Unlucky...... Man-eating Maniac ......

Only then did the strong man think of this sensational and rumored brutal murderer in the city, and his arm stretched out weakly to grab the other party. He was obviously unable to do this, as the other party quickly pulled his arm out of his body, and the strong man, who had lost his support, fell directly to the ground. Blood gushed from under him, and he quickly merged with Xiao Jili, who was separated from his limbs.

Mr. Faraday looked at the new body at his feet, thought about it and seemed to have decided to finish the previous one first, and then crouched down again, the sound of chewing and licking again.

However, after a few seconds, he suddenly looked up again, and his hearing seemed to detect something unusual, and there were a lot of footsteps like those "food" moving in this direction, very fast, dense enough to make him a little uneasy, followed by a faintly familiar roar.

Mr. Faraday took a few seconds to confirm that the voices were getting closer, and with a little reluctance he dropped the food in his hand, and with a few sufficles of his feet, he jumped up into a slightly taller building, and because there was no shelter, he could clearly see a long line of light stop outside the docks, and he muttered a look of confusion as he spoke.

"Peng!"

A bright pillar of light cast in, enveloping Mr. Faraday in it, revealing his figure clearly. Then came the second and third ways.

Mr. Faraday's pupils contracted violently, and a menacing growl came out of his mouth. He felt wary, the things that had been flying out of his hands from the food before him were very uncomfortable, and the few things in front of him that were suspended in the air and emitted pillars of light were even more strange.

Less than a hundred meters away, in a large black command vehicle.

"The target has climbed to a high place, and he has spotted us!"

Cera? Blaise said in a deep voice, and from the footage of the helicopter camera, the strange man on the roof could be clearly seen.

Marlow? Chaplin also saw this scene, he leaned close to the screen, looked at the figure that had already been deeply embedded in his mind, and noticed that the other party's whole body was a little damp, and the torn clothes were clinging. It's as if you've just been fished out of the water.

"Action! Fire at will! The air detachment blocks the rear of the dock and prevents the target from escaping from the water! ”

"Dada-da-da!"

Six long red tongues of fire erupted from beneath the three black ghostly RAH-76 Butler helicopters, and the burst of light instantly overshadowed the searchlights, sparkling and bursting through the night sky. It's like the sound of a lawn mower in the backyard of your everyday home. But it was even more dull and palpitating, and countless red lines of fire firmly covered the roof of only a few square areas from three sides, and immediately the smoke filled the air, making a continuous collapse sound!

And Mr. Faraday, who had already felt a strong uneasiness in his heart, had already leapt down in advance, ignoring the height and falling heavily on the ground more than ten meters away. There was a loud bang, but it was covered by the debris of the collapsed and fallen building. Under the baptism of the steel storm, those inferior walls, railings, flower pots and other debris flew everywhere like raindrops, followed by smoke and lime, and it was a mess that made it difficult to see the specific situation.

At this time, there were still residents in the dock living quarters, which can be seen from the various exclamations and cries that came from the vicinity at the same time. The low, tightly packed houses acted as a natural barrier, immediately isolating Mr. Faraday from the helicopter's view, and the Gatling cannons hanging beneath the big guys' fuselages temporarily lost their target, slowly stopping their rotation and falling into cooling.

Looking at the roof above that had almost been cut off by one floor. Mr. Faraday jumped in the direction of the dock without looking back, and countless footsteps sounded behind him, and the infrared light loaded by the automatic rifle was densely strafed, only to see a dark figure disappear around the corner.

"Team A is in place!"

"Team B is in place!"

"Try not to affect civilians! Drive the target to no man's land! ”

Marlow? Chaplin looked solemn and gave a command from the headset. Even if the details of the operation would not be released for reasons of secrecy, he desperately did not want to cause too many casualties. At any time, a dangerous mission like this can be a gamble, and it can only be considered successful if it minimizes casualties. Fortunately, the other party seems to be very understanding. He almost took the initiative to move in the direction of the coastline, although most of it was for the purpose of fleeing, which also made him breathe a sigh of relief.

"Team C spotted the target, 23 meters away. Already fled to the container area! ”

For the first time, Mr. Faraday felt a strong threat!

The big guy that could emit a fiery red light made him feel difficult to fight, and he subconsciously wanted to hide back in the water where he had been hiding.

However, the encirclement of the Special Operations Service was all-round, and previously it did not dare to launch a fierce assault on the populated area. Therefore, before he entered the container area, he was illuminated head-on by the light of the tactical flashlight.

Despite the cover of night, in front of a commando equipped with helmet-mounted AN/PSQ-30 enhanced night vision goggles (ENVG). Mr. Faraday was still nowhere to be found. The laser collimator-compatible night vision system optically couples low-light images and infrared thermal images through ENVG, improving flexibility and situational awareness, so that the red light and shadow representing Mr. Faraday are always clearly displayed in the night vision goggles of each commando, without any dead ends.

His super-fast speed, bizarre jumping, climbing, and full-dimensional movement reveal himself even more, and the commandos can fire decisively without the need for a finger-based laser friend or foe recognizer, and there is no need to worry about accidental injury - because the target is often always in a state of jumping or climbing.

The 7.62mm M1A-A1 automatic rifle instantly formed a fire covering net, and the dense bullets emitted a sharp whistling sound, tearing the air and chasing the frantically fleeing figure. These well-trained elite commandos obviously have a much higher hit rate than the previous officers, and even with Mr. Faraday's ghostly speed, they can't completely dodge after all, and they keep grunting in annoyance, which is obviously not comfortable.

But to the surprise of the commandos, the target did not choose to flee back, but continued to move forward, a flying eerily clinging to the wall of the container, completely ignoring gravity and constantly climbing in height, drawing a large arc, flying high above their heads, jumping out of the encirclement.

"Team D encounter, fire!"

"The target has rushed through the encirclement, it seems to be unaffected by gravity, and can crawl and jump on the surface of the concentration box! Repeat, the target moves very fast! ”

Mr. Faraday had been shot in many places, in his arms, legs, and even torso, and although he did not feel pain, he still felt the impact that was not weak, and the hindrance and stagnation caused by the bullet's stubborn stay in his body. Fortunately, he was extremely fast, and in a few take-offs and landings, he jumped over the corner of the container and entered the side corridor, successfully bypassing the line of sight of Team D.

At this time, he was clinging to the surface of the container in an extremely strange posture, his face and chest wall outside, but his limbs were bent in reverse at an angle that violated the laws of human bones, sticking to the box. Where the palms of his hands and feet came into contact with the steel, countless tiny, dense discs continued to grow and contract, holding him firmly in the air. At the same time, the strong muscles squirmed rapidly, and the bullets that stayed in the body were quickly squeezed out of the surface of the body and fell downward.

However, Mr. Faraday's situation was not much better, for he was immediately wounded again, and more than double-digit bullets suddenly pierced the wall of the container behind him, and then violently broke through the strong muscles, burrowed into his body, and brought out a little blood that made him roar in his throat again.

Those hard warheads, which were enough to tear through the steel, continued to hit the box, making a crackling sound, as fast as a burst, as terrible as a rush.

Mr. Faraday would not have understood that the officers he had encountered for the first time were weak in firepower, armed with ordinary semi-automatic pistols, and had very limited damage to him. The commandos of the Special Operations Division are all equipped with the latest 7.62mm automatic rifles, which are fast, powerful and have amazing momentum. It's not one of those props in TV or movies that only have light and shadow effects, and it only needs some simple protection to defend against.

Throughout the long years of war and killing, humans have continued to improve these terrible machines, giving them a brutal yet astonishing alternative artistic beauty. At a distance of several tens of meters, the commando's weapons were powerful enough to ensure that while shooting through these thin covers, they would penetrate his muscles far beyond ordinary people, causing him sufficient damage.

Even if the angle of view is lost, it will not affect aiming, and the commandos are all equipped with laser rangefinders, built-in AN/PEQ-2A laser pointers and digital magnetic compasses, which can accurately calculate and display target information, and use the GPS locator through the overhead helicopter to receive real-time data from the AWIS military command and control/information system to capture and display the precise location of the target. The motion sensor of the overhead radar helmet can lock onto a moving target within any detection range.

These laser rangefinders and radar helmets can cover a range of 35 meters, and it is clear that Mr. Faraday is not out of this distance, and is still suffering a resolute and merciless blow. This unexpected trauma spurred Mr. Faraday again, and after a few quick shifts of position, he found that he was still under constant attack. And the assault team that came from both sides reopened the bag and kept approaching. This made him finally go berserk, no longer dodging, but turned around, jumping forward with bullets between the containers on both sides, jumping left and right alternately, like a ghost ferociously rushing into the commandos of Team D. (To be continued.) )xh118