Dark Zone Gold Hunt

Chapter 554 Li Zhengyuan fights hard

At the same time, the cold and shining cold icy spike in his hand turned into an extremely sharp embroidered spring knife in the blink of an eye, drawing a breathtaking arc in the air.

In the blink of an eye, two cold lights flashed, and the sharp blade chopped straight towards Brother Ji in front of him.

In an instant, blood splattered everywhere, and Brother Ji fell into a pool of blood without even having time to let out a scream, and died.

After he slashed the knife with his hand, Feng Hen did not rush to the planning room to open the mysterious door. Instead, he squatted down, carefully stretched out his right hand, and gently stroked the box next to Brother Ji.

"Hmm...it's actually an M4 rifle? This is a great harvest! Let's see what other treasures there are... Oh, the other one is actually a SGA, great, their bullets are just compatible! Hehe, put them all away!"

Feng Hen muttered to himself as he quickly and skillfully removed the magazines from the two guns and stuffed the remaining bullets into his backpack.

However, although he was concentrating on collecting spoils at the moment, Feng Hen did not relax his vigilance of his surroundings at all.

Especially when he heard the faint sound of footsteps coming from the second floor behind him, he pricked up his ears and listened attentively.

You know, he is going to open the crucial planning room next. If he is attacked by the enemy at this critical juncture, all his previous efforts will be wasted.

Therefore, he must not take it lightly and become a lock picker who can be bullied by others.

"Thump thump thump~ thump thump thump~" The light footsteps were getting closer and closer, and Feng Hen became alert subconsciously.

"Is there someone setting it up in the set control room?"

However, listening to the regular footsteps, Feng Hen quickly determined that this was not a threat from other players, but just a robot.

After confirming this, his tense nerves relaxed a little, and his vigilance also decreased a lot.

After packing up all the useful items, Feng Hen stood up, dusted himself off, and walked steadily towards the door of the planning office.

He took out the key with shining metallic luster from his pocket and was about to insert it into the keyhole when suddenly, a burst of dense gunfire broke the brief silence.

"Da da da! Da da da!" Bullets poured down like raindrops, hitting Feng Hen's back hard.

He found that the durability of his extremely strong level 6 armor BT was rapidly decreasing.

Feng Hen gave up the idea of ​​getting a room without hesitation and rushed towards the flower bed behind like an arrow.

As he ran, he muttered, "Wasn't that guy upstairs just now an bot? Humph! I didn't expect the opponent I was matched with in this round to be so powerful. There was even someone who deliberately disguised his footsteps as an bot to confuse me and let me down my guard!"

Feng Hen looked down at the armor he was wearing and saw that its durability was only 20 points left. He couldn't help but frowned slightly.

He thought to himself: "From the current situation, the bullets used by the enemy upstairs are most likely level 4 bullets. If they were level 5 bullets, I would have been dead long ago." Thinking of this, Feng Hen felt a bit troubled.

At this moment, Li Zhengyuan's panicked cry suddenly came from Feng Hen's earphones: "Brother Hen, save me!

I was trapped in the yellow card by the escort team and couldn't move! They saw that I was just a knife runner running around with a knife, so they didn't kill me immediately, but played with me like a cat and a mouse! "

"Uh... I really can't get over there now! Even if I manage to get through, I'll be helpless facing the three Six-One Pharaohs! So brother, you can only rely on yourself to figure out a solution!" Feng Hen shook his head with a wry smile, and said helplessly.

"Hehe, it's okay! Anyway, I got a feast statue in my yellow card, which is enough to deal with it temporarily. I just don't know what Tingting and Ningyan are doing!" Li Zhengyuan responded in a relaxed tone.

“I’ll find an opportunity later and try to replace one of them while they’re off guard.

If you can arrive in time, that would be great. You can help me share some of the pressure!" Li Zhengyuan said slowly while thinking about how to deal with it.

At this moment, Pan Yuting's clear and pleasant voice came from the communicator: "We are here in the lobby! I was planning to go to the second floor to take a look, but when I heard you said there was an escort, I gave up.

Ningyan and I were lucky, we each got a big gold. Hehe~Brother Hen, did you get anything good?"

Hearing this, Feng Hen was stunned for a moment, then replied with a bitter face: "Oh, don't mention it, I am simply possessed by a non-African! Not only did I not get anything, but I am also being held by the enemy.

Even worse is that there is a boy band called Rolf guarding not far ahead. How miserable it could be!"

"In that case, the victory of today's competition must belong to me and Tingting! If we lose, you and Yuanzi will have to cook a sumptuous meal for us."

Leng Ningyan's unique, cold and majestic voice came from afar, as if carrying an unquestionable majesty.

Hearing this, Li Zhengyuan couldn't help but look bitter, and quickly looked at Brother Hen beside him for help, muttering:

"Ah...Brother Hen, this time we can only rely on you to work harder! I have never set foot in the kitchen in my life. If you really let me cook, I'm afraid you will be sent to the hospital for emergency treatment immediately after eating~"

While talking to his teammates, Li Zhengyuan blinked and looked at the three escorts and their boss in front of him.

However, the current situation did not allow Li Zhengyuan to think any further.

Without saying a word, he picked up the shovel in his hand without hesitation and rushed towards the war-headed thug next to him like a tiger descending from the mountain.

In the blink of an eye, the shovel was raised high, bringing up a gust of wind, and smashed hard towards the opponent's head.