Marshall's low roar made Hall's face even more ugly. The huge scar on his face was twisted fiercely, like a centipede crawling around on his face. Hall's face was so gloomy that it seemed like it could drip vicious juice, and his eyes

There was a dangerous light flashing in his eyes, and he let out a long sigh from his nose, which then turned into a heavy cold snort.

In comparison, Flamengo was more sensible. He seemed not to have heard the quarrel between the two, and his face was as calm as a frozen lake in winter. But Marshall and Hall did not dare to underestimate him, and usually remained silent.

Sound, now I have to say something. Mrs. Durham, Beldan, Utgar, Theresa, the hurricane group suffered heavy losses in this plot.

Only a few of the core team members died, which meant that the team's resources began to become imbalanced. This imbalance was beneficial to the survivors. At least it ensured that resources were tilted towards Flamenco.

How difficult it is to train a remote screener, Flamengo knows better than anyone else.

The power of the super-large screaming electromagnetic gun is indeed amazing, but its rate of fire is very slow. It can only fire twice a minute, and its hit rate is not high unless someone stands still and acts as a fixed target. This requires other members of the team to

"Feizhao" is to kill the enemy as much as possible without killing him, and then Flamenco will kill him with one shot.

This requires a lot of time and increases the risk exponentially.

Flamengo remained neutral at this time, not without his own plans. On the contrary, he hoped to establish his position in the team through the contest between Hall and Marshall. The third position was secure, but this was not what he expected.

The best outcome is that he opened his eyes, lowered his eyes and pretended to be submissive and said calmly, "We may not be afraid of the Manhattan Symphony Orchestra. To put it bluntly, those guys are just fixed targets."

Hall said indifferently, "Why? Those guys' fighting skills are amazing, and their dps output is even more terrifying. Look at the scars on my face, they still can't be healed. What a fucking ghost." Until now, he said.

He still felt a chill on his face. Of course, this was just an illusion, but the feeling of those invisible sound waves passing through his cheeks... His throat was rolling, it was like a nightmare.

Flamengo smiled and rubbed his fingers unconsciously. "Those guys haven't moved since the beginning of the battle. The dps output is amazing, even the screaming electromagnetic gun is not far behind, and the range is also extremely scary.

.If Ashe hadn't shattered the magic shield covering it before, I'm afraid you wouldn't even be able to get close." He smacked his mouth and looked at the gloomy Hall and said. "These guys are mobile turrets. All-round.

There are almost no blind spots.”

He stopped, picked up the cup and took a sip of hot chocolate, then looked at Marshall and said, "As long as the magic shield can be broken, I can roll your name!" After saying this, he showed a rare hint of ferocity, and his emotions seemed to fluctuate. This

This is not a good sign for snipers. In their profession, they must maintain a stable state of mind. Even if the person in front of them is bleeding like a river, they must hold the butt of their rifle steady, and they must not even disrupt their breathing rhythm.

Marshall stroked the short hair on Ziggs' body with his hand. His broad and warm hand made the yordle stop trembling. He said without looking back, "Leave this to me. The Wrath of Sparta should be able to do it."

.If the garrison hadn't arrived earlier, maybe we could have gained something from that battle." He said teasingly, "If someone hadn't been impulsive and wanted to reap benefits, they could have killed Ai Xi anyway. Then we wouldn't have to suffer this.

It’s a sin.”

Ziggs looked at them curiously, feeling that he did not understand what these humans were talking about. The Yodels were naturally indifferent to war and were only interested in Hex technology. The whole city was focused on one topic after another.

One by one they are invented and run. The hard-working yordles are only interested in work and are not very good at other things.

Hall suddenly stood up, his chest heaving rapidly, like an angry brown bear. The scars on his face became more distorted, and he roared, "You're right, Marshall, I disrupted your battle plan, but then

Yes, this is the best choice. We are all far away from Ashe. Spartan Fury is in a cooldown state, and Flamengo cannot shoot continuously. Tell me what we should do in these short 30 seconds.

manage?"

He moved his arms excitedly and almost pointed at Marshall's nose and cursed.

Marshall looked at Hall without saying a word. The two men were equally matched in strength. But the only thing about Marshall that Hall was stronger than was his calmness. He could control his emotions very well, and his every move carried the aura of a superior.

After all, in the real world, if a CEO is in charge of a large group with tens of thousands of people in charge, he is destined to be a failure if he cannot do this.

In fact, he deliberately started the conversation and triggered Hall's angry temper. No one can stop the temper of a Vietnam War veteran. Even though he has been in a wheelchair for decades, Hall's temper is as explosive as a barrel of dynamite. This way.

No matter what people say, while hurting themselves, they will also blow up the surrounding companions to pieces.

Sure enough, Flamengo's face changed slightly, and there was a hint of ridicule in Marshall's eyes. He said to Hall, "Flamingo's weapon determines that the skill cooldown CD time cannot be reduced. If we have the alchemy ball in our hands,

If so, maybe this situation can be improved. Unfortunately..." He spread his palms and said helplessly, "If it weren't for those guys with unknown origins, we would have succeeded long ago!"

What should we do if the conflicts in a team reach an irreconcilable state?

The best way is to transform internal conflicts into external conflicts. Marshall played this skill very cleverly. He changed the reasons for the failure of the plan and attributed them all to Wang Hu and others.

This is just like playing chess. During the game, someone suddenly reached out and overturned the chessboard. Who do you think should be blamed?

Flamengo's face changed. He didn't expect Marshall to give him the alchemy ball. If the super-large screaming electromagnetic gun could be upgraded to a dark gold-level weapon, it was unknown if it could even hit a gold-level weapon. Jean seemed to have made a certain decision.

He made a decision, but still lowered his eyelids and said, "It's better for you two to stop arguing. Let's get ready to hit the road."

As soon as these words came out, the tendency was as obvious as a fly on a bald man's head.

Hall planned to wait until the blizzard stopped before leaving, while Marshall hoped to reach Piltover before dusk tomorrow.

"You..." Hall said through gritted teeth, his two rows of teeth almost shattering his gums. He held back a breath and said bitterly, "Then let's do this!"

A proud smile flashed across Marshall's face and he said to Giggs, "Look, I said I could reach Piltover before dusk tomorrow!"

The tense atmosphere inside the Sojourner Ball gradually eased, and the internal games within the team were temporarily eliminated.

The violent wind showed no sign of stopping. Large clusters of snowflakes fell from the sky and were swept up from the ground into the air by the strong wind. The north wind howled, and the cold air surging from the Freljord Icefield swept along the north

The Iron Spine Mountains moved all the way east, and finally merged with the strong wind pouring from the Doomsday Fortress at the break of the ridge. Large waves of wind screamed towards the earth, constantly biting the creatures living on this land.

The warm hot wind makes people want to have a good sleep.

The wine was filled with the smell of tobacco, hormones and sweat. The screeners sitting in front of the stage yelled and vented their inner mania. A big man took out a handful of gold coins from his personal space and sprinkled them on the stage, his cheeks

The red wine smell was so strong that it looked like blood was dripping from it. He yelled, "Take it off, take it off for me and it will be yours!"

Wang Hu did not directly answer Fat Tom's words. Instead, he squinted his eyes as if counting something, "At least fifty or sixty gold coins, almost four hundred overclocking points. Tsk tsk..." he said, "How lavish!"

Pu Dehuan dragged a large plate of food to the booth, but no one wanted to have a piece with him. Snow coughed twice and covered his nose, and even Fat Tom looked embarrassed.

Pu Dehuan muttered something dissatisfied, took out a bottle of perfume from somewhere and sprayed it on his neck and armpits.

The pungent smell of the inferior fragrance dissipated a lot of body odor, at least making Park Dehwan smell slightly better.

"How was the conversation?" Pu Dehuan stuffed a large piece of steak into his mouth, then stared and stretched his neck, "Hoo...ho..."

Snowman slapped him hard on the back angrily, knocking off the steak that was choking Pu Dehuan's throat.

"Thank you, thank you," Pu Dehuan picked up the mead and took a big sip. Then he patted his belly comfortably and said, "It feels so good!" He looked at Wang Hu suspiciously, "Isn't it settled yet?

?”

Fat Tom said, "No, Lao Pu, your companions, don't you think they have no money?"

"Fart! Fart! It stinks! It stinks!" Pu Dehuan spat with spittle and pointed at Fat Tom's nose and said, "Are you blind? Didn't you see that I was here? You tell me that you have some amazing information.

?”

Fat Tom groaned in dissatisfaction, "We've already heard about the explosives genius Giggs, but your friends just don't believe it."

Wang Hu smiled lightly, "I didn't say I didn't believe it, but your price is too high. 30,000 overclocking points is not a small amount." He glanced at Park Dehuan teasingly, "It can equal a set of armor."

Naturally, he was referring to the incident involving Jon of the Knights of Theseus. Pu Dehuan blushed and slapped the oak table hard, "Mud, Pig, why don't you go and rob it!"

Fat Tom grabbed Pu Dehuan by the collar and said, "You know nothing! The value of the golden main line of the golden plot cannot be measured by overclocking points!"

Park De-hwan retorted unconvinced, "The fighter among hens is also a chicken!"

Sphinx's lips moved, pretending to drink, but covered her lips with a wine glass, and said to Wang Hu in her personal channel, "How many points do you have?"

Wang Hu smiled bitterly and said, "Didn't you guys borrow them all? I haven't even done a serious mission yet..."

"Oh, what should we do?" Sphinx looked at Pu Dehuan and Fat Tom who were foaming at the mouth, "This is a good opportunity."
Chapter completed!