Chapter 4: The Power of Treasure Rat

Treasure Rat jumped down from Link's hand.

Although it is only a juvenile now, it is a green quality after all, and its speed and ability are stronger than that of an ordinary adult mouse.

The introduction of Treasure Rat was written very well, and Link's dagger was still in his hand, and he didn't intend to put all his hopes on the pet.

If it is changed to a professional style routine, it has already been carefully verified by countless players, and a set of effective solutions has been summed up, and Link can naturally rest assured and bold.

Klink's current golden finger has never been obtained by a player before. For him, it is a brand new path that needs to be explored. With Link's character of seeking stability, naturally he would not put all his life on it.

The scavenger rat moved along the maze wall, and Link followed.

After turning a few corners, Link's eyes became brighter.

Treasure mice do have something!

This little guy didn't take him around a little detour, he took the road that could get out of the maze.

squeak...

After walking for a while, Treasure Rat suddenly stopped, looked up at Link, and then at the wall.

Link's eyes widened in shock, he actually understood what the treasure hunter meant!

Not long after the Treasure Mouse finished speaking, Link heard the sound of military boots.

Link squatted at the corner of the wall with a sharp dagger in his hand.

Because of the relationship between the Zerg Hive, Link and the Treasure Mouse have established a spiritual link. Even if Link is silent, he can give orders to the Treasure Rat.

The Treasure Rat squatted at Link's feet, with a posture and movement just like a smaller Link.

Link expressed helplessness.

Children love to imitate the actions of adults when they are young.

╮(﹀_﹀”)╭

Perhaps the skeleton of the treasure-hunting mouse was not fully formed soon after it was born. After imitating it for a while, the waist was somewhat pantothenic because the spine and muscles were too strong.

The treasure-hunting mouse pressed its two small claws on both sides of the waist and abdomen, and the waist began to rhythmically sway back and forth, moving the stiff waist muscles...

Link raised his hands to assure that this was definitely not what he taught.

The sound of the rubber-soled military boots stepping on the gravel on the ground became clearer, and Link was able to locate the enemy.

Link reached out and patted the treasure-hunting mouse whose waist was rubbing the air.

The treasure hunter staggered, rubbed the back of his head with his small paws, and fell down into a fighting state.

"Implementation plan!"

As soon as Link's mind moved, the Treasure Rat received an order.

The short beard at the corners of the mouth and the strong sense of smell accurately outline the image of the mercenary.

The sound of the mercenary walking vibrated, and wave after wave was received by the treasure hunter, and his specific trajectory was determined.

The Treasure Mouse didn't move, as if it had been frozen into ice after a night in the wild.

But the next second, the treasure-hunting mouse suddenly stretched out its claws and scratched the wall, picked up the small stones on the ground and smashed it against the wall, making various noises.

The mercenary was holding a pistol. Although he said he didn't care, he was still subconsciously careful when passing the corner of the maze.

Walking through the maze is quite irritating. If he has a hook tool on his body, he will directly flip over to the wall, where is there any need to walk the maze.

At this moment, the mercenary raised the corner of his mouth slightly when he heard the noise coming from the corner not far away.

If you don't run and want to ambush in the corner, the whole super doubles?

Grandpa laughed.

Since he loves his work so much, let him play with him before he dies.

The mercenary even imagined in his mind that he suddenly turned his head and shot him in the head. The slave opened his eyes wide with an expression of disbelief, and he didn't understand how he was exposed until he died...

To deal with such a wounded waste slave,

Time for a cappuccino.

The mercenary raised his gun without covering his footsteps.

The noise behind the corner wall was fleeting, which made the mercenary more certain that this kid was squatting behind the wall.

But as long as they escape, it is impossible to make no sound at all.

The muzzle of the mercenary moved down a few inches. He remembered that the slave was not tall. When he turned around the corner, the height was just enough to touch the opponent's forehead, giving him a surprise.

The Treasure Rat sensed the mercenary getting close to the ground and began to execute the order.

Lie on the ground and slightly raise your back, like a boost before sprinting.

"come on!"

When the mercenary raised one foot and was about to come over, the treasure-hunting mouse rushed out of the corner.

The mercenary's attention was on the slave hiding in the corner, and a rat suddenly swooped out, causing him to shudder with fright.

Be caught off guard!

The scavenger rat crawled along the army boots onto the mercenary camouflage pants, then around the back of his ass.

The mercenary subconsciously turned around and stretched out his hand to shoot the mouse off his body, and the hand holding the gun unconsciously raised a few inches.

It's now!

Link rushed out of the corner suddenly, and saw the black pistol at a glance.

The sharp knife flashed a cold light, and went straight into the dark green T-shirt of the mercenary, stabbing the heart!

[You hit the enemy's heart! Inflict five times the fatal damage! ]

At the same time, Link saw a large number of 120 points of critical strike damage appearing on the mercenary.

"what!"

The mercenary was careless, the middle door opened wide, and was hit by Link.

When the mercenary reacted and wanted to shoot, Link drew his knife neatly and pulled away, hiding from the corner.

From the beginning to the end, the mercenary did not see Link's face, but only saw the corner of the linen sackcloth that was brought up when he turned around and left gracefully.

The knife was pulled out from the chest, and the punctured heart immediately released pressure. With the sound of babble, the mercenary's T-shirt was dyed red, and the blood mist sprayed out.

The mercenaries in the second half of the maze were startled when they heard the screams of their companions, and hurriedly shouted: "Brother, what's wrong with you? Say something!"

The Treasure Rat appeared at the mercenary's wrist like lightning and began to nibble at his gun-pinch hand.

After the mercenary fell to the ground, he covered his blood-gushing heart with one hand, and wanted to raise a gun with the other to protect himself. But the treasure-hunting rat was firmly in my hand, and let the mercenary shake it. I stayed still and bitten.

-1!

-2!

-2!

...

Light blue numbers kept popping up from mercenaries.

Treasure mice have fused metal, reinforced teeth, and gnaw harder than normal mice.

In the blink of an eye, the mercenary's hands were already dripping with blood.

"People, here I am! Come on, save me!"

The mercenary endured the pain and shouted out the last call for help with all his strength.

It's just that the voice just fell, and several fingers have been bitten off, and he can no longer hold the gun.

Whoa!

The pistol falls.

Link's eyes lit up, waiting for this opportunity.

He came out from the corner again, the cold light of the sharp dagger in his hand was gone, and the body of the dagger was stained with dark red blood.

"Don't come! Don't come!"

The mercenary panicked and stepped back.

With every movement, a large amount of blood gushed out from his fingers.

With the treasure-hunting rat to take care of him, Link ignored the mercenary and walked over to pick up the pistol on the ground.

[You get a Glock 17 pistol. ]

Link glanced at the panel, the magazine was fully loaded without firing a shot.

Glock 17, so named because the pistol magazine capacity is 17 rounds.

With a gun in one hand and a knife in the other, Link's right arm was dripping with blood, and he walked over to the mercenary with a blank expression.

In the eyes of the mercenaries, this slave has become a death god who reaped his life.

puff!

Another stab.

Throat, kill.

[You killed the wasteland gang mercenaries and gained 200 experience points]

The Treasure Rat stopped gnawing and jumped back and forth in the mercenary's trouser pocket, reminding Link that there was something valuable on him.

As an old player with six years of experience, how could Link forget to touch the corpse.

With his hands skillfully swimming around his body, Link caught a lot of good things.

[You get multi-function belt x1, magazine x2]

The Treasure Rat stood on the mercenary's corpse, his body upright and alert.

Link tied the elastic belt he had just pulled off around his waist, and then put down the coarse linen coat. It was impossible to tell that he had a gun on him from the outside.

"There is no need to hide the dagger in the crotch anymore."

The multi-purpose bullet has a special place for daggers, whether it is Link, he is relieved at this moment.

With two full magazines, plus the 17 9mm rounds in the Glock, Link now has a total of 51 rounds.

Link glanced at the treasure hunter, but he didn't expect this little guy to have strong searching ability and not weak attacking ability.

Although it only lost one or two points of blood in one bite, it couldn't stand the speed!

Just when Link was dodging and dodging back, the treasure hunter rattled at least a dozen drops of blood!

In particular, mice are small and difficult to deal with.

"There is one left, lead the way!"

With a gun in his hand, don't panic.

Link was holding a pistol, and in the labyrinth of his own advantage, the situation turned from defense to offense.

The treasure hunter jumped down from the corpse, the strong blood did not interfere with it, and ran ahead to lead the way for Link.

On the other hand, the other mercenary immediately ran in the maze when he heard the screams of his teammates.

But after a while, no sound could be heard in the huge labyrinth, the silence was terrifying!

The mercenary soon realized that his teammates should have been killed, but the strange atmosphere at the moment made him lose the courage to move forward.

Obviously a wounded slave, why did the teammates let out such a terrifying wailing?

Mysterious and unknown, the most terrifying.

The mercenaries stopped advancing, turned and retreated.

But the maze is too complicated, and there is no way to go back in Liushenwuzhu, but it falls into an infinite loop.

The mercenary was not struggling, so he simply found a dead end, took out the satellite phone tremblingly, and called the headquarters of the Wasteland Gang.

beep... beep... beep...

The mercenary held a Bezos T1 miniature submachine gun, with the muzzle facing the corner in front of him.

Every sound from the satellite phone connection feels infinitely long.

"This is the headquarters of the Wasteland Gang, what's the matter in Camp 52?"

"The camp was destroyed by quicksand, the ruins sank, and everyone died!" The mercenary grabbed the last straw, and before the strangeness approached, told everything he knew - and asked for help.

"The camp was destroyed, the ruins sank, please speak slowly..." The operator was also shocked by the huge amount of information in just a few sentences, and hurriedly started recording.

"No time for nonsense! My teammates and I chased the fugitive slaves and came to the abandoned city of the Mechanicus site north of the ruins. The slaves have been hit by stray bullets, and we chased to a labyrinth-like place. We are going to surround ourselves back and forth. , But, but not long after I came in, my teammates screamed and lost contact. I don't know if there is something else in the maze or what, but I'm sure my teammates are dead! I'm sending the location coordinates now, hurry up! Send someone to rescue I!"

Speaking of which, the mercenary no longer knew what he was talking about, it was intermittent and illogical.

"I have received the coordinates. I have uploaded the coordinate information and your response. I am now requesting access to the video. Please pass, we need real-time images of the front line!"

Soon there was an access request from the satellite phone, and the mercenary hurriedly turned on the camera and put the satellite phone in his breast pocket, from the same perspective as him.

When Link heard the mercenary's urgent call for help, there was no need for the treasure mouse to lead the way.

By listening to the sound, he already knew the exact location of the mercenary.

It's just that Link didn't expect that this mercenary actually had a satellite phone on him!

This is really... a surprise!

There are two main functions of a satellite phone.

One is positioning and the other is calling.

Talking to the Wasteland Gang is of no use to Link, who only has a "Zuan Language Level 1 Certificate".

But if you want to get back from the ruins of the city to a safe place, real-time positioning is essential.

In the boundless Gobi Desert, it is simply too easy to kill a person.

As long as you don't give him the coordinates, don't give him a location, within a few days this person will definitely become a Gobi skeleton.

Soon Link circled around to the location of the mercenary, just a wall away from him.

The mercenary has been reporting the situation to the headquarters of the Wasteland Gang. In addition, Link is not wearing shoes and walking in a very low voice, so the mercenary does not notice that the 'Death' is quietly approaching.

"Treasure Rat, it's your turn to go out again!"

The Treasure Rat sensed the owner's thoughts and moved his hands and feet a little by the wall.

call out!

The Treasure Rat quickly ran past the opening, followed by a burst of fire from the tongue of a miniature submachine gun.

Link's mouth twitched.

He guessed right, this guy was hiding in a blind spot, the muzzle of the gun was facing the outside, and he would react subconsciously when there was trouble.

The stress response just now had at least knocked out a dozen bullets.

The Wasteland Gang has only three weapons for ordinary mercenaries.

One is the Glock 17 pistol with a magazine capacity of 17;

The second is the Bezos T1 miniature submachine gun, with a magazine capacity of 30;

The third is the tactical dagger, the one in Link's crotch before.

Both the pistol and the micro-punch use 9mm bullets for easy resupply.

Finally, coupled with the BLN50 heavy machine gun on the modified desert jeep, it can basically cope with all conventional battles.

The mercenary's face was pale, and his facial features were crowded together with indescribable remorse.

A mouse wasted a dozen of his bullets.

Because he came out in a hurry, there was no extra supplies in the car, and his micro-punching only had 30 bullets.

Now, there are only a dozen or so left.

"Don't worry now, the above approval has come down, our helicopter is already on its way, and it will arrive at the coordinates in an hour and a half! You must survive."

"Okay, I, I try my best!"

The mercenary swallowed his saliva, and the news of the rescue dissipated a little fear.

Link, who was hiding behind the wall, frowned slightly.

With that said, he only had an hour and a half left to escape.

Time is running out!

Quick fight!

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