The command vehicle appeared so suddenly that I couldn't and couldn't do anything too big to evade it. www.biquge.info Once the optical camouflage fails, it is not a joke to be discovered by the guard troops next to the command car.

Keep an eye on the rapidly approaching command vehicle and silently calculate the effective range of the on-board perception system. Knowing that the armor plate on the front edge of the car was less than 1 meter away from me, I rolled over and crawled on the ground, and with a boom the command car sped past me.

I tried my best to keep my body flat on the ground while also sorting out the messy camouflage uniform. As the roar faded away, there was a smaller sound of the track crashing against the ground.

I looked up straight ahead, and something transparent wanted to hit me. Based on the refraction of the edges of the object, I rolled over and moved my body flat against the ground, so that I could adjust my position when it arrived.

Pressing my body flat to the ground again, I almost buried my face in the ground. The sound of the tracks crashing against the ground flowed from both sides of the body. I could only make sure not to get caught in something under the car, and continue to arrange the optical camouflage uniform in an awkward position.

When the tracked car was also far away, I lay on the ground for a long time, unable to move, knowing that I was sure that there was no longer something invisible rushing towards me, until I approached the roadbed and rolled down the slope on one side.

I was so scared that my hands and feet were cold after two consecutive escapes from under the car, and for a long time I could hear the roar of the chariot engine overhead.

I was supposed to tell the mobile special forces command, as well as the guard troops. I didn't expect them to maneuver so fast that they almost turned into ghosts under the wheels.

The roar faded away, and the gunfire and explosions on the battlefield thinned out. I hesitated for a moment and chased down the marks of the tracks on the ground.

The centerpiece of the Martian Child Headquarters is an extensive, polygonal building with a grey façade engraved with a planetary symbol in the shape of the Eye of Mars, representing the wings of freedom and the balance of fairness on which the planetary symbol is revealed.

When I arrived, the command vehicle and the guard's infantry chariot were parked at the entrance of the building. The main entrance to the building has been breached, and the sound of firefights and grenades bursting from time to time can be heard from inside the building.

In my judgment, the reason why the commander let the command vehicle get close to this place must be because he wanted to personally enter the core area to deal with something. That is, he was most likely not in the heavily guarded command vehicle.

This is a great opportunity to break away from the well-secured command vehicle, and it will be easier to find loopholes around the commander.

I decided to find this damn special forces commander, confront him face to face about the reason for such a dehumanizing act, and ask him to order an end to this shameful betrayal.

Wartime relations, with optical camouflage, I easily shook the guards and invaded the interior of the building.

Passing by the makeshift camp of the guards, I heard the soldiers talking about the unbearable resistance of the Martian children, who were joined by women and children.

The two chatting soldiers laughed about how the child soldier begged for mercy at the last moment, but they didn't give him a chance. First hit the legs, and then smashed the shoulder blades on both sides with a gun, cutting the child into a de facto human stick.

I listened to the rage, these two guys, didn't realize that they were killing one of the people who was supposed to be protected by them? Not to mention being a child.

Reason keeps stealth, but emotionally doesn't allow it. In my cognition, these two scum cannot be considered comrades-in-arms at all. I think that as part of the mission, they will not be left alone to torture the children of Mars. In that case, it is up to me to enforce the dark justice.

Quietly approaching the back of one of them, the axe hand brushing the seams of his helmet and torso. The big head rolled down, and the blood column in the neck cavity sprayed high. The guy across from him was splattered with blood, and he froze.

I swooped past the dead man, the nanoknife slammed into the door, and twisted hard. The subject's face door cracked, his eyes protruding and nearly dropping, blood and brain fluid spurting forward.

The whole process takes less than a second. The only thing I have to be careful about is not to let blood spill on my camouflage uniform. By the time the bodies were down to the bottom, the guards were sounding sirens, and the call signs and orders were flooding the headphones, I had already entered the building.

Along the way, groups of corpses were seen lying on both sides of the passage. The internal platforms, floors, and many are broken, and all the places where there is glass are broken. You can see that the militia is putting up extremely fierce resistance here. It's a pity that the gap in technical and tactical levels is too great. The good life is wasted in meaningless battles.

I navigated the passages in all directions, avoiding the firefights and bypassing the special forces who were cleaning up the scene.

The commander I'm looking for must be deeper in the building.

After a group of soldiers on a clearance mission, they heard that the most elite troops were heading to the building's C sector.

I picked up the pace. Along the way, I saw too many civilians fall under the guns of the special forces. For each additional victim, the gap between me and the Defence Forces increases. Now I don't think I'm a member of the defense force at all, and I'm thinking about the problem of directly listing them as devils.

If it weren't for my sanity, I would have loved to kill every special forces soldier who passed by.

A warning sounded in the headset, and the troops in charge of the guard outside discovered my whereabouts, and asked all combat units to be on the lookout for the presence of an enemy equipped with optical camouflage.

The special forces, who had already entered the stage of battlefield clearance, immediately became nervous.

My journey to C became difficult.

As I passed two soldiers with their backs to me, they suddenly attacked. Luckily, I wasn't slow to react and used the momentum of the forward rush to knock out one of them. The nanoknife pierced another person's heart. The silenced rifle followed and hit the other man as well. The whole process ended in two seconds. I reviewed my actions and found that there were no mistakes. I turned to the two corpses to find the reason, only to find out that they used the Weibo radar to find my whereabouts.

Amazed at the luxury of the special forces equipment, I told myself to be more careful. There was a dense sound of footsteps behind him, which should be due to the discovery of someone killed in battle on the tactical data link. Ignoring the incompleteness of the optical camouflage shape, I sped fast to get out of the danger zone before the special forces closed in.

After a series of actions, the special forces of the Wehrmacht were already a real enemy for me. I can only lament the vagaries of the world. After entering Area C, the area has become significantly broader. Everywhere you can see overturned furniture and obstacles used as makeshift shelter.

The corpses on the ground were still bleeding, and the moans of the wounded were heard one after another. It seems that the battle has just ended. I saw a group of people thinking deeper into the area, walking.

That's the special forces commander I'm looking for.

In the headset, someone warns that the communication system is being monitored, and asks all soldiers to switch to encrypted channel communication. Immediately there was a murmur in the headphones, and there was nothing. I realized that my situation was getting tougher.

Simply throw away the headphones that have become decorations. I saw the crowd walking up the stairs to a lavishly decorated room.

"Spot the infiltrator, kill him!"

While someone shouted, the line of fire brushed against the camouflage uniform. The smell of burnt paste came, and the optical camouflage on his body disappeared in the flicker. I threw away my useless camouflage uniform and ran to the nearest column.

Just as I fell, shards of stone pillars from the pursuing nails flew sideways.

Luckily there are bunkers and fortifications all over here, otherwise I don't know what to do down there.

After simply scanning the spatial characteristics of the building, setting the course and guidelines for action, I twisted around and ran to a shelf that was used as a cover.

Behind him came the sound of a grenade landing. With each bounce and change of direction of the grenade, my heart tightened with it. When the final grenade bounced into the shelf position, I had to leave the bunker again.

The grenade exploded too closely, and the roar caused blurred vision and constant ringing in the ears. I staggered on, the nail grazing my cheek against the rubble that had been lifted next to me, and the slightly hot liquid immediately flowed close to my neck.

I had to find new cover, and in my dizziness, I struggled to distinguish the messy environment in front of me and find a relatively safe position. Behind him, there was the sound of a grenade urging for life.

I had a premonition that I was going to die here.