Rifle charge in Ark, but without a mount

The two men quickly exchanged numbers, and then Claude turned and walked out of the office, closed the door, and then reached out and tapped at the door.

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The neatly dressed dragon girl was still deep in thought in her office. This was very unusual for her because she would normally have set out to patrol the city at this time. She had a clear schedule for every moment of her day, including but not limited to handling police duties, city patrols, arresting criminals, as well as entertainment and rest time. Just like a well-designed program, there were rarely any changes.

"Chen Huijie, you look very happy."

A voice without any emotion suddenly sounded in the room. Chen turned his head and saw a man wearing a black hat and a black suit standing in the room. Every piece of clothing on his body was black, covering every inch of his skin, which gave people an inexplicable sense of foreboding.

"Hei Shan, why are you here?"

After seeing the visitor's attire clearly, Chen relaxed his hand holding the sword, but his expression remained serious.

"That person is not simple. We were unable to learn any information from this room just now... For the safety of this city, we need to know the results of your conversation with him."

"What if I say no?"

The air suddenly became quiet, and after a long while, Hei Shan slowly nodded:

"Of course you have the right to refuse."

The next moment he flipped out of the open window and disappeared from the room in the blink of an eye.

Although he knew that he was on the 4th floor, Chen didn't think that the other person would fall to death from such a height, so he didn't even go to the window to check.

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Claude walked on the street with his head lowered, his fingers tapping on his scabbard, his whole body exuding a unique aura, and the number of pedestrians around him suddenly became fewer and fewer, until he was the only one walking on the street.

Longmen seemed to be a rainy city. Raindrops began to fall on the ground around him without anyone noticing. Although Claude continued to move forward regardless, if he looked closely, he would find that the rain stopped two feet above his head and then flowed down the sides, as if there was a glass cover on his head.

Although it seemed a bit excessive to use his strength to keep out the rain, he didn't want to be nagged by his companions after his clothes got soaked.

His steps suddenly stopped, and his leather boots stepped on the wet ground, causing him to slowly turn around.

"Do you want to continue hiding? Maybe you can consider coming out and meeting me."

The only wind blowing around was the extremely cold wind when it was raining. Claude was not in a hurry, and his fingers were still tapping on the scabbard.

Just like a shadow appears when exposed to sunlight, a man wearing a black hat and dressed in black emerged from behind the tree. His whole body was wrapped tightly in black cloth, which had a terrifying effect on this cloudy and rainy day.

Then, five black figures emerged from everywhere and surrounded Claude. They did not draw their weapons, but under their large raincoats, their fingers had already grasped the hilts of their knives.

"You are not an ordinary person. I wonder what brings you to Longmen."

A hoarse and harsh sound, like two pieces of pig iron rubbing against each other, came from the curtain under the bamboo hat, but Claude still caught a hint of unnaturalness in the language. It was obvious that the other party was using a voice-changing technique.

"Who are you asking me this question? You... or the one who controls this city?"

The black straw raincoats' hats turned slightly. Although the movement was very slight, Claude thought they had started a discussion.

"It's the controller of this city who is asking you questions."

"Then please tell that gentleman not to worry, everything he is worried about will only turn out well, and I am only here to see a friend."

The black cloaks fell silent again. After a while, the leader among them nodded slightly to Claude.

"Then I wish you a satisfying time in this city. I hope you like it."

"I already like this place very much. This city should have its own future..."

The men in black straw raincoats retreated silently in the rain, just like knights killing people in the rain, with a solemn and desolate look.

Claude turned and left. The arm armor on his shoulders, even though it was not wet with rain, looked even colder. His expression was serious, as if he was thinking about something important. But he was thinking carefully about what gifts to bring to his companions. After all, it would not be appropriate to come to this famous commercial city without bringing something back.

How about buying the dessert again? It seems like there is something for everyone.

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"Okay, tell me the truth. Why did you follow that Penguin Logistics employee?"

The girl with messy long white hair was lying on the throne with her legs spread out, with a nonchalant expression. She looked like a common bad boy or runaway girl, but the scar on her face added a bit of danger to her.

Her knee was bandaged. Many of the broken bricks had pierced into her knee, but the bones and tendons were not injured, so it was only a superficial injury.

"Brother Police, don't you have any new tricks? You can only interrogate ordinary thieves with this kind of rhetoric. If you keep going like this, I will fall asleep."

The police officer, who had been in a stalemate with the other party for nearly an hour, could no longer tolerate it. This woman had been unyielding and unwilling to reveal any information to them. She was always making jokes and making a sarcastic remark from time to time, which, coupled with her weird expression, made him furious.

The old policeman next to him rubbed his eyebrows. He knew that the criminal was trying to provoke him, so he quickly adjusted his mentality.

But his partner was a complete rookie with no experience in this area. He was completely enraged by the other party's words and his face turned red. He was completely fooled by the other party, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

His old partner died three months ago. He lost his good friend with whom he had worked so well together. Now he can only cooperate with this newcomer. He needs to teach him every aspect of the other party. It seems that it is still a long way for him to become a successful person. He has even forgotten all the book knowledge he learned in school and is completely unaware of the criminal's intentions.

The old policeman also felt that the situation was very difficult, but he probably wouldn't be able to get anything out of him today, so he decided to stop there.

"Little brother, you don't need someone to watch over you now, do you? Do you still need this uncle to feed you in the morning?"

Suddenly, he heard the sound of a chair being pushed away. He immediately realized that something was wrong, but before he could stop it, a muffled sound was heard. He looked at the girl in surprise and found that she had untied the handcuffs on her hands at some point. Now she was holding her partner with one hand and taking out the key from her with the other hand, opening the interrogation chair that was holding her.

He quickly reached for the carrying gear with a long sword on his waist, and at the same time his left hand reached for the communicator on his shoulder, ready to call for support, but a slender fist appeared in front of him in the blink of an eye, and this was the last scene he saw before he fainted.

PS: The author had to climb the mountain for a whole day these two days. It took at least three or four hours to climb to the top of the mountain, and about two hours to come down. The most terrible thing was that my father did not let me stop to rest at all, saying that if I stopped for a while, I would be more tired... How did he manage to climb to the top of the mountain without sweating or even panting? ... My legs were so sore these two days.

Yanguo, Longmen and Victoria: Chapter 218 The Other Side

Penguin Logistics is a rather impressive organization. Its headquarters is not very conspicuous, but it is very famous throughout the city. Of course, this is mainly because Penguin Logistics is always on the monthly penalty list. Over time, even the vendors around the Guards Bureau know their names, after all, they are often seen coming here to pay fines or stay for two days.

In general, Penguin Logistics has become a part of Longmen, and many citizens have become accustomed to seeing racing dramas on the road, and it is not even enough to be a topic of conversation.

At this time, Claude was still wandering around the city. The reason why he had not boarded Rhodes Island's ship was because he still had some spare time and he also had a lot of interest in this city.

Coming in from the port is the bustling city, with tall buildings and busy traffic, and all kinds of screens and signs everywhere, with dazzling colors. It's all good, prosperous and grand, people are in a hurry to catch the bus, with hurried steps, as if there are always countless things to do.

But as he walked deeper into the city's alleys, turning one corner after another, when he walked out of an alley, it seemed as if he had entered a different world. What came into view was another world built with scrap iron sheets, concrete bricks, and all kinds of debris and garbage.

The metal trash can next to it was full of garbage, with flies flying around it. The stench of decay lingered in the air, and black juice was flowing from the rusted and damaged lower part of the trash can onto the ground, ready to soak any shoe that dared to step into it. The surrounding ground had long been covered with a layer of black oil that looked like it could stick to flies.

There were also many people here, poor people in tattered clothes, like scorpions living in caves, densely and ubiquitously distributed in every place here. Just like rats living in sewers, they had fear and ferocity in their eyes, as well as a kind of despair and numbness that penetrated into their bones.

The dividing line between prosperity and poverty is just a wall welded with steel bars, no more than two meters high. There are no spikes or barbed wire on it, so any strong person can easily climb over it.

Claude, who was dressed neatly and had an extraordinary aura, quickly attracted some people's attention when he stood here. These people were different from the thin slum dwellers. They were all strong and had obvious tattoos all over their bodies, making them look fierce.

Claude knew clearly that these people were gangsters from the slums.

After all, no matter where you are, there is its own set of order. This place doesn't look like it's under the jurisdiction of the police, so naturally there will be gangsters to fill this position.

Because of the swords at his waist, these guys had no intention of coming up to cause trouble, but they were obviously sizing him up.

A young man in a grey windbreaker, one hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist, with a surprised expression on his face, was walking in the dirty and messy slums. To the gangs that managed this area, this kind of person was obviously the eldest son of some wealthy family, who foolishly sneaked into this place. If it were normal times, he would disappear in a few minutes.

Although the gang members around them were eager to take action, no one dared to do it. A strange premonition appeared in the hearts of all of them. Several people just raised their hands and put them down again. Just as they opened their mouths, they closed them again involuntarily. It was as if the deepest instinct in their genes told them that they would die if they dared to make any move.

So Claude passed through them unimpeded, and the ferocious expressions on the faces of these gang members, who were usually arrogant and domineering, seemed to be pasted on. They lasted for nearly ten minutes, until the muscles on their faces became sore due to stiffness.

They are like a group of bluffing mice, who will not return to their normal behavior until the cat ignores them and walks by.

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Suddenly, a noisy sound came from the front, followed by a chaotic sound of footsteps. The next moment, a black figure that Claude was very familiar with was carried out by a big girl from the Filin tribe. It rushed past Claude at an extremely fast speed. A large group of noisy gang members chased after it, holding machetes, steel pipes and crossbows.

"Why are the Doctor and Huang here?"

Before he could react, the rotten iron sheet above his head suddenly made a crackling sound when it was stepped on. A figure in a black and white uniform passed over, with beautiful long black hair flying in the air. On his shoulders was a girl with two big ears. Another figure followed closely behind, with short burgundy hair scattered in the air. The two submachine guns in their hands sprayed a torrential rain of bullets, knocking down four or five of the pursuing gangsters at once, who fell to the ground groaning loudly.

A steady stream of gangs began to gather from the alleys of the slums. This was their world. They were familiar with every road, and their numbers were increasing.

These guys all have the same tattoo and are obviously from the same gang. It seems that most of the young and middle-aged men here join gangs, otherwise there wouldn't be such an astonishing number of them.

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"Excalibur, cover me!!"

A Luper girl with long black hair jumped up from the roof again. The gang members below hurriedly raised their crossbows and wanted to shoot her down, but before they could pull the trigger, the rain of bullets transformed from rubber bullets completely covered their crossbow team. This kind of bullet is usually not fatal when hitting the body, but it will cause large bruises or even fractures. These people rolled on the ground in pain.

The Sakta girl followed her companions lightly, as if the light wings behind her could really allow her to fly. From time to time, she turned around and fired while running and rolling. It seemed that she was covering the enemy with firepower, but each rubber bullet could accurately hit the flesh.

The cold-faced Ruper girl stared at every corner of the house with her golden eyes wide open. The slums were too complicated, and people could be hidden anywhere. Even she couldn't take care of everything, and had to rely on the cooperation of her companions.

Just like now, three people suddenly jumped out from the garbage dump next to them. No one knew when they hid here. The steel pipes and machetes in their hands greeted her head and body, but she just gently turned the hilt of the Source Stone Sword in her hand, and the machete and steel pipe were easily cut off in the blink of an eye. The sword hit their faces heavily, and several bloody teeth flew out with the sound of broken bones.

She hugged the petite client tightly on her shoulders. She had no idea what had gone wrong with these gangsters today. They didn't do the usual talking, but just rushed towards them with weapons in hand, as if they were hired to assassinate them.

Although they are familiar with the roads in the slums, the situation here is changing every day. Maybe at this moment some civilians are taking some garbage to repair their houses and occupying a certain road. Compared with these gang members, their understanding of the slums is far from enough.

In a one-on-one situation, they could easily deal with hundreds of gang members, but at this moment, there were more than a thousand people surrounding them. No matter how good they were at fighting, they were not wearing armor after all, and they were afraid of the enemy's crossbows, so they had no choice but to run away.

The Miss Huang from Rhode Island in front was very fast. She crashed through any house blocking her way and even knocked down the gang members rushing towards her with just her arms. They rushed left and right in the slums and tried to escape according to a plan at first, but these gang members popped up everywhere and they had lost their way in a panic.

"Exia! Where have we gone?"

After swinging her sword to cut off a tattered sign, the Lupo woman with long black hair turned to ask her companions. Now this place was a little unfamiliar to them. The slums of Lungmen were extremely large and were expanding every day. To thoroughly sort out every road here, perhaps only something like a supercomputer could do it.

"I'm not sure, but we seem to be to the right of the exit. We have to find a way to get back. Texas!! Can we climb up from the front?"

Angelica turned around again. She didn't have many bullets left, so this time she just fired a burst of bullets. However, the outstanding talent of the Sakota people allowed the rubber bullet to accurately hit the bridge of a gang member's nose, breaking the cartilage. Snot, tears and blood gushed out, and he rolled to the ground.

The front that the girl was pointing to was a stack of small houses made of iron sheets. Why do I say a stack? Because they are stacked one on top of the other like stacked bowls and chopsticks. The structure looks shaky and you have to worry about it collapsing even if you stand next to it, not to mention climbing up.

"No problem, suppress their firepower."

Archangel Exia turned around and pulled the trigger again, this time it was a perfect pull. The dense stream of bullets knocked the gang members behind him to the ground, making them cry for their parents. It also made these over-conscious gang members calm down and stop being so reckless to avoid being crippled by the bullets.

The girl called Texas wasted no time at all. The moment the other party pulled the trigger, she took a step forward and jumped onto the house. She made continuous jumps on the irregular protrusions on it and, with the help of the Originium sword in her hand, she reached the roof in a short while. Then she turned around, unfastened the safety lock at her waist, used the fastener on it to hit the iron sheet on the roof, and put the safety lock down.

After firing another volley of bullets, Angelica quickly reached the rope and climbed up in a few moves. Then, Huang, who was carrying the doctor on her back, took advantage of the messy layout of the house and quickly climbed up the bungalow. Then, under the cover of Angelica's large number of bullets, they quickly disappeared behind the stack of tall buildings.

They were temporarily safer, but the gang members seemed to be energized and gathered in large numbers in the slums. Relying on their familiarity with the roads, they kept chasing and intercepting them. What was even more strange was that these gang members with lax discipline did not reveal any more information in their words. Most of them were simple shouting and cursing. If it were any other time, they would have shouted loudly how much money they would give if they were caught in order to encourage their own morale.

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"Miss Texas, please let me help as well. I am also a warlock and can cast spells. Besides, our support will arrive in 10 minutes at most."

Hiding in an old tin house, everyone took a breather. At this time, Amiya, who was already considered a young girl, spoke.

"…It's not necessary right now. We can still handle it for now. Besides, our main goal right now is to leave here, not to get entangled with them."

After a moment of silence, Texas finally refused with a firm expression on his face.

"I understand...but I will help you when you need it."

Amiya's eyes were equally firm. If Claude saw this scene, he would probably be amazed. The petite girl now has some leadership qualities. Should it be said that war is the best way to train people?

"Oh! Miss Texas, you are injured. Let me bandage you!"

Amiya soon discovered that one of Texas' arms was stained red, and hurried forward to check on the other's injury.

The reason they were here was to reach a cooperation with Lungmen on the issue of infected people, so they needed to investigate in the slums with the most infected people. However, they did not expect that they were ambushed not long after entering here. Although most of the ambushers were a mob, the dense crossbow arrows were a considerable threat even for elite operators.

Texas silently let Amiya take off the clothes on her shoulders, revealing the scratches from the crossbow arrow underneath. She knew that she couldn't waste any time now, and this injury would indeed affect her ability to hold the sword.

"We're lucky. The wound isn't that deep. It only needs to be sutured and bandaged... It should also be disinfected. Miss Texas, please bear with it."

Amiya began to treat the injuries skillfully. The first aid kits they carried contained medical supplies for fixing wounds. After disinfecting and cleaning the wound, they put a white ring on the arm with the notch on it facing the wound. Then they pulled the zippers on both sides, and the skin fixed by the surrounding sticky material began to close in the middle, closing the wound at the same time. Then they applied a polymer dustproof film to prevent the wound from being contaminated again.

"...Okay, it's almost time to rest. We shouldn't stay here for long. They will find their way here sooner or later. Let's go."

"Got it, Miss Texas, Doc we're leaving... Doc?"

A figure in a long black coat sat on a wooden box, his chin propped up by his hand, looking like he was thinking. His face was covered by a black mask, and no expression could be seen. Only his fingers in white gloves tapped lightly on the wall next to him. After a few seconds, he slowly spoke:

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"Something's wrong."

Yan Kingdom, Longmen and Victoria: Chapter 1: Rats ()

An electronic sound whose gender could not be distinguished sounded in this shabby iron hut, but it did not feel awkward at all, and carried an emotion that others could clearly feel. Everyone could not help but focus their attention on this person, whose white coat was stained with a lot of dust and who was sitting on a broken wooden box, but at this moment he had an unquestionable, strategic temperament.

"We can't just run anymore, they're driving us to a place... the exit is no longer a real exit."

The calm and unhurried voice sounded again, causing everyone to react.

"Doctor, what do you mean?..."

"There is no way for us to hide from their eyes. There are their people everywhere here. If we just run away, we will fall into their trap sooner or later."

He closed two fingers together and rubbed them gently. Most of the sticky dust was rubbed into the gloves, but a small part of it leaked out.

"We can no longer let them mobilize us. We have to mobilize them so that we can have a chance to get out of here."

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A hairy, bony hand grasped the cane, and the sharp nails made it look more like a rat's paw than a human's. The light from the gap in the curtains only illuminated the palm, and everything else was still in darkness.

The sharp nail on the thumb began to scratch the crutch unconsciously, making the smooth paint surface mottled and also letting the fine dust spread into the hair on the fingers.