Cheng Nuo drove to the middle of the quarantine area again, and this intersection was also where the staircase he left before was located. The www.biquge.info of the pen "Fun" is probably to distinguish the tasks of the various combat groups, and he has not encountered other patrolling soldiers since he had rescued those people just now.

It was already dark, but it didn't affect the city's roads, and the street lights illuminated the quarantine camp. From Cheng Nuo's vantage point, several headlights can also be seen shining down from the tall buildings on both sides of the road.

Cheng Nuo drove directly onto the auxiliary road, military vehicles, and soldiers, so although he could see soldiers on duty every few tens of meters along the main road, he didn't care after taking a look.

After driving for a while, Cheng Nuo casually found a place to stop. Then I calmly got out of the car and crossed the auxiliary road, walked to the main road fence and looked down.

The quarantine area was even more silent than expected, and from above, there was not a single civilian walking around the entire camp. As far as the eye could see, there were large tents and two or three soldiers deployed there every 100 meters.

All the civilians should have been herded into the tents to be guarded, and the loudspeakers or warnings not to move around at will proved Cheng Nuo's idea, except that there was no barbed wire on either side, and there was no difference between the quarantine area and the prison.

There seemed to be a little bit of blood in the air, and it was clear that there had been bloodshed.

Cheng Nuo looked in the direction of the exit about a few hundred meters away, where the lights were even brighter, all kinds of roadblocks, sandbags were readily available, and then at the end of the sinking section, there were actually two tanks lying on their stomachs, and the black and heavy muzzles seemed to be plated with a layer of silver chrome under the illumination of the light, flashing with cold light.

Cheng Nuo walked along the guardrail in the direction of the exit, and a soldier raised his hand to say hello, Cheng Nuo ignored his kindness, raised his left hand and replied with a gesture, and pulled out a pistol with his right hand and shot it down at close range.

Cheng Nuo walked over and looked for the magazine for the pistol as usual, but he didn't find it. But it wasn't for nothing, and I found two high-explosive grenades. Cheng Nuo was not polite, took one and threw it far back.

… It's not okay to be so quiet.

A flame rose from the bridge deck across the main road 100 meters open, accompanied by two screams. It was clearly conspicuous in the quarantine area, where the sound was silenced by the room.

All the soldiers, both on and off the bridge, subconsciously lowered their bodies.

Another grenade, Cheng Nuo gave to the other side of the road.

"Terrorist attack! Terrorist attack! Several voices rang out.

There was a commotion in the quarantine camp. Soon, several figures quickly moved towards the place where the grenade had exploded.

Cheng Nuo ignored them, changed the gun to his left hand, probed into the guardrail of the main road, and continued to move in the direction of the exit while firing non-stop, and the guards deployed in the passage of the isolation area within 400 meters were mercilessly knocked down by Cheng Nuo in all those who appeared in Cheng Nuo's field of vision.

As for the soldiers encountered on the bridge, whether they were passing by or sticking to the sentry post, they could not escape Cheng Nuo's poisonous hands. Compared with the soldiers who fell outside the passage, the soldiers who fell on the side of the guardrail of the main road not only replenished a magazine for Cheng Nuo, but also provided grenades intermittently.

At the beginning, Cheng Nuo still gave a few grenades around, whether it was the auxiliary road or the building next to it. But after a few times, Cheng Nuo found that although the movement caused was not small, most of the people who could be alarmed were soldiers, and ordinary civilians could also hear some exclamations, but so far no one has been seen coming out to see the excitement.

It seems that the previous stage of repression was very effective.

Cheng Nuo threw all the remaining two grenades in his hand to the passage below, one far away and one close.

The effect was immediately noticeable... The place where the grenade exploded, immediately shouted and rushed out a lot of people.

Most of these people paused when they ran out of the tent, but soon found that no one was attacking them, so those who could attack them within the visible range were all eliminated by Cheng Nuo, and the soldiers who were originally standing by their tent had all been killed. Civilians glanced at each other, and some hesitated to pick up the guard's guns.

When civilians rushed out, Cheng Nuo, who found that this was working, had already begun to speed up his pace, knocking down the visible soldiers guarding outside the tent while continuing to collect pistol bullets and grenades, but this time almost all the grenades were thrown down by him.

More and more civilians rushed out, and the explosions were accompanied by sirens, and finally some civilians couldn't stand the pressure, shouting and scattering, but finally someone rushed to the exit with guns.

… There are also seeds in the sticks.

Without a radio, Cheng Nuo would have no way of knowing the army's operational deployment. But this did not affect him all the way to escort the crowd that was agitated again and pressed towards the exit.

The chaotic sound of pistols and automatic rifles suddenly became lively, mixed with the hysterical shouts of civilians, Cheng Nuo didn't hear it very clearly, probably because he was fighting with the bastards, and more and more people took up arms.

With the blessing of Cheng Nuo's undercover agent, the process of civilians advancing towards the exit was smooth, and they soon rushed to the yellow line about a hundred meters in front of the exit.

The heavily garrisoned soldiers at the exit had already rushed to the sentry posts. Automatic rifles, light machine guns, and heavy machine guns were all erected. There was even a commander-like guy holding a hand table and shouting loudly.

Cheng Nuo looked around, and almost all the soldiers were concentrating in this direction.

The sound of Titicaca tracks sounded, and the tanks deployed on both sides of the road also roared out. Arriving at the front of the road, the turret turned, the barrel adjusted, and it was directed towards the rushing crowd.

Looking at the tank from a distance may not feel much, but you can only know how terrifying this behemoth is when you stand in front of it.

The civilians who had just been stimulated a little blood showed their timidity, and subconsciously slowly retreated.

"Stand still!" A soldier with a loudspeaker in his hand crossed the crowd: "Who dares to cross the yellow line..."

Cheng Nuo took a breath and shot at the commander's observation scope of the tank, this shot gushed out with mana, and immediately took away about 30 points of Cheng Nuo's mana, and after an instant dizziness, Cheng Nuo returned to normal.

The Commander's Scope is one of the few places on the tank that is difficult to protect with armor. Although it also uses thick bulletproof glass, which can withstand heavy machine guns and so-called heavy snipers, it is still unable to resist Cheng Nuo's pistol, which can penetrate 50mm armor.

Boom! The body of the tank shook violently, and immediately after, a white mist visible to the naked eye burst out from the inside of the tank.

The whole world seemed to be quiet. The soldier with the loudspeaker turned his head in disbelief and stared blankly at the non-moving tank.