The mood in Portland has been a little wrong lately, first on the way into the city, worshippers who have been in the audience have reported being shot at a distance. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Then there was a shooting in the city, and this time it was no longer a believer, but an angel, and one of the angels reported feeling the sound of bullets flying around him in the sky.

So from then on, Justin and his teammates were heavily armed and on duty, each with a walkie-talkie, patrolling the whole city, and if any more shootings were discovered, a large number of angels would immediately flock to them.

On this day, Justin was flying in the sky with his teammates, they would line up in a chevron shape, and the sun would shine on them, white wings and white uniforms, flying among the white clouds, and a sense of heavenly holiness would arise spontaneously.

At this time, Justin suddenly felt that something was wrong, only to see strings of tracer bullets flying past him, and even in the clear sunlight, these tracer bullets were still clearly visible.

"There it is!" A teammate yelled.

Following the prestige, I saw a man on a tall building with a machine gun shooting at them, and the golden bullet casings kept jumping out, reflecting the light of death in the sun.

"Ahh A scream rang out, and an angel fell down in a whirlwind, his wings grazed by bullets, and half of his wings were torn apart.

"Spread out!" Justin roared, quickly gathered his wings, and fell straight down, he could hear the whizzing of bullets as they flew past him.

A group of angels scattered in the sky like chickens that had exploded their nests, and tracer bullets kept chasing their flying figures, and soon a second angel fell screaming.

The opponent's marksmanship is very accurate!

Justin circled and dived, performing various fancy dodge maneuvers, took off his rifle, and regardless of whether he could aim during the violent roll, the muzzle of the gun began to suppress the fire in the general direction.

Bang Bang Bang!

Woohoo!

Justin and his teammates began to return fire, and the sky rang out with the sound of rifles of various colors, and dripping yellow eggshells falling like raindrops.

With the interference of suppressive shooting, the opponent's accuracy plummeted, and soon both Justin and his teammates hid behind buildings, away from the direct threat of bullets.

"Call home! Call home! I'm Justin, we were under attack from an anti-aircraft machine gun, two people were hit, request for support, request for support! The other party's location is on the roof of the Moda Center! ”

“ok！ Surround him, and soon a group of angels will pass, let these heretics feel the majesty of the angels! ”

The majesty of angels?

Justin didn't feel the majesty, but felt that his squad was like an Easter turkey, being beaten down from the sky one by one......

Soon, a large group of angels appeared like clouds in the sky, and they quickly dispersed, surrounding the center of Moda, and crackling gunshots resounded around the center of Moda.

The machine gunner on the roof of the building was undaunted, and he fought dozens of angels with one machine gun. The angels are flying in the sky, and they have not yet adapted to shooting from the sky like the ground, and their wings are constantly flapping during the flight, and the various interfering air currents are extremely strong, which is much more difficult than strafing from an airplane.

So for a while, the two sides actually fought back and forth, and it was difficult for the angels to shoot accurately, so they could only rely on numbers to win and shoot in the range, hoping that whose bullets could hit each other just in the shit luck.

And the Ango machine gunner on the roof of the building has a solid cover to hide, a stable shooting platform, and the shooting accuracy is guaranteed, plus there are more and more angels in the sky, and there are more targets to choose from.

So before waiting for the angel to make a contribution, the other party had the result first, but an unlucky angel was directly hit by the opponent's machine gun bullet, and the whole angel was interrupted by the waist, and he didn't even have time to scream, and the angel turned into a rain of blood and flesh dripping down.

The shootout between the two sides frightened the people in the Moda Center into running in all directions, and the fast ones quickly ran out of the Moda Center, while the slow ones hid in the building and stretched out, hoping that the thick reinforced concrete could protect themselves.

Unable to do anything in the sky, and continuing to produce casualties of its own, the angels scattered one after another, hiding on top of other buildings and aiming far away.

At this time, the armed believers on the ground also went out, they drove their cars, gathered around the Moda Center, some rushed straight to the downstairs of the Moda Center, and some built barricades far away to prevent the other party from escaping.

At this time, the police also appeared around the Moda Center, probably the two sides had already coordinated, and seeing that the armed believers had taken control of the situation, they hid far away and waited for the two sides to decide the winner.

The gunfire from the roof of the Moda Center continued, and the armed believers rushed into the Moda Center, but they were met with no resistance or accomplices, so they rushed straight to the roof, ready to shoot the man in the back of the ass.

When these armed believers rushed to the roof of the building, an explosion resounded throughout the city of Portland!

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"Mr. President! Mr. President! The assistant rushed into the office in a panic.

"What happened?" The big-mouthed president looked up in displeasure.

"Just now, there was a religious clash in Portland, first a militant shot at the angels on the roof of the building, shooting down three angels, and then the militants detonated a bomb while the believers rushed to the rooftop, killing and injuring 15 people."

"What about the militants?" The big-mouthed president rubbed his head, he was really old, and his energy couldn't keep up, so I hope Easter's office can produce results as soon as possible.

"Dead, he detonated a suicide bomber."

"Suicide bombers?" The word is too familiar, too sensitive, and gives a strong sense of déjà vu. The president felt a little bad inexplicably, and he asked a little nervously, "Those greens again?" ”

"Yes, President!" The assistant nodded.

"Oh! My God! They can't stop for a while, are they going to be enemies of the whole world? "The president is starting to feel a headache in his head." What does the CIA say about this? ”

"They said that after investigation, this militant is an American citizen, he is of Arab descent, and he has always had statements sympathetic to extremist sects."

"It's always been ...... If you have been arresting him all along, why didn't you arrest him earlier? ”

“...... He was arrested once, but because there was no actual evidence, he had to be released again, which led to him being even more extreme, and his Facebook posts in recent days have been full of revenge and revenge. ”

“...... Damn it! I should have pushed the immigration bill firmly! The big-mouthed president shouted angrily.