Although it was a war with the gangsters, it doesn't mean that the battle will always be smooth.

The gangsters in the region have grown to a level that is unbelievable to ordinary people, with weapons no worse than those of the regular army, rifles, machine guns, anti-materiel sniper rifles, and in some places even armored vehicles and helicopters.

After the battle starts in this slum, the gangsters in other areas may receive the news and come to support, after all, the slum is in a state of anarchy, and the usual managers are the gangs, and the people in the slums are a resource in the eyes of the gangs.

There are more than 100,000 people in a slum, just like the classic saying: 100 million people can become billionaires if they give me a dollar each.

The scale of the operation of thousands of people is really not small, even with the assistance of intelligent programs, drone high-altitude detection, and various precision equipment scanning, it is impossible to avoid being discovered by the gangsters patrolling and guarding.

Shortly after 1,500 special operations unit soldiers entered the slum, 5,000 security guards surrounded the slum were discovered, and the gangsters directly used their hand sirens to sound the screeching siren.

Woo~Woo!

"Act according to the plan!"

A solemn command came from inside the helmet, and the fifteen hundred soldiers who had already quietly infiltrated the ghetto entered combat mode.

They are like a group of players with perspective hanging, and the high-altitude suspended drones can clearly understand everyone hiding in the slums from the perspective of God.

Kevin's five-man squad climbed over the southern wall of the slum and escaped the eyes of most of the gangsters, wielding machine guns and rifles, with the assault in front and the machine gunner behind, cautiously navigating the intricate alleys.

There are a lot of eyes on the houses on both sides, and there may be gangsters among these people, but the intelligent system can't identify them until they can see their faces clearly.

At the beginning of the combat operation, they didn't care if they would be found after entering the slums, and the purpose of wearing heavy armor was to fight with the gangsters in the streets.

With the help of technological equipment, you will not be caught off guard in the alley.

Fifteen hundred soldiers were divided into 300 squads, gradually moving from all sides of the slum to the center to the well-located drug distribution points deep in the slums.

If the drug dealers don't want the vast amount of wealth in the distribution points to be burned, they have to step up and stop the soldiers from advancing.

As the team reached a narrow staircase upward, Kevin saw several humanoid silhouettes marked yellow standing by the windows of the house next to the ramp, and gently moved his fingers to the trigger position through his helmet.

The other four members of the squad also spotted the yellowed figures, and the squad leader whispered to raise the muzzle of his gun and continued to walk slowly.

The gang leaders hiding on both sides of the windows of the house looked at the five heavily armed soldiers who were moving slowly in the monitor, licking their tongues back and forth excitedly, and their breathing gradually became short.

Every shootout is a test of life and death for these people, even the military police have fought back many times, and now they are only facing a mercenary army of a company, and it is not a big deal if the equipment looks better.

They have an automatic rifle in their hands, and anyone who shoots a gun knows that bullets like rifles can't protect against bullets like body armor.

Even if the body armor can protect it, the helmet can't, so they are confident, and with the power of the automatic rifle, the umbrella will definitely roll out of their territory like those military police.

The gangster's heartbeat gradually increased, and he looked at the approaching Umbrella Company minions on the monitor, and immediately shouted into his phone after they stepped into the distance that even indiscriminate shooting could hit: "It's now!" ”

The gangsters, who had been waiting for the order early, immediately got up, but as soon as they stuck their guns out of the window, the fierce gunfire and the dense bullets came at them, and their bodies were smashed along with the walls, and the sand and debris that exploded obscured their miserable appearance.

The first battle in the dark caused a chain reaction that filled the slums with gunfire.

It is as dense as firecrackers for the Spring Festival, crackling and ringing.

The residents hiding in the slum houses are also like people who can't sleep because of the noise of firecrackers, helplessly waiting for the moment when it will end.

But the night is still long, and the battle won't end so soon!

Continuing to move forward with four teammates, Kevin had just pressed the machine gun and fired a shuttle, the bullet was about to shatter the walls of the building, and the vibration brought by the machine gun made his blood boil, and he wanted to empty the drum all at once.

The real battle made him more and more excited, and the first encounter ended in victory, and with a beginning, the action after that was much faster.

The drone located in the sky calculates all the personnel flow data below, determines the location of the gangsters according to the activity, and then asks the nearest team to confirm the identity of the moving people according to the allocation of the intelligent system.

Kevin's team was assigned to a closer location, and the target was a group of twelve people who were in a mess and relatively active.

They quickly ascended the stairs, then turned left and soon arrived at the marked target.

It was a small flat field halfway up the mountain, and there was a goal on either side of the flat land, presumably for children to play football.

There were now twelve people gathered here, all with spears in their hands, and one of them seemed to be assigning tasks.

The sound of Kevin's squad moving was muffled by the sound of gunfire from all sides, and the special mute treatment of the Guardian suit caused the twelve gangsters to be sieveed by the dense fire of machine guns and rifles, only to realize that the enemy had touched them.

The speed at which a machine gun kills should be no worse than the speed at which a combine harvester cuts wheat, and past the twelve gangsters who have fallen to the ground and have lost their lives, Kevin's team continues to hunt in the middle of the night.

Kevin and his team continued to guide the mission, killing more than thirty gangsters in the process.

The gangsters were being slaughtered efficiently, and they were still full of confidence.

The slums are their territory, and if they are not locals, they can easily be led astray by the intricacies and illogical roads that come in, and outsiders who come in will only be deterred by their familiarity with the terrain.

At first, they were calm when they heard the gunshots, and the people in charge of the slum were telling adult jokes in the distribution stores.

But after a few minutes, they contacted the little bosses again, and they were silent one by one, and gradually realized that something was wrong.

Walking to look at the surveillance, people were scared silly, and their people died as if they were named, so fast that they were caught off guard.

Some lucky guys didn't die in the first place, and reported the situation to the leaders with trembling expletives, and as soon as they appeared, they would be killed by a storm of bullets, and those people were not very good marksmanship, but their firepower was strong!

------Off topic------

Ignorant, lowly, weak human beings, leave behind your foolishness. The truth is at hand, fear Him! Obey our Lord's command and purge the darkness! Burn out, O fallen false gods, and offer the most splendid fireworks for the coming of our Lord!

Lance: I'm just a kitten, why would everyone else want to tear me up?

......

Reincarnated as a cat, he lost his ability to empathize, gained the forbidden text of emotions and knowledge, and peeked through everything to become the ultimate ancient god.

"Brother Shen!"

"Hmm!"

Shen Changqing walked on the road, and when he met someone he knew well, he would say hello to each other or nod his head.

But it doesn't matter who it is.

There was no superfluous expression on everyone's face, as if they were very indifferent to everything.

on this.

Shen Changqing is used to it.

Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, it is an institution that maintains the stability of Great Qin, and its main responsibility is to kill demons and monsters, and of course there are some other side jobs.

Arguably.

In the Demon Suppression Division, everyone has a lot of blood on their hands.

When a person is accustomed to seeing life and death, then he will become indifferent to many things.

When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but over time he got used to it.

The Demon Suppression Division is huge.

The people who can stay in the Demon Suppression Division are all powerful masters, or people who have the potential to become masters.

Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.

Among them, the Demon Suppression Division is divided into two professions, one is the town guard and the other is the demon exterminator.

Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Division starts with the lowest level of demon slayer.

Then step by step, he is expected to become a town guard.

Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level of the demon slayer envoys.

Have memories of the predecessor.

He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.

It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of an attic.

Unlike other places full of slaughter, the attic here seems to stand out from the crowd, and in the bloody Demon Suppression Division, it presents a different tranquility.

At this time, the attic door is open, and there are occasional people entering and exiting.

Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment, and then stepped in.

Access to the attic.

The environment has changed in vain.

A burst of ink fragrance mixed with the faint smell of blood came to his face, making his brow furrow instinctively, but quickly stretched.

The smell of blood on everyone's body in the Demon Suppression Division is almost impossible to clean.