In Los Angeles, the flames burned, lighting up a large area of the night sky, and in the distance, black shadows fell vertically from the hatch below the airship cabin.

At the same time as the loud roar sounded, chaos spread in the city, and the disheveled citizens rushed into the streets, merging into the panicked crowds, crowding each other in the direction pointed by the soldiers of the Mi Army who maintained order, and there were also crowded and fallen figures, trampled by countless panicked footsteps, and let out miserable screams.

I don't know when the homeless man died in this chaos, his body alone against the wall, one leg twisted and deformed below the knee, and the blood that flowed out flickered in the sky from time to time, and the explosive flames shimmered with the luster of liquid.

On another street, not far away, there was a similar picture, and more, the shouts of people were mixed with countless gunshots, firing in a certain direction, and several infantry tracked combat vehicles, 25 mm 1,500 machine guns, like a meteor shower under the night sky, frantically dumped ammunition into the darkness between a nearby building.

"I see it, I need more reinforcements-"

"Shet!This is a monster from the movie, how can it appear in reality!!"

Before entering the battlefield, when I heard about the fighting enemy, my head was a little confused, and I even felt a little funny, these are just things imagined by the screenwriter in the movie, but when I received the enemy, I saw the huge size in the city, or the terrifying attack on Pearl Harbor in World War II, and it was difficult to smile on my face.

"Roar—"

The roar of the giant beast resounded through the darkness for a moment, and the giant tail swept across a building, bringing up countless ruins of the building, and smashed it down. For the countless firearms that poured in, it was like tickling, and it had no effect on it at all.

At the same moment, the roar of the Raptor fighter was heard in the sky, and the pilots watching the radar showed confusion on their faces, and there was no red mark of the enemy in the dense stars on it.

In the cowering collection screen, there is only the scene of his own family constantly firing into the air, just when he frowned, and said: "..... no enemy found", the voice of a companion in a nearby plane came from the communicator: "James, watch your upper right-"

The moment the pilot looked up, the huge airship passed through the clouds and crashed into him, and in a hurry, he turned and accelerated, making a tumbling motion before he could dodge.

Whizzing over the city buildings, the pilot named James deflected his course back to the intended attack formation, looking at the giant airship with the naked eye.

"Prepare for the echelon attack, I am the first team. ”

Just when he and several companions who flew out of the formation made the first echelon of attacks, staring at the airship that was descending the clouds in front of them, they flicked open the weapon cover on their handshakes, and the moment they pressed it, in the unclear vision, the originally huge and hideous airship gradually disappeared from sight.

"What's going on?"

This word of surprise rang out in the rest of the city for the same moment, and the enemies who had been fighting were scattered almost simultaneously in the dark night, as if blown away by a gust of wind.

Marshall, who was hiding in the makeshift bunker headquarters, was marking every enemy that appeared on the map, and the sight of a toy monster on it made him feel that ridiculous sense of horror.

The roar of gunfire and shells outside faded away.

"What's going on?"

He put down the ruler of the map and walked out of the tent with a cigarette that would make him feel calm, and the guards who came over spoke in a somewhat uncertain tone.

"Report to the general, the fighting in the whole city stopped almost at the same time, as if ..... enemy had all disappeared. ”

"On the battlefield, there is never a lost enemy, only a cunning fox who knows how to hide!" Marshall looked at the night sky in front of him for a while, and in his tired eyes, it was indeed difficult to see the previous fire.

However, a moment later, reports from all directions flew like snowflakes and gathered in the hands of intelligence collectors, as an old man who had experienced the war in the Middle East, he did not seem to believe it easily, and immediately drove to the front of several battlefields in a jeep.

Seeing the lost Marines, confused or crouching or crouching under cover, the darkness ahead was as quiet as before, becoming peaceful and without a trace of danger.

When a scout came back from the front, shaking his head to indicate that there was no enemy, Marshall took off his military hat and pinched it in his hand.

Under the gray hair, the expression on his face is too complex to speak.

"Who the hell are we fighting against, and where is the enemy?!"

Meanwhile, he, or a handful of people temporarily forgotten by the city, have headed south along the West Coast, less than an hour's drive from San Diego, the nearest Mexican city.

The connection is a commuter bureau agent who lives here, about forty years old, who has already settled here, so naturally he didn't dare to blatantly help the Magnetic King and Zhou Jin who made a big fuss in Los Angeles, so they contacted the local snakeheads, stuffed some money, and helped find a cargo ship that was going to Xiangjiang.

The lights of the night sky on the freighter shone on the rainy line, and the two buses and the three off-road vehicles following behind were lit up, crushing the stagnant water on the ground, and slowly stopped near the wharf, not far away, there were also several cars and five pickup trucks parked on the side of the freighter in the rain curtain on the other side.

"Are they the ones you're going to smuggle?"

Inside the car, in the lowered window, there was a Mexican man with thin cheeks and a small beard on his chin, behind the brown lenses, with a smile in his eyes, and said to a Chinese man next to him: "However, the number of people you said seems to be a little different from what you said before." ”

"I'll take a look. The Chinese man next to him was an agent of the Commuter Bureau.

The Mexican snake tilted his head to watch the Chinese man next to him get out of the car, stretched out his hand and hooked his finger out of the window, and one of his subordinates approached with an umbrella and lowered his head, and listened to what he said in his ear, and the smile on his face became stronger.

At the same time, the commuter agent who ran to the bus in the rain was greeted by a round figure who got out of the car.

"Our people are basically here, but there is only one missing, or let the people you arrange wait a little longer. ”

"It's not about the money!" the Commuter Bureau agent turned around and lowered his voice as he walked past the fat man and walked onto the bus to see that it was full of drowsy foreigners with different injuries.

"Didn't ..... say that there would be only a dozen or so people? These two cars combined, including the previous number of people, are hundreds of people. ”

"Hey..... isn't there just a little more person? The fat man hurriedly took out the cigarette he bought in Los Angeles and hurriedly dispersed one for him, "You see that fifteen people are on a boat, right, anyway, the boat is so big, there are more than 100 more, and it can be stuffed, you go and tell the people over there, we are not short of money." ”

"It's a question of money or not. The Commuter Bureau agent was not in the mood to light a cigarette, so he pulled the fat man to the side and looked at the Mexican gang over there: "No....it's also a matter of money, don't show too much money here, you will be targeted, there are too many people this time, you must know that the gangs here are basically stained with drugs, I'm afraid that these people will have bad intentions." ”

As he spoke, someone set up a machine gun on the five pickup trucks over there, and then more than 20 people came over with guns and surrounded the bus, one of them walked up to the bus, looked at the redstone infected inside, returned to the car door, and whistled at the boss over there.

More gang members are coming this way.

"What are they going to do?!" Magneto's voice sounded in the rain curtain, he brought Zhou Jin over, and the electric python also got down from the second bus, his expression became serious.

"Don't do it!"

The agent of the Commuter Bureau who was talking to the fat man knew who the person who came over was, and hurriedly waved his hand: "Lao Li, you can't do it, these local gangs are all in the same spirit, if you kill them, you will rest and take a boat to smuggle back." ”

Then, he watched as the Mexicans got into the car as if they were counting the number of people, and as if they were picking livestock, they moved the heads of the extremely weak redstone infected people in the seats, and when they met a beautiful woman, they reached out and touched them twice.

In a moment, amid the woman's screams, these Mexicans moving on the bus dragged down more than thirty people, all of whom were infected with redstone rescued from the Anchorton Corporation's laboratory.

A gang member came over and whispered something in the ear of the Commuter Bureau agent, and the muzzle of the gun raised his finger to the car in which the boss was riding.

The agent was silent for a long time, then turned his head to look at Magneto, his voice a little low.

"They said, 'Pick some people and give them .....' And these people are easy to blend into the rice country, which is of great help to them, so the people selected for them, they are willing to help us get on the ship and return to China. ”

The thirty or so people who pushed off the bus were weakly drenched in the rain, looking at the ill-intentioned Mexican gang members around them, their bodies huddled together, and their eyes pleading at Magneto.

Zhou Jin squeezed the handle of the gun, anyway, the boss hasn't arrived yet, so it's okay to delay the time, and the other party's attitude made her extremely unhappy.

Raising his hand, the silver pistol slammed into the head of the Mexican who spoke, and tilted his head: "What if we don't want to?"

All around, various types of guns were raised in the hands of the Mexicans.

For a while, the atmosphere was tense.

。 m.