Delta Operation: Big Red Objects Mutate

Liu Yan looked in the direction of the sound and saw a fat man with a mohawk and another man blocking Gao Tianyu's way.

Gao Tianyu was also covered in supplies.

However, since he hadn't received any physical enhancement drugs like Liu Yan, his arms and legs were already starting to tremble due to the excessive weight.

"Serves you right for letting your teammates down. Now look what happened, you've been proven right," Liu Yan thought to himself.

After feeling sorry for the other party, Liu Yan was about to leave when eight figures blocked his way.

"Uh..." Liu Yan looked awkwardly at the eight people in front of him.

My situation seems much worse than Gao Tianyu's...

Which bastard designed this? Everyone was together during the evacuation!

Chapter 47 Drawings

"You son of a bitch, cough cough—you're the one who drove the tank and camped at the extraction point, aren't you? Do you even have anyone alive in your family? Cough cough—!"

"You played the whole game, and then got blown up by a tank at the extraction point? Are you even human? You fucking rat! You... wait, what was I supposed to say again?"

"Damn it! That tank originally belonged to me!!!"

"You little bastard! You're pretty cunning, aren't you? You even had an accidental discharge! You seem like a decent kid, but you've been up to no good, haven't you?"

"I'm so pissed off, because you planted a bomb, you son of a bitch, you bastard!!!"

The crowd vehemently denounced Liu Yan's various misdeeds.

"What's your name?" Chen Yu narrowed his eyes, his gaze filled with murderous intent.

When Chen Yu saw the gun tucked under Liu Yan's arm, which was none other than his own M14, his face turned so cold it was almost freezing.

As soon as Chen Yu spoke, the others fell silent.

Almost everyone in Bakshi knows Chen Yu; after all, nobody wants to mess with such a madman.

Liu Yan quickly threw the two backpacks on the ground, opened his left armpit, and held only an M14 in his hand.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang! ! !

Eight shots, eight bullets, pierced straight through the heads of eight people.

Including Liu Yan, all nine people were stunned and stood there.

Even Zhao Qian and the mohawk-wearing fat man, who were arguing in the distance, stared wide-eyed at this side.

A hint of surprise appeared on Gao Tianyu's calm face.

To Liu Yan's surprise, the bullets passed through the heads of eight people without causing any harm.

Firearms in Zone 3 cannot cause harm to people outside the operational area.

"Are you fucking crazy???" Chen Yu was the first to react, staring wide-eyed at Liu Yan.

The others also looked at Liu Yan in shock, speechless.

Who the hell is this guy? Everyone's just angry and here to have some verbal sparring, and you're trying to shoot and kill people right away?

And how the hell did you manage to lock onto eight people's heads in an instant?!

Liu Yan also figured it out: these people had been talking for so long but none of them had taken any action, which must be because the authorities would restrict them.

Firearms are ineffective here, and everyone has become an ordinary person, with almost no power to fight back against the officials.

"Go away, all of you, get out of here. Stop trying to get noticed." Liu Yan waved his hand.

"You!" Chen Yu pointed at Liu Yan, his hand trembling with anger.

“I can’t do anything to you here, but don’t forget, there’s only one entrance! Unless you never enter Bakshi again.”

"Otherwise, you'll get to know me very soon."

After Chen Yu finished speaking, he limped towards the entrance, seemingly intending to fight Liu Yan to the bitter end.

"Idiot, I'm not going in now, I need to go sell your equipment first." After saying that, Liu Yan hummed a tune and walked towards the trading area.

When Liu Yan reached the section of road between the third district and the trading area, he was stopped by two old acquaintances.

"How come you're making more money each time?" The burly man in charge of checking the backpacks looked at Liu Yan with surprise at the three backpacks and four fully modified guns.

"Brother, this time it's all equipment, so don't bother. I'm in a hurry to sell it," Liu Yan said with a practiced smile.

"Wait a minute!" another man called out to Liu Yan, who was about to leave.

"I remember you don't have bowlegs, do you?"

Upon hearing this, Liu Yan immediately squeezed his legs together.

I'm sorry to have troubled you, brother!

Liu Yan turned his head, forcing a smile despite the pain, and said:

"The item was too heavy, it caused the pressure."

The strong man also sensed something was amiss, stepped forward, and asked suspiciously:

"Hey, you didn't hide something in your crotch, did you? Trying to evade security? Take your pants off so I can see."

"Brother, this... isn't this a bit much? We've checked so many times before, and you guys know me, I basically only carry my gear." Liu Yan said with a helpless smile.

But at this moment, Liu Yan's heart was pounding violently.

Unlike the bust that Fudge helped put back in the warehouse, tanks are something that, no matter how you look at it, could never be privately owned!

"Stop talking nonsense and hurry up and take it off!" The strong man said impatiently, urging him on.

After thinking it over, Liu Yan decided to try the most common and effective method in the world.

Rules are rigid, but people are always flexible.

"Sigh, they're too heavy, I really can't carry them." Liu Yan frowned and sighed, placing the two backpacks and the two guns under his arms on the ground.

After doing all this, Liu Yan stood up and pretended to be stupid, saying:

"Hey bro, if there's nothing else, I'll be going now."

"Wait, where are you going? We haven't checked yet!" another man shouted, frowning.

Liu Yan stopped, took the two guns off his back, and placed them on the ground.

"It's still a bit heavy. Looks like I can't bring so much stuff next time."

"Hey bro, I'm off now, let's talk next time."

Liu Yan turned and left.

The man was about to speak again when he was stopped by the strong man next to him.

"That's enough! That's enough!" the burly man said irritably.

The man frowned, his face full of doubt.

"What do you mean 'enough'? We haven't even checked it yet!"

Seeing this, the burly man shook his head helplessly and began to explain:

"What he was hiding was 100% contraband. The higher-ups confiscated it, and then what? What does that have to do with us?"

"How much do we earn in a month doing security checks here? The supplies he left here are worth several months' salary for us!"

"Besides, he said he'd pay me back next time, how could you be so stupid?"

Upon hearing this, the other man suddenly realized what was happening and spoke up:

"We're good at this..."

"Bullshit, he already said he can't lift it!"

...

The third zone – the trading zone.

After successfully getting away, Liu Yan breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Although the supplies provided totaled nearly 500 million, exchanging them for a main battle tank would definitely be a worthwhile investment.

Moreover, being able to keep a full set of five outfits and a backpack of supplies means this was a huge profit.

"Sir, how much is it?"

Liu Yan dumped all the supplies from his backpack onto the stall.

When the old man saw that it was Liu Yan, he sighed helplessly.

One of them, and the other with the middle-parted hair, always made a mess of their stall.

Inside the backpack, besides some high-value accessories, there was also a five-headed dog and three small gold items.

Liu Yan took back several useful accessories and his own Giant Wave assault rifle.

"A total of 80, how come you only made this little this time?" The old man looked at Liu Yan.

"Something unexpected happened, transfer the money to me." Liu Yan took out his phone.

While transferring the money, the old man asked Liu Yan in a low voice:

"Are these three items specially handled? That customer kept asking me about them because I'm out of stock."

"no..."

After receiving the transfer, Liu Yan left the recycling stall without looking back.

Not far away, a familiar voice caught Liu Yan's attention.

"Hey bro, wanna team up? I know the basics of the No. 0 dam like the back of my hand."

"Hey, don't go, buddy."

Fudge was dejected after being rejected again, and shook his head in disappointment.

"Brother Chicken! I was just about to call you." Liu Yan stepped forward and patted Fuji on the shoulder, startling the latter.

"You scared me to death! Why did you call me? Are you trying to get me to make up the numbers again?" Fudge replied irritably.

"I'd like to borrow your warehouse to store something."

As he spoke, Liu Yan pulled a model of a main battle tank from his crotch.

"Main battle tank model? How did you get this through security?" Fudge asked in shock.

"What, you've touched it too?" Liu Yan looked at Fuji with some surprise.

"Don't you even know what my dad does?" Fudge said irritably.

After saying that, Fudge took the main battle tank model with a hint of disdain and was about to return it to the warehouse when he suddenly stopped.

"Oh right, I just remembered, could you watch something for me? I found it in my dad's room last night."

As he spoke, Fudge took out a piece of paper that had been folded several times from his pocket, unfolded it, and handed it to Liu Yan.

Upon seeing the drawing on the paper, Liu Yan was slightly taken aback.

The drawing on the paper depicts the heart of Africa!

Chapter 48 Fudge, the Fierce Attack!

"I asked my uncle to check the top-secret server, but there was no record of this thing there at all."

"How could there be no record? Doesn't the top-secret server have all the file information?" Liu Yan asked, frowning.

"Maybe it was just something he drew casually; I thought it was a special item."

Fudge shook his head helplessly and put the blueprints away.

"It wasn't just a random drawing. This thing really exists, and its abilities must be exceptionally strong," Liu Yan said firmly.

"Why?" Fudge asked, looking somewhat surprised.

"Why so many questions? I say it exists, so it exists," Liu Yan replied.

"Okay, what's this thing called?" Fudge looked at Liu Yan expectantly.

Heart of Africa