The villagers have rediscovered the fighting power of the bandits, who were known to be fierce and evil, murderous and unblinking, and comparable in combat effectiveness to the regular army, but when they really muster up the courage to fight them in the city, they find that - but that's it.

They just pulled the trigger and opened fire, and the gang was so pressed that they couldn't raise their heads, and every villager felt surprisingly good in marksmanship today, and in just a few minutes of conflict, I don't know how many gang members were killed.

Killing people turned out to be not such a difficult thing to do!

"Da Da Da!!"

Villagers with guns marched through the streets as if they had turned into murderous gods, and the gangsters with guns and thugs from the slums were all fatally hit.

The arrogant and invincible bandits are retreating one after another, not because they lack the ability to attack the fortified stalemate, but because the invaders are unstoppable.

The muzzle of the gun spits flames, and every two or three steps is taken, a human life is lost.

Only then did they walk more than 200 meters away, and the world in front of the villagers suddenly opened up, and there were fewer and fewer people resisting with guns.

It's still important to survive, as long as you are alive, you can absorb happiness sooner or later.

"Hmph, it's just a bunch of chickens and dogs!" The old priest snorted coldly and reverently held the "Scriptures", "Blessed be the Most Almighty and loving God, my rock, thou hast taught my hands to fight, and my fingers to fight." ”

Standing in the quiet smoke of gunpowder, there is still the smell of avocado on the few villagers, all of them are Rambo warriors, and the old priest is like an iron-blooded figure who has come out of some space opera work.

Walking on earth in the place of God to sweep away unbelievers, the will to fight is terrible.

“R！ P！ G！ ”

A figure suddenly appeared on the roof of the slum, carrying a large killing weapon on his shoulder, and the head of the grenade was aimed at a few people standing in the middle of the road.

In addition to nuclear weapons, Takahashi can be said to have eaten all the weapons of mankind.

Don't think about it, if you fire an RPG grenade, several villagers and their clones will be finished.

"Writing Wheel Eye ......"

The paper clone's pupils suddenly turned red, and Magatama appeared in them.

The ability to capture the writing wheel eye is not as good as the white eye, but it is enough!

She could already see the propelling grenade slowly flying out, and she could see the tail flame behind her...... The world slowed down in Takahashi's eyes.

"Bang!"

She raised her arm, the bullet grazing in the chamber of the gun, and flew towards the grenade without a shot.

Bullets collide with rockets!

"Boom!!"

The villagers looked in horror at the sound of the explosion, and suddenly there was an explosion as they walked.

The roofs of the slum buildings were blown to pieces, and only a few pieces of clothing fell in the air.

The bandits carrying the RPG no longer know how many parts they are scattered into.

"Let's go."

The paper clone reloaded the pistol and strode forward.

Two small pistols in her hand created the effect of an entire unit.

"Yes!" The old priest filmed "Classics", and his ambition couldn't stop emerging, and the age of seventy or eighty years old was reversed to the young time of one or twenty years old, and the world was changed because of himself!

"Da Da Da!"

"Boom!"

The firepower of the bandits made Takahashi nod slightly, although the formation of troops was far worse than that of the regular army, but it was also remarkable for a criminal group to have such a scale.

On the way to the attack, there were not only RPGs, but also light and heavy machine guns installed in some firing positions, and the fire was crossed and surprised, and the arrangement was extremely organized.

If they had only used light infantry to attack, they would have suffered heavy casualties.

The members of the gang must have retired officers from the army to lay out defenses under the guidance of professionals.

But these defenses are aimed at humans!

It's so ridiculous in front of Takahashi's pitiful face, she doesn't even need the ontology to descend, just use the ability of the paper clone to write the wheel eye a little, and easily dissolve all the deadly killing opportunities.

Approaching layer by layer, quickly attacking.

The speed of the villagers' attack was staggering, and the tunnel fortifications that were expected to withstand hundreds of regular troops were astonishingly fragile, and often as soon as the news of a defensive line was breached in the villa, the second line had already been taken, and the third line was already in danger.

The speed of the report could not keep up with the pace of the assault.

"What's going on, it's been breached? So fast?! ”

Sweeping away the people sitting in front of the monitor, Porfirio himself stared at the screen.

There are many surveillance cameras around the mansion of the big drug lord, and standing in front of the screen can more intuitively feel the panic caused by the breach of the defense line.

Neither the fortifications of ordinary members nor the machine-gun line of defense could completely intercept the enemy.

Porfirio couldn't maintain his unfazed expression, when was the last time he had such a sense of crisis?

The night before the success? A war with government forces?

The annihilation of several subordinate regiments led to a major crisis, and these intruders were still wearing farm work uniforms.

In style, he is an ordinary worker, and there is no evil spirit of banditry at all.

But to say that they are farmers?

If the peasants in the countryside have such fighting power, what is the use of their bandits? I'm afraid that the Northern Expedition has already occupied the country of hope!

"Click."

A figure walked by under the camera, he paused slightly, and then raised his pistol without looking back.

The muzzle of the gun is pointed at the camera, the trigger is pulled, and the camera field of view disappears instantly.

Porfirio, who was sticking to the screen, stepped back in fright, and the shot just now seemed to have been shot into the brain, and life and death were a matter of one shot.

"It must be the government that is doing it!" The subordinates simply judged from the camera that the morale and marksmanship of this group of weirdos are high and scary, and it is okay for ordinary bandits to fight against the wind, but they never have such a comprehensive quality.

Only the elite units of the government army of Mexilica!

"Boss ......"

Porfirio wiped his sweat and forced his face to calm down, but he no longer had the confidence to win, and he could see the uneasiness on his worried brow.

There were even more waves in his heart, thinking about all kinds of gains and losses, and after a few seconds of uncertainty, he nodded firmly.

"Withdraw first."

"Retreat to other strongholds, this matter must be considered in the long run, and the shame of being attacked must be counterattacked!"

It is the army that fights to the death, and it is not shameful for drug lords to escape, but it is very useful.

As long as a series of mountain silk seedling industries under his name exist tenaciously, then he can fight back at any time, plus there are still many strongholds in other cities, as long as he finds out who is going to be ruthless to himself this time, the next time he will set off a sudden attack and completely annihilate the enemy in the storm!

"Yes."

The three helicopters parked at the mansion took off slowly, only one of them was actually sitting on Porfirio himself, and the rest were just decoys.

The color of the helicopter blends with the gray-black of the slums, and the poor people who are hiding from the war poke their heads out to look up at the helicopter that is about to fly away, no matter who escapes, who dies, and who is in power, their situation will not change in the slightest.