When Ivanovic flew out of De La Vega's manor mansion in battle armor, he was also startled by the image before him. The main entrance of the manor was a mess, with dozens of bodies lying on the ground, guards and soldiers leaning against the gates and walls of the manor, firing at the militants across the road.

Across the road, the once ornate shopping street has been reduced to ruins. While the special forces did not use large weapons, a few directional blasting grenades had opened large holes in the walls of several buildings across the street.

The number of militants is still about two hundred, while on the side of the federal army there are only a few dozen. Wild's vaunted special forces and the police chief's trusted SWAT unit were confined two blocks away, where there appeared to be an exchange of fire.

The guards and special forces who resisted at the main entrance were a young man giving orders, shouting for his companions to take care of each other while looking at the distribution of fire points across the street.

Ivanovich landed beside the special forces, the mask of the combat armor opened, and asked in a thick voice: "Is this the sergeant you commanding?" ”

"Yes, ......," the young sergeant wanted to say sir, but he couldn't see any troop markings and ranks on Ivanovich's armor, which also puzzled him.

Ivanovich saw the young sergeant's doubts, but now there was no time to explain, he asked directly: "What about your commander?" ”

"They're all dead." The sergeant's voice trembled a little.

The three gunshots that caused the riot actually killed the captain of the SWAT team, the company commander of the special forces, and the captain of the guards without any difference, as if they had been rehearsed many times before. Then, one by one, the officers and non-commissioned officers in command were killed, like an endless curse. As long as whoever is in command will fall in a pool of blood in less than a few seconds. That's why the Union Army still seems chaotic.

Knowing these circumstances, Ivanovic judged the current situation. The militants were prepared and organized, and the target was the Governor and all the officials. He didn't know what these people wanted, but never compromising with terrorists was the Federal's mantra.

"Next, I'll be in charge. Do you hear that? Ivanovich said to the young sergeant.

"Yes, sir!" The young sergeant hesitated, then replied firmly.

"Okay, now let a few people from the outside retreat inside, open a few more shooting holes in the wall, and block the street for me."

"Yes, sir!" The young sergeant replied, "You guys come with me!" He said. He retreated to the manor with a few soldiers who were still holding out the gate, and made a few shooting holes in the outer wall of the manor, and extended the barrel of the gun.

Ivanovic estimated that the defense and the attack across the street should be able to hold out for a long time, so he decided to take it upon himself.

On the other side, Heinrich and Clark together took out several Federation officers, causing the garrison and special forces to be in chaos, and they were about to make the next move. But he received a message from Junlong from the manor. The message is short, just one sentence. "Skywalker has power armor."

A normal soldier equipped with power armor is much more powerful than a normal soldier. It's not just the increased protection, but more firepower and more force and fast movement. A Skywalker equipped with a power battle armor is even more terrifying, because ordinary people may also be strained by the power assistance system output of the battle armor is too large, and Skywalker's physical fitness is much better than that of ordinary people, and the more power that can be output by the combat armor, the greater the increase.

Like what. If a person's punch speed is 50 km/h, he can reach 65 km/h with the help of power armor, but beyond this speed, his arm muscles will be strained by the traction of the power armor. And if it's a Skywalker, its own fist speed is 80km/h. With the help of power armor, you can go up to 100km/h without worrying about muscle strain, because Skywalker's muscle fibers are more tough.

Especially with a strong body like Ivanovich, coupled with the power assistance of combat armor, it is equivalent to a steel monster. Of course, it was also the first time that attracted Descartes' attention.

"I'm in trouble now, I don't know what that guy's strength is." Clark said, looking at the battle armor that suddenly appeared. His current identity is Andrew.

"It's really hard not to be exposed. Anyway, let's play with him first, haven't you been active for a long time? Descartes said with a smile. He is now Franklin.

"I'll come alone, without a sword, it's hard for you to play, right?" Clark said, and one rolled over and jumped out of the cover where he was hiding.

At the same time that Clark jumped out, Ivanovic happened to be watching this side. He saw a man jump out of the broken building, seemingly still looking at him, despite the hail of bullets.

"It's kind of interesting!" Ivanovich whispered, the flame of battle in his heart was rekindled, and he needed a hearty battle to calm the ** in his heart. He yelled and rushed in Clark's direction.

The auxiliary power of the combat armor turned Ivanovich into a cannonball, which crashed into Clark at great speed. Clarke, however, raised his arms unhurriedly, opened his hands into palms, and then the moment Ivanovich collided, his palms quickly slapped and flipped over.

Ivanovich felt a force that was not very large, but very firm, and allowed himself to deflect at the same time as the impact, and the body that was about to crash into the man suddenly turned in a different direction and slammed into the wall next to him.

Rumble! The loud noise caused the entire wall to collapse. Ivanovich jumped out of the ruins of the wall and howled like a bull. The rotating machine gun on the shoulder turned, and the slaughter began.

Clark stepped forward to Ivanovic's side, grasped the rotating cannon with his right hand, and the force worked between his fingers, his hands and two arms turned into steel, and he twisted the rotating cannon that was about to be fired at an angle.

Boom ~ Boom ~ Boom ~ Boom! Instead of flying towards the building where Heinrich and the other militants were located, the shells flew in the direction of the governor's estate, knocking down a large part of the three-meter-high manor wall, killing many soldiers who were hiding behind the wall and shooting.

"Damn!" Ivanovic didn't expect that the other party was also a Skywalker, and he was such a melee strength type, so he knew that he would use long-range rockets to blow up all the buildings here. Is it because the ** who just wanted to fight made him lose his cool for a while, or did he leave the battlefield for too long so that his judgment of form also declined?

Clark didn't give his opponent time to froze. Although the combat armor was extremely hard, Ivanovich, who was large in size after being close to him, still looked a little passive. Clark twisted the rotating cannon to make sure his opponent couldn't use it, and then aimed at the rocket magazine on Ivanovich's other shoulder.

Now if Ivan judged correctly, he should have sent an explosive rocket directly. Because he himself was protected by combat armor, and everyone else but him would be affected by the explosion, either dead or wounded.

Clark couldn't give his opponent time to think, and he slapped his palms on Ivanovic's waist and leg straddles in an attempt to throw the battle armor off balance. At the same time, he went from behind to the other side of Ivanovic, trying to disarm his rocket magazine.

Naturally, Ivanovic would not let Clark succeed, and he turned his body back and immediately faced Clark head-on.

Clark took advantage of the situation to hold the belt of the combat armor, and suddenly lifted it vigorously when Ivanovich turned around and still had no footing.

Ivanovic only felt that his body was lifted by a force, and then the world spun around, and then he was thrown on the other side's back and fell headfirst to the ground. (To be continued.) )