"Naan, you stir up a magnetic storm, guard the gate, I'll go to the dressing room and manually detonate the nuclear weapon!" He stood up with his automatic rifle in his hand, and slammed into the back of the stage as he skillfully changed his magazine. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Roasted naan, like him, endured the torment of waiting to run to heaven, but nothing happened.

The feeling of being reincarnated as a human made this guy go crazy, and he pulled down the box-type switch in his hand.

After only a second, a hemispherical layer of blue light rapidly expanded from above the Kodak theater, like a giant soap bubble, coming and disappearing as fast as it came......

Within a three-kilometer radius of the hemisphere, from the air to the ground, there are momentary arcs of electric depletion.

Eight unmanned planes, those that had just arrived and those who were evacuating, all planted headlong and pestled out eight deep pits in the ground. Heavy oil then caused combustion and local explosions.

In this part of Hollywood, all appliances have lost their function.

Without the suppression of the on-board Gatling, the automatic rifle regained its hegemony. Roasted Naan got up and shot at the door, but somehow, no one shot back outside.

......

Zong Fang looked behind the bunker at five or six Defense Department agents, all of whom were scrambling to hammer the weapons in their hands. I couldn't help but ask, "What's the situation?"

"The electronic fingerprint lock is out of order, and the bolt safety locks automatically!" replied one of the agent heads, without looking up.

Zong Fang checked the gun she had just borrowed in her hand, and sure enough, she shook her head, "The sad ...... of scientific and technological progress"

Under the cover of magnetic storms, America's new standard weapons have become scrap metal, very safe scrap metal.

Suddenly, she saw Kazeshino behind the doorpost step out of the hidden spot and swaggered into the foyer.

"No-" Zong Fang was anxious!

......

Even more stunned was the roasted naan.

At the age of fifteen, the for-faith Alepbo warrior joined the "holy war" and is only in his early twenties, but he is already a battle-hardened veteran. I'm used to seeing horror and gore, but I've never seen this amazing scene in front of me.

The feeling of a fully automatic assault rifle trembling in his own hands was real, and the sustained recoil had already made his shoulders slightly swollen.

But the equally young figure pointed by the tongue of fire was like a lonely boat swaying in the wind and rain, staggering towards him step by step against a stormy bullet, persistent and confident.

The naan squeezed his eyes vigorously to confirm that it was not a hallucination.

He clearly saw that at least half of the bullets he fired had hit the target, but no matter where they fired, they only changed the outline and shape of the local flesh, and then quickly rebounded, changing the direction of the deformed warhead and landing on the marble floor, making a series of clanging crunching sounds.

This expensive modified version of the German Heckler-Koch G36 rifle in his hand can shred all flesh, including all rubber oak bark and elephant skin......

But why doesn't it work for this guy?

The muzzle is dumb, and the warehouse is empty again. He looked down and hurriedly changed the magazine, and when he looked up again, the man was already in front of him.

For the first time, two young faces from East and West Asia met each other up close, on the land of America.

With a smirk of surprise and pride, Feng Xiao took the lead.

He didn't punch or kick, he just held down the body of the opponent's rifle.

The roasted naan struggled to break free, and the two of them pressed their foreheads together in the battle.

A faint golden light flickered between the two smooth heads, and the roasted naan went black before it lit up again. The whole world turned black and white in his eyes.

In the messy theater foyer, there were many shadows, in addition to the mysterious Oriental man in front of him, there were two American patrol officers, and four or five members of the terrorist organization commando, all of them naked, wandering unconsciously and unconsciously wandering.

They are all translucent, their eyes empty and confused, as if waiting for something, and as if they are in despair.

"Remember me?" a naked police officer instantly floated to the side of the roasted naan and whispered in his ear, "The one you just tricked into the hallway and shot is you, the one who shot me from behind." I have four daughters at home waiting for me to go back, and today is the birthday of the youngest Emily, who is only four years old......"

The roasted naan shuddered for a moment, and subconsciously shrank his body.

Another naked terrorist squeezed the officer out of his place and continued to whisper, "Liars are liars...... I died in the backstage dressing room, and after waiting so long, there was no Sage to take me to Heaven. Where is it......, a passage full of light?"

Ghosts!All wandering lonely souls - the last line of defense in the heart of the roasted naan collapsed, and he let go of his grip on the rifle and let the Orientals grasp it. I am also in infinite confusion.

Feng Xiao picked up the rifle that had just changed hands, aimed at the lost opponent, and then turned the butt of the rifle and smashed it on his forehead!

The baked naan fainted on the marble floor, temporarily ending the confusion.

Feng Xiao looked at the ground, "I'm sorry, but I let you share the yin and yang eyes for free." I didn't have time to say hello beforehand, so I was scared of you......"

He threw away the heavy rifle in his hand, and to be honest, he had not used it and was not interested in using it.

I inspected my body again, there are a lot of big holes in the sweater, which I bought with a school scholarship before going abroad, imitating pure cashmere, which is not a famous brand, but it is by no means cheap. It's a pity......

The flesh exposed in the hole was not damaged, only the patches were flushed, as if they had been kissed passionately by something.

Of course, he knew very well that those things were the rifle bullets that had just rained down on him.

"Hehe, it seems that I chose the right ......," Feng Xiao muttered to himself, "What a strong ontological Dao method." All it takes is a flash of thought -- I wonder how long it will last? I need to hurry!"

He quickened his pace and continued his march towards the depths of the theater.

......

The dressing room was left in darkness, and it was located inside the theater, with no external windows, and was lit by lamps.

Under the influence of magnetic storms, power outages are the subject of a six-kilometer radius, and this is no exception.

A dozen heavy breaths staggered in the darkness.

"Let's get out, there must be keys on the bodies of those terrorists. This rich steroid voice undoubtedly belongs to Schwarzen.

"Wait, there's gunfire outside. It's safer here for the time being......" was the voice of Powell, a senior agent at the Ministry of Defense.

"This boxing law seems to be in effect, at least for now we are not yet a fly ash under nuclear weapons. "This is the voice of a bald old man.

"That little thing is about a little more than 30 kilograms, and the power of an explosion caused by conventional enriched uranium is equivalent to the equivalent of 10 to 20 tons of TN.t explosives, and this power is no problem blowing up several buildings.

As for the killing and injury of people, people within a radius of 150 meters of the explosion point will definitely die on the spot, people within a radius of 400 meters will also be exposed to extreme radiation and die quickly, and people within a radius of 4 kilometers will be contaminated with radioactivity to varying degrees. This is the voice of the old man in sunglasses.

"So, it's just a toy. "This is the voice of the pipe dude.

"Babbling, babbling, babbling...... "This is Hogan's voice.......

His personal secretary, the lady, immediately translated, "Although the power is small, the cascading effect is not small." This is Hollywood, and even if you ignore us old guys who are dying, there are countless big names in the entertainment industry who live or work nearby, and any one of them has hundreds of millions of fans watching.

The greatest damage is nothing more than the psychological killing of a specific group of people. Once this little toy is detonated here, it will cause social upheaval far beyond the thousand-fold equivalent of a mass killer detonated in the desert. This is a benefit that Great Isetan likes to see, and it is also an effect that America cannot afford. ”

"Agree to add one. This is Ms. Tan Youyou's praise.

The improvised welded steel lock was opened by a magnetic card from the outside, and the door was kicked open. The glare of the tactical flashlight came in, and only this primitive electronic equipment survived the magnetic storm because it was not turned on in advance.

Blinded by the irradiation, Schwarzen raised his hand to block his eyes, "Is it SWAT? We're saved! Escort us out—"

Ghee in the backlight said in a hoarse voice, "I'll send you to hell!" and immediately raised the rifle in his hand.

At the last moment, another black shadow pounced from behind him, lying directly on his back, wrapping his limbs around his opponent.

The muzzle of the ghee gun was forced to, and a string of bullets flew up to the ceiling, and the roar shook the room, echoing incessantly. Flashlights tumbled down the floor, and a series of messy figures swept out from the bright and extinguished beams, making the scene even more chaotic.

Bauer was still lying on the floor, holding a terrorist shotgun in his hand that had been picked up from the corpses everywhere, aiming at the doorway, but he was afraid of being injured by mistake, so he didn't shoot for a long time.

Ghee struggled to unravel the not-so-thick arm that was locked in his throat, and to his astonishment, it was not strong, but it was extremely elastic, and seemed to defy the primitive properties of bones and muscles. It was more like a thick rubber band, and as soon as it was loosened, it immediately bounced back! and it was tighter, tighter, so that he couldn't breathe.

He struggled to contract his right leg, pulled out the saber from his boot, and stabbed it behind his back with a backhand!

Stabbed - apparently the darkness helped, the man didn't see the sudden blade.

The sharp tip of the saber seemed to pick on a tough membrane, and it did not open any opening, but only stretched the skin three inches with inertia, and when the strength was old, the skin quickly rebounded, and the blade slipped off the side......

I'll stab again!I'll stab! I'll stab!

The knife returned in vain, and the suffocation made the ghee gradually lose its strength. In his last lucidity, he seemed to catch a glimpse of a young Oriental face, white and beardless, so delicate that it seemed to have nothing to do with violence.

Well, I'm going to sleep...... Thinking so, Ghee fell into a coma.

......

"It's okay, get up—he's out of power......"

Eighth Brother Lin in the room and Zong Fang, who had just run in the corridor, shouted this sentence almost at the same time.

Feng Xiao let go of the limbs coiled over the terrorist's body, slowly rolled over and rolled to the floor, forming a large shape and facing the sky on his back, and the dust falling from the bullet holes in the ceiling made him cough twice.

Too tired—he thought.

Fortunately, Lin Lao was okay when he heard the voice, and Sister Fang was fine. I am not negligent......

rushed in all the way, knocking over two in a row, but none of them hit the killer. If you can't end violence if you don't take people's lives, why do you have to kill them?

What kind of routine was this just now? Suppressing violence with "hugging"? He thought about it, and laughed silently again.

His own ontological Dao method was once again verified, and the result of the actual battle was -- invulnerable, real! If it is fake! Hahahahahaha, I am afraid that I will wake up laughing in my dreams.

"Hey, young man!" Schwarzen's big head appeared above his face.

"Hi Terminator...... Sorry for stealing your show. "Feng Xiao is happy.