For human beings, survival is the first instinct. This nature, which is engraved into the DNA, also extends to the collective organization of human beings, who invented law, morality, and even civilization in order to keep it running for a long time.

For some complete and powerful organizations, the above is their core strength, which allows them to continue themselves in the long period of development, but for other organizations that have led to the fault of the civilization system due to various reasons, it is only the insignificant violent organs in the system that maintain their survival.

If you don't have the ability to produce violence and control it, then violence will eventually succumb to stronger violence.

Johannes's citizens living in the city's posh neighborhood and the army still busily driving demonstrators through the streets did not know what was happening.

Only a tiny fraction of those who work at certain critical facilities realize that tonight's events may have gone out of their way and are beginning to slide into an abyss of utter unpredictability.

In the bustling city of Johannes, every airport and railway, whether it is a television station and a broadcasting center, or major key facilities, at that moment, all the staff seemed to be slapped in the face, and their mouths could only make a meaningless voice.

The night shift workers on the platform of the Reginald Tambo Railway were all struck by what passed in front of their eyes.

Thousands of black troops armed with guns, modified armored cars, like an unstoppable tide, instantly flooded the entire train platform.

Dozens of tall black soldiers jumped up to the heights, their guns pointed at everyone who wanted to scream for help at this moment, and they scattered in all directions, running all over the platform and quickly blocking every passage.

The brief panic was quickly stopped by the ruthless soldiers, who violently taught the chaotic masses what discipline is.

There is no warmth in the war, the seizure of power is violent and bloody, and the slightest hesitation at this time can lead to defeat, and the loser in the war has no chance to start over.

The Truth Society's temporary army came out of nowhere, unprepared for the people of Johnsner, their complexion like a cold piece of black iron, and when the black iron turned into a sharp blade, the people finally began to fear them.

In the silent gaze, there may be disbelief, maybe there is crying, maybe there is anger, but they are all suppressed by the solemn and cold atmosphere.

"In the first phase of the operation, the ...... of Target 9 has been completed"

Inside the magic truck, a faint orange light reflected Qin Shi's eyes, and his pupils reflected the detailed map of Johannes City on the paper. Qin Shi stretched out his hand, picked up a red marker, and crossed out a marked area.

"Leave half of the troops behind and guard the assembled personnel, and the rest continue to the next location, and if there is an emergency, report it by phone in time!"

"Yes!" The herald received the order and immediately ran to inform him.

"All of them, the troops are divided, for the sake of fairness and justice, go to the next target, and the glory belongs to the Truth Society!"

The captives who were in custody saw the ruthless and cold black soldiers with fanatical faces, and shouted into the distance: "For the leader!! ”

Cars that had been modified beyond recognition ran over Johannes's potholed streets, and huge trucks loaded with black soldiers drove off to distant buildings, keeping them moving at full speed.

Qin Shi looked at the brightly lit city center, and in the shadow of the spaceship, he seemed to see his comrades jumping in the tall buildings.

Of course, this is just his hallucination, the mecha moving at high speed under the dark night almost merges with the night, and this time, as a stealth team, they will not be easily spotted.

Zhou Shan ran rapidly along the roof in the direction of the ninth district, while paying attention to the twenty team members who were closely following him, and saw that someone had deviated more than 100 meters from the intended target.

A prompt came from the internal channel of the Pioneer Mecha: "007, pay attention to concealment!" ”

"Roger!"

Zhou Shan jumped off the roof, jumped forward slightly, and then began to rush towards the ninth district in front of him.

There are only twenty people in their team, and the enemy in the ninth district is roughly estimated to have thousands of people, although it is said that it is a group of bandit organizations that do not enter the stream, but Zhou Shan does not know at this moment whether the twenty elite soldiers equipped with pioneer mecha can take the head of the general among the ten thousand armies against the gang gangsters whose combat effectiveness is currently unknown.

But no matter how you say it, more than 600 missiles can always kill hundreds of gangsters, Zhou Shan couldn't help but think in his heart.

After a few seconds, the destination had arrived, and there was no time for Zhou Shan to think about it again.

Twenty mechs followed, pulling apart, and each stopped on a low building, and the clear and bright display screen showed the traces of their enemies this time.

Look at the object in front of you: looking down from above, the land has been cut into a checkerboard, and iron sheets, wooden planks, excrement, garbage heaps, and all kinds of waste are mixed together, and among these things, a series of characteristic buildings of iron and wooden houses occupy a large area.

District 9, Nizhiya Gang!

That is where their target is this time, in a crimson mecha, Li Xin silently adjusted the status of the missiles in the back magazine, and at this moment, the voice of the deputy head Zhou Shan came out of the entire line. "Attention team! Alternately forward! Offensive! ”

In the communication channel, including Li Xin, everyone responded to the order in unison: "Alternate forward!" Start attacking! ”

It is not moving like a mountain, but it is moving like thunder.

Twenty steel mechs are like monsters in the night, quickly jumping to the nearest suitable attack location, and the missile matrix information on their shoulders is transmitted to the general control system in real time, aiming at the target, and the next moment, the missile locks onto the target!

"Launch!"

The first missile launches!

Twenty rockets glow in the night sky with a blue tail flame and whizz towards their target. Their target is a few hundred meters to the left and right of the crowd in front of them.

Twenty missiles exploded almost at the same time in less than a second, and if you have ever seen a similar explosion, you will know that the scene is as terrible as a volcanic eruption, with flames up to more than ten meters high rolling over the fragments of buildings, and the world seems to be filled with boundless light and heat in an instant.

The first batch, this is just the most ordinary short-range cruise missile, the power of one missile is equivalent to 26 tons of TNT, which is about the power of 50 tactical Tomahawk missiles.

Twenty rounds of missiles are equivalent to launching more than 100 tactical cruise missiles at one time, which is basically one-third of the amount used by the Earth Mold Country in the Sea Bend War in the previous life.

If the people of the Nia Gang know that someone is now beating them with a fraction of the missile firepower of a regular army, it is estimated that they just want to say MMP, and use a few tens of missiles against their own gangsters, isn't this bullying?

It turns out that it is true, the Nizhiya gang is not worthy, Zhou Shan he overestimates his enemies too much!

After dozens of missiles exploded, not many people were left alive in the rubble of the burning buildings.

However, this is already the weakest type of missile in the Pioneer mech, and the most powerful cruise missile in the Vanguard matrix magazine is equivalent to several thousand tons of TNT when it explodes, enough to paralyze a small airfield.

If it weren't for the fact that Shen Sen had specially told Zhou Shan not to make too much noise before this departure, otherwise, according to the training habits he had received before, for the unknown enemy, Zhou Shan would have used the most powerful missile to conduct a tentative operation at the beginning.

Large swaths of buildings were like papier-mâché, shattered to pieces by the most ordinary missiles.

The flames soared into the sky, reflecting the desperate faces.

Zhou Shan's expression did not change, and he continued to give orders coldly.

"The two wings meet and the attack begins!"