"We're all dead, hurry up and get people over, those damn bastards have a lot of firepower! Let people come and support! ”

After the leader of the distribution point hung up the call for help, the phone rang again, and he could only pick up the phone again in his frustration.

The gunfire outside never stopped, and the total of more than 400 shinobi did not know how many had died during this time, and how many were still alive.

The signal of the slum is not blocked, the purpose is to let the drug dealers call for help, make it less difficult to take the next operation, and also show their strength to the outside world.

"Who are you? Uh, what can Boss Guador do for you? ”

The second call came from the boss of the gang who controlled several nearby slums, who had now left the slums and hid in a safe house.

The head of the distribution store, who was still crazy, was like a milk dog after hearing Guador's voice, nodding his head in response, and then his eyes flashed, praising the boss's wisdom.

After the call, the leader walked out of the room and said to the hesitant thugs outside: "Go and call all the people outside, you ten people go find a few empty guns and stuff them into ordinary people, tie their hands and push them out, the more the better!" After that we stayed here, and the support was coming soon! ”

The plan arranged by the boss himself is really exquisite, the bastards of the umbrella killed so many poor people, and they repelled them, and then they bought the media later, slandered the umbrella and slaughtered the poor, and they would definitely roll back to the United States with their trouser pockets covered.

The boss is the boss, and he can always come up with ideas he can't think of!

Knowing that there would soon be support, the desperate gangsters rekindled their hopes and went to arrange tasks one after another, and many civilians were taken out of their homes, their mouths gagged, their hands tied, and they were forced to go to the place where the gunshots came.

……

Inside a few bloated armored vehicles in the wasteland being developed outside the slums.

The umbrella staff in black uniforms are processing all kinds of reported information, correcting some doubtful data, recording minor problems in the operation of the system, and optimizing and upgrading the individual combat system in the future.

The blue eyes of a female clerk in the deepest part of the carriage were locked on the information flowing on the screen, and after a moment, she pressed the headset and said quickly: "The source of the signal has been traced, the source of the signal, Flemish Beach, Flemish-20, Hotel Normando." ”

"Understood."

Located in a military base somewhere, two Kun fighters set off with twenty members of the special operations unit.

……

In the slums of fierce fighting, Kevin hides behind a wall, unloads the empty drum and replaces the second drum on his waist. Eight Chinese Net

His teammates are also behind a nearby wall, changing magazines.

They hit a real obstacle, the junction ahead, and the gangsters no longer played unsudden, surprise attacks, but piled up bunkers with large chunks of stone slabs and cement barricades, aiming their guns at the only way forward.

As soon as Kevin's five people came up, the gangsters would pull the trigger unreasonably, and a dense barrage would be launched.

Just a while, each of them was hit more than five times, and the warhead was embedded in the bulletproof insert, which did not cause any damage to the body after the insertion, but this is not absolute.

Although the Guardian suit has a very high level of protection, there are also places it can't prevent, such as the palms of the hands and the soles of the feet, which can be pierced by rifle bullets, or broken bones, and bullets stuck in bones.

Now the flesh transformation technology has not been developed, and if the palm is gone, they will no longer be able to fight for their ideals, but there are still ways......

The leader of the team gestured to Kevin, who understood.

Kevin propped the machine gun on his elbow, and the right palm of his right hand was hidden behind the bulletproof splint on his shoulder, and his upper body glided close to the ground, leaning out from behind the wall where he was hiding, and strafing at the cover in front of him.

The others leaned out of the gang's suppressed stalls, and their rifles blew up the searchlights on both sides of the bunker, and then retracted and called for air support.

The drone flying in the sky received the command and immediately flew over the bunker, scanning the personnel and firing eight miniature missiles.

The tail flame of the miniature missile was only a small speck in the dark night, and even the sound was almost inaudible.

Each of the eight missiles hit a gangster, and the charge of the miniature missile was a new type of explosive researched by Stark, a thumb-sized miniature missile, and the explosion was as powerful as a normal grenade.

Eight gangsters who were hiding behind bunkers, still panicking at the disappearance of the lights, were blown up in the next second, and their limbs were broken and their internal organs were shattered and died.

After confirming that the obstacle ahead was cleared, Kevin's team moved on.

They were the fastest squad, and they climbed over the barrier and a drug distribution point a short walk away, and there was no one stopping them on the way.

Behind the house not far ahead, there were a lot of people gathered, and the detection system had clearly marked them, but Kevin's team didn't have any intention of stopping, just pointed their guns at the places where people were hidden.

The gangsters also use surveillance, and when they see Kevin's team approaching, they immediately point their guns at the civilians whose hands and mouths are tied.

The threatened civilians had no choice but to tremble out of their hiding place, close their eyes tightly, and pray to Jesus over and over again that they would be more relaxed when they died, but they did not expect that they had walked several steps without being attacked.

When they opened their closed eyes, they found that there were people in front of them, five tall and strong figures in black body armor, who looked exceptionally tall and strong in the dim light of the street lamp, approaching quickly.

The black heads couldn't see their faces clearly, but they saw two green eyes, their noses moving slightly, and they could smell the smoke that was getting closer.

Kevin: They really didn't expect the gangsters to tie up civilians and let these poor people forcibly enter the battlefield with guns.

Fortunately, the exoskeleton and intelligent systems responded faster than their brains, and in an instant they stopped their preparation to pull the trigger, otherwise they would have killed these innocent civilians and involved them.

After a brief moment of stunnedness, several people rushed to the front of the civilians, passed them, and separated them from the gang with their bodies.

The medic in the squad smashed open the closed iron door with a fist, and waved for the civilians to go in and hide to avoid being affected by the battle.

The coerced civilians were overjoyed, cleverly accepted the arrangement, and crashed into the nearby house and hid.

The little leader of the gang saw everything that happened in this short period through the screen of his mobile phone, his eyes widened in anger, and he shouted: "They found out, give me ......"

Before he could finish his sentence, the sound of eager and heavy footsteps burst in front of them, and several tall figures broke into their sight, and gunshots and howls rang out.

One of the gangsters accidentally fell to the ground, the rifle in his hand fired more than a dozen bullets at Kevin without him falling, and his companions around him still fell in the rain of bullets, blood splattered on his face, causing him to let out a breakdown cry, "Demon! Demon! ”

The more they shot, the more the gangsters broke down, because they found that no matter how they shot, the bullets that were invincible hit them like a stone and did no harm.

"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.