The Black Hawk helicopter has had its many accidental crashes over the course of decades of service, but none have been as eerie as this.

There were no monsters around, no Stinger missiles, and Joey swore to God that the few bullets he had just fired into the sky would not have knocked down the Black Hawk helicopter.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack! ”

Joey shouted as he scanned the air with the infrared night vision on the gun's body, and Essen slapped Joey on the head in a hurry and annoyance, and his big furry hand hit the TBH tactical bulletproof helmet with a snap.

"Shut up, Joey!" Essen lowered his business and scolded angrily, "You idiot, the gunfire just now may have attracted the attention of the monster!" ”

Joey realizes that Essen is right, that in the silence of empty streets, gunshots can be heard far away.

"What to do, Essen, what to do? Why did helicopters fall? What's going on? God, God, merciful God......" Joey shrank back and crouched against the parapet of the rooftop, a little incoherent. The world has changed, it has become too fast, it has become too strange for Joey's mind to go into chaos, and he just wants to find solace in his religious beliefs.

Essen poked his head out and looked down to see the wreckage of the helicopter burning, the fire that lit up the neighborhood and extinguished the hope of survival for the three seriously wounded people behind him.

"We need to tell the lieutenant to contact the command center and send another helicopter." As he said this, Essen tried to make his tone appear calm and confident, but his expression betrayed his heart, now that Los Angeles is full of wounded and needs rescue everywhere, the wounded of the Bravo squad may not be able to wait for a second rescue helicopter.

But even if there is little hope, it is still necessary to try. Essen turned on the walkie-talkie and reported to Lieutenant Dave, Joey and the only wounded man who remained awake looked at Essen, hoping to hear Lieutenant Dave's affirmative answer from the walkie-talkie speaker, and the three of them waited nervously, just like Adam and Eve, who had been crushed into mud, waiting with longing, but no one answered, only a dead silence.

"Hell, this thing is broken." Essen's hands began to tremble, like a hungover drunkard, and he stumbled back to Joey, "Joey, try yours!" ”

"Same." Joey shook his head in despair.

Probably believing that he was going to die, the wounded lying on the ground calmed down, and this rare composure made his brain function normally, and he thought of a possibility: "Essen, is it an electromagnetic pulse bomb?" ”

The U.S. military has used electromagnetic pulse bombs on the battlefield in Iraq and achieved miraculous feats, and veterans like Essen, even if they do not understand the principle of action of electromagnetic pulse bombs, will not be unfamiliar with this killing weapon.

Essen was stunned for a full two seconds, then turned back to look at the street below, the street lights were all out, and it was pitch black, except for the flames rising from the wreckage of the Black Hawk helicopter, casting the shadows of some cars and barricades on the walls and the ground.

"Yes, it's as if all the electronics are failing. However, our helicopter should have a certain ability to resist electronic interference......" Essen's voice gradually deepened, and even the magic fire of hell appeared, what else is impossible?

"Oh, well, it looks like you owe me twenty dollars, and you'll have to pay me back in the other world."

Essen's words made Joey shiver, and now they were trapped on the roof of this building, only ten minutes away from the former bustling city, but there was a feeling of isolation, like a small sampan trapped in the ocean, and a wave could drown them at some point.

"Essen, Joey, you should abandon us and get out of here." The wounded man said slowly.

Essen gave him a middle finger: "It's a bad joke, you still lack a sense of humor as before." ”

"No, I'm serious." The wounded man was determined, and he had thought it through before he made the offer, "If we can't contact friendly forces, there will be no rescue troops, we can only wait for death, can we?" ”

"The Bravo squad has a despicable tradition of abandoning their comrades? Really? Essen's attitude was even more resolute, and after answering one rhetorical question with another, he pushed Joey's shoulder, "Joey, what do you say?" ”

"Without this tradition, we never abandon our comrades!" Joey didn't even let this thought go into his mind a few times, he turned it away, although he was scared, but the instinct engraved in his heart and melted in his bone marrow would not easily succumb to the fear of death, for a soldier, even if Joey was not a very qualified soldier, honor was always more important than life.

"You see, even Joey, a rookie, knows that we never abandon our comrades. But you're right, we're stuck here and waiting to die, and since we can't get in touch with Lieutenant Dave, we should find a way to meet them at the Emerrosa police station, where maybe there will be doctors and medicines, and maybe communication equipment to use. Essen got up and began to look for some useful materials to make a simple stretcher, and the two men wanted to take three seriously wounded people, and they could not do without a reliable stretcher.

If there were no EMP bombs, Essen would still be able to use his previous unique skills to find a barely able vehicle from the abandoned vehicles below to launch it, but unfortunately, after the Black Hawk helicopter fell, Essen could basically confirm that there was no still young means of transportation nearby - bicycles are not easy to find in Los Angeles, and it is impossible to find the three-wheeled bicycles used by the Chinese to transport goods, and even the Chinese people in Chinatown do not use tricycles.

"Essen, listen, Joey's gunfire has probably attracted the monsters, and bringing us with you is not to save us, but to kill us. Even if you're lucky enough not to run into a monster, the two of you with three seriously wounded people are probably slower than the old turtle my mother raised. If you really want to save us, if you want us to live, instead of using our lives to create a glorious and touching story and change yourself a medal, you should leave us here, rush to the police station alone, meet the lieutenant, and then come to us with the rescue force. With our injuries, we might be able to hold on for a while, and as long as you and Joey move fast enough, we still have a chance. On the contrary, if you insist on taking us with you, then we will surely die. ”

The wounded man uttered such a big call at a glance as if he had been hit by a machine gun, and every word hit Joey like a bullet, but Essen remained unmoved.

"Joey, stop squatting in a daze, come and make a stretcher with me, this is an apartment building, we should be able to find solid materials."

Joey stood up, but instead of walking towards Essen, he stood where he was and said, "Essen, I think he is right, the real responsibility for their lives should be to try to meet the lieutenant or other troops!" ”

"You coward!" Essen was furious and turned to glare at Joey, an angry expression frozen on his face.

"Get down, get down!" Essen raised his gun and shouted, Joey subconsciously fell forward, and before his hand touched the ground, Ethan had already pulled the trigger on the position where Joey was standing just now!

Dada, dada.

After two short shots, Ethan simply pulled the trigger to the end, and before the magazine ran out of bullets, he shouted, "Joey, converge!" ”

Joey put his hands on the ground, turned over on the ground, raised the automatic rifle in his hand, the butt of the rifle against his shoulder blade, and finally saw Essen's target, another terrifying-looking monster, looking like a giant caterpillar with wings, with agility that did not match its bloated body, and a long scorpion-tail-like organ on its tail was pierced on the body of an unconscious, seriously wounded man, if Joey hadn't been lying down just now, this long tail should have been stuck behind Joey's back by now.

Joey resisted the urge to get up and run away, and immediately pulled the trigger, and the bullet went into the monster's body like water seeping into a sponge, and there was no reaction.

"Aim for its wings and tail!" Essen changed his magazine and fired again, but the monster did not fight, its wings fluttered and flapped off the rooftop, and its long tail hooked the seriously wounded man who could not make a sound, like a lanyard tied to a piece of luncheon meat, and a fishing line to catch a dead fish.

"Damn! Damn it! Joey rushed to the rooftop, watching the monster fly away with his comrades, a cruelty that made him question God's mercy.

"Get out of the way!" Ethan rudely pushed Joey away and aimed the grenade launcher in his hand at the monster flying away, but Ethan hesitated for a second, with the monster's current flight altitude, even if he could knock it down, the wounded person fishing for the tail would fall to his death.

Just as Essen hesitated for a moment, Joey seemed to see a figure flickering on the wall below him, and couldn't help but shout, "Essen! Below! ”

Ethan immediately turned the muzzle of the gun, pointed at the wall under him, and saw a figure running fast on the wall, looking like a humanoid creature, this time Ethan did not hesitate, and immediately pulled the trigger, it is impossible for humans to run on the wall, even if the top agent wears the adsorption climbing equipment, he can only climb the floor like rock climbing, and only monsters can run on the wall!

The "monster" leaped forward, stepped on a cobweb-like crack in the wall with his right foot, and with the power of the recoil, dodged the grenade fired by Essen and rushed straight into the air like a cannonball.

What he saw next made Joey suspect that he was dreaming: the humanoid creature easily grabbed the monster's long tail and tore it in two with both hands!

The monster seemed to let out a mournful roar, large swaths of soft tissue and gray slurry spilled from the air, and there were more than a dozen warheads in it, and the humanoid creature that easily tore the monster was holding the wounded who was taken away by the monster and landed smoothly from a height of nearly twenty meters.

"What's that? Superman? Super soldiers of the military? Essen let out a feeble moan.

Joey looked sluggish and shook his head stiffly, he saw the "Superman" tearing the monster carrying their comrade up the wall and jumping onto the rooftop, judging by his skin color and facial features.

"He's dead, I'm sorry." The yellow-skinned Superman utters a few words in a stiff accent, missing even the verb be, which shows how low his English skills are, which makes Joey even more sure that he is not a citizen of the United States, but he looks at least human.

Essen's Adam's apple agitated and asked, "Chinese Kung Fu?" ”

Essen didn't get a response, and Joey tried his best to ask another question in a kind tone: "Who are you?" ”

The yellow-skinned Superman could understand Joey's words, and he pointed his finger at himself, then at Joey, and said slowly, "I, we, yours, savior, hero." We, Conservation, Los Angeles. We, Protect, American Commonwealth! ”

Joy breathed a sigh of relief and tapped on the top of his shoulders and on his chest, forming a cross.

God is merciful after all, and He has finally sent messengers to save believers in their suffering.