National Breakout: My firearms proficiency is at full level

"Very good." Zhang Yang, who planned all this, also came over.

"Victor, send someone to put out the fire, deal with the bodies, and wipe the blood off the car. I'll fix it later."

"Are you sure this car can be repaired?" Victor asked in disbelief.

"I'll try, just do as I say."

"Yes!" Victor called a few people and quickly took action.

Just at this time, Baker also led the team back from outside.

"Boss, this is the topographic map you wanted." Baker handed the drawn topographic map to Zhang Yang, and at the same time noticed the burned vehicle in the distance.

"Okay. Baker, collect all the weapons and equipment they have."

Zhang Yang pointed to the burnt Nottel T1 next to him and assigned the next task.

"Okay!" Baker nodded and started to act with several younger brothers around him.

Although the car was destroyed, some of the guns were still usable.

"Brothers who have performed well, go to Baker to get better weapons tonight! We'll give you all chicken legs tonight!"

Zhang Yang announced the good news to his many younger brothers.

"Okay!" The younger brothers were immediately excited.

After going through so much hardship for so long, just a chicken leg can make them happy for the whole day.

And Zhang Yang's status in their hearts also rose again.

He is brave, resourceful, and has extraordinary abilities. He is also very considerate to his subordinates.

He is simply the perfect boss in their hearts!

Soon, Baker sorted out the spoils.

除去已经被烧坏的，有四件二级套，两件三级套，和3把T79、2把MP40、2把T85。

There are also a number of low-grade medicines.

"That's right, distribute the medicines to everyone and leave some in the hall." Zhang Yang made simple arrangements.

They suffered no casualties in this battle, only two of their brothers were slightly injured, so it can be said that they made a good profit.

Today's mental energy has been almost exhausted, so I guess the car repair will have to be postponed.

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Zhang Yang returned to his room, and now his residence was Butler's room.

Sitting at the table, Zhang Yang opened Butler's diary.

The cover of the diary has turned yellow and looks quite old. Inside, there are many things recorded.

Zhang Yang spent more than ten minutes reading the general information.

It mainly records the war history of this area in recent years.

The dangerous area in the center of the scroll is emphasized.

It is said that it was once the most glorious place, but was fought over by several major mountainous forces.

There was once a powerful wandering force that settled there, but because of its geographical location, it was besieged by mountainous areas from all sides.

That force was gradually destroyed in the consumption, allowing the forces in Lanluo Highlands and Luoqing Mountain Area to rise.

With the lesson learned from this incident, all forces dare not easily move in there without absolute strength.

Although it has the most representative and magnificent buildings in this mountainous area, it is also daunting due to its geographical location.

It is precisely because of this geographical environment that the current chaotic situation of division among the four factions and no one in the center has been created.

“So if we want to truly take over the middle area, we must unify the entire mountainous area.”

Zhang Yang was analyzing in the room when there was a hurried knock on the door.

"Boss, there are people outside the camp looking for us. He said they are from Yawen Snow Mountain."

Ah Lang's voice came from outside the door, and the content also made Zhang Yang perk up.

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In a land shrouded in the shadow of war, there is a "Peach Garden" that can be called a different world.

The crisscrossing streets are bustling with people like a tide.

There were wealthy businessmen dressed in gorgeous clothes, with shrewdness and cunning in their eyes, and sophistication and smoothness in their every move.

There are adventurers with weathered faces and many experienced people, wearing many strange medals and carrying countless years and stories.

There are also civilians with ordinary clothes and simple looks, their eyes sparkling with longing for the future.

There are densely packed shops on both sides of the road, with a wide variety of signs and each item of merchandise carefully displayed.

In the food store, a unique aroma permeates the air, interweaving with the noisy and bustling sounds of hawkers, weaving a unique melody for this place.

Deep inside the market, there is a mysterious underground trading market, where arms and intelligence are mostly traded.

Arms shops, intelligence shops, auction houses, casinos...

People of all kinds wander between darkness and light, and some seemingly random decisions are enough to influence the development of an entire region.

The dim light creates a mysterious atmosphere, blurry figures sway quietly, and transactions happen all the time.

"I want to bet my life with you!"

At the gambling table surrounded by a group of desperadoes, a childish boy came up and spoke righteously to the burly man.

"what?"

"Bet your life!"

The boy's words quickly caused an uproar among the nearby gamblers.

The game on this gambling table is Russian roulette, and the excitement is so great that the desperadoes around him are cheering.

"Bet! Bet! Bet!"

The booing was endless. According to the rules here, if you refuse the other party's request to gamble your life, you will have to pay a certain price.

The femme fatale who was hosting the meeting also looked with interest at the man who was being challenged.

The man who was challenged was two heads taller than the boy. His clothes exposed half of his chest. His full pectoral muscles were covered with tattoos and his shoulders had many scars. It was obvious that he was not someone to be trifled with.

"Hey, the Gambler is here."

"It looks like Roga is in trouble."

The people around were whispering, as if they had seen the boy's abilities.

"Are you the gambler who has become famous recently?" Roga smiled with interest.

"Just say bet or admit defeat." The boy seemed to hate Roga very much and wanted to use the rules here to kill him.

But Roga is a man who cares a lot about his reputation. If he refuses a child's life-gamble now, he will not be able to stay here in the future.

"No problem, but according to the rules, the person who issues the challenge must be the first."

Roga and the young man stood at the two ends of the gambling table, with a femme fatale host in the middle and many villains gathered around the table to watch the fun.

Russian Wheel is a very cruel game.

The gambling tools are revolvers and human lives.

The rules are simple: put a bullet in each of the six chambers of the revolver, rotate the chamber at random, and then close the chamber.

Participants take turns pointing the gun to their heads and pulling the trigger. Those who are shot will die, and those who get stage fright will also lose. The one who perseveres to the end is the winner.

Gamblers who are watching can bet on the lives of participants.

The beautiful host skillfully took out a revolver, inserted a bullet into it and rotated the magazine in full view of everyone.

"Young man, what's your name?"

It seems that this is not the first time I have seen a young man show off his skills.

The beautiful woman looked back with her seductive eyes painted with thick rouge, and asked with interest.

The boy wore a large dark hood, and the grey cloth behind him served as a simple cloak.

A pair of chestnut eyes looked confidently at the man in front of him, as if he was sure to win the game.

"My name is Ron Chi."