[10086 Black Group]

Number 10000: Welcome Number 1314 to join!

Number 10000: Today, we continue to impersonate as Black 10086 in the public channel. Everyone is involved.

Number 10010: Keep pretending to be fans as usual and turn public opinion against 10086.

Number 63463: Boss, how much will the payment be?

Number 812342: It’s my first time doing this impersonation, can you teach me?

Number 10000: I’m not the boss; our boss is Viper from the Drug Lord team. He’s the big boss, and we are just helping out.

Number 10010: Don’t worry; if you need to learn how to impersonate, check the documents in the group. We have summaries. In simple terms, you attract hatred by acting as an overly enthusiastic fan.

Number 563462: Got it. What’s the payment for today?

Number 10000: Ten loaves of bread.

Number 1314: I heard that we’ll also pretend to be 10086 fans to seize resources. Do we have to do that?

Number 10000: Are you kidding? We don’t have that ability. Drug Lord’s own people handle such professional tasks.

Drug Lord

Waldo’s gaze gradually turns cold.

He never thought that it would be this team.

He realized that he didn’t have much grudge against Drug Lord’s team.

Even after annihilating the police station, Drug Lord still benefited from it.

He didn’t expect that he almost became a public enemy, and it was this team manipulating things behind the scenes.

Moreover, they spent so many resources, nurturing so many internet trolls.

Though it had only been a few days, it had already had a substantial impact on Waldo.

Finally, when he saw someone selling tracks to replace the armored vehicle’s, he wanted to make a purchase.

However, the seller saw the number 10086 and chose to ignore him.

With Helen’s mission completed, she didn’t linger in the Black Group and looked directly at Waldo.

Waldo, what are you going to do? Are you going to settle the score with Drug Lord?

Waldo sneered.

Of course.

Helen nodded, not opposing.

Alanna was also quite angry.

Waldo, this time, you must kill them! They have gone too far! They have been too arrogant!

Waldo immediately decided to settle the score with Viper.

Drug Lord’s Team.

Viper and his men lightly clinked their glasses, enjoying their drinks.

However, their faces were filled with excitement.

That sand sculpture, 10086, is probably still clueless and unaware that disaster is about to strike!

But the situation has exceeded even Viper’s expectations.

In just a few days, 10086’s reputation among many survivors plummeted.

Furthermore, many persecuted survivors had formed a large alliance to seek revenge on 10086.

Moreover, many people had started boycotting any dealings with 10086.

How could they not be happy?

Viper raised his index finger and made several gestures in the air to show his approval to his men.

This time, it’s all thanks to you!! Take your reward!!

It’s my honor to help the boss solve problems.

Viper laughed heartily, getting even more tipsy.

While they were enjoying their drinks, a loud noise came from outside the camp.

Then, the alarm sounded.

Beep! Beep! Beep!

What’s going on?

Viper was jolted back to half sobriety and took out his handgun, disengaging the safety.

His long-term combat experience enabled him to react quickly.

The two of them walked out of the office together.

Outside the camp, there was chaos. A group of his men aimed their weapons at the breach in the front gate.

An armored vehicle without tracks had blown open the iron gate of Drug Lord’s camp.

Then, the cannon of the armored vehicle fired again.

Take cover!

Viper shouted, but the deafening blast drowned out his voice.

Before they could react, the shells fired by the armored vehicle turned the buildings inside the camp into ruins in an instant.

Many people were killed or injured.

Drug Lord’s stronghold was effectively destroyed.

Viper crawled out of the ruins, covered in dirt.

He was lucky not to have died.

But those around him were not as fortunate; their heads were crushed by the falling concrete.

Viper was furious and trembling with anger. He took out a rocket launcher from his backpack.

This is also the Drug Lord team’s biggest trump card.

Ordinary people can’t withstand it.

Die!

Viper carried the rocket launcher and fired it at the armored vehicle.

Damn, this is a deadly weapon!

The armor-piercing shells fired from this thing can penetrate 500mm of homogeneous armor.

Waldo immediately withdrew the immobile armored vehicle and took out the shield previously used by Colossus.

He had upgraded it with S-alloy before, giving it a new lease on life.

Boom!

A bungalow was instantly blown away.

At the same time, the surviving members of Drug Lord started firing at Waldo.

Waldo was wearing his repaired combat suit, holding the massive shield level with him, and charging forward.

Ding ding ding!

Countless bullets hit the shield, creating large and small holes, adding some resistance to Waldo’s advance.

But it couldn’t stop Waldo’s steps.

In an instant, Waldo stood before Viper.

At this moment, Viper hadn’t had time to reload the rocket launcher.

So, you’re Viper, huh?

You deliberately defamed me, didn’t you?

Waldo’s gaze was icy cold.

Facing that look, Viper felt a chill rising from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, rendering him motionless.

Damn it, who is Viper after all, you or me?

Uh, let me explain.

Viper hurriedly spoke, trying to save his life.

However, Waldo didn’t want to waste any time.

Nonsense!

With a wrist flick, his critical-hit katana instantly sliced through Viper’s throat.

The rocket launcher in Viper’s hand thudded heavily to the ground, and his eyes widened even larger than copper bells.

Damn it, 10086, I didn’t even get a chance to explain!

Waldo picked up the rocket launcher from the ground and slaughtered the remaining Drug Lord remnants.

He had no sympathy for these people.

He had learned from that group chat that these Drug Lord members were the ones pretending to be his fans and were rampaging around, burning, killing, and plundering the survivors’ resources.

You were having fun playing these roles, huh?

Now, let’s make it even more fun for you!

Smack! Smack!

Gotta admit, the AK47 is pretty handy.

Within a few minutes, all the Drug Lord members were defeated.

Even those lying on the ground groaning with non-fatal injuries were inconsequential.

They were just gasping for their last breaths and wouldn’t live much longer.