In an instant, a forest of death the size of a football field grew on the desolate land where Lake Hamar meets the desert.

Bright sparks shimmered at the tops of the countless pillars of smoke crisscrossed like hedgehogs, as beautiful as fire trees and silver flowers, and shrapnel tore at everything within the radius of destruction along with the shock wave, making it impossible to escape everything within the radius of destruction.

A cluster bullet that hit the target directly created a bloody death field in the cargo compartment of the truck, and even the right-hand man of Altikrit, the deputy squadron leader of the "Sand Ant", Mohammed was killed without even saying a word under a finger-sized piece of shrapnel that pierced the back of his head.

The entire truck was completely torn apart by the dense covering bombardment of submunitions.

The mutilated corpses were scattered nearby, and the cargo compartment was blown open, and a heavy black box seemed to lie still intact in the center of the explosion, and the huge explosion did not even hurt it in the slightest.

"Allah is the devil"

Spat out a mouthful of sandy dirt, Altikrit, the deputy squadron leader of the "Sand Ant", staggered and crawled not far from the four-legged jeep.

In the shockwave of the explosion just now, he was thrown out of the jeep and fell on his stomach so hard that his bones were broken.

Staring at the fighter jet that was moving away at high speed after completing the blow, he felt a chill in his heart, and was about to walk to the jeep to pull the driver out, but when he bent down, he found that the other party had a look of fear, his eyes widened, and his neck twisted unnaturally, obviously unable to live.

In the roll just now, the driver was very unlucky to break his neck.

"It's really unlucky"

Sullen again, Altikrit had no sense of rejoicing in the aftermath of the catastrophe.

The squadron of "sand ants" is finished, and Big Brother Abbas will definitely pick his skin when he returns, which makes him shudder.

Following Altikrit's orders, the vehicle was not blessed by Allah and was lucky enough to escape the fighter attack.

Panting in his jeep, Altikrit held up his binoculars and watched as his men were slaughtered.

The black fighter lowered its altitude, and it didn't know what kind of weapon it had released, and a speeding truck was inexplicably engulfed in a ball of fireball, and the materials on the car were blown into countless pieces on the spot, and thick smoke and flames billowed up.

"Allah is above, this guy is the devil"

Altikrit watched the fate of his men count down, and his heart felt a chill.

A truck was very unfortunate to get stuck in the swamp, and the militants on the truck could not care to drag the car out, and jumped out of the car with a strange scream and fled, but several crimson beams of light shot in succession, and the running man fell to the ground, and the shouting stopped abruptly, and in the blink of an eye they all turned into corpses on the ground.

The militants, gritting their teeth, pulled the trigger of the SAM-7 anti-aircraft missile, and with a shock all over their bodies, a white smoke shot out.

"Well done"

Despite the fact that the armed men who fired were engulfed in a furious fireball in the next second, Altikrit could not hold back, and there was no shortage of outlaws under his men, who used the tactics of the last second to kill together.

Rumble~

The SAM-7 anti-aircraft missile, which pierced the sky, hit the target like a shit move.

Shot down?

Allah blessed, it really hit

As if injected with a stimulant, Altikrit jumped out of the overturned jeep and stared at the sky in amazement.

But in the next second, his heart fell into hell, and the figure of the fighter broke through the exploding fireball, seemingly unscathed, and continued to blast the ground into a sea of fire.

No, no, oh my God, are there tanks flying in the sky?

How can it be unscathed?

Are you dazzled?

Allah is above, has he been revealed?

"Allah, which side are you on?"

Altikrit fell to his knees and stretched out his hands to the sky, as if to indict this unscientific scene.

Tank? No, that's a more powerful existence than a tank.

The light weapon firepower on the ground did not even break the oil skin of the other party, and continued to harvest the lives on the ground indifferently.

The Shape-Shifting Fighter with Repulsion Shield turned on surpasses any tank in the world in terms of defense.

In addition to energy attacks, the Repulsion Shield is immune to almost most physical attacks, and Lin Mo completely carelessly pressed the fighter to a very low altitude and launched a brutal killing on the ground.

To deal with these stragglers, the previous sub-mother aircraft bomb obviously looked too highly on them, and the use of ordinary electromagnetic railgun shells and laser cannons was enough.

Where could the speed of the truck escape the pursuit of jet fighters, and after a while, the "Sand Ant" squadron did not even touch the edge of Scar Canyon, and all the troops were wiped out, of course, only the deputy squadron leader Altikrit.

There was a strange sound in his ears, and Alticlit looked left and right, and suddenly realized that the sound was actually from himself, and his lower teeth were beating his lower teeth, and he involuntarily made a sound of teeth tapping in fear.

He wanted to escape, but his legs were like a thousand pounds of cement, and he couldn't even lift them, and he watched the fighter slowly land in front of him.

VTOL?

Is it American? Or the British?

Limited sources of intelligence led Altikrit to conclude that the fighter must have been either American or British, and that only those two countries would possess such technology.

Landing? What is it trying to do?

In order to fight for a glimmer of life, Altikrit, who had no escape, decisively raised his hand and shouted at the fighter who opened the cockpit cover: "I surrender, don't kill me, surrender"

Although I usually disdain to use English, I read it very standardly.

The pilot who stood up in the cockpit gave him a cold look, took out a huge firearm from the cockpit, jumped to the ground, and walked towards him.

Hell, it's a Marine pilot

Also wearing a suit of armor like a Space Marine, very different from the pilots he had heard of before, well, it must be the secret unit of the Americans.

Alticlit did not think about China and Russia at all, only the Americans would play with such dazzling technology.

Whatever weapon the other party is holding in his hand, this caliber is almost worth a hand cannon, and it is completely believed that the power of this weapon is enough to beat Alticlit to the point that there is no scum left.

As if he was being targeted by a terrifying desolate monster, Alticlit didn't even dare to resist at all, and threw away the weapon on his body, squeezing out a reluctant smile on his face to show that he was harmless to humans and animals.

The Americans' Marines are already very powerful, and if there is another Air Marine, will it be alive or not, the only thought in Altikrit's mind is to live.

"Come here"

Lin Mo beckoned, instructing the only lucky survivor to walk towards the truck that had been destroyed by the cluster munitions.

"Yes, yes"

Alticles complied with his head and carried out his orders without any discount.

The coffin-sized black box lay silently in the wreckage of the truck, the flames that had not yet been extinguished continued to burn, still unscathed.

Alticrit looked at the messy "barbecue stall", turned his head to look at the pilot in full armor with an embarrassed face, and hesitated.

He does not know how to take the chestnut in the fire, and if he stretches out his claws at this time, it is estimated that he will be scorched on the spot, and Allah will certainly not accept a Muslim who commits suicide.

The other party kicked an iron lump over, Alticlit looked down to see if it was an offensive grenade, or the "Sand Ant" squadron's own thing, maybe it was blown up by some unlucky ghost in the car, he looked up blankly, but saw the other party pointing to the burning wreckage of the truck.

Extinguishing a fire with a grenade? Altikrit quickly understood what the other party meant, lowered his head and picked up the grenade.

Rumble~

The wreckage was torn apart by the blast wave, and if it didn't extinguish all the fire, at least it blew everything around the black box open.

Getting up from the ground, Altikrit tore off his turban and wrapped it around his hand, rushed over, and dragged out the hot black box with all his strength.

"Hey, this gentleman, I've dragged it out," Altikrit squeezed a squeezing a pleasant smile, ignoring the fact that his palms were already blistered.

After being brought here, Altikrit realized that the culprit of the tragic destruction of their "sand ant" squadron was this unknown black box.

The Lombardo at the headquarters asked them to temporarily keep such a terrible thing, which brought destruction to their "sand ant" squadron.

This damn Lombardo can make their "sand ant" squadron miserable, and seventy lives are all given to this wasteland, and Alticlit already hates this guy to the core.

"Open the box"

The muzzle of the electromagnetic rail rifle pointed at the black box, and Lin Mo issued a new command.

"Open the box? Okay" Alticrete's life is pinched in the hands of the other party, and naturally what the other party says, he will do what he does.

The black box that still had high temperature residual heat seemed to have a combination lock, and Alticrit took out his own kettle and poured a little water on the all-metal combination lock, and the white smoke rose up, if it wasn't forcibly cooled down with water, I am afraid that the fingers would definitely only have charred flesh and rotten flesh.

The water continued to be poured until the temperature was tolerable, but the quality of the box was really reliable, and it was actually invasive.

Password? Hell, he was just a safe deposit box, how could he know the password, Alticrit looked at Lin Mo with a pleading gaze.

“123456”

Lin Mo casually reported a cheat father's password number.

Altikrit pressed it, but there was no response.

“88888888”

Alticrete's brain twitched, which brain set this password, and the result was still no response.

“”

When I entered the password for the third time, the black box shook slightly, and suddenly there was a movement, and it seemed that I had lost correctly.

Altikrit had a look of surprise on his face.

But the expression was permanently fixed on his face...... (To be continued)

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