It's too busy today, and I have an exam in the morning, so I'm going to press the seat. In the afternoon, the simulator was simulated, and then the director of the Civil Aviation Administration came to inspect the school and went to the group performance. Checking the plane in the rain, I wanted to take a photo or something, but I didn't have a chance. Don't ask me if I did well today or if I have any chicken legs. There are none, no boxed lunches. It doesn't seem like the picture can be sent.,Let's do it today.。 Maybe it's on the news tomorrow. The strong man who looks like an air guard is me...... Cover your face, cover your face-

"Then again, this time you shine on your face directly from the front entrance? Don't have to dive in? Bell straightened out his ammo pouch and leaned over to Fisher's side, asking with a shy face.

Fisher stretched out his mechanical arm and pressed it on his face, pushing him away, "Big brother, this is an officially sanctioned assault, since there is an official permit, it is better to make a big one." ”

Bell rolled his eyes, smiled, and silently removed the muffler.

"What are you doing? Put it on! Otherwise, when you enter the workshop later, the echoes will loosen your ears, okay? Fisher rolled his eyes.

When Bell heard this, he stretched out his little finger and plucked his ear, thinking the same, and put the muffler back on the muzzle of the PPM-90.

There were two tapping sounds on the communication channel, which indicated that Chris had succeeded, and Fisher looked at his watch, and the time had only passed 15 minutes.

"Get in the car." Fisher patted the roof of the car with a "thump" sound.

Bell is still in the driver's seat, in charge of driving. He started the car, put it in gear, pressed the accelerator pedal, and the rev indication was close to the red line.

Angela kicked the back of his seat in the back seat, "Can you drive well?" The feeling of pushing her back just now made her almost poke her jaw with a pit bull ******.

"Hey, hey." Bell laughed twice and let go of his foot on the accelerator a little, causing the car to vibrate slightly, a common problem when changing gears in classic automatic transmissions.

"Do you want to listen to some songs?" Bell turned to look at Fisher, who pushed his head over to show him the way.

"Whatever, if you're happy." Fisher hesitated for a moment, presumably not agreeing to Bell to make some more moths.

"Okay!" Bell happily pressed the switch on the car radio.

Suddenly, a sad piece of music came out of the loudspeaker, referred to as mournful music.

“……”X3

"What the hell are you doing?!" X2

Angela kicked the back of her chair, and Fisher pulled out the flashlight on the side of the door and slammed it on Bell's head.

"Hey, hey, hey, it's not me!" Bell parried Fisher's "attack" while changing hands.

"Move, move, move, hit, ......" Several people listened to the prelude in silence, and found that the next lyrics were not heavy metals such as "The End of the Vast World", and they couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

This time it's commercial heavy metal from a well-known band, and it seems that the sound of the tank's tracks as it drives by can be faintly heard in the background, and the music is very exciting. Although the trio had no idea which band it was or what it was singing, it didn't bother them.

"Is this okay?" Bell breathed a sigh of relief.

Angela rolled her eyes, and Fisher hummed along to the song.

"You've sounded the alarm, some of them are out......" came a message from Chris, who was silent for a short time before a gunshot rang out, "and died." ”

"Oh oh oh, it's going to begin!" Bell had a frenzied expression on his face, listening to the heavy metal in the car, he was also infected.

Fisher was the same, he pulled the bolt, glanced sideways at the safety position, and pulled down the tactical eyepiece on his head.

Angela couldn't help frowning when she saw that Fisher also seemed to be a little bit about to take off. After thinking about it, now giving him a hearty "slaughtering young" battle of chopping melons and vegetables is also a good choice for him to release pressure. Thinking of this, she couldn't help but be a little excited, putting aside the burden of fighting, she was unintentionally very happy. After all, the discipline practiced in Winterfell made the city full of metal detectors, and it would not be surprising that Fisher and the others would have been checked three or five times a day if they hadn't been holding a Bermuda "black card".

She pulled out the prefilled barrel that the pit bull had stuck in the front section, checked it, and inserted it back with a "click". Then pat the other barrels on your body to make sure they are tied, and put your hand on the safety next to the trigger guard.

"They've raised the parapet." Chris reported again on the channel, and at the end of the call, Fisher and the others heard a gunshot again.

Fisher and Angela looked at each other and smiled, Angela patted the detonator that had turned on in the middle of the back seat of the car, took out a detonator covered with cartoon stickers, and shook her head with a smile to the music. Fisher rolled his eyes, thinking that it was indeed a woman.

Several people had already thought of this situation before, so this classic car turned into a "self-detonating truck" general weapon. Although the protection performance of the classic car is not good, but with Chris's accurate cover, it is not difficult to drive the car to the side of the parapet.

"Ready!" After a turn, the raised parapet wall was already in plain sight. Bell shouted, pulled out a retractable trekking pole from the door, passed through the middle of the steering wheel, and tilted his head, one pole on the accelerator and the other on the driver's headrest.

"Let's go!?" Fisher shouted, though he could whisper through his throat, perhaps under the influence of the music, and his boiling blood made him not want to yell out.

The three kicked open the door and jumped out.

Angela turned into a golden light and landed steadily on the ground.

Fisher unfolded his photon shield in the air and cushioned it under him, as if he was sliding on the ice with the lid of a pot, and slipped out of the distance before standing firmly.

Bel...... Bell rolled on the ground a few times, Fisher and Angela could hear him spitting dirt, and then he lay firmly on the ground with his head in his hands.

The engine of the classic car was overwhelmed by the sound of the whole line flying red, and the soldier who saw the scene through the observation hole behind the parapet shouted and wanted to shoot, but Chris pressed back.

"boom~" Angela dodged behind a tree and pressed the detonator.

The classic car that was about to crash into the parapet suddenly burst into flames and blue light, and a car of directional plasma blasting bombs erupted from the windshield, and the hot flames, free plasma, and raging metal jets instantly tore the classic car apart, and at the same time opened a melting opening in the parapet. The reddened walls around the opening began to turn into a golden fluid cascading down.

"Up!" Fisher lifted the photon shield and was the first to pass through the hole. The golden fluid that flowed down was blocked by his photon shield, which was a variety of layers of photon shields, and Fisher felt the heat on his face curl his eyebrows.

Since the position behind the wall is a dead spot where Chris shoots, it stands to reason that it is quite dangerous to pass through this small opening. But to be reasonable, for someone like Fisher who cheats with a second vision, this is not a problem. The moment he crossed the small opening, the second vision unfolded, and he took in the lucky ones who were cowering behind the wall.

It was as if the darkness was shining brightly, and in the moment of passing the mouth, Fisher bent his knees and rolled over. The already highly nervous soldiers on both sides saw the black shadow flash, and subconsciously pulled the trigger. As a result, the two sides reacted quickly and stood in the front row to shoot each other.

Fisher turned around, pounced to the left, opened his shield back with his left hand to protect Chrysanthemum, and picked up the PPM-90 with one hand with his right hand to take down the two enemies in front of him who were momentarily stunned by the death of their teammates.

Angela was the second to rush into the small opening, and through the sharing of Fisher's battle eyepiece, she pounced sideways into the small opening, and the pit bull in her hand opened fire in mid-air, and the two half-crippled soldiers on the right were immediately accountable.

Bell was the third to bury his head into the small opening, and then one rolled into the small house on Fisher's side.

"Be careful." Fisher spoke into the channel, swapped the magazine, nodded from Bell, and the two rushed out of the hut again. On the other side, Angela had already replaced the new barrel, turned into golden light, and ran around the long road to the back of the workshop.

There was a "whoosh" sound that broke the air, and a group of soldiers who had just rushed out of the main building of the workshop were shot into the fuel tank on the side, and were immediately swallowed by the flames, burning and flying.

Fisher turned his head and gave a thumbs up to the water tower across the street from Chris, and there were two taps in the channel, which was Chris's response.

It's really cold. Fisher pouted.

"Bang" was the sound of a bullet hitting Fisher's shield, and Fisher turned his head in shock, and made up the head of the soldier on the ground not far away, who was on fire on his back and wanted to shoot himself. It's really damn bad.