After the Second Ring Strategy was fully launched, the ‘Padding Club’ headed by Bai Lang also received corresponding assignments.
If this "interception" is regarded as a large-scale event, it can be divided into three parts: "core leadership group, key members, and peripheral temporary workers".
The top ones in the rankings, including the 'Iron Hands', possess confidential information unknown to outsiders. They planned the attack, dictated the rhythm, formulated a strategy plan, used tactics to proactively raid, interfere, contain, and then acted secretly, and finally
Achieve mission objectives.
At the same time, this also requires the cooperation of a large number of manpower. They sign contracts with the elites among the contractors, share information for temporary cooperation, and eat meat together; and subcontract some less important trivial tasks to second-tier contractors in the same camp to earn money together.
You will never suffer a loss if you take contributions from the camp.
These tasks are passed on and divided layer by layer, and eventually fall into the hands of unmotivated temporary workers like Bailang, who are all of the type that "focuses on participation".
Even if you fail, it doesn't matter, it won't affect the success or failure of the overall task; but as long as you work hard, although you won't make much, you will definitely pass and get enough 'participation' to succeed.
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As night fell, Bailang appeared on the edge of the battlefield with four teammates.
They were a gentle man with glasses, an ordinary-looking woman, a strong man in a vest, and a wizened old man. Together with Otlander, who didn't have time to take off his white coat, they gathered together the "Paddle Five"
crowd'.
After a brief contact, the atmosphere within the five-person team, which did not trust each other, was harmonious and friendly. Everyone was extremely polite. In name, Lang was appointed as the captain, but in fact, he lacked interest. When Bai Lang fulfilled his duties as captain and asked responsibly about his abilities and specialties,
Except for the man with glasses, everyone started to shirk the conversation.
Everyone has a common tacit understanding. If you don’t work hard, you can just hang out.
Lang can feel that this group of salted fish may not be really weak chickens, but everyone has different ideas and obviously lacks interest in the main strategy. Due to the 'participation and contribution value', he has to make a decision.
Therefore, when Bailang said that he would no longer force himself and respect the privacy of the team members, please feel free to do so. The atmosphere at the scene became lively again, and everyone praised him for his good leadership and captaincy.
Lang also thinks so. Reducing constraints, giving full trust to his subordinates, allowing them to perform freely, and improving their subjective initiative can often lead to amazing results.
He didn't know what tasks the other contractors were assigned. The ones he received were all active attacks on enemy positions and causing commotion on the periphery.
The paddling group quickly took action, and just as he expected, under his wise leadership, the team burst out with unprecedented enthusiasm and took active actions. Everyone showed their skills and quickly destroyed and attacked one target after another.
Their methods were anxious and brutal, just like those frantic employees who couldn't wait to clock out at 5:50 on a Friday afternoon, but had to rush to work violently due to the piled-up workload.
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After disrupting the fourth target, Bailang sensed that the 'Fuki Maru' had arrived nearby through 'Must Die', and then calmly led his teammates towards the trap.
During the action, the only female among the teammates appeared absent-minded; and the male with "muscles + vest + backpack" looked confused, as if he was lost on the road of life; the man with glasses was really nervous and fearful, and he could not move even after a few actions.
It can be seen that his strength is the worst, and he is a real salty fish; at the end, the wizened old man also showed an anxious look, looking around from time to time, with a vigilant look on his face as if he had a premonition of danger.
When he was about to approach Fugui Maru, Bailang remained calm and took the initiative to attract attention. At the same time, he set a 'death fg': "Partners, complete two more attacks, and our basic mission this time will be completed! By then you will
What are your plans? That’s it…”
There is no such thing as "setting up a flag" in this world, so no one thought Bailang's words were unlucky. Instead, they thought he was optimistic too early. As the attacks came one after another, the enemy camp also became wary, and it became increasingly difficult to call them.
This group of salted fish is getting more and more strenuous...Boom!
Boom boom boom!
The buried explosives were detonated in advance, not for killing, but for visual effects. In the dark night, violent waves of flames rose, turning into dazzling flames, followed by shock waves that blew away the white waves. Then thick smoke billowed,
Flying sand and rocks.
"Enemy attack! We were..."
Boom boom boom!
Several artillery shells were aimed in the wrong direction and blasted out, creating craters one after another on the ground. The flying soil and stones collapsed in all directions. Immediately, the howls of wolves echoed each other. At first glance, there were more than a dozen.
"There are werewolves, this is a trap, run away!"
During the rapid shooting, Bailang shouted loudly, and then led by example and ran away first.
All his actions were just to create an opportunity to escape, to disperse everyone and go their separate ways. He was not so mad as to kill his teammates and silence them.
Therefore, whether it was explosives or shelling, they were detonated as warnings in advance and fired in the wrong direction to scare and frighten the group of salted fish. After more than a dozen werewolves appeared, everyone understood that this was no longer something that five people could handle.
In particular, Bai Lang was the first to escape, which was particularly damaging to morale, but he also set a correct example. Everyone who lacked trust immediately dispersed!
At this moment, a group of corpse-born werewolves, led by Fuguimaru, came out from the side and knocked Bailang to the ground in one fell swoop, starting the show.
When the others saw this, more than a dozen werewolves rushed at them at the same time. The scene was frightening, and they were no longer able to fight against them. So they immediately fought back and retreated, but soon discovered that the werewolves in the form of zombies were even more difficult to kill.
Since the werewolves attacked from the direction of Bailang, the other four people ran away from Bailang, and no one came to help.
The muscular man with a backpack wearing a fitness vest suddenly stood still, his face flushed as if he was holding his breath, his muscles all over his body were tense, his tendons exploded, and he made a nasal sound of "Uh-huh..."
Immediately afterwards, the ground with a diameter of three meters under him suddenly collapsed and sunk, spreading a large number of cracks, forming a circular pit. And his body was thrown high into the sky with a 'whoosh' sound.
It was as if there was an invisible oversized slingshot in the void. After being continuously stretched to the limit, it suddenly released and ejected him away.
"Ahhhhh...!"
Brother Shit's ascent to the sky was so fast that Bai Lang could feel the terrifying scene of his opponent's body resisting N times the acceleration of gravity, his face being blown away by the strong wind, and then disappearing into the sky... This is by no means a controllable skill.
That backpack of his is not a parachute, right?
After the vest instantly rose to the sky, no one else was holding back. The man with glasses summoned a group of horses, turned over and rode on them, and ran away at the lead. When the female salted fish was besieged by two werewolves, it burst into countless bubbles and disappeared.
The last wizened old man jumped up, and just before falling to the ground, he took out a 'skateboard' from the storage space and shouted: "Slide, slime surfboard!"
Then he flexibly stepped on the two-meter-long super large skateboard and slid on the dry land at high speed.
He controlled the surfboard to twist his body continuously, and the speed became faster and faster. The back of the skateboard continued to sputter out 'waves', eventually leaving sticky traces of slugs and snails crawling...
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Bailang also escaped from the werewolf's pursuit at this time, and chose a direction to escape in a panic, while the zombies divided into a large number to chase him.
At the same time, the old man's escape direction happened to collide with a random shell. It exploded six or seven meters in front of him, and a large amount of mucus was automatically secreted under the skateboard. The old man flicked his waist, and the skateboard under his feet flew into the air, and mucus formed in the air.
A curved wall of waves.
The old man has a flexible and strong body. He lowers his body, bends his knees and squats, touches the board with his fingertips, and flips along the wall of slime. With the help of the explosive air wave, he flies high, rotates 360° in the air, and slides to
After nearly ten meters, Pia landed with a squeaking sound, splashing out countless waves and speeding towards the direction of Bailang.
Brother Lang was stunned, what the hell does this mean?
The old man also saw Brother Lang blocking the road and was unable to change direction. He shouted: "It's too late, get in the car quickly!"
Bailang jumped subconsciously, feeling trapped in some kind of force field, and was followed by the old man: "Squirt, giant waves of mucus!"