Chapter 696: Landing, Control, Street Fighting! (1/2)

At four o'clock in the morning, the sun had not yet risen, and the sea was still gray.

The Golden Gallon Port lying on the coastline was like a sleeping bull. The concrete docks that stretched out were its horns, and the urban area lying on the edge of the coastline, densely packed with large and short houses, was its bloated and fat belly.

This settlement located on the Yongliu River and on the impact plain is the largest settlement on the east coast of the Xilan Empire, and also the largest port.

According to the posts updated by Sisi on the forum, there are an astonishing one million people living here, even more than the people of the Hump Kingdom combined.

If you only look at the scale, whether it is the port of Silver Moon Bay or the port of the ring island, it can only be regarded as a flea compared to it.

However, when it comes to living standards, just looking at the densely packed houses and shacks like ant nests, it is not difficult to feel the suffocation and hardship that comes to your face.

Of course, if it is said that there are only shacks here, it must be a slander against the empire. After all, anyone who lands at this port, as long as he is not blind, will not ignore the straight concrete docks and the blocks with street lights.

Although the incident that happened a month ago has left the nobles living near the port with lingering fears, it still does not affect the fact that this is the most expensive place on the entire Yongliu River. A brick here can even buy a nearby city district.

Of course, no matter how expensive the house here is, it has nothing to do with Palu who is standing guard here.

First of all, he is a horse tribe member. Only the noble sun tribe members, cattle tribe members and outsiders are qualified to buy a house here, and the transaction does not accept Xilan coins that change every day, but only pure gold dinars that can be exchanged for slaves.

No matter which one, he dare not even think about it. He can only donate more incense money and pray for a good rebirth in the next life.

In fact, there are only a thousand gods protecting this place, which is not a lot. Maybe he will become a sun tribe member or a cattle tribe member in the next reincarnation?

It's not impossible.

Looking at the quiet coast, Palu, who was thinking about something, couldn't help but yawn and tightened the fire-stick-like rifle in his hand.

It's not because this thing can bring him much sense of security, but purely because the sea breeze here is blowing, and he is always worried that it will be blown away if he doesn't hold something in his hand.

This point is too early for most people in this settlement. Only the dung pickers carrying wooden barrels and patrolling guards are awake by the port.

If you accidentally fall into the sea, you may drown and no one will notice.

"...Isn't it time to change shifts yet?"

Palu muttered softly, looking around in an irritable mood, always feeling that the time for changing shifts has passed.

Damn.

Could the bell ringer fall asleep again?

...

At this moment, Palu didn't know that the guard in charge of ringing the bell was not asleep, but was knocked unconscious by a club.

The bell tower is the highest point in the area, right next to the Port Guard Bureau. If you take it, you can at least overlook half of the port area.

It's not just the bell ringer.

Just when Palu yawned, the gate of the Port Guard Bureau was also controlled by force by a group of guys wearing exoskeletons.

The guard on duty was gagged and thrown under the table of the guard booth. An intelligence player quickly released the four-rotor drone he carried and used the neural access device to operate the drone to fly around the entire guard bureau twice, marking all escape routes and places where people might be.

The corner old six, who served as the team leader, immediately issued an attack order, and then twenty soldiers wearing "type five" exoskeletons broke through the front door of the guard bureau openly and headed straight for the main building and dormitory in two groups.

Many snoring guards were pulled out of bed before they woke up, and then they saw a pistol with a silencer inserted pointed at their foreheads.

Looking at the index finger tapping the lips, no one dared to speak. They all honestly accepted the fact that they had been captured, and were obediently escorted by these uninvited guests into the cell of the Security Bureau, staying with the prisoners who had not yet woken up.

At this moment, even a blind man could see that this group of people were obviously not ordinary pirates or plunderers.

They were well-trained, their actions were clean and neat, without any drag, and they were quick, accurate and ruthless, and they hit the vital points directly, not giving the "victims" any chance to react.

Obviously.

They are all regular troops!

And both their equipment and tactics are professional!

When encountering such a tough guy, even if you resist, it is useless, it is better to surrender honestly.

What's more, being captured by the regular army is nothing to be ashamed of, and their superiors will not blame them for not resisting.

It's just that everyone in the entire Security Bureau can't figure out one thing.

How did I get involved with this group of plague gods?

The whole operation took less than fifteen minutes without a single word of communication. The Port Guard Bureau of Jingalon Port had been suppressed.

This sleeping bull had been blindfolded.

The Union submarine could surface openly beside the dock and transport the personnel and equipment in the cabin to the shore, strangling its neck with a rope.

In the office of the director of the Security Bureau.

The corner man, who had completely controlled the building, stretched out his index finger and pressed on his helmet, reporting the current situation to the temporary combat command center in the submarine.

"...This is the advance team. We have successfully suppressed the port security system. There has been no exchange of fire. You can land at any time."

After the rustling sound of electricity, Lao Bai's voice came from the other end of the communication channel.

"Copy that, keep suppressing it and stay where you are."

The sixth person in the corner: "I understand."

At the same time that the communication ended, a huge black submarine slowly emerged from the sea at the edge of the southernmost pier of the port.

The pitch-black hull quietly pushed away waves, revealing the wide deck and the huge arc-shaped bow.

The crew members standing on the deck threw out the cushioning air cushion and guided the submarine slowly to the edge of the concrete pier through the intercom.

When the submarine came to a stop, rows of jet-black exoskeletons stepped through the hatch connected to the deck in neat steps, and boarded the dock through the outwardly extending gangway.

Following them towards the port were Y-2 butterfly knife drones with muzzles suspended, and twenty "Cerberus" unmanned vehicles loaded with ammunition.

In just three minutes, a battalion of troops had been deployed, and it was also the most elite battalion in the alliance.

Not only are all of these players second-awakened people with genetic sequences of stage three or above, they are also armed to the teeth with mechanized equipment.

Seeing the troops that suddenly appeared on the port, the guards on patrol nearby were so shocked that they froze in place, losing their movements and voices for a moment.

Facing this group of guys with completely different styles, they just felt that the Ripper rifles in their hands were like small water pipes in the sink.

Not to mention raising it to aim at those people, they didn't even have the courage to load their rifles, so they put down their rifles and raised their hands.

After all, they are just a group of ordinary survivors who receive a meager salary. They are neither the noble Imperial Army nor the private soldiers of the Governor's Palace.

They have neither the ability to rush forward nor the courage to do so.

The leading player did not fire at them, but gathered them out of the way, arranged for two drones to watch, and then continued the mission of occupying the port.

At this moment, Palu, who was on duty at the northernmost part of the port, didn't even notice what was happening. Control of the port had fallen into the hands of the alliance.

The deck of the submarine.

Looking at the port that fell into their hands without firing a shot, Fang Chang, who was wearing the "Five Style" exoskeleton, couldn't help but sigh.

"Now I finally understand how those guys managed to cause so much trouble in the port with just four people."

Before landing, he also estimated that there would be at least one fierce firefight in the port area, which would be a preview for the landing battle in the southern seas and Haiya Province.

After all, they had landed from the sky before and had never encountered the situation of landing from the sea. In case the Southern Islands Federation suddenly turns against them, it will still be difficult to deal with the naval bombardment of the Federation fleet with the coastal defense capabilities of French Fries Port. The best solution is to change the situation through submarine penetration.

No matter what, always prepare for the worst.

However, this giant settlement with a population of one million was completely beyond his expectation. The defenders here seemed to be asleep, and they were defeated without even firing a shot.

Lao Bai, who was standing next to him, glanced at him.

"Are you talking about Ah Wei and the others?"

Fang Chang shrugged.

"Has anyone else been here?"

Seeing his speechlessness, Lao Bai smiled and said.

"Don't underestimate them. Their fighting ability is hard to say, but they are still very good at getting into trouble."

Although the probability of success is not high, it often works wonders when it succeeds.

As for when the car overturned, I was probably too embarrassed to say it on the forum.

His eyes fell on the sleeping settlement, and Fang Chang sighed softly.

"I'm not looking down on that guy, it's just a little bit..."

After a pause, he thought of an appropriate wording.

"I think too highly of this 'empire'."

Only the locals themselves know best whether the population has exceeded 100 million and whether the Wasteland Era has ended. However, the unification of the entire Borneo Province cannot be faked.

Fang Chang didn't know how they did it.

The Alliance has not completely ruled the entire administrative division of the Era of Prosperity. Although they do not seem to deliberately play this map coloring game, it is actually quite difficult to implement it.

In several provinces east of the River Valley Province, the number of survivors has become so scarce that people don’t know how to unite them. The total number of civilized fires left by the War and Construction Committee like Boulder City and Singularity City is only Thirteen or twelve, and there is no way its tentacles could reach as far as Borneo.

Perhaps, as the Xilan people said, there are indeed thousands of gods looking after them...

…

On the other side, the Port Guard Office.

Seeing these uninvited guests communicating in a language he didn't understand, Mandal, who was sitting behind his desk, was shivering and didn't dare to take a breath.

But the guy in the exoskeleton still noticed him, strode up to him, and looked down into his eyes.

"Are you the director here?"

Mandal was about to nod subconsciously, but quickly came to his senses, shook his head, and stammered.

"Yes, no...I'm not, I'm the chief on duty."

The old man in the corner continued viciously.

"Where is your superior? Where is he now?"

"Just, I live on this nearby street..." Mandal was so anxious that he almost cried, his lips trembling.

The old man in the corner did not embarrass him. He picked up a notebook from the table, tore off a page and threw it in front of him, tapping it with his index finger.

"House number, street, write it down."

"Yes, yes!" Not daring to resist at all, Mandal hurriedly reached out to grab a pen and wrote a long list quickly.

The old man in the corner picked up the note and took a look at it. He tapped his helmet twice with his index finger. While taking pictures through the tactical eyepiece, the offline program on the VM recognized and translated the content on the paper.

Unfortunately, there is no satellite positioning, so they can only conduct simple terrain mapping through aerial images taken by drones.

The sixth man in the corner took a tablet from the intelligence player on the side, stuffed it in front of the shivering Mandal, and pointed to the address on the previous note.

"Is this here?"

After a quick glance at the aerial map on the tablet, Mandal quickly spotted the luxurious three-story bungalow and immediately nodded hurriedly.

"Yes! Gate 003 on Tulip Street 1 is right here!"

Seeing how cooperative the NPC was, the sixth man in the corner nodded with satisfaction. While sharing the coordinates with his teammates outside, he continued to look at him and said.

"In addition to your commander, I also need you to provide the address of the governor of this port, as well as the lord here, and other high-ranking officials in the settlement and port."

"The Governor is in the Governor's Mansion... As for the other officials, I really don't know, sir," Mandal was sweating profusely and worried that the person in front of him would be dissatisfied, so he hurriedly explained, "No, but don't worry! Except for The governor and the city lord are in their own mansion, and most of the people you mentioned are on the streets behind the port! You can definitely find them out if you ask them one by one!"

As he spoke, he squeezed an attentive smile from his face, then took the initiative to take the tablet with both hands, and gingerly made a circle on the map with his fingers, covering the blocks with street lights near the port. Circled.

"It's all here!"

Good guy.

Are you so cooperative?

Seeing how polite this diligent guy was, the sixth man in the corner looked at him twice in surprise, and then reported the situation to the submarine's combat headquarters.

After understanding the situation at the port, Lao Bai immediately formulated an arrest plan. The 100th team that landed at the port first would quickly go to the nearby port neighborhoods to cut off traffic and arrest important officials in the settlement. The task of capturing the Governor's Mansion was Performed by the 200th.

Looking at the group of people standing in the office who had not yet left, Mandal finally couldn't help the panic in his heart and asked cautiously.

"Who are you? When did we offend you?"

The old man in the corner grinned.

"Then you have to ask your Lord Governor."

Mandal opened his mouth blankly, with a blank expression on his face.

He was not the only one who was confused at this moment. Bihari, the director of the Port Guard Bureau, who had the door kicked open and pinned down on the bed in his bedroom, was also shocked and angry when he saw the group of thugs wearing exoskeletons, and screamed like a pig. roar.

"Let me go! Do you know who I am?! If you don't let me go, I will send you all to jail!"

Looking at the disfigured woman lying next to him, Murderous Dagger picked up a piece of clothing from the closet nearby and threw it on her.

"We have something to discuss with your husband. Please go to the living room."

The woman nodded palely, hurriedly put on her clothes and got out of bed, not daring to stay here any longer and leave.

Looking at Director Bihari who had stopped shouting, Murderous Dagger took out his tablet and once again confirmed that he and the person in the photo were the same person, then looked at him and said.

"Chief Bihari, you are captured."

"quilt……"

The second half of the sentence was stuck in his throat. Bihari took a quick look at the murderous guys in the room and seemed to realize something. Cold sweat gradually seeped out from his forehead and dripped on the sheets made of precious silk. superior.

After swallowing, he tried in a shaky voice with a hint of disbelief.

"Are you... from the Alliance?"

Opening the visor of his helmet, Murderous Dagger grinned, looked at him who was pinned down on the bed, and whistled.

"It seems there is finally someone with knowledge?"

Looking at the half-smiling eyes and the assault rifles barely placed on his forehead, Bihari shivered and almost wet the bed.

If he remembered the calendar correctly, Captain Dirang and his men should have just arrived at the French Fries Port at this time.

How on earth did people from the Alliance appear out of thin air in the Port of Golden Gallen, two thousand kilometers away? !

But at this moment it was too late for him to think about these things.

Looking at the guy wearing the exoskeleton, he looked frightened and stammered, confessing everything he knew.

"I, I don't know anything... What I said is true! I just saw the Gray Wolf Army's group of people boarding the ship from the port, and happened to hear where they were going. It's impossible for me to be involved in this matter , I am just the director of the Port Security Bureau, how could I influence the Governor’s decision? By the way, you have to go to Governor Nihak, that’s his order!”

Looking at Director Bihari who was about to wet his pants with fear, Murderous Dagger continued speaking unhurriedly.

"Don't worry, our brother is on his way to the Governor's Mansion to find him, so you don't have to worry about it. All those involved will not escape the 'judgment'."

Hearing these words, Bihari had vaguely guessed that this port might have completely fallen into the hands of the alliance, and he couldn't help but groan in pain.

"What exactly do you want to do? Start a war with the Empire?"

Murderous Dagger shrugged.

"It depends on what your Emperor thinks, but no matter what that guy thinks, we will do it our way."

Bihari swallowed nervously.

"...your method?"

Murderous Dagger nodded.

"First of all, we need to find the mastermind who planned the attack, give them some color and at the same time collect some interest from his pocket. In addition, we believe that Golden Gallon Port is a potential breeding ground for 'predators' , In order to prevent similar things from happening again, we have to do something big here.”

Bihari asked shakily.

"A big deal?"

Murderous Dagger said two words lightly.

"Abolition of slavery."

Bihari thought he had heard wrongly at first, but later found out that he had not. He stared at him dumbfounded and slowly opened his mouth.

"...This is impossible, you can't do it."

Murderous Dagger chuckled.

"If anything is impossible, we have your help."

Bihari's eyes widened even more, like a cow's.

"Me?! Are you crazy? Not to mention that I am the director of the security bureau. Even if the sacred bull carrying the sun is standing here, it is impossible. Do you know how many slaves there are in this settlement?!"

And why would he do this? !

Not to mention that his house needs servants to clean it. Without those slaves, who would do the work that originally had to be done by slaves?

In less than a week, this settlement will be flooded with excrement water!

However, the man in front of him didn't listen to what he said at all, or he didn't take it to heart. Instead, he smiled and said.

"That's great. This shows that we have a lot of work to do. From now on, you will be the sergeant of the Golden Gallen Port Guard Corps. I grant you law enforcement powers and temporary ruling powers. You need to act in accordance with the alliance's standards during your term. The Constitution governs all affairs in this settlement.”

joke.

They are not here to do charity.

Abolition of slavery and trial are just means. Does it matter whether we achieve it in the end?

Bihari stared at him in fear and muttered.

"You must be crazy. You can't even raze this settlement to the ground. No...I can't be the police chief. You can find someone else. The security of our settlement here belongs to the city defense." Sir, how about you go find him?"

Ignoring this guy's pleas, Murderous Dagger said with a playful smile.

"Inappropriate? Are you sure? It's really inappropriate?"

Bihari shook his head like a rattle.

He finally understood.

These guys are here to cause havoc.

They made a mess here and left, but he had no place to go and would have to be properly liquidated later.

He wouldn't dare take on such a mind-numbing job.

Seeing that he refused to cooperate, Murderous Dagger didn't waste any time. He loaded the rifle in his hand and pressed it against his head.

Feeling the cold air from the muzzle of the gun, Bihari's face instantly lost color, and his face turned faster than a traffic light.

"I do! I do!! This police chief must be me. More than 90% of the nobles in this settlement live in my jurisdiction. I know the details of each of them. This job is best left to me. But please leave it to me!"

"That's right."

Smiling and patting the chameleon on the shoulder, Murderous Dagger took a hat from the hanger nearby and put it squarely on his head.

"From today on, you are the Sheriff of Golden Gallen Port. We hope that you will enforce the law impartially and in accordance with the alliance's constitution. Do your best and don't let us down. If you have a chance, we will let you be the Sheriff of the Xilan Empire."

After saying that, regardless of the expression of the frightened guy, Murderous Dagger took out a printed copy of the Alliance Basic Law from his arms and threw it on the sheets in front of the poor guy.

"Look through it first."

Bihari hurriedly took the stack of bound printing papers and pretended to flip through them carefully, even though he couldn't read a single word.

Murderous Dagger ignored him, leaving two people to watch him as planned, and then left the mansion with the remaining team members.

It was still dark outside, but a group of men and women were already standing on the street.

They are all residents of this Tulip Street No. 1. Not only do they have noble blood, but most of them hold important positions in this port and settlement. Some are completely independent nobles and people who do business here. foreign businessmen.

There were even two Vaillantes among them.

However, their appearance at this moment has nothing to do with the word noble.

Some of them were wearing coats, and some were simply wearing thicker pajamas. Their faces were full of panic and embarrassment, and their eyes were at a loss. They had no idea what was happening, and they were attacked by a group of soldiers with live ammunition. Brought from home.

Knowing that there must be innocent people among them, Murderous Dagger did not embarrass them. He clapped his hands to signal them to look this way and spoke with a loud voice.

"I'm sorry to disturb everyone's rest, and of course thank you for your cooperation."

"We are a group of soldiers whose identities cannot be disclosed because a group of people whose identities cannot be disclosed attacked us. Through interrogation, we learned that they were from Golden Gallen Port, so we followed the clues to find this place, and the purpose was to find out who We are the mastermind behind this, and we are using our own methods to make this settlement normal.”

"Please rest assured that we will not harm any innocent people, and of course we will never let go of anyone involved. If anyone can provide clues, we will be very grateful and will even distribute the property of the persons involved to the prosecution part of the people.”

"In addition, we advise those involved to surrender themselves as soon as possible and strive for our understanding. It is hard to say what will happen if we catch them."

After a pause, he continued.

"There may be fighting here in a while. Please follow us to the temporary settlement in the port area to take refuge."

While he was talking, a gunshot suddenly sounded in the distance, followed by crackling gunfire from the adjacent street.

Everyone on the street was startled by the sudden gunfire. Some hugged each other, and some screamed and squatted on the ground.

Hearing the sudden gunshot, Murderous Dagger did not panic at all. Instead, he raised his eyebrows excitedly and muttered to himself.

"Good guy, finally the hard food is served."

There was such a big commotion in the port. It seemed that the defenders of Golden Gallon Port discovered something was wrong after all, and started a firefight with the players who went to cut off the traffic.

Although this reaction is too slow.

Without any hesitation, Murderous Dagger pulled the gun bolt and loaded it, and shouted at the eager teammates behind him.

"The mission panel has been updated. Team A will send the 'VIPs' to the warehouse!"

"The remaining brothers follow me!"

All the players roared with excitement.

"Ouch!"

Almost at the same time as the words fell, a cannonball slammed into the building on the street, blowing out a skylight that opened to the outside of the three-story bungalow.

Large pieces of stone and dust fell from the upstairs and rolled over and over on the brick-paved street, making a clanging sound amid the screams of people.

A group of players looked for bunkers to hide, and followed the route searched by the reconnaissance drone to reinforce the firefighting area ahead.

At the same time, the alliance's mortar positions deployed in the port area also began to fire, and launched a counterattack against the source of the fire under the guidance of drones.

The silence of the morning equinox was completely torn apart.

This counterattack spanning two thousand kilometers finally officially started at this moment...