"Let me in, let me in!"

"Damn, I'm an American citizen, you don't have the right to do this to us!"

"I will sue you, and I will definitely sue you in court. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"I'm a government official, and you have no right to stop me."

Such voices continued to erupt in the crowd, some crying and pleading, some threatening, and some relying on power to persecute. These tactics may be useful in ordinary times, but now, here, they will only try to cause disaster.

Especially for Raymond's deputy. He was already tormented by all kinds of psychological pressure, and after hearing these voices, he immediately grabbed the guy next to him and shouted at him.

"Shut up these guys, shut me up. I don't want to hear this nonsense. Let them get me back into the city, or I'll kill you." You know! ”

Where had the guy who was pulled by him seen such a formation, and hurriedly waved his hand indiscriminately and said, "Sir, sir." We can open fire and we can disperse them right away. ”

"Then fire at me, no matter how many people you shoot. As long as you can expel them, you can fire whatever you want. The deputy's gloomy face was hideous, and his heart was completely distorted.

"Yes, sir." The soldier, frightened by his hideous appearance, hurriedly responded, and then began to convey his orders.

Soon, the soldiers on the wall received a frantic order. They silently turned on the insurance, just waiting for the last order.

"Give you one last chance, turn back. Otherwise, I will order you to be shot at once. The hoarse voice of the deputy reached everyone's ears through the radio. The grim tone of the voice caused a louder wave of voices among the survivors to erupt again.

Everyone thought he was crazy, even himself. So he gritted his teeth and ordered viciously.

"Fire, fire. Kill everyone who approaches the line. It's better to die at our hands than under a nuclear bomb. Didn't you hear, fire at once. ”

However, no matter how much he shouted, the herald beside him did not respond to him. It was as if he hadn't heard him at all.

Or rather, it's not like you don't hear it, but you can't hear it anymore.

When Raymond's lieutenant turned his head angrily to see what the hell the hell the guy next to him was doing, all he saw was a guy with an arrow through his head.

He was about to shout, but the wind was already ringing in his ears. A sharp arrow had pierced his throat long before the wind reached his ears. Blood choked into his trachea and esophagus, muffling all his voices. It took away his consciousness even more. He desperately reached out to grab something, but he couldn't grasp anything. As soon as it was dark, this newly baked madman left this world completely.

And in the shadows in the distance, a very ordinary-looking guy with only very sharp eyes quietly put down the recurve bow in his hand and pressed the headset in his ear.

"The action begins, clear all targets!"

As soon as he finished speaking, one well-armed soldier after another emerged from the shadows of the wall. The soldiers either cut their throats, shot them, or pushed people directly under the walls. In just a few seconds, the Ambrera soldiers on the wall were all cleared.

And the helicopter gunships hovering in the sky suffered the same fate. All sorts of attacks came out of nowhere and pierced the cockpit of the planes, causing them to fall from the sky one after another like big fireballs.

In almost a few breaths, Ambrera's forces were cleaned up. With the exception of a few individual civilians, all the guys with guns were quietly removed.

Not to mention the survivors below, even Ambrera didn't think of it. And just when everyone was still in the clouds, a group of extremely strange-looking planes appeared in mid-air.

It was as if the planes had appeared out of nowhere, without the slightest sound or warning. When one looks up, they are already hovering in mid-air. The camouflage armor shimmered with subtle arcs of light and mosaic-like light, making everyone feel like they were seeing a ghost.

"What kind of plane is this?" This is what ordinary people think.

And those elite cops and U.B.C.S. thought.

"Optical camouflage technology? Special forces? ”

And soon someone will respond to their thoughts. Coulson, whose hairline was severely retracted, stood on the open door of the plane and said to everyone with a huge microphone.

"Guys, this is the Delta Special Forces and the CIA Joint Relief Force. You're safe, stay where you are, and we'll be setting up a rescue and medical camp soon. Medical supplies and food will be distributed. We'll check your body and make sure you're safe before you leave. We hope that you will cooperate with our actions. Again, we formed the ......"

After being rescued, the survivors of the ups and downs accepted Coulson's arrangement very honestly. Under Coulson's arrangement, the members of S.H.I.E.L.D., in the name of other units, began to set up camp with great efficiency.

Doctors, food, security guards, and a large number of medical equipment were all airlifted. With the support of these supplies, it didn't take long for a huge survivors' camp to emerge under the walls. Everything is in order, so that many people can see the hope of survival.

But Coulson knew that this was just the beginning of everything, and that the real test was coming.

In the distance, hordes of howls could be heard, the sounds of zombies chasing after the survivors. There are thousands of them, like the waves of the sea. And it is a huge wave from the Yellow Spring, once it is contaminated, it is the end of death without a place to be buried.

Coulson, who had received accurate information, naturally did not dare to let the surging tide of corpses approach this newly established camp, and once the defense line was breached, almost no one could escape. So he immediately commanded.

"Barton, bring the planes and the combat troops, and stop this group of monsters from coming. You are allowed to use all your heavy weapons, but no monster must be allowed to break through your defenses! ”

"Leave it to me!" The sharp-eyed man nodded, beckoned people and got on the plane, flying in the direction of the corpse tide. They are well prepared to deal with Ambrera. Whether it's a wave of corpses or some other monster, they can solve it. Advanced weaponry and ample logistics are the forces they are proud of.

As the most powerful espionage organization in the world, they have an innate advantage in dealing with such things. So Coulson wasn't worried about Barton at all, he was worried about other issues.

His eyes were fixed on the orderly camp, but his feet were moving restlessly back and forth. When a man with a heavy responsibility appeared in front of him, he immediately asked eagerly.

"How's that, can it be solved?"

"Sir, look." The man with the tablet placed the item in front of Coulson, and through this screen, Coulson could clearly see a group of people sleeping in a huge freezer-like thing. A faint cold mist lingered around them. The medical equipment next to them showed that they were in a low-cost slumber.

"So far, we have controlled more than 300 infected people. The virus on their body is not active in ultra-low temperatures, so there is no danger of transformation for the time being. The subordinate explained, bringing up another cell diagram.

"This is the situation in the body of the infected, the virus has slowed down the erosion of cells and other tissues due to the effects of low temperatures, but the erosion has not stopped, but it is still ongoing. It's just that it's getting longer. So, for now everything is temporary. We can only alleviate it, not cure it, and we need more detailed information about the virus. ”

"How long can you fight me?" Anyone wants more detailed information, but Coulson really can't get that kind of thing right now. Natasha still hasn't heard anything. He had to prepare for the worst.

|“ Not much, sir. With our current technology, we can only last 24 hours at most. After twenty-four hours, the infected person will be completely transformed. Mind you better be prepared! ”

Needless to say, S.H.I.E.L.D. is an espionage organization after all, and there are few such organizations that have not killed anyone. For now, the last resort must be to eliminate this group of infected people. There's no way S.H.I.E.L.D. can let these things into human society. If they do, their current efforts will be in vain.

"Delay me as long as you can." Coulson didn't make his attitude clear, he just repeated it over and over again. "I'll get the stuff back. Until then, you have to make sure these people are alive, you know! ”

"I'll do my best, sir!"

"I want you to do your best, it's an order!" Coulson raised his voice.

"Yes, sir!" The subordinates saluted and hurried back to their positions. Coulson told him to do his best to save these people, so naturally he had to do his best. Racing against time is an inevitable choice.

And watching his men leave, Coulson finally couldn't help but mumble to himself.

"Natasha, it's really up to you this time."

At this time, in a hospital near the elementary school in the center of Laken, Natasha is in a stalemate with a person.

She pressed her hand on the head of a little blonde loli and protected her behind her. He leaned out of the corner.

The gunshots rang out immediately, and a sharp pain came from her arm. This made her quickly shrink back. Rubbed it up vigorously.

Because of the fact that she was wearing a nano-metal combat suit, this shooting did not play any other role except for causing her some pain. However, she still did not dare to move, the combat uniform did not protect her head, and she still could not escape death after being shot there. What's more, there is another target around her that needs to be protected.

It's been a long time since she's been in such a stalemate. Looking at the time, she realized that time was getting shorter and shorter, and she decided to change her direction to make a breakthrough.