The only thing left in the Beta squad is Andrew, the one-eyed dragon who is wheezing violently, Herb, the field doctor, and Max, the artillery maniac, standing with his hands down. Scud Aslan was lying on his back in the dust, his mouth opening blankly, his pupils had dilated, and he died of shock due to massive bleeding in the femoral artery. The rest of the team members are miserable, the M56 high-explosive bomb is an anti-armor special ammunition, which is not only fatal to the human body, but also more amazing, the kind of watermelon explosion, red scoop splashing picture can scare pregnant women into miscarriage.

It was the fury that was triggered when he witnessed his comrades being shattered, and it was the fury that sustained the remnants of Beta for seventy seconds.

It was less than two minutes before the Spear of God showed up and Beta Squad Commander Johnson was killed. It took less than two minutes to annihilate a world-class army, and the Spear of God took less than two minutes.

In the final moment of destruction, the furious and vengeful remnants of Beta will finally compete with the fanatical Iron Believers, and the ultimate collision of the two strongest wills will begin under the condition that the equipment gap is too large to generate electricity.

As the cyclops, doctors, and artillery maniacs roared like beasts and pounced on the mecha group, the crisp sound of the anti-materiel sniper rifle rang out unrelentingly, and the only remaining gamma squad sniper and the bloodied Allen opened fire at the same time in the window of the small building on the west side, and in the withering situation of hitting the stone with eggs, they desperately grasped the initiative on the battlefield, as if to announce to the world: even if this remnant soldier is killed to the last gun, he will launch a lonely charge and take the initiative to attack for the glory of the past!

The roar of the M61 cannon resounded across the land. In contrast, the mercenaries' brains were also smeared on Barrett's sniper shells, which flew all over the sky.

Suddenly, Charlie, who was paralyzed under the rubble, twitched, and Charlie's weak and intermittent gasps sounded in the gamma channel: "Allen...... Are you alive...... Allan! ”

Alan was unloading his bloodied black purple face. Although he was almost deaf by the raging sound of the M61 cannon, he could still faintly hear the heart-wrenching voice in the headset. It was the first time he had heard Charlie's weak voice, like a whining stray dog, useless but distressing.

Allen's hand trembling as he held the gun, and he shouted, "Charlie! You mongrel, you really didn't die! As soon as the scope moved, I saw that Charlie had already hunched over his belly, limped against the wall, and struggled to move in the direction of the police station.

In the headphones, Charlie coughed weakly: "I...... I'm fully responsible! Wrong, wrong...... Allan! We're going to ...... We're going to take out the box and leave right away! Before the whole army is annihilated! ”

Allen's mind was excited, and he was stunned for a second, then suddenly lost his sniper rifle, grabbed the door, and held down the headset and promised: "I can arrive!" ”

He instantly understood what Charlie was remorseful about.

Charlie changed the order once. From completely annihilating the enemy, to delaying the enemy, and finally witnessing the scarlet tragedy all over the body, the Beta team is almost all dead on the streets. Charlie woke up and uttered the first confession ever, which shows how bitter he was about his command mistakes.

After thirty years of invincibility, Charlie finally paid a dearly price for his pride and conceit. He buried the whole team.

From start to finish, there was only one right decision: take out the Judgment Light console early, and all the teams cover the console to leave.

Yes, Charlie correctly deduced that the upper limit of the endurance of the exoskeleton armor is thirty minutes. As long as they hold for thirty minutes, all the armor will be captured alive, all the captives will be isolated and tortured, and the spear of God will be uprooted.

However, it only took one hundred and two seconds for the Beta team to lose all its casualties. No one could have imagined that the elite of the SEAL amphibious commando, which had never fallen out of the top two in the special forces rankings, would be annihilated in a flash of lightning.

Charlie observed the enemy with precision, correctly deduced the opponent's limits, but instinctively overestimated his own limits. When it was most time to escape, Charlie chose to fight.

So Charlie must be fully responsible.

In the face of Allen's accusations, Charlie never admitted his arrogance. Until he woke up from a concussion. The moment he opened his eyes, he hated God for giving him the opportunity to rise from the dead. He didn't want to see what he had created: blood sprawling like frenzied impressionist graffiti on the dry ruins, military uniform stumps abruptly exposing sharp broken bones, shattered like young corpses torn with bare hands, scattered around him.

If suicide could turn back time, Charlie would beg God to give him a shot. But Charlie has more important things to do, he has to make up for his mistakes, and he wants to run for his life with the Light of Judgment console.

The thought that the black box had been activated by the supreme authority of the Federation made Charlie's heart fall into an ice cave.

Normal logic would think that what is returned to the official hands must be safe. Since it's secure, then you can activate authentication.

Who would have thought that the heavily guarded Mexican SWAT Department would be wiped out under four thermobaric bombs, and that the stubborn SEALs would be killed in the single digits in two minutes?

Who would have thought that an organization as quiet as a weekend reading club would brazenly launch a declaratory assault at this very moment, and still have the ability to annihilate?

"Spear of God, what have you done?" Charlie's blood dripped all the way, and as he leaned forward against the wall, he gritted his teeth and thought, "Haven't you thought about the consequences?" At the same time declare war on the Free Commonwealth and the United Mexican States! Your fate will be worse than that of the lunatics who attacked Pearl Harbor, and you will disappear from the face of the earth completely! ”

The burnt, crisp and swarthy police station is right in front of you. The roaring cannon of the exoskeleton armor is not yet approaching, Alan still has a chance to escape, and the Federation still has a chance to fight back.

Charlie saw Alan like a galloping coyote, jumping over the wall, and rushing straight to the police station, he couldn't help but smile and muttered, "It's still as vigorous as it was back then." Feeling that the wound in his abdomen had scabbed, Charlie was not to be left behind, ran in pain, and tried to join Alan at the police station.

When Alan broke into the police station, a person rushed out of the hallway and almost collided with Allen. The moment he saw the figure, Allen's posture had changed, and he drew his gun faster than the cowboy gunman, and before he could see who the other party was, Allen had already aimed his pistol at that person and roared: "Freeze!" Hold your head in your hands and spread your legs apart! ”

"I'm afraid I'll have to choose one or the other." Dr. Kuhlman, who was spotlessly delicate, explained awkwardly as he lifted the black box in his hand.

Alan saw the black box in Kuhlman's hand clearly, his eyes widened, and he muttered, "Impossible." How is it possible to extract the console without my fingerprint? He roared, "Doctor! Put down the box, turn around, split your legs, and hold your head in your hands! Right away! ”

Alan remembered that Charlie had doubted Dr. Kuhlman, but he trusted the father of the invention so much, and he regretted it in his heart, and finally realized Charlie's strong distrust of the world, gritted his teeth and threatened: "Otherwise, I will kill you!" ”

Kuhlman's snow-white beard squirmed and smiled like soap bubbles, and his deep eyes had the composure of a lecture under his snow-white eyebrows. He shrugged his shoulders casually and explained, "Obviously, the ambitious Colonel Charlie has hit a nail, and we can't resist those mechanical armor like the gods descending from the heavens!" So ......"

The doctor graciously held up the case and showed the product like a salesman, "So I think we should have a backup plan, such as unlocking the old Mexican security system with a clever little program, and then diverting the light of my judgment before the police station is occupied." ”

Allen's brows tightened, his light blue eyes spewed hatred, and he couldn't wait to eat flesh and bone, word by word: "You, how, you know, it's mechanical armor?" ”

Dr. Kuhlman's pale face twitched twice, from a courteous invitation to a puzzled frown, then rolled his eyes and shook his head in frustration, stamping his feet to pity: "My ability to lie is really—terrible!" He rubbed his cheeks in annoyance, and finally said to Allen, who was facing the enemy, with a hippie smile, "Hey Allen, look at you." ”

Unmoved, Alan roared: "Again, put down the box!" "Nervously clenching his pistol.

Dr. Kuhlman chattered intently, "Do you see that? Okay, I'm bluffing, but you'll have to admit it's always right to try, right? Okay, calm down, that's a joke, that's a lame joke......" The doctor apologized earnestly, suddenly his face stiffened, and he cautiously stretched out a finger, pointed behind Allen and said in horror:

"Alan, seriously, look behind your back."