After tossing and turning like this several times, the ammunition of the heavy machine gun of the armored vehicle was completely exhausted, and it was powerless to fight the group of thugs in front of him. Seeing this, the gang members rushed forward with guns raised and tried to kill several soldiers behind the armored vehicle.

In desperation, the soldiers jumped onto the armored personnel carrier and fled in it.

Seeing that the forces of the parade were once again victorious, the crowd erupted in cheers, and the gang members put away their weapons, returned to the procession, and continued to march in the direction of the presidential palace.

There was a roar of propellers in the distant sky, and five military Black Hawk helicopter gunships rushed towards the procession, and the soldiers on both sides of the helicopter involuntarily strafed the crowd below, and the two Gatling multi-barrel machine guns mounted on the helicopter also roared towards the crowd, pouring bullets like raindrops onto the procession at a rate of 5,000 rounds per minute, and the dense crowd was shot and fell to the ground one after another, like a hurricane blowing through a wheat field and crushing a large field of wheat. Seeing such fierce firepower, the gang members gave up resistance and had to flee for their lives.

Most of the unarmed citizens saw this scene and immediately ran away like ants on a hot pot, and the scene was extremely chaotic.

The situation of the demonstrations has been controlled, but the military helicopter gunships have not stopped attacking, and are still chasing and killing the citizens fleeing for their lives.

The confrontation between the citizens and the government turned into an outright massacre, and even as the crowd below screamed and cried, the cold-blooded soldiers ignored the killing mission.

Tons of bullet casings piled up in the street below the helicopter, and the smoke from the gunfire covered the sky like a mist, and the earth was soaked in crimson blood, gradually converging into streams of water towards the mouth of the sewer tank.

It wasn't until there was no moving object on the ground that the gunfire on the five Black Hawk helicopters gradually subsided. On the streets, on zebra crossings, in green belts, at intersections, in cars, under pedestrian bridges, the bodies of the victims are everywhere, and a few crows fly in the distance, and the desolate cries set off this hell on earth even more tragic.

"It's outrageous!" Hugh slammed his fist into the window of the presidential suite.

"There's nothing we can do about this situation, and if we had done it then, we're in a worrying situation now." Katyusha sighed deeply.

"As long as we complete our mission, there are plenty of opportunities to clean them up." Louis patted Hugh on the shoulder.

"You see, they're doing something new." Olivia pointed through a military telescope to the place where the massacre had just taken place.

I saw a convoy composed of dozens of engineering transport trucks, excavators, and bulldozers driving from afar, stopping under the Black Hawk helicopter, and dozens of workers from the construction site jumped out of the car to start the site clean-up work.

They piled up the bodies together, pushed them to the back of the transporter by a bulldozer, and then the excavator dug them up and threw them into the trunk of the transporter, and the cleanup of the site lasted for an hour and a half. Black Hawk helicopters hovered in the air from start to finish, on the lookout for possible attacks.

"Such a bloody suppression of popular revolts will only encourage more and more people to join the repression of the ** armed forces and hasten their demise," Hugh lamented.

The team left the window, and Olivia and Luis put on their hotel overalls and prepared to start the day.

Katyusha informed the front desk that breakfast had been served, and she turned on the TV with Hugh and ate breakfast while watching the news.

The morning was quickly passed by the news and advertisements on the English-language news channels, and there was no mention of the brutal crackdown on the people by government forces in the morning.

"It's really harmonious." Hugh raised the remote control, switched the show to the sports channel, and watched the Africa Cup of Nations matches.

An hour later, there was a knock on the door, the sound was weak, knocked once or twice and then stopped, and it didn't seem very firm.

Katyusha walked over and opened the door, only to see a black boy of fifteen or sixteen years old, carrying a huge rucksack disproportionate to his height, sweating and panting, looking at the luxurious decoration of the presidential suite behind the door, let out a "wow" exclamation.

Then he put his backpack on the ground, took out a card and a pen from it, and handed them to Katyusha: "I am an armed scout, and I came here today to hope that you can join us, if you have this intention, please fill in your life, gender, age and contact information on it, and we will contact you later for training and compilation of combat skills." ”

"Join the ** arm?" Hugh stepped forward curiously.

"Here, this is a weapon for self-defense." The teenager took out a replica 9mm USP pistol from his backpack and handed it to Katyusha: "If you encounter obstruction and repression by government forces, shoot them." I, the people of Greater Serania, will never give in. ”

Katyusha took the pistol, only to see that it was engraved in English with the text of the Serrania 105 military factory, obviously this is a military standard weapon, judging from the dried blood stains on it, it should be the weapon captured from the other side after the ** armed forces defeated the military on the battlefield, and now it has fallen into the hands of the people, becoming a bargaining chip to attract them to join the ** armed forces and resist the military.

"It's a smart choice to feed the war with war." Katyusha sighed in her heart.

"It's already full of bullets, just pull the safe, load the bullets, aim at the target and pull the trigger." The boy said as he demonstrated the attack procedure: "And this, you take it well, if you don't have enough, take off the magazine and stuff it." He grabbed a handful of bullets from the bottom of his backpack and sent them to Hugh.

"Thank you, little brother, we are foreign tourists who have come here to travel, and we are going to leave in a few days, and we also feel sad to see the war in your country and the dire situation of the people, but there is really nothing we can do, nothing can help you, I hope you can understand." Hugh politely declined.

At this moment, another boy of the same height and age as him appeared from the corner of the stairs and came to the door of a guest room, carrying out the same visit, and the other party said, "Hurry up, I have finished my visit downstairs, and you are only halfway here." ”