The pale smoke slowly dissipated, revealing the broken bunker behind which was riddled with holes by armor-piercing bombs, as well as the two Land Rover Defender Jeeps that were burning.

A group of soldiers wearing green camouflage uniforms and Kevlar helmets appeared behind the smoke. Except for the two snipers who were still aiming at the opposite side, the other soldiers had put away their weapons and their faces covered by gray masks showed their cold eyes.

These soldiers belong to the Polish Mobile Response Operations Force (GROM), and they also have a name that scares criminals and terrorists: Thunder Special Forces. Although they are inferior to those of the "star troops" in the United States in terms of popularity, this low-key team is by no means a weak person.

Even when facing the Americans, they still can't stand the edge. However, the "commander" of this army is obviously very dissatisfied now.

"You just let the enemy go?"

The man wearing sunglasses walked up and stood two meters away in front of the soldiers of the special forces. He held a long curved knife in his hand, and there were spots of blood hanging on the blade.

This guy has a capable flat head and his arms are thicker than the waists of the soldiers next to him. Just looking at his appearance, he can just participate in the World Bodybuilder competition.

In fact, choosing this kind of muscular man image in the game will not have any impact on the attributes. Because the body is too big, it increases the risk of the body being attacked. Except for a few guys with special hobbies, no one will choose this shape.

And this player is obviously a few people with "special hobbies".

"The enemy is also very strong, but we won't miss it next time." A soldier holding an MP5K submachine gun spoke.

"How many people have you lost?" The tall and powerful player turned his attention to the wreckage of the car destroyed by the M134 six-barrel machine gun.

"Three people died on mission." The soldier reported immediately.

"It's a shame that three of them were killed on the initiative and were killed on the back." The player laughed contemptuously, and thick muscles bulged under the sleeves of the camouflage uniform, and his body seemed to have suddenly become a circle bigger, and the long sword in his hand seemed to have turned into a children's toy.

"I hope I'm wrong in counting on you. Next time I will take my two subordinates with me."

Before the player finished speaking, two equally muscular strong men appeared behind him. The inverted triangle upper body was exposed, revealing blocks of chest muscles and abdominal muscles, two bullet belts hung on his shoulders, and there was no expression on the square face.

"Commander, I suggest you wear bulletproof vests..." a soldier reminded.

"You are wrong. Compared to bullets, muscles are the strongest weapon, especially on such battlefields."

The player obviously looked down on the suggestions of the special forces and turned his head to look at the wreckage of the armored vehicle in the distance. A fierce smile slowly appeared on his angular face:

"When I meet again next time, I will let you see the importance of muscles..."

...

After losing the armored vehicle to transport, Lin Chi and his team returned to walking again.

After the bloody battle just now, Dalian seemed to have adapted to this cruel ruin, not as weak as before. However, the focus of the problem is not this.

"I will cut off their heads and put them in front of Bowman's tombstone." An unusually cold sound was made under Woods' metal mask.

"Calm down." Lin Chi reminded: "The enemy may catch up at any time."

"I'm calm now," Woods whispered.

Even though he was saying this, Lin Chi could still see that the captain of the SOG was still burning with fiery anger.

——When a comrade who is born and dies in front of you, anyone’s emotions will fluctuate, but some people are more obvious, while others are less obvious.

Lin Chi knew that even if he persuaded Woods now, it would have no effect at all. Because of this, he did not continue the topic. He just looked back and saw that there was no sign of human activity in the ruins behind him.

When I was sweeping wildly with a machine gun just now, it seemed that I had exploded the enemy's vehicle, and the troops hiding behind the smoke did not catch up.

But even if we get rid of those enemies, there are still various dangers hidden in the ruins, and it is not time to relax.

Walking slowly in the bombed city, observing the surroundings alertly, and passing the ruins of a house, Lin Chi noticed a strange scene.

——A intact wooden chair is placed in the center of a house that is almost razed to the ground. A white cloth is hung on the back of the chair, with four letters "HELP" written in blood, and on the chair is placed a black walkie-talkie.

Following Lin Chi's gaze, the SOG soldiers following behind also noticed this scene. Mason held the G11 shellless bullet rifle in his hand tightly and said in a deep voice: "Be careful."

"I know." Lin Chi nodded.

He knew very well that there might be traps hidden in such places. If the enemy installed remote-controlled bombs and other things, he would be directly reimbursed as soon as he went there.

However, this may not be the case...

Recalling the important scoring method in this map - saving hostages. Lin Chi suddenly thought of something. With the worried eyes of others, he walked over gently, stood in front of the dark brown wooden chair, and picked up the walkie-talkie on the chair.

He pressed the call button of the intercom, and a rough male voice suddenly rang out of the receiver:

"Hey, is anyone here? Can you hear it?"

"I heard it." Lin Chi said coldly.

"Are you a government army? Or a mercenary?" the other party immediately asked.

Naturally, Lin Chi would not report his identity so easily, and replied casually: "I'm just passing by."

"Fuck, there are still people in this city who come to visit? Do you think I will believe your nonsense?"

The other party scolded loudly, and then went straight to the point without hesitation: "You are a government army, right? No matter who you are... A diplomat is now controlled by us and wants to see him come back in full, put the ransom of 500,000 US dollars in the marked position on the map! The map is pressed under the stone next to the chair, pick it up and take a look!"

Hearing this, Lin Chi kicked away the stone next to the chair, and a wrinkled map appeared below. After opening the map, what appeared in front of him was a map suspected to be this area. One of the intersections was drawn in a big red circle.

"I can just put the money here?" Lin Chi asked.

"Yes, hurry up, we have no patience anymore!" The kidnapper on the other end of the receiver urged him and cut off the call directly.

Lin Chi stared at the map in his hand, and a taskbar suddenly popped up in front of him:

Start the mission: Save the hostages

A diplomat was hijacked by a mercenary but could not obtain the exact location. Find the hostage's location, rescue him, and escort him to the evacuation area.

Mission reward: 1 point.

"Has it started..."

Realizing that he had received a task to get points, Lin Chi sighed.

According to the rules of this game, if the hostage is killed by accident, two points will be deducted directly. Once the hostage is killed by mistake, your points will be deducted to a negative number and then you will leave the game directly.

In addition, the more important question now is that I have no idea where the hostages are hidden.

The mercenaries who kidnapped the diplomat only provided the position to deliver the ransom, and did not provide the position where the hostages were located. But even so, there were still other clues.

"This thing...is not military, right?"

Looking at the black-shelled walkie-talkie in his hand, Lin Chi shook the machine thoughtfully.

Generally speaking, the call range of this kind of civil walkie talkie is not far, and once it exceeds three kilometers, it is difficult to receive signals. Moreover, long-distance calls must be made when the venue is open enough.

In other words, the guy who just talked to me should be hiding somewhere within a radius of three kilometers. Although this range is still large, it is still more reliable than searching across the city.

"Do you want to save the hostages..." Woods whispered.

The sound in the intercom receiver was not small. The SOG soldiers who had just approached the nearby ones naturally heard what the kidnappers said.

"That's right, the hostages and bandits should be nearby." Lin Chi casually kneaded the map into a ball and threw it into the fire not far away.

In this game, the player can be said to be penniless and the option of redeeming hostages from the kidnappers with ransom was rejected from the beginning.

What we have to do now is to find the place where the diplomat was imprisoned before he was executed and rescue the guy.

Lin Chi picked up the walkie-talkie and handed it to Dalian beside him, and asked, "Can you use this thing to track the location of the caller just now?"

"I am a hacker, not a salesperson for a communications company." Dalian shook his head, and a helpless expression appeared on Xiaomai's skin-colored face: "Even if you want to track it, you need professional equipment. It's not possible to rely on a computer alone..."

"Well, then search nearby. The person I was talking to just now should be nearby, and it is very likely to be with the hostages." Lin Chi said in a deep voice.

——If you encounter this situation one day after the start of the game, he will doubt whether it was a trap set by other players. But now the game has just begun, and players are still looking for tasks in this ruined city, and no one will create such a trap.

What's more, since I have received the task, I have completely eliminated the possibility of being a trap.

However, it seems that it is possible to set traps here...

After looking at the chair covered with white cloth and the words on the white cloth, Lin Chi put the intercom back in place. Then he made a gesture to Crazy Evan and signaled him to come over.

"What's wrong!" Crazy Evan walked over with her bomb backpack, her face covered with black gray and blood stains, and her original skin color could no longer be seen.

"Build a mine under the stone, the kind that needs to be suppressed will explode immediately as long as the enemy moves the stone away." Lin Chi pointed to the stone that had just been kicked away by himself.

——If other players also noticed this walkie-talkie, they might do the same thing as themselves. At that time, they would taste the power of the "love bomb" created by Soviet blasting experts!

Thinking of this, Lin Chi raised his lips and smiled slightly. When he noticed his expression, the SOG soldiers around him took a step back.

"Commander, you're quite insidious." Mason said.

"This method is necessary on the battlefield, you must have used it, right?" Lin Chi smiled.

"We have carried out more sinister actions." Woods nodded. At this time, the soldier seemed to have walked out of the shadow of his comrade being killed and finally calmed down.

"Enemy is not a fool, and it may not be fooled. But as long as it can delay time, it is enough." Lin Chi picked up his arms and stared at the crazy Evan who was blasting quickly.

If the troops who had just ambushed their own troops were still chasing them, they should almost be nearby, and they might be attracted by this place and then trigger the deadly landmine.

After Crazy Evan finished Brethren, everyone hugged and quickly left the ruins of the building, and continued to move towards the city center along the broken streets that were bombed by bombs.

While looking for the hostage location, Lin Chi asked casually: "Have you saved hostages before?"

"I was rescued by them." Wifel suddenly said.

"Yes, this kid was blinded by the Soviets." Woods sighed: "Damn the Soviet guy..."

"Do you have any opinions on the Soviets? Capitalist lackeys." Crazy Evan's voice was filled with an undisguised threat.

"Ah, sorry, I forgot..."

After several previous battles, Woods, who had seen Crazy Evan's combat effectiveness, was not so hostile to the Soviet bomb expert at this time. He pointed to Wiffle beside him and said to Crazy Evan:
To be continued...