In central Bavaria, in a small town on the banks of the Isar River. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

This town, where there are no foreigners all year round, is now a rare gathering of people from Europe and all over the world. They come from different countries and even have very different skin colors. But now they are wearing uniform T-shirts, holding signs with the same central idea, and shouting slogans in different languages in front of a research institute.

"Open the Institute!"

"Stop the inhumane experiments now!"

"Release all the experimenters!

“……”

In order to maintain order, the Bavarian state government had to send police from Munich to support the local police, who pulled up yellow seals in front of the institute to warn angry demonstrators that there was private territory ahead.

However, the demonstrators did not buy it, and the institute's uncooperative attitude made them feel more and more that there was a ghost in it, and the police's partiality made them smell shady. They simply pitched tents on the road outside the institute and live-streamed their protests on their mobile phones.

More and more humanist fighters from Germany, Europe, and the whole world are coming here to join their protests.

As the protests intensified, the director of the institute, who had been relatively calm, could not sit still.

In order to appease the anger of the people, he risked his life to stand behind the wall, raised his horn and began to shout to the crowd in sweat.

“…… All our research is within the framework of the law, and any rumors about research institutes conducting human experiments and brainwashing techniques are stupid and ridiculous...... Fack!"

However, before he could finish speaking, a fist-sized brick flew through the crowd. A young man in a baseball cap gave him a domineering middle finger as he bent over to dodge. Within two seconds, the young man was detained by a crowd of police officers, handcuffed and pressed in the direction of the police car.

As the young man was detained, the police clashed with the crowd, pushing and arguing to make the scene extremely chaotic. In the midst of the chaos, peaceful demonstrations began to turn violent, with garbage and bricks pouring over the courtyard walls and in police and police cars.

The cat ducked over to dodge the smashing bricks, and the director of the institute withdrew to the rear under the escort of the blast shield.

"Fake, are these people crazy?"

As soon as he returned to the institute, the director of the institute named Carol scolded fiercely and threw the horn in his hand aside.

He had cursed that Steven countless times in his heart, because of the betrayal of that nobody, and now the entire 7th Research Institute has fallen into the whirlpool of public opinion.

"You should be glad that it was the bricks that flew in, I just found the flask in the crowd, although the guy hesitated and didn't light it. I came across this kind of thing when I was serving in Iraq, and it just a little bit of glue can burn your whole body to char. Putting the blast shield aside, the mercenary quipped.

Carol glanced at the mercenary, snorted, and straightened his messy collar.

"Watch your position, and if you let that mob rush in, you know what the hell will happen. ”

"They can't rush in," the mercenary shrugged and patted the pistol on his waist, "and we'll shoot when they step through that door." ”

As Carroll walked toward the institute, several vans pulled up in front of a closed restaurant two blocks away. A dozen men in thick coats out of place with the seasons stepped out of the van, carrying guitars or suitcases, and walked briskly into the restaurant and closed the door.

Almost at the same time, a kilometre away on a hillside, a canvas bag was dropped on an overgrown muddy floor. A young woman took off her sunglasses from the bridge of her nose and expertly removed the parts from her bag.

Within a minute, a ghost sniper rifle that exuded a chill appeared in her hand.

Lying on the ground, she opened the bracket and adjusted the tight position of the sniper scope, and she reached out and tapped lightly on the earlobe.

"The ghost is in place and ready to start. ”

A kilometre away in the restaurant, more than a dozen rebel soldiers have already put on black hoods.

The leader of the rebels snapped his magazine, pulled the bolt of his rifle in his hand, and his pupils burned with flames.

"Now, let's start. ”

……

At the moment when the police, under the pressure of the demonstrators, pushed the young man in front of the police car, the young man suddenly lowered his head and fell to the ground. Before the riot police could react to what was going on, they were about to reach out and pull him when a dense burst of gunfire came from the crowd and rained down on them.

The crowd screamed and fled in all directions, and the already chaotic scene completely collapsed.

Shot several times in his body, the police uniform was soaked with blood, and the sergeant who led the team leaned next to the car and pointed his pistol at the crowd, but because he couldn't target the militants, he finally swallowed bloody spit, pulled the trigger several times in the sky, and cursed angrily at the same time.

"These damn brutes......"

The mercenaries within the walls immediately rushed to the nearest bunker and took the automatic weapons thrown from their comrades behind them. There were mechanical exoskeletons in the institute, but no one wanted to wear that bulky gadget on duty, and now they had to rely on the bunkers and these gun-wielding mobs to stall for support from their comrades in the reacting rear.

It shouldn't be hard if it's just a bunch of ordinary mobs out there.

An automatic rifle is no different from a burning stick in their hands...... The mercenary who took the lead thought as he leaned back to cover his back after gesturing to his comrades behind him to prepare for an attack. However, in the end, he didn't have time to say this easing sentence to those comrades behind him-

- Whoosh!

Without warning, a bullet ripped open his skull. In the eyes of everyone, this NATO veteran who walked down from the battlefield in Iraq had his brain mixed with blood and sprinkled on the concrete floor behind him.

"Sniper!"

The vice-captain immediately took over the command, stuck his head to the base of the wall, and yelled at his team.

"Find cover! bury your head - Fack!"

Another bullet, and the shooter who was crawling on the roof of the building fell along with the sniper rifle in his hand, and now they were completely pinned down behind the cover by the sniper rifle.

The exchange of fire between the rebels and the police, who were armed with nothing more than pistols and blast shields and tear gas, did not expect this to happen, and they were sent here from Munich as just ordinary peacekeeping.

"Smoke bombs!"

The mercenary lying behind the bunker threw out the smoke bomb in his hand, and the smoke quickly obscured the battlefield at the door.

Prostrate on a hill a kilometer away, the corner of the Eastern European beauty's mouth hooked up a sneer, reached out and gently pressed it on the sniper scope, and the red dot marking the source of life appeared on the sniper scope. Budgeting for the advance, she pulled the trigger on the moving target.

(Today's birthday o(n_n)o, set the bowl!ask for tickets!ask for blessings!) (To be continued.) )