"Ding! Duang！ Poop! ”

A series of sparks burst out from the hood of the car that Fang Yan had just crossed with his hand, and then bounced and bounced in all directions.

"Whew! Call! ”

Fang Yan kept panting, holding the gun, and ran forward all the time, the mechanical reptile behind him kept firing, and the bullets shuttled through Fang Yan's head, and then left a blinding flash on his cornea.

Here, having crossed the intersection, on a highway piled up with cars, the dialect managed to break through before the machinery could form a circle.

The scrapped vehicle next to him provided him with good cover, but at the same time, it also slightly blocked his progress.

"Boom!"

A miniature missile pierced the night sky, and then planted its head on top of the vehicle next to it, emitting a fire that reflected everything in the vicinity red.

"Fuck it!"

Fang Yan scolded and shouted, stretched out his left hand to cover his side, looked at the car blocking the way in front of him, and jumped over.

Scattered sparks pounced on his face from the side, with a burst of heat, causing Fang Yan to blink involuntarily, and the lifted vehicle on his side burned, and then fell back to the ground.

"Phew!"

Fang Yan spat out a mouthful of phlegm and continued to run forward.

The flames of the explosion kept blooming around him, just like the Grim Reaper dancing together, constantly hovering on the edge of hell and earth.

Fang Yan didn't know when he got used to this feeling, the feeling of wandering on the tip of a knife, dancing in the midst of cannon fire.

At first, what he felt was fear and hesitation, but now what he feels is a kind of stimulation, pleasure......

"Da! Da! Da! ”

A mechanical reptile suddenly rushed out of the corner of the road ahead, and Fang Yan's forward body stopped instantly, and then pounced to the side, while raising the anti-materiel sniper rifle he had been holding up, leveling up.

"Bang!"

With the flames from the muzzle, Fang Yan got up and continued to run, pulling the bolt of the gun and pushing the next bullet into the chamber.

"Boom!"

Another miniature missile exploded not far ahead, and the originally congested vehicles were lifted to the sides, and Fang Yan covered his head with his hand and rushed straight over.

No hesitation, no pause, no thinking......

Everything was a knee-jerk reaction, and what he wanted to do most now was to rush to the side of the flying machine, or rather, to play well with these mechanical reptiles for the remaining few minutes.

Like a bow and arrow off the string, from the moment he was discovered, there was no chance of turning back.

But who has he complained about, and who has called himself to death?

"Ding! Duang！ Poop! ”

The strafing of the two mechanical reptiles continued, the red firelight was also blooming, and a white light began to glow in the sky......

"Whew! Call! Call! ”

In his lungs, there seemed to be a flame burning, and the blood in his whole body was churning, constantly pounding his heart.

"Boom!"

The light of the fire shone on his face, and he once again leaped over a scrapped car, without a trace of fluctuation on his calm face.

The smoke of gunpowder, mixed with the slightest trace of blood, seemed to remain on his face forever.

Bullets, slamming into old cars, are then blocked by steel, changing direction, like a naughty child, constantly scurrying around this neighborhood......

The destination seems to be close at hand, but at the same time, the road ahead is becoming more and more difficult to walk, and there are more and more mechanical reptiles chasing behind him.

A few small shadows began to appear in the sky, and then as he got closer, Fang Yan glanced up, and after going around a truck, he immediately stopped, and then stood on one knee, holding his shoulder against the butt of his gun.

"Whew...... Whew......"

The breath began to slowly steady, and the surrounding area continued to burst out of explosive fire, and there were bullets shuttling above, but these had nothing to do with the dialect at the moment, and the sound began to become blurred......

"Distance, 1500 m, Wind speed, 4.7 m, Trajectory correction ......"

A series of messages flashed through his mind, and the muzzle of the gun kept adjusting its direction, and then stopped, looking at the shadow in the scope, he decisively pulled the trigger.

"Bang!"

"Boom! Rumble! ”

The sound of gunfire was followed by fireworks blooming in the night sky, which were extremely gorgeous.

"Click!"

A bullet casing jumped out and grazed the dialect's cheek, bringing a fiery breath.

Quickly looking around, some small shadows began to appear in the sky around him, Fang Yan took a breath, looked at the remaining distance ahead, and put away the gun he was holding again.

"Don't let me come back one day!"

The dialect didn't know who it was shouting at, like the mechanical reptiles and flying machines that were chasing them, or towards this era.

The footsteps of the short pause were lifted again, and the bombed car behind him was still burning, and the bullets were still shuttling overhead.

……

"Bang!"

A gunshot, different from a machine gun, rang out again, and the fireworks bloomed in the air again, and Fang Yan swiped the bolt, retracted his gaze, and continued to run forward.

1,000 meters is the safety line he set for the aircraft in the sky.

Even though the speed of the aircraft will be slower due to the proximity to the battlefield, at the same time, the limited bullets and the threat of mechanical reptiles behind him make it impossible for him to stop for a long time to deal with each aircraft.

There are two bullets left!

Fang Yan thought, constantly observing the surroundings, the wreckage of the aircraft in front of him looming in the continuous burst of firelight......

"Number 10957, Weapon Authorization Requested, Target Human, Threat Level: A, Coordinates: 1056.796."

"Authorized to pass, coordinates: 1056.796."

"Missiles of the WYTJP-1 model have been launched, number: 2,."

On the other side of the city, less than 40 kilometers, in the midst of the ruins, two beams of light suddenly flashed, instantly reaching twice the speed of sound, and then pierced the sky, leaving an afterimage.

"Bang!"

A flying machine fell from the sky again, Fang Yan looked at the wreckage of the aircraft in front of him, shrank behind a truck next to him, thought about it, and still carried the anti-materiel sniper rifle with empty bullets behind him.

Frightened children or something, it's none of their business, anyway, in the end, it's the group of people from the national security who are dealing with it, dead friends, you can't die in poverty, right?

Turning his gaze ahead, the wreckage of the aircraft was falling on top of several scrapped cars, and Fang Yan smiled,

Who dares to say that I am dying, isn't my bold idea about to come true?