The power of the individual is too small in the face of monsters.

The power of monsters is even smaller in the face of technology.

Joey thought to himself that if a giant like the AC-130U could be spread all over Los Angeles, this battle would be easy.

Unfortunately, Rockwell only produced a total of 13 AC-130Us, and with its predecessors who had been in service for a longer period of time, the number of ground attack aircraft that could be mobilized to the Los Angeles theater was far from enough to cover the Los Angeles theater of operations, which had become a meat grinder. The Chinese proverb that a glass of water can't save a burning vehicle full of wood probably describes this situation.

From time to time, a missile with a smoke tail slashed overhead, whistling overhead, and Joey learned from the veteran that it was not an alien missile, but a cruise missile launched by his own people, specially designed to deal with some monsters that stayed in one place like the previous "Cerberus".

The three-headed monster resembles the three-headed dog of hell in Greek mythology, so it is called the three-headed dog of hell, and it does have the ability to open the gates of hell: those three heads can spray blue-purple fireballs that fly at a speed of no less than the bow and arrow, although the fireball will not explode like a grenade after hitting the target, but it will firmly adhere to the target like a white phosphorus incendiary bomb or napalm, and cannot be extinguished with either water or a fire extinguisher, until the target is burned clean, and there is nothing left.

Squad Bravo encounters a second three-headed Cerberus on their way to the Emorosa Police Station, and Joey sees a basketball-sized blue-purple fireball burn a truck to charcoal.

The poor truck driver jumped out of the car, but Cerberus didn't let him go easily, but used the hole in the middle of the other skull to launch a rugby-sized fireball, which pounced on the truck driver's back, the fireball was not as large as the previous one, but burned the truck driver to ashes much faster than the truck burned to char.

Before the flames spread to the truck's fuel tank and caused an explosion, the truck driver had turned to ashes, leaving no trace. This is probably not entirely true, as the truck driver screamed and rushed to a store as the flames clinged to his back, trying to call for help. The blue-purple flame was not easily extinguished, but climbed onto the doors, windows, floors and containers of the store and continued to burn.

And what about trucks? The truck exploded violently and sent parts with eerie flames flying everywhere, no matter where they flew or what they touched, the desperate flames devoured everything like rumored marching ants.

Let the cursed flames of this devil spread, without the need for the rest of the monsters to destroy, and a single handful of blue sparks can burn the huge Los Angeles to the ground. Thankfully, God forbid, the three-headed Cerberus spewing fireballs stood still and began smashing the truck — for some reason, the monster seemed to be fond of violence against cars — and was hit by a laser-guided Tomahawk cruise missile from the ground forces.

When the three-headed Cerberus dies completely, the flames it brought to this world are extinguished. The last second was still blazing, and the unstoppable and unstoppable strange flames disappeared the moment the three-headed Cerberus was hit by a Tomahawk cruise missile, as if everything was just an illusion, just a 3D projection or computer special effects, but the ashes left on the ground and the burning objects told everyone that everything just now was not a dream, but an undoubted reality.

"What's that? Is it magic? Or witchcraft? Joey muttered with a blank expression.

This time no one laughed at him for being a, including the well-informed Lieutenant Dave and the staff sergeant, whose eyes and mouths widened in disbelief what they saw.

"Hell, who knows what that is? I think it's the mythical three-headed dog of hell, yes, Satan's minions, the devil's curse! Essen, a veteran who had been taking good care of Joey in his mouth, spat bloody spit on the ground, and he was so frightened that he bit the tip of his tongue.

Joey frowned, not correcting him that Cerberus (the three-headed dog of hell) was actually the demon who guarded the door for Hades, the king of Hades, and had nothing to do with Satan. Joey thought to himself: this world is obviously no longer what he used to understand, and since the three-headed dogs of hell and hellfire are in front of him, will there be superheroes?

"We're a block away from the Emerrosa Police Department, Joey, Essen, listen carefully! You take the wounded to the roof of the building, and soon a rescue helicopter will arrive, let the helicopter take the wounded, you stay to observe the situation, if anything happens, notify us in time with a walkie-talkie! The others followed me to the police station, ready to take the trapped civilians back the way they came! ”

Lieutenant Dave's order came over the intercom, and although the Bravo team was tasked with evacuating the people in the police station and avoiding a frontal fight with the monsters, they still suffered heavy casualties along the way, paying the price of two scouts killed and three members seriously injured, and the wounded had completely lost their combat effectiveness and mobility, becoming a burden.

The Bravo squad could not continue on the road with a burden, so two able-bodied fighters had to be left to look after the wounded and serve as observation posts to observe the surrounding situation, and if the situation changed, they would be able to notify Lieutenant Dave in time. Otherwise, if the team of civilians who evacuated the police station were to run into the hell monster head-on, Lieutenant Dave could seriously consider whether to shoot himself in the head cleanly, or make it back to the rear alive and go to court-martial.

Joey and Essen have no objections, the surrounding streets are ploughed by shelling, and there is no chaotic chaos of fleeing civilians as far as the eye can see, and there are no monsters that seem to come out of horror movies and sci-fi war movies, leaving to look after the wounded, which is much safer than continuing to rush to the police station where the situation is unknown.

The two of them tried their best to bring the wounded to the roof of the building, where they could not only observe the movements of the surrounding streets, but also facilitate the take-off and landing of rescue helicopters, the only drawback was that if their luck ran out tonight and a monster climbed to the roof, then they would not even have a chance to escape.

"Damn the weather, is the moon scared away by these monsters? If the moonlight was bright enough, this battle would not be so difficult to fight. Essen gasped and grumbled.

Joey didn't speak, and the only seriously wounded man who still had the strength to speak responded to Esen with a wry smile: "There are flares everywhere, we don't need the ruthless bitch of the moon." Essen, my old fellow, give me some of your stashes, a shot of morphine isn't enough to ease my pain, I need alcohol, oh, wonderful alcohol. ”

"Twenty dollars a bottle." Out of nowhere, Essen found a few mini bottles containing cocktails, unscrewed the caps and handed them to the wounded.

There is no counteroffer for the wounded, and if he can go back alive, the luxury of twenty dollars a bite is not excessive, and if he can't go back alive, then let Essen go to Los Angeles National Cemetery to dig up his coffin!

The mini bottle doesn't look much different from a normal-sized bottle, the details are exactly the same, but the size is too small, the miniature version of the mini bottle is only a finger length, and the volume is only a few milliliters to a dozen milliliters, and you can dry out a bottle in one bite.

"It's a shame if I remember how great it would be to bring that pack of cigars." Essen tossed a vial to Joey, opened it himself, leaving the two wounded almost unconscious, and Ethan didn't share it with them again.

Joey gave Essen a grateful look, unscrewed the cap and poured the liquor into his mouth, the liquor flowed through the tongue and into his throat, down the esophagus, and a warm current from his chest and abdomen to bring Joey some comfort.

"Thank you." Joey thanked Essen.

Essen shook his head: "No thanks, twenty dollars a bottle." ”

Joey immediately wanted to spit out the wine he had just drunk and spit it on Essen's face.

"You know what?" Essen unscrewed the cap of another mini bottle and smiled at Joey, "I love this little bottle so much, it's so delicate, every time I hold it, I imagine it as a normal size bottle, and then pretend to be a giant." ”

Joey smiled, not knowing if it was Essen's effect or the chemical reaction caused by the alcohol entering his body, and his pale face on both sides of his cheeks improved a lot.

"Swear to God, I really didn't know you had such childish ideas."

Essen glared and was about to say something, when he heard the sound of helicopter propellers spinning in the sky above, and looked up to see a UH-60 medium utility helicopter (Black Hawk helicopter) hovering overhead. Essen quickly turned and ran to the edge of the rooftop, waving his arms at the helicopter.

"Here, here!"

Perhaps because of the obstruction of vision at night, the pilot of the helicopter did not immediately spot Essen on the rooftop of the building, and Joey hurried to Essen's side, raised his automatic rifle and fired a few shots into the sky.

The sound of gunfire and muzzle fire attracted the attention of the helicopter pilot, and the helicopter turned around and approached the rooftop where Joey Essen was.

Seeing that it was about to land on the rooftop, the helicopter suddenly looked like a bird hit by a shotgun, froze for a moment and then tumbled and fell down, and the roaring explosion mercilessly interrupted the cheers of Essen and Joey.

(Today is another 8,000-word update, I tried my best to really try, but I haven't had any results and no recommendation, it's really uncomfortable.) I really don't want to open a pirated version for the sake of reading experience, and I don't want to give up this book, please, ask for genuine subscription support!! If you can, make up a subscription, please! Really need your help T^T)