"Smoke bombs," Liang shouted, shouting, and glanced deeply behind him. There are also enemies ahead, but they are much smaller than in the other three directions, especially the northwest and west. Well, that's not the point. The point is that the enemy in front of you can tell at a glance that it is a rookie from the Freedom Alliance, but the other three directions are all volunteers and mercenaries.

Two smoke grenades were fired, and Liang Jiaju didn't take care of them, one in front and one in the rear. The battlefield environment is special, and it can easily make people become emotional, and it is extremely emotional. So, on the battlefield, it is not surprising that anyone would do anything extreme. Under the high pressure of life and death, a true warrior may be able to remain calm throughout, but this will definitely not prevent their blood from getting hot. Therefore, the battlefield tends to accelerate the generation of friendships; So, there is a kind of friendship called brotherhood on the battlefield.

Traitors, of course, are hateful and damned. Maybe in the eyes of Liang Jiaju, Lang Zhan still has the logo of "traitor" on his head, but this will not prevent them from trusting their backs to Lang Zhan. Among the mercenaries, there is a saying called "I owe you once". There is no such statement in the Renguo army, but there is reason to believe that if Lang Zhan is seriously injured now, Liang Jiaju and they will definitely not abandon him and run away alone.

A traitor is still a traitor, a traitor - can also be a brother.

The smoke descended again, and Lang Zhan's originally arched body fell down again. He has the help of the Scarlet Vision, and the darkness is naturally his home turf. Darkness is actually the home of the porcupine, and when he puts down a single-hole infrared sight on his forehead, the smoke is no longer an obstacle, but can provide him with cover. He put down the single-hole infrared sight, a cold air rose from the soles of his feet, and almost instinctively, he threw himself forward and fell to the ground.

Lang Zhan's left hand had already raised the pistol, but he released it again when he was about to pull the trigger. Super soldiers are really extraordinary, and their sense of crisis is far better than ordinary people. He was not surprised by the porcupine's reaction - it was because he was not good enough, so he was noticed by the other party in advance - he quickly reflected, exhaled a breath of turbidity, and then slowly inhaled a breath of not fresh air mixed with soot and gunsmoke. No hurry—he said to himself secretly, relaxing, and his left hand holding the gun was more stable.

"Porcupine, did you hurt him?" The sound of birds came to me. Lang Zhan rolled his eyes slightly, and quickly locked onto the object of the sound. The subject of the incident was the super soldier with a mechanical arm, he was outside the smoke, and there was still a certain distance from Lang Zhan, so Lang Zhan did not see him as a threat, but continued to maintain his original position. "Tick-" The sound of the minute hand beating in my head sounded, and a virtual clock image emerged, and the minute hand jumped a grid - four minutes before the missile strike.

Once, there used to be a clock in Lang Zhan's mind, which accurately recorded the time. Later, thinking that for various reasons, Lang Zhan lost it. And now, it seems to be back.

With the existence of this clock, for Lang Zhan, the passage of time has become even slower. So in fact, it was just a matter of a few seconds, but in his opinion, it seemed like an hour had passed. After a long hour, another male voice rang out, "Probably not." ”

"He's Gabriel, don't leave anything to chance!" A hoarse female voice interjected, and Lang Zhan followed the prestige, and saw a faint red shadow. "Enchantress? "Fool," he thought, suddenly regretting that he had lost his machine gun.

"Don't trespass, let the Freedom Alliance take the lead," the female voice sounded again, with a vicious idea.

The Variety Enchantress stood far away, and her understanding of the battlefield situation was clearer. Lang Zhan chose the queen of the palace, if she wanted to coordinate the overall situation, such as caring about the hard drive, what she should consider was not to let go of a fish that slipped through the net. Obviously, the Enchantress doesn't have such an awareness. In her eyes, as long as she can kill or capture Lang Zhan alive, then all the efforts are worth it. She raised her megaphone and began to dispatch the troops of the Freedom Alliance.

The words and deeds of the Variety Enchantress did not escape Lang Zhan's surveillance, and when she began to order the forces of the Freedom Alliance to surround Lang Zhan from several directions, Lang Zhan smiled instead. Tick, tick – the minute hand jumped two more notches. He slowly changed his posture, then stood up suddenly, turned around and chased after Liang Jiaju and them.

"He wants to escape—" shouted the porcupine at once, got up, shot two arrows first, and then chased after him with full horsepower.

"He can't escape," shouted the Enchantress. Her words echoed through the loudspeaker, and in the sky, a louder cry than her voice rang out, "Lie down!" Lie down and hide! ”

Hacker voices. On the strangely shaped plane of the hacker, a circular needle behind the fuselage suddenly turned rapidly, and at the same time, a red virtual warning light lit up on the flat screen in front of him.

Time seemed to be sped up at this moment, at least in the eyes of the hackers and the officers of the Liberty Alliance, who were late to the eye—the northeast sky, under the dark clouds, there were a few more red sparks at first, and over time, the sparks became fire points, and behind the fire points, more sparks appeared.

"Missiles! Missile! The knowledgeable officers of the Freedom Alliance shouted hoarsely as they looked at the fires and sparks in despair.