Apocalypse: I watch a survival game in a safe house

He had to wait until after the Chuan Zhao Dharma Assembly to find out whether the underground treasure of the Demonic Kingdom really existed before he could decide how to proceed.

"Who are those people? How dare they attack an Ipsilon-level warrior?"

Fatty Xu said with an exaggerated expression.

Zhang Yi thought about it and carefully considered the major forces in the Southwest region.

He said slowly, "If what Pajigesang said is true, these people must be the rebels from the Southwest Region."

The rebels are a chaotic force.

They do not belong to any of the four major families, but are gangs that rose from the chaos.

According to Pajigesang, they are the biggest destabilizing factor in the Southwest region, and they often attack the territories of the four major families and rob supplies and people.

"They probably didn't expect to hit a wall this time."

Zhang Yi said lightly.

Liang Yue said, "I understand. No wonder we met the Burial Master here. He deliberately appeared in such a conspicuous area just to lure in the rebels."

At this point she smiled faintly: "I didn't expect him to be so smart."

"Smart?"

Zhang Yi rolled his eyes. "Maybe it's a little clever, but I don't think it's a big deal."

"Huh? Why?"

Several people looked at Zhang Yi in confusion.

This time, the people sent by the other side were all very strong.

Those people in white are all extraordinary people, and the woman leading them is even more powerful, with a strength of at least 9600 points.

She must be an important cadre in the resistance army.

Isn't it a great achievement to capture her?

Zhang Yi said, "A son of a wealthy family shouldn't sit in the hall. What is the status of the funeral master in the Southwest Region? He is the one who unites politics and religion."

"As a result, it was necessary to personally set a trap and capture such a person. This only proves that the Southwest Region is now unable to even deal with the resistance."

As soon as these words were spoken, a thoughtful look appeared on the faces of several people.

Yang Xinxin's words rang out on the communication channel.

"This is a good thing. It shows that the internal strife in the Southwest Region is very serious, and even the rebel forces within the region are exhausted from dealing with it."

"For us, the more chaos here, the better. If they are truly united, we will have fewer opportunities to profit."

Everyone felt that what Yang Xinxin said was right.

At this moment, a snowstorm suddenly started not far away.

A convoy was coming towards this direction from a distance, and it seemed that it was coming down from the plateau.

Zhang Yi looked over there and saw that the people over there were also using equipment to observe this side.

However, Zhang Yi's right hand had already begun tapping lightly on the steering wheel.

Whenever those people show any signs of wanting to take action.

It would only take 0.01 seconds for Zhang Yi to make them completely disappear from the snowfield.

Fortunately, the people in the convoy seemed to be in a hurry and passed by Zhang Yi and his team not far away.

But when passing by, he still deliberately got closer, and the engine made a loud roar, as if it was some kind of warning.

Zhang Yi smiled faintly, "These people are probably the ambushes."

The undertaker caught those people but didn't kill them, so he naturally needed his subordinates to help deal with them.

These people went there in a hurry and openly, so they could only be the undertaker's men.

After the cars passed by, several burly men in the cars glanced at the rearview mirror with stern expressions.

A bald man said, "That car is suspicious. There's no family logo on it. It might be a rebel car!"

The man in the passenger seat gave him a cold glance: "Are you crazy? Didn't you see where they came from?"

The people in the car immediately thought that they came from the area where the funeral master was.

The bald man scratched his head and said with an awkward smile, "That's true. If they were really rebels, how could they possibly escape from under the nose of the Master of the Funeral!"

Sitting in the passenger seat was their leader, Donba.

Dunba said in a deep voice: "However, if they are not rebels, they are probably people invited by several other families."

Then disdainful laughter came from the car.

"Hehehe, the Chuan Zhao Dharma Assembly is approaching, and they are also getting ready to make a move. I have seen several groups of outsiders recently."

"This kind of boring behavior is really in line with their usual style. It's just a last-ditch effort!"

In the back seat, a man wearing traditional clothes and holding a submachine gun proudly puffed out his chest.

"The Burial Master is from our Yashelangtai family! With him here, it would be in vain for anyone to come here."

The sound of communication rang in Dunba's ears.

After he answered the phone, he heard sounds coming from several other cars.

"What did those guys say? Should we go over and deal with them?"

"Are you crazy? The Undertaker has captured many rebels, including a cadre. We must deal with the Undertaker first!"

"The person in that car just now..."

"Just tell Lauren and let him handle it."

The people in the car didn't take Zhang Yi and the others seriously. They passed by them and sped towards the foot of the plateau.

On the other side, an elite team was patrolling at the entrance to the snowy plateau. Captain Loren was leaning on a snowmobile smoking, his skinny, dark face showing the blush unique to the plateau.

He was not tall, only about 1.7 meters, and was as thin as a hungry wolf.

But his eyes were as sharp as a wolf's, always observing everything going on around him.