“no！！！！！！！！！！”

Marlow? Chaplin's always calm and resolute face finally changed, and his eyes were about to burst into a heart-rending roar at the dazzling firelight. [ads:This site has a new URL,Shorthand method:,.]

Mr. Faraday was really scared this time.

Although the food seemed fragile, the strange methods were endless, and he could no longer bear the blow. His jumps are no longer fast, his limbs are no longer powerful, his reflexes are no longer sharp, and even the injuries that have recovered a little have worsened again, the power of the CTS special grenade is definitely not to be underestimated, not to mention that his body has already been beaten into a sieve by the metal jets of hellfire, and those stubborn and ferocious shrapnel can easily inflict damage from the inside.

His eyes clearly saw the sea water in the harbor not far away, and he began to abandon the attack and flee, as long as he entered the water, he should be safe.

And this distance of less than 100 meters has become an unreachable moat.

With a low, whispered sound, several ghostly black shadows emerged from the night sky, sliding swiftly across the sky in an extremely stealthy and quiet but too fast to catch it, chasing overhead. The shadows loomed in the dim sky, indistinguishable, barely making much movement, but Mr. Faraday's hearing and eyesight far beyond the average human could still spot them.

That's right, Birdie 1, 2, and 3 do not refer to previous attack helicopters, but to the last insurance for this round-up by the Special Operations Division.

Shadow 200 is an ultra-lightweight unmanned attack aircraft led by the Pre-Research Bureau and exclusively equipped by the Special Operations Department, with a total length of 2.7 meters, a wingspan of 3.2 meters, a range of about 110 kilometers, a cruising speed of subsonic, and a special coating for noise reduction and light absorption.

The six long Gatling cannons turned silently, aiming at the rapidly moving black shadow on the ground. The familiar sound of the lawn mower sounded again, and it was even more violent, and a long tongue of fire erupted from the barrels of 36 20 mm guns, turning into a torrent of steel. Instantly flooded Mr. Faraday.

It's as if a metal storm rises on the ground, wiping out anything that stands in its way, loud, terrifying, chilling, and irresistible!

Mr. Faraday let out a howl of pain, and the Shadow 200 UAV was much more agile than a helicopter. The speed is also extremely fast, and no matter how much he goes around the containers, he can't get rid of these ghost killers who can reach a top speed of Mach 0.9, not to mention that he can't support long-term high-speed movement after being hit hard.

In less than ten seconds, more than 10,000 bullets were poured out, and even if most of them were dodged, the remaining part would be enough to make him suffer. Coupled with the helicopters guarding the beach, Mr. Faraday had no chance to break through the blockade.

At this time, not far from the other end of the dock monitoring room. There were security guards lying on the ground, as well as two commandos. These people were all lying upside down in strange positions, mutilated, distorted, and horrific in death.

"Looks like it's going to be over, it's time for us to go."

Thunder? Stein reached out and pulled out the data disk and stood up. Beside him was the blonde-haired Elliott, his eyes motionless and his body trembling slightly as he stared at the drone that was strafing and ravaging Mr. Faraday in a frenzied manner.

"The weapons of humanity are too powerful! I don't know if my scales can withstand this kind of damage! ”

Thunder? Stein gently pressed Elliott's shoulder, he already knew the right-hand man very well. Elliott, as a battle maniac, does not look like this out of fear or hatred, but purely because he is excited to see the hunter.

"There's going to be a chance to fight, Elliott. Now take control of yourself. Destroy it all, retreat immediately, and they'll soon find out that something is wrong here. ”

The latter glanced at the monitor again and nodded, carrying a whole string of seven or eight grenades in his hand, apparently from the hands of the assault teammates in Operation Derby. He pulled out the fuse and threw it behind him.

"Boom!"

Seconds later, a violent explosion rang out, adding another fire and ruin to the night's restless Los Angeles Harbor.

Thunder? After confirming that the surveillance center was completely destroyed, Stein pressed one of the controllers in his hand and turned to blend in with Elliott among the fleeing civilians.

Mr. Faraday, who was struggling to escape, was suddenly shocked, and finally collapsed less than twenty meters from the water's edge, which was usually only a few ups and downs, but could no longer walk. Because his whole person was directly swept off by the 20mm Gatling cannon, he was split into two parts, blood gushed out, and even a strong recovery force could not heal such a wound, not to mention that he had already run out of oil.

However, he was not completely dead, and the only remaining arm continued to twitch, showing an astonishingly strong vitality.

Compared with before, his eyes had begun to fade, but they were a little clear. The blocking chip originally buried in the brain has been self-destructed by lightning remote control, and the effect of inhibiting memory nerves and issuing simple instructions has been automatically eliminated, and Mr. Faraday finally regained a trace of sanity before he died.

Should he be called Calder now? Dr. French is here.

Calder's mouth closed slightly, wanting to tell his resentment and resentment, to tell the soldiers who gathered around him about his terrible and tragic experience, but he couldn't.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! ”

Marlow? Chaplin stepped forward with red eyes, raised his gun without saying a word, and shot all the bullets in his hand into his head, completely plunging the monster into eternal sleep and missing the best chance to get to the bottom of the matter.

He stood stunned, Cela? Blaise spent so much time with himself that the pretentious tough guy closed his eyes in agony, as if the long fiery red hair was still around, lingering with a warm fragrance.

Marlowe always knew that Sera liked him, but he was already used to the excitement and drifting life, and he didn't have the idea of stabilizing a relationship, but he didn't expect to let this woman die for himself because of an oversight.

"Sir, you should come and see this."

A voice woke Marlowe.

After quickly cleaning up some information that was not suitable for exposure, the logistics team was able to enter the area. The honking of fire trucks, ambulances, and police cars filled the sky, and the entire Port of Los Angeles was thrown into chaos, with shouts and cries endless. Even though there were few port workers in the middle of the night to avoid unnecessary casualties, the battle still struck fear into the surrounding living quarters of the dock workers and transport company employees. Especially when the three Hellfire missiles exploded one after another, the huge movement could only be seen in nightmares, making people think that the end of the world had come.

Half an hour later, standing in the blackened surveillance center, Marlowe? Chaplin glanced around, frowning in thought.

"At the beginning of the operation, I sent Sergeant Finn and Sergeant Matt to the monitoring center to delete the records according to the procedure, and I did not receive any reports of their encounters with the enemy along the way, but I did not have time to care about contact for a while, and I did not find out about the situation here until after the battle."

After the captain of Team B reported to him, Marlowe turned his head to look around the hall, and with his eyesight, he naturally saw that this was the effect of the concentrated explosion of the grenade, and it could not be an accident.

So, who else but the Special Operations Division would be interested in the video here, not hesitating to kill everyone, including the two elite commandos, and not hesitating to destroy the corpses?

"Let the technicians of the Pre-Research Bureau come and take all the wreckage away and see if there is still a chance to recover the data."

Marlow? Chaplin had regained his composure, a sneer on the corner of his mouth. (To be continued.) )xh118