Number of Words: 5150 Update Time: 2012-12-17 20: 00: 02

Outside the window was a misty street with a faint red glow. From Victor's bedroom, he could see that the roof of his neighbor, Fat Sander, was missing a corner. If their line of sight continued to move forward, they would see that the buildings in the town were somewhat damaged and charred. These damaged buildings were mostly concentrated at the front of the city, and even the streets that had been cleared of snow occasionally revealed shocking craters.

White snow and black scars constituted the malevolence of war.

Just before the storm, there were two attacks on the city. The attackers were the heady armed mob who called themselves the "DK" regiment. The DK was the abbreviation of the leader of the mob, Decars. Under the lead of the leader, who was a master of both the wind and fire elements, all that was left behind were pieces of ruins wherever the DK Regiment passed.

Looking at the scars on the buildings outside, Victor remembered them clearly. That day was just like this. It was just dawn, and he was still unwilling to get up from his bed, when an attack suddenly occurred.

First, a shell dragging a fire from outside the city fell into the house of the West Street Blacksmith Levi. The blast destroyed the three-storey building Levy had renovated only a few years earlier, while killing the Levi couple and their two children, who were still in their dreams at the time. After that, there was a continuous stream of gunshots. The DK Regiment came in directly from outside the city gate and was about to occupy the entire West Street area. Fortunately, the people of Ron's company and Masters reacted quickly and relied on their familiarity with the environment and military strength to drive the mob out of Wrath Reef City.

It was only after the attack that Ron's company began to set up a warning wind outside the Rage Reef, as well as a watchtower for surveillance. After that, the DK Regiment launched another attack, but this time the well-prepared Angry Reef City made them return without success.

The second attack was followed by a snowstorm. Snow and wind not only became a natural barrier to the DK Regiment, but also restricted the movement of the mob. No one believed that the DK Regiment could fight in such an environment. After all, they were mobs gathered together for their own benefits, not the elite troops of an organization.

Victor stretched and walked out of the bedroom to the clinic downstairs. The clinic was rumbling with activity, and in addition to the residents whose homes had been destroyed in the two attacks, some of them were wounded at Ron's office.

Since Zero left, Victor's clinic had been reopened. Masters had even sponsored a bunch of medical equipment for him. With Victor's medical skills, he might not be as good as a big hospital, but in a small place like Wrath Reef City, Victor, who could perform the operation on his own, was already a well-loved doctor among the citizens.

After the attack of the DK Regiment, Victor was responsible for the treatment of some soldiers who were seriously injured. Ron's company had its own medics, but they were no match for Victor in medical skills. As a result, some of the seriously injured soldiers were sent to Victor's company. To that end, Ron had sent a team of six to protect Jane and to provide Victor with two female paramedics as nurses.

As Victor was walking downstairs, he smelled a faint aroma. It was the smell of roasted meat. Although it was man-made, the added essence made it taste like beef when heated at high temperatures. Victor greedily sucked in two more mouthfuls of the meaty air and turned into the kitchen that had been unused for years.

When Victor's wife, Kaelyn, was still alive, the kitchen belonged to her. After Kaelyn was taken by the wolf, Victor was no longer in the mood to use the kitchen. Then, for the sake of zero, Victor regained his composure. But he bought most of his food from outside, and the doctor didn't cook it himself, so the place was idle for a long time.

Until the arrival of two paramedics, one of them, an Asian woman named Huina, was very good at cooking. Not only was the food for the citizens and wounded soldiers in the clinic her responsibility, but she also cooked Victor's three meals with great care. Huina's cooking techniques were indeed brilliant. Although they were the same ingredients, in her hands, they were able to create different tricks as if she was performing a magic trick.

On the third day of her arrival, Victor had liked what she did. Furthermore, if the crisis was resolved and she left, how would he be able to pass his three meals in the future?

Guided by the scent, Victor could feel his way into the kitchen with his eyes closed. When he walked into the kitchen, he happened to see her busy in the morning light. Huina's height was only about 1.6m, and on the mainland, the average height of a woman was relatively short. But she had a well-proportioned body, and, like most Asian women, her breasts were not large.

However, the twin peaks in the shape of a jade bamboo shoot were abnormally firm. It could prove its pride to the world without any special accessories. Every time he saw her, Victor couldn't help but think that a lot of men were fantasizing about using their hands to hold the twin peaks. Of course, Victor was no exception. If he had not met the doctor before Kaelyn, he might have pursued her intensely. However, the current Victor could only contain one woman in his heart, so he did not intend to find a new mistress for his clinic.

Realizing that Victor had entered the room, Huina revealed a sweet smile and said, "Mr. Victor, breakfast is almost ready. Can I trouble you to call the others to get up?"

Victor shot a hard look at the lovely breasts and smiled. "Pleased to help, ma'am."

Huina and her companion looked at each other and smiled, then continued with their work.

Just as a warm and gentle atmosphere permeated Victor's clinic, the soldiers, Jett, who was standing on the watchtower outside the city, were enduring a bone-piercing chill. Although the sky was beginning to brighten, the snow had stopped falling. However, it was the coldest time of the day. Jett was in his thirties, and had been at Ron's for ten years.

With trembling hands, he sucked in a mouthful of hot air and reached for the wine pot on his waist. The jug of wine was as light as a feather. Even if Jett were to use it to shake the jug, there was no hope of a single drop falling from it. The liquor inside the jug had long since been finished while he was standing guard. If not for this jug of wine, whose accuracy was high enough to burn people, Jett would have been frozen by the cold wind. But now, even though he could only take a sip at a time, he finally finished all the liquor in the pot.

Jett sighed. He rubbed his hands over his body, hoping to rouse some sensation from his numbing limbs. Then he would wait for the shift to change at 7: 00 and go back to his dorm for a good night's sleep.

At that moment, the reflection of something softly pierced Jett's eyes. Although it was only for a moment, it was enough to attract Jett's attention.

He immediately picked up the telescope in front of his chest and looked in the direction of the light.

It was a snowy hill, and under the raging blizzard a few days ago, snowy hills like this were piled up one by one in the wilderness. It was this that greatly restricted the movement of the mob. Otherwise, the Angry Reef City would not be so peaceful these few days.

Naturally, there was nothing to be suspicious about in a snowy mound. Just as Jett thought he was seeing things and wanted to put down the telescope. Suddenly, he saw the snowy mound move.

The vibration appeared on this snowy hill, caused by a slight movement. Following that, a piece of black metal that was constantly rotating emerged from the snow mound. It constantly "swallowed" the snow, before shooting up from both sides. Amidst the billowing snow, a special vehicle roared as it worked.

A snowplow!

Jett was no stranger to this kind of vehicle. Ron had two of these plows at his company, and they were the ones who had cleared the snow from the city of Angry Reef. Now, however, the same plows made a passable path through the snow of the wilderness.

Jett quickly moved his binoculars and looked into the distance. Sure enough, behind the snowplow was a winding road that extended into the snowy road on the coastline. Jett saw three converted four-wheel vehicles and a large number of modified motorcycles with chains around their tires.

In one of the SUVs, Jett saw a flag. The flag was dark, with a skull painted in grey. At the bottom of the skull was written "D. K." in red paint.

The DK Regiment!

A chill ran through Jett's heart and he tried to warn her. In the telescope he saw a man with a sniper rifle aimed at him. The next moment, the muzzle of the sniper rifle shot out a long stream of flames.

This was the last scene Jett saw. The moment the sniper rifle shot out a flame tongue, his entire body shuddered.

A spray of blood flew out from the back of Jett's head, splashing the ground of the tower into a bloody mess. Moments later, Jett's body fell with its eyes wide open into a pool of blood.

After he fell down, the sound of a sniper rifle shot rang out. The rough sounds of gunfire broke the silence of the morning, followed by a few sharp whistles from the wilderness. A few streaks of fire swept through the air in a perfect arc, falling into the watchtower outside the Angry Reef City in quick succession. Flames flashed continuously as the shockwave from the explosion blew the soldiers and the watchtower apart!

At this moment, the remaining sentries began their counterattack, thus opening the curtain for the third attack of the DK Regiment.

"F * ck, when will armed mobs have a luxury like a snowplow!"

One of them was around forty years old. His body wasn't considered well-built, but it was well-proportioned. A height of 178 cm could not be considered tall, but his white face gave off a scholarly feeling. However, it was precisely these people who were full of vulgarities. They were even savagely carrying high speed machine cannons that needed to be fixed with frames as they moved about in the open space outside the city.

As he spoke, the fuel tank of three motorcycles that he swept through exploded with a loud bang. However, from the thick smoke and flames that rose from the snow, there were even more modified motorcycles charging out of the flames. The riders on the motorcycles did not want to die as they charged towards the defense line of the Angry Reef City.

"Luther, come back here!"

A loud roar came from the sentry tower behind them. The roar was as rough as a bear's roar, causing even the ground to shake slightly. When the middle-aged man named Luther heard the sound, he ruthlessly strafed the place a few more times before he carried the high speed machine gun and ran back.

Just as he turned around, a sharp whistle sounded out from behind him. Luther's expression changed. He recognized the sound as a shoulder-fired missile. The DK Regiment's armed strength exceeded everyone's expectations. Not to mention the very rare snow plows, they even possessed destructive weapons that were specifically designed to destroy the battlefield.

The shoulder-fired missile is only one of them, and the other is an oar grenade. Unlike the usual high-explosive grenades, the grenade will create a strong current of up to 1 million volts when it explodes, covering an area of 100 square meters in a jumping ring motion. In addition to its terrifying destructive power to ordinary soldiers, it would also destroy electronic equipment, paralyzed the drive system of the chariot, causing unparalleled destructive power.

Whether it was shoulder-fired missiles or electric paddle grenades, they were not easily obtainable. In addition to having to be customized from a weapons factory specializing in the production of these weapons, they also required a high fee. Judging from the situation with the DK Regiment, these barren settlements are not sufficient to provide the DK Regiment with the cost of buying these weapons of war.

The problem now was that a wild and armed mob had weapons that even the troops of normal companies could not afford. This could only mean that there was a bigger organization supporting them from behind the scenes. This was not hard to guess. The difficulty was, which faction supported the DK Regiment and what was their goal?

However, at this moment, it was obvious that Rosell did not have the time to think about this issue. The missile had clearly locked onto him and was shooting towards him at an extremely fast speed.

Rosser was a person with the strength and defense of a rank 5, and he did not advance, only had the most basic of abilities. But even a fifth-step defense was not enough to face a missile's attack head on, and he was not able to retreat unscathed from a missile's attack without agility. So no matter how you looked at it, he was dead in the missile lock.

Only Rosella knew that she would not die. As long as the person on the watchtower was around, this sort of weapon that relied on the positioning of the data would not be able to kill him.

Sure enough, when the missile began its descent from a distance, it suddenly began to sway left and right like a drunken man. Next, the missile turned and headed for the DK Regiment's position.

The motorcyclists, who had been speeding forward, immediately exploded. The riders hurriedly controlled the locomotives to head off in the direction of the missile's landing point, but the missile was so fast that when they turned around, the missile had already landed.

The ground suddenly shook. In the midst of the soaring flames, countless amounts of snow were brought up and evaporated into water vapor from the high temperature from the explosion. The water vapor mixed with the thick smoke formed the shape of a mushroom in the sky, which was wrapped in spitting flames.

Luther almost scrambled back to Angry Reef City's defense line. He sat down on the snowy ground and wiped off his cold sweat as he looked at the black cloud in the distant sky. Suddenly, a figure flashed before his eyes. Just as he raised his head, he was struck by an old fist.

For Rosser, who was at the fifth step of defense, this punch did not even have the power to tickle him, but he still cooperated and 'rolled' away. Rosser stood up, rubbing his cheek, and his eyes fell on the tall white man in front of him. The man was a head taller than Luo Qin, and his chin was covered with black stubble. He had a cigar in his mouth, a beret on his head, and a tight black uniform that made him look like a soldier on the battlefield.

His name was Tunguska and he was a partner with Rose. They set up Ron's Company to hunt and make specimens out of strange creatures and sell them for money. At times, Ron's company took on the business of guarding and escorting. But overall, Ron's business wasn't very broad, largely because of the number of soldiers they had.

Ron's company had less than two hundred men, and the only ones capable of it were Tunguska and Luther. Apart from Luther who was an ability user in the domain of fighting, Tungus was also an ability user in the domain of perception. As someone who had yet to develop his ability to advance, his expertise was only in the fourth step of energy interference and teleportation.

The missile had been destroyed by Tunguska's interference, and had ended up detonating in the enemy camp. Teleportation, on the other hand, allowed Tunguska to travel a short distance in space, but the distance was too short. A limit of less than three hundred meters made it a weak skill. For such a short distance, not to mention a powerhouse, even an ordinary soldier with a gun would be able to threaten Tongus.

Fortunately, while this ability was in effect, no means could detect Tongus' aura, so it was impossible to predict its location, allowing Tongus to gain a small initiative.

However, there were many times when Tunguska rarely used this ability.

In fact, Luther envied this ability of his. Admittedly, if the combat domain's ability was matched with the teleportation ability of the mind, then the power would rise sharply. However, the talents that each of them excelled at were different. Thus, Luther could only be envious of them.

Tungus grabbed Luo Qin's collar and shouted, "If you continue to waste my words, I'll send you out to die. Just wait for someone to collect your corpse, you bastard!"

In any case, every time Tunguska said so, he would always help, and Rosella was already used to it. Suddenly, Tunguss' face changed slightly as he pounced on Luther.

Just as he was about to shout out that he had no strange sexual orientation, he saw a sandbag that had been temporarily erected in front of the barbed wire pass through it, and then over Tunguska's thick back, leaving a long bloody furrow across the big man's back.

Then, the sound of a sniper rifle could be heard from afar.

Tongus cursed with a dark face, "Fuck, the shooting distance is at least 1500 meters, they have an amazing sniper!"

As Tunguska spoke, a man in a cowboy hat dropped his sniper rifle in an SUV a thousand meters from the battlefield. He had a piece of hay in his mouth and was wearing a dark red leather jacket. Inside the jacket was a gray shirt with a black tie under the collar. His tie blew in the wind and landed on the man's face.

He was cursing something in his mouth as he frantically removed his tie from his line of sight while spitting out the grass from his mouth. The hay fell to the ground, but grew whiskers at the roots. Mao Xu worked hard to catch anything that could be used to hold himself in place.

"Leo, what the hell are you doing? Fuck, don't you claim that your gun is useless? I spent a huge sum of money to invite you over. You can't even bring down a single leader of the enemy force! If you can't do it, get out of here immediately! "

Another SUV pulled up, and a man with dark red flame tattoos on the left side of his face yelled at the sniper.