The streamlined steel shell is like a futuristic soldier who has stepped out of a sci-fi blockbuster. The high-speed rotating triangular barrel emitted a cold glow in the moonlight.

"Hidden—!"

As he roared, Gris was the first to roll and fall to the side of the bunker.

As soon as his back pressed against the concrete wall, a storm of bullets roared.

Krem, who was closest to Jiang Chen, had no room to dodge at all, maintaining that frightened look, and was dismembered into pieces by dozens of ballistic lines. The three CIA agents who couldn't dodge also died tragically under the firepower.

The armor shone with muzzle fire, and the CIA agents, who were hiding around the factory, began to draw their rifles and return fire. However, the sporadic bullets nailed to the T-3's C-shaped plastic steel armor were as weak as scratching, leaving only a series of ping-pong crunching sounds, not even leaving a single dent in the armor shell.

This is the technology generation gap!

With the lethality of today's individual weapons, the T-3, which inherited the highest level of pre-war airborne power armor, could not pose any threat to the T-3, which had inherited the highest level of pre-war airborne power armor, without heavy anti-materiel sniper rifles or vehicle-mounted heavy machine guns. If it is a land type power armor, I am afraid that only the main gun of the M1 tank is enough.

At the moment when he threw down the EMP mine and smoke bomb just now, Jiang Chen directly traveled back to the end of the world. Long before he came here, he had moved to the arsenal in the last days. Traveling back to the end of the world, he directly put on the power armor that was parked at hand, and then returned here.

Under the cover of smoke, the CIA people naturally couldn't see his series of actions. in their eyes. The power armor seemed to appear out of nowhere, and it was nothing more than a hellish look on their faces.

Jiang Chen wearing power armor. Like the devil who came out of the abyss, he completely destroyed their mental defenses with firepower.

"I've been shot—medic!"

"Tom is down! Damn!"

"What the hell is this?!God. Stop him!"

“”

Concrete was splashed everywhere, and Gris was clinging to the wall, the sound of the machine gun so loud that he almost lost his hearing.

"Smoke bombs!"

With a loud roar, he ripped the smoke bomb from his waist and threw out of cover while moving towards his teammates' positions with his waist bent.

"Toggle Thermal!"

"Roger. ”

The nine CIA agents who were still alive changed the scopes on the slots of their assault rifles, then poked out of cover and aimed at the center of the smoke.

However, at this moment, they were all stunned.

A cloud of white mist in the scope. Nothing can be seen!

Jiang Chen, who was in the center of the smoke, grinned at the corner of his mouth, and a series of red dots instantly floated on his retina.

"Madness!"

The minigun was put away, and he pulled out the tactical rifle at his waist.

The agents who poked out of cover to return fire didn't have time to react, and a few bullets broke off the heads of the two men.

At the cost of two lives, CIA agents had to retract into cover again, poking their rifles out of cover and firing sporadically.

"Damn, the chain dropped at the critical moment. Damn, wait for Lao Tzu to go back. See if I don't put your skull in the toilet. ”

Secretly scolded Zhang Youjie, who was in charge of logistics, and Gris gritted his teeth and ripped off the thermal imaging scope.

Fear pervaded his body, and the hungry wolf's facial muscles twisted dramatically.

It's been a long time since I've experienced this feeling, this feeling of adrenaline hormone secretion.

One ripped off the walkie-talkie hanging from the tactical vest. Gris shouted at it at the top of his throat: "Group A and Group B were attacked, and the enemy's firepower was too fierce, and the operation failed. Repeat. Operation failed!"

However, there was no response from the other end of the intercom.

Gris was stunned.

Not only thermal imaging, but even walkie-talkies failed. It's like an unknown force. Destroyed all the electronic equipment.

The comrade next to him reached out for his rifle and fired back, but the sound of the shot was gradually lost to him.

Let the cement chips rip through the cheeks. He pulled out his holoscope.

The red dot is not visible on the screen, and it is also broken.

Inexplicable fear filled his body, and Gris stared at him with round eyes, the whites of his eyes bloodshot.

An asymmetric war.

Invulnerable individual armor, mysterious weapons that destroy all electronic equipment in an instant, who are they? This is absolutely impossible to be PLA! It is impossible for China to have this kind of military technology!

From Afghanistan to Iraq, Gris, a hungry wolf, has become accustomed to appreciating the fear on the faces of his enemies. Mark with laser, then watch the garbage flee under the AC-130's firepower, laugh at the turtles who don't even know what thermal imaging is, and desperately burrow into the grass in an attempt to avoid the harvest of the Grim Reaper in the air

However, he never thought that one day he would be the one who was hunted

No, it can't be described as a war anymore, it's a massacre!

At that moment, hot blood splashed his face, interrupting his momentary hesitation.

When I looked up, I saw that my comrades-in-arms, who were still shooting back a second ago, had lost their heads.

In just two minutes, only five of the 20 CIA elites drawn from Iraq died.

"Retreat! all retreat!" Gris, recognizing the situation, shouted wildly, pulling out his grenade and stuffing it into the weapon pendant, poking out of cover and shooting into the smoke.

The sound of the explosion came, and regardless of whether it was a valid hit or not, he quickly rushed to the back door of the garment factory with his head buried and fled.

The grenade exploded at the shoulder of Jiang Chen's power armor, and the fragmented shrapnel made a piercing sound on the armor shell. However, Jiang Chen only shook and was not affected.

Letting the desire to tear his heart swell, Jiang Chen took a tactical rifle and shot as he walked straight to the position of the CIA agent. His pupils contracted suddenly, and his gaze immediately locked on a red dot. The moment the man leaned out of cover, he pulled the trigger. Kill it without any suspense.

Due to the lack of encounters with armored forces and the stealthy nature of their operations, CIA agents did not carry heavy equipment such as anti-tank rocket launchers.

Just with the grenades and grenades used by the anti-infantry. Nothing can be done to the power armor at all!

"Want to escape?" grinning at the corners of his mouth, Jiang Chen looked mockingly at the four CIA agents who had begun to retreat. Lifting the frenzy, he walked unhurriedly to the door with his rifle on his shoulder

From the moment the gunshots rang off two minutes ago, the two men standing guard at the door realized that something was wrong, pulled out their rifles hidden in their down jackets, leaned against the bunker and began to stand on guard.

The communication failed, and they were completely confused about what was happening in the factory.

"Shit, boss, what's going on inside?" saw Gris running in embarrassment with his rifle in his hands. Ryan, who was standing at the door sentry, scolded, and hurriedly greeted him and asked.

"Fool, get in the car!"

Gris grabbed the idiot who was running towards him and jerked him into the van.

It was the first time he had seen such an embarrassed expression on the hungry wolf's face. Realizing the seriousness of the problem, Ryan didn't dare to talk nonsense anymore and hurriedly sat in the driver's seat.

Several other agents quickly boarded the van as well.

"Where's the communications in the car?" asked Gris gasped.

"Nice! The agent sitting in the back slammed the door of the carriage.

"FUCK!" burst into a foul mouth, and Gris glanced out the window of the car and was relieved to see that the iron bump hadn't been chased out.

Do you think that the iron pimple also has weaknesses, such as poor mobility?

The car has started. He didn't care about anything else at the moment, he just wanted to get out of the area and get this powerful information back to the CIA headquarters in Virginia.

Compared to the source code of the drone program, it is obviously the iron pimple. And the mysterious weapon that instantly paralyzed the electronic equipment of the entire squad is even more shocking! If these equipment are from the organization behind the man named Jiang Chen, then the CIA will have to reformulate its strategy against that mysterious organization.

Just as his tense nerves relaxed slightly, the driver's screams came from his ears.

"WTF!

About four disc-mounted aircraft. Flashed in front of the car window. Underneath the disc hangs the muzzle of a black hole

Cold sweat drips from the forehead. The driver stepped on the accelerator, although he knew it was too late.

A flash of fire. The muzzle of the gun under the hummingbird drone spits tongues of fire.

Before they could react, the CIA agents in the car were killed by the raging bullets

Poor mobility? It's just that Gris thinks too much.

The reason why I didn't want to come out of the factory wearing power armor was purely for reasons of secrecy. With such a large target, it is obviously not a wise move to be exposed to the outdoors. Although there is a wilderness nearby, there should be no other people around, but there is nothing wrong with being careful.

Returning to the end of the world, taking off the power armor in the arsenal, Jiang Chen traveled back to the present world again.

Scanning the outside of the factory with the radio life detection device, looking at the only red dot that lit up, Jiang Chen grinned, took out his PK2000 from the storage space, put it on his shoulder, and walked slowly towards the van with broken glass slag.

Blood oozed through the cracks in the car door and flowed all over the floor.

Red and white are mixed, and glued window seats are everywhere.

Looking at the tragic situation in the van, Jiang Chen was secretly speechless, but there was no sympathy in his heart.

Retrieving the hummingbird drone, he dragged Gris, who had been shot several times and was already dying, from the passenger seat to the concrete floor, and then took out the hemostatic spray from his pocket and sprayed it on the wound on his body.

At this time, Gris's body was covered in blood, and the ferocity and calmness of the past were gone.

Rather than a hungry wolf, the word dead dog is more appropriate.

"Can't speak?" Jiang Chen looked at him condescendingly, kicked his arm, and said with a playful smile.

"I won't, tell you where the hostages are, and you'll just wait to collect the body of your little girlfriend. Staring at Jiang Chen's eyes, the corners of Gris's mouth were covered with blood foam, and he said intermittently.

"Oh, not necessarily. He took out a voice recorder from his pocket and threw it on Gris's body.

Just as Gris watched his movements in confusion, Jiang Chen grinned and spoke.

"I asked, you answered. ”

In his hand, he held a truism elixir. (To be continued......)