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AA12 raised the branded weapon in his hand and pointed the muzzle at the Kirin arm.
"Get out of the way! The skin of this thing is very hard! You can't penetrate it!!! Your shotgun shells don't have as much penetration as my rifle! Commander, A7 Division requests support. We have encountered a mutant zombie that is ineffective against bullets."
After reminding AA12, A-91 shouted loudly into the tactical headset.
However, what made A-91's eyes bulge was that AA12 seemed to have not heard his warning at all and had no intention of dodging at all.
"Open it for me!"
Two rains of steel balls hit the Qilin Arm head-on, and the clanging sound was heard again. Then a single-headed bullet directly blew the Qilin Arm zombie three meters away, and it fell to the ground like a rag bag.
A-91 just breathed a sigh of relief when he saw AA12 jump up from the ground, rush to Qilin Arm's side, and shoot at Qilin Arm who was about to get up.
A large number of steel balls knocked the Qilin Arm to the ground again, and then paused for a few seconds. When the Qilin Arm tried to get up again, there was another rain of steel balls.
The Kirin Arm was feeling extremely frustrated at this moment. Even though it wanted to tear the hateful tactical humanoid above it into pieces, it couldn't even get up due to the powerful kinetic energy of the shotgun.
Moreover, one extremely powerful bullet would hit itself among every three shots. Qilin Arm couldn't help but want to retreat, but it soon discovered a desperate fact: all the bones in its joints were shattered by those extremely powerful bullets.
In less than a minute, a mid- to high-level mutant zombie with a Kirin arm was blasted into pieces by AA12.
"You usually seem lazy and sloppy, but I didn't expect you to be so fierce in battle."
A-91 wiped the sweat from her forehead. She was really frightened by AA12's unavoidable action just now. Fortunately, AA12 successfully dealt with the alienated zombie.
She didn't want to see her favorite tactical doll being destroyed in front of her.
"It looks like you have dealt with this mutant zombie. You don't need me anymore."
A sound of breaking wind was heard, and A-91 and AA12 saw Moyin rushing towards them from a distance with a high-frequency particle vibration knife in hand.
"Ah, I didn't expect Miss AA12 to be so strong. Sorry to trouble you."
A-91 gave an apologetic smile.
"It's nothing to bother with. If you are in danger, you should notify me immediately. It's a good thing to solve it yourself, but it's also wise to make extra preparations and let me support you."
Moyin nodded to A-91.
"Commander, you've come just in time. This mutant zombie has emptied my ammunition drum. Please give me some more ammunition. I'll leave this empty one with you first. I'll reload it when I get back."
AA12 replaced the drum magazine and handed it to Moyin.
"Ok."
Moyin put the empty magazine handed by AA12 into the system space, then took out a full magazine, and then took out a bottle of vodka and threw it to A-91.
"Oh, that's very generous."
A-91 grabbed the bottle in mid-air, unscrewed the cap and took a sip.
"Then I'll go back first. Call me if you need support."
"Ok."
A-91 and AA12 nodded and waved at Moyin's back.
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the other side.
"Hey, hey, destroyer, come here."
The architect waved cautiously at the destroyer.
"What are you doing? Just say what you want to say. What are you trying to do by sneaking around like that?"
The destroyer rolled his eyes at the architect, but still walked towards him.
"Here's a truck carrying chocolates. You can store the chocolates in your storage space. How about we split the money 50-50?"
"Forget it... It wouldn't be good if the commander knew..."
Looking at the truck full of chocolates, the Destroyer swallowed and said with some embarrassment.
"Hey, if you don't tell me about this and I don't tell you, how could the commander know?"
"Even if the commander knew, he wouldn't say anything. He's not the kind of commander who can punish us harshly."
The architect seduces the destroyer.
"But the agent will... If the agent finds out that we're hiding our private money, we'll both die miserably..."
The destroyer shook his head and said in fear.
"Are you willing to hand over all these resources to the commander?"
The architect asked angrily.
"I don't think there's anything wrong with giving it to the Commander... Even if we don't do anything with the desserts we usually eat, we can still have one every few days. If everyone finds out that the desserts are gone and doesn't notify the Commander, then there won't be any desserts for the daily routine."
The destroyer said weakly.
"Are you stupid? No one can save private money except you. After all, no one else has storage space except you."
"As the saying goes, wealth and honor are sought in danger!"
"We'll never win a bet with those cunning Griffin dolls, so let's make some extra money."
The architect hastened to encourage the vandals.
In fact, if it weren’t for the fact that besides Huang and Moyin, only the Destroyer had the space to store explosives, she would have planned to keep the truck of chocolates for herself.
Unfortunately, her attribute supplement is the infinite ammunition of the RPG she carries with her, so there is nothing she can do about it.
Chapter 341: The Fight between the Destroyer and the Traitor
"I also want to make some extra money... But what if the agent finds out?"
Although instigated by the architect, the destroyer felt a little scared when he thought of the agent's methods.
"Think about it carefully. This truckload of chocolate is enough for the two of us to eat for several years. It's definitely worth taking a risk for something like this. Come, try this and see how delicious it is."
The Architect tore off a piece of chocolate and stuffed it into the Destroyer's mouth.
"Well, then I'll give you two."
Tasting the sweet chocolate in his mouth, the saboteur's last bit of hesitation was dispelled, and he began to bargain with the architect.
"No, no, that would be too bad for me. I want four copies anyway. This is what I discovered."
The architect immediately shook his head like a rattle.
"Then I'll pay 70% and you 30%. Otherwise, let's not discuss this matter. I'm the one who has to bear the risk. If you want to eat it, just come to me and get it."
The destroyer said firmly.
"Okay then... I'll take 3 and you'll take 7."
Seeing that the saboteur had made up his mind, the architect had no choice but to agree.
Soon the vandals climbed onto the car full of chocolates, and the chocolates in the car disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Just as both of them were focusing on the chocolate in the car, a flesh thorn suddenly brushed past the architect, then deftly hooked back and wrapped around the architect's waist. The architect only felt a huge force coming, and then was pulled to the ground by the tongue, and was dragged five meters away in just two seconds.
"Destroyer, help me, help me, help me, help me!!!!"
The panicked architect struggled frantically on the ground.
Hearing the Architect's cry for help, the Destroyer quickly turned around, then picked up the howitzers on both sides of his body and started firing at the zombies that were spewing flesh thorns in the distance.
"What are you doing, saboteur? You didn't even shoot at it, why are you shooting at me?"
Feeling the rain of bullets overhead, the architect shouted in panic. The Destroyer's howitzer was extremely powerful. Even if her skin was strengthened by Silent Silver into a high-molecular nano-composite material, she would be seriously injured by a single shot.
She even suspected that the saboteurs were planning to kill her in order to keep the whole truck of chocolates for themselves.
"So annoying! Shut up! It's too far away and I can't hit it!!!"
The Destroyer shouted anxiously, stopping the howitzer and running towards the Architect.
“Help!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
The Architect's piercing scream echoed throughout the area.
After a few seconds, the pulling force on his body suddenly stopped, and the architect immediately used his hands and feet to crawl towards the destroyer.
"I said... this is just a beginner mutant stinger. Even if you are pulled over, it may not be able to scratch your skin. It will die if it cuts you. As for asking for help..."
Hearing Moyin's somewhat helpless voice from behind, the architect quickly stood up and looked back. Moyin was standing in the distance with a dead primary mutant Spiker at his feet.
“Ahahahahaha, I was suddenly caught up and got scared for a moment. I didn’t have time to see what level of zombie it was. What if it was a high-level mutant? I would be dead.”
The architect said with embarrassment.
"Okay, then you two should be careful. I'll go back to the area I'm responsible for searching."
Moyin waved the high-frequency particle vibration knife in his hand, splashing the zombies' blood on the ground, then turned and left.
"Phew, that was a close call. I almost confessed."
The architect wiped the sweat from his forehead.
"Why are you so flustered? The commander has already said that even if you get slapped, your skin won't break."
"I mean I was almost killed by your howitzer!!!"
The Architect punched the Destroyer on the head in anger.
"What the hell! You want to fight? You were the one who asked me for help! Now you're hitting me!"
The Destroyer punched the Architect in the stomach.
The two immediately struggled together.
Twenty minutes later.
"Hey, Destroyer, Agent, what are you two doing? You two are completely behind schedule."
The agent's cold voice came from the two men's tactical headsets.
The saboteur and the architect, who were hugging and wrestling with each other, stopped at the same time.
"Ahahahaha, we'll catch up soon. We encountered a mutated zombie before and it took us quite some time to deal with it."
The architect replied with a dry laugh.