Chapter 314.2: Operation 'Warrior'

The code name of the operation was ‘Warrior’, and the players participating in the operation were all members of the Burning Corps. They would be airdropped in batches by the air force of the goblin corps

However, Night Ten still felt there would be nothing wrong with changing their title to ‘feeders’.

In the communication channel, white noise sounded continuously.

Soon, the voice of the administrator came. "... You may commence according to the plan!"

"Roger!"

After switching the communication channel to the team-wide voice channel, Mosquito continued to shout in excitement, "Brothers of the Burning Corps, this flight has arrived at the destination, remember your mission! Remember to open the parachutes before hitting the ground!"

"Xiaoyu will pray for you all, and the administrator will remember your loyalty. I wish you all good luck!"

"Now, jump!"

Black dots were dropped behind the cockpits of gliders like poop dropped by seagulls circling the harbor.

This metaphor was obviously not appropriate, but it was enough to describe the scene.

If the parachute did not open successfully, the shape of the player would not be much better than that of Seagull's poop after falling from a height of more than 3,000 meters.

After untying the nylon buckles on his legs, waist, and shoulders, Night Ten grabbed the edge of the cockpit with both hands, feeling his legs trembling uncontrollably.

Mosquito sitting in front couldn't help but urge, "Damn it man! Are you jumping or not? I'm almost out of gas!"

Night Ten couldn't help but shout back angrily, "You're flying a fucking electric plane. It doesn't use any gas!"

"Alright, alright! Just hurry up, and stop talking nonsense! After you jump, I still have to go back and transport the next batch!"

Night Ten gulped, "I'll just ask one last question... What if the parachute doesn't open?"

Mosquito couldn't help chuckling, "It's okay, after 3 days, you can log back into the game again!"

"Fuck!"

Seeing that this guy was still dawdling, Mosquito said impatiently, "I'll give you 10 seconds. If you don't jump, I will help you."

"What the fuck! Don't you dare do it!"

"10, 9..." Mosquitoes had already started counting down.

Seeing that his teammates had all jumped, Night Ten, feeling very embarrassed about his own cowardice, gritted his teeth, climbed over the cockpit bravely, and jumped out of the plane.

The moment his body left the plane, he felt like his heart was about to stop.

But that was only for a moment.

As the reference object moved away from him, the instinctive fear gradually disappeared within him, and he started to feel like he had become a bird.

To be frank, the feeling was quite enjoyable, but his eardrums were not taking it well. It felt like they just got blown up.

Marauders had no radar and no high-altitude searchlights. Although they couldn't see the situation on the ground, people on the ground couldn't see them either.

Counting the seconds silently in his heart, Night Ten suddenly pulled the rope on his shoulders, and with a soft puff, he was pulled back by a huge force.

At the same time, his speed decreased rapidly...

The rings that controlled the direction of the parachute were on both sides of the parachute. However, Night Ten, who had only received 2 hours of theoretical training, did not know how to control it at all. He could only adjust the direction by feeling while praying nervously.

Maybe the developers heard his prayers, or probably his luck was not bad, he landed on the top of a garage next to a 3 story villa in the end. If it was a little further to the side, he would have probably been hung on the wall.

After landing hard on the ground, Night Ten staggered and almost fell off the garage roof. Gritting his teeth to stand firm, he cut the rope with his dagger, carefully avoided the rusty roof at the garage door, and slid down from the side.

"Finally, I landed safely... Damn it. Scared the crap out of me."

He almost died before doing anything!

After confirming that the surrounding area was safe, Night Ten immediately checked his equipment.

In addition to the VM strapped to his arm, he now had only a PU 9 submachine gun, two 9mm magazines, some field rations and a water bottle.

As for his sniper rifle and other equipment, they were all packed in the airdrop crate.

Just as Night Ten was about to check the locations of the airdrop crate and his teammates from the VM, a series of rustling sounds sounded from the side.

Due to the continuous buzzing in his ears, he could only hear the sound when it got close.

Night Ten's whole body trembled when he realized that it might be the enemy, and he immediately raised the muzzle of the gun, and even switched off the safety.

"Don't shoot, it's me, Old White." Old White called out in a low voice.

Hearing Old White's voice, Night Ten's beating heart finally calmed down. He leaned against the wall with a sigh of relief and said, "Fuck... You almost scared me to death."

"Relax, don't be so nervous," Old White chuckled, walked over and patted him on the shoulder, "Let's go, the airdrop crate is nearby. Let's recover the equipment and radio first, and then we'll meet up with Ample Time and the others."

After speaking, Old White took the initiative to walk in front.

Although Night Ten wanted to take a brief moment to recover first, he also knew that they had penetrated deep into the hinterland of the Bonechewer Clan at this moment, and now was not the time to rest.

The two moved along the edge of the ruins, carefully watching out for the danger in the darkness. Soon, they came to the entrance of an abandoned community.

The street ahead was quiet. Let alone a little movement, even the sound of rats grinding their teeth could not be heard.

Old White didn't go over immediately, but carefully observed the situation on the street.

Quietly moving closer to Old White and crouching next to him, Night Ten panted for breath. After finally regaining his strength, he asked in a low voice, "By the way, how did you land so fast?"

Old White casually replied. "... It's because you are too slow. I waited on the ground for a long time before seeing you come down."

Night Ten asked curiously, "Why aren't you nervous at all?"

"It would be a lie if I said that I was not nervous. After all, it was someone else who folded the parachute. But then again, it's a game after all. You won't really die if you fall to death."

Seeing that Night Ten had been picking his ears with his fingers, Old White paused and said, "If you feel that your ears are clogged, you can try pinching your nose and exhaling gently. But be careful not to make any noise."

"Let me try..."

Night Ten, who felt uncomfort in his ears, immediately tried Old White's method, pinching his nose and blowing air out.

At first, he couldn't find the trick, and after trying for a long time, it was still no use. However, once he found the trick, his ears suddenly felt like they were being unclogged.

"... Damn?! It really works." After his hearing finally returned to normal, Night Ten looked at Old White in surprise.

"You've done skydiving before?"

"Kind of... But that's not important. Just stop talking nonsense and follow me closely."

While speaking earlier, Old White had confirmed that the street was safe. He gestured towards Night Ten, took the lead in getting out of the cover, and moved quickly towards the opposite side.

Without any delay, Night Ten followed immediately.

The 2 moved quickly in the direction of the airdrop crate, but at this moment, there was sudden rapid gunfire from the street not far away.

"It's the sound of the PU 9!" Old White's heart tightened.

Cursing inwardly, he immediately led Night Ten who was following behind him, and turned into the building next to him.

In the distance, there were loud cries and immediately followed by gunshots. After a while, a green signal flare shot up into the sky.

Night Ten took a deep breath, expertly blending his consciousness with the surrounding environment, sensing the faint fluctuations.

"There are about 20 people... About 400 to 500 meters away from us!"

This was already the limit of his active perception distance.

Checking the signal on the VM map, Old White frowned. "It's Quit Smoking and his group! Most likely, they ran into a patrol team!"

The location where they landed was 8 kilometers north of 4th New District. According to the information provided by Brother Make Me, Fang Clan's night patrol team should not appear here.