In the hall on the first floor of the PMC Federation Building, a group of soldiers wearing "Dragon Scale Armor" bulletproof vests were coming and going, constantly busy.

"Have the traps and bombs above been cleared? And the ones over there, continue to keep in touch with the troops in the northwest of the city..." The bald Spaniard kept roaring loudly, leaving a long echo in the hall.

Even if the kidnapped staff had been rescued by the "Soviets", his work was still heavy. It was obviously very difficult to maintain the operation of the PMC Federation in a city that had long been transformed into a battlefield.

Since the leader of the PMC Federation disappeared, the hostages who had just been rescued were still in shock and could not bear the responsibility at all. The burden of work in the Federation was also pressed on this old man.

"Hurry up... don't be too slow!" The Spaniard picked up the intercom and shouted: "Immediately order the third echelon to attack..."

Then, he heard an impatient male voice coming from the hall: "Why is it so hot? Is there no air conditioner here?"

"When is it time for you stupid ass..."

The Spanish said, turning his head and looking at the direction where the sound was heard. Then... the dirty words he was about to blurt out were forced to go back:

"Why are you here?" The Spaniard widened his blood-covered eyes and stared at the man who was walking towards him.

The guy's body was wrapped tightly in black fabric, looking like the traditional outfit of women in some areas, with a black turban on his head, revealing only a pair of dark purple eyes.

He is very thin, to be precise, and if he is thin, he might have been mistaken for a woman if he hadn't made a man's voice.

Although this person's outfit was very strange, the other soldiers nearby seemed to have not noticed him and were still busy with their own affairs. Even the people who passed by the man ignored the strange man who was close to him.

The Spaniard froze in place, watching the weird man wearing black cloth walk in front of him, and with a slight sarcastic voice floated out from under the black mask covering his face:

"Grosso, I have informed you, and immediately activate that weapon. This is the order of the Special Operations Command."

While speaking, the man in black took out a metal badge from his waist and shook it in front of the Spaniards. The herald was painted with a pattern similar to spades, and a circle of words next to the pattern was written with the words "Special-Operations-Command".

This organization, referred to as "SOCOM", sent thirty special forces to the Special Operations Command in the City of Cayaland. However, the members of the special forces sent to this city did not know that this organization was actually related to the mercenary consortium in the city - the PMC Union.

"Start...what?" The Spaniard scratched his bare head.

"Don't pretend to be stupid, Grosso." The man in black stood beside the Spanish and spoke dangerously in the Spanish's ears:

"Grosso, you'd better do it quickly, otherwise I'll kill everyone in this building."

"But my soldiers are still in the city..." The Spanish voice was very unconfident.

He naturally knew that it was basically impossible for him to convince the "plague god" in front of him, but for the sake of the lives of the mercenaries, he still did not give up his efforts.

Unfortunately, the man in black did not intend to pay attention to his proposal, and did not even have the slightest intention of thinking:

"You're already several hours late, I was going to let you activate those weapons at exactly nine in the morning, Grosso."

"Give me some more time..." The Spanish voice became less and less.

Bang!

The man in black raised his hand and shot it. The bullet fired from the FN57 pistol in his hand hit the Spaniard's eyebrows. However, the soldiers of the PMC Federation seemed to have not noticed the death of the leader at all and were still busy with their own affairs.

"I really don't understand how you, an indecisive trash, leads a group of mercenaries."

The man in black said as he put away his pistol, squatted down next to the body of the Spaniard lying on the floor, and took out a silver-shelled cell phone from the Spanish pocket.

He pressed the screen of the phone with his thin left hand a few times, then laughed out loud, threw the phone on the back of the Spaniard, turned around and walked towards the outside of the hall. Only a gloomy sound was left, which kept echoing in the hall:

"It's time to start...you challengers..."

...

“Hu…hu…”

Woods bent over and gasped, and sweat beads stained with plasma were flowing from the edge of his mask.

Even the SOG elites were much weaker after continuous battles and high-intensity "armed off-road". Lin Chi simply sat on the ground and looked at the broken wall beside him panting.

He had no desire to recall the tragic scene of his escape from a patrol team and immediately encountered another patrol team. In fact, it was a miracle that only two people could run out alive...

"Commander...I suggest going back to the safe house to rest." Woods said in a hoarse voice.

"Then we have to walk five kilometers." Lin Chi looked at the map.

At this time, although they had escaped from the pursuit of the mercenaries, they were still observing the surroundings with vigilance. After all, no place on the surface of this city is absolutely safe.

Now, in addition to the Burger King Restaurant, which was just bombarded by tanks, the government army warehouse occupied by Bloodblades has reached three hours of occupation time, and six strategic locations are under occupation.

After successfully completing the occupation, the Blood Blade, which originally had only three points, also reached five points. It was on Lin Chi's priority list. In addition, two of the other six strategic locations, the players who were occupying had already obtained four points.

Since my transportation was destroyed, it is not realistic to go over and make trouble now. If you want to win the game, the next choice is very important...

Should we attack nearby strategic locations, or continue to look for hostages and make a fortune without anyone being disturbed?

While Lin Chi was secretly weighing the pros and cons of his heart, a sudden buzzing sound from his headphones, and the sudden huge noise almost jumped up.

"What are you doing?" Lin Chi covered his faintly aching ear and looked at Woods beside him: "Did you hear it?"

"What are you referring to?" Woods' voice was a little confused, obviously he didn't hear the noise just now.

——Is it a "special broadcast" that only players can hear?

Realizing this, Lin Chi shook his head hard, and then heard a cold male voice sounding:

"Dear commanders, this is the Special Operations Command. The operation codenamed "Burning Blood" is about to enter the second phase."
Chapter completed!