bloom america

"Retreat quickly! Retreat!"

"You continue to cover and fire!"

Holloway's face was livid, and he roared at the top of his lungs.

"But the door is open...?"

The soldiers were a little confused about the commander's order, but the pilot lifted the helicopter up without hesitation.

When the girl suddenly appeared, Holloway realized that everything was over.

"Ah la la, it turns out this is the mastermind hiding behind the scenes."

The girl immediately raised her hand.

However, at this time, the soldiers on the ground had already opened fire on the girl.

"Should I say you are commendable for your courage, or should I say you are a bunch of fools trying to fly moths into a flame?"

The girl withstood the bullets, and the shield built in front of her by the gauntlet blocked most of the attacks.

"The girl did not take action, but the automatic machine guns on both sides of her made frightening sounds."

"ah!!"

Caught off guard, everyone was enveloped by bullets...

Then, they all fell to the ground.

However, this is not the end.

The girl stretched out her hand.

Bullets poured out from the gauntlet.

In just ten seconds, there was no longer a living person standing in front of her.

But at this time, Holloway's helicopter had seized the time to lift into the air.

The girl raised her hand and aimed at the helicopter.

"Um……?"

At this moment, the Soviets had already rushed over.

"It's easier for you..."

The girl murmured and prepared to return to the submarine. But at this time, the girl discovered Sheffield who had not yet expired.

"If you're not dead yet..."

The girl went over, then picked up Sheffield and entered the submarine.

"Full fire, I don't want to see another living person in this place."

With that said, the girl no longer cares about things here.

But at this time, the outside of Song of the Sky began to undergo huge changes.

"Stop!"

Balalaika glanced at Price, who was captured by him, and then looked at the strange submarine in the distance.

"Now we retreat..."

She frowned and then signaled the people below to step back.

"retreat!"

There are no political commissars in Moscow hotels.

In the Moscow Hotel, Balalaika was the political commissar, the captain, and the commander.

Balalaika's consciousness was revered by the entire Moscow hotel.

Even though they knew victory was right around the corner, the entire army began to retreat quickly and decisively when they received this order.

At this moment, all 24 launch tubes were opened. The missiles were quickly launched.

"Oops! Hide! Hide immediately!"

Balalaika gave the order again.

The missile bombardment is far less impressive than the fire coverage.

However, the lethality of such a missile is unlimited.

There were a total of 120 missiles. After five rounds of bombing, the entire coast was in a mess.

Moreover, these missiles themselves are guided missiles. With the help of infrared sensors, the missiles are specifically targeted at crowded places.

Although Balalaika issued the order immediately.

But now, hearing the wailing all over the ground, Balalaika's heart still twitched.

"There is such force..."

She clenched her hands, but didn't know what to say.

Balalaika was lucky enough to escape because of the distance, but she didn't know what happened to the others.

"Buy ..."

The submarine made a huge buzzing sound, obviously half of the land. At this time, the submarine began to move. Soon, the submarine completely entered the sea.

"..."

Barlarda looked at the distance, but didn't know what was thinking.

Suddenly, she felt a little red in front of her.

A stone scratched Ballarca's skin, and the blood flowed down.

"We ... retreat."

In the face of such a war machine, they have no resistance.

It is as if when they clean up the group of Americans, they have no resistance.

"This is not our battlefield, now ... we should go."

Nympho

At 10 am on May 26, 1983,

"cut……"

Mitchell put down his right hand. The shield on his hand seemed to blend with Mitchell's arm like a liquid, and then disappeared.

In the distance, a black ghost is constantly moving and changing the pace.

Mitchell suddenly rushed up, and at this time, his right hand became a sharp claw!

However, Wang Shaotang flashed exquisitely, and Mitchell just took away a small piece of cloth on the other party's cloth.

The two sides confronted each other again.

"Wang Shaotang, I know you, but my task has nothing to do with you this time, I don't want to be enemy with you, do you understand?"

Mitchell's mission is another existence.

--clown.

However, at this time, another person was here to stop Michell's footsteps.

——Wang Shaotang.

When Mitchell was a bounty hunter in Vietnam, he heard the name of this person.

Wang Shaotang, a crazy person, an unreasonable person.

Killer, spy, demon.

At this time, this ghost is intercepting in front of him.

Block your own pace.

"What do you want to do?"

Mitchell looked at each other, and then he subconsciously touched his black right hand.

This is not Mitchell's hand.

Or ... this is not a hand at all.

This is the "biological extension plug -in".

Black liquid -shaped objects build the shape of the arm.

Although the color cannot be changed, it can change into a favorable form.

Outstanding effects.

Whether it is a gun, a cold weapon, or a defensive forces, there is no problem.

As long as the core is still. Such a product can be said to exist infinitely.

Wang Shaotang didn't speak.

At this time, Mitchell was wrapped his whole body with black material.

At least ... can stop each other.

Although a period of time for bounty hunters for a while. In recent years, Mitchell has been troubled by muscle atrophy. It can be said that Catherine's Ark Lab saved Michell.

Without the Ark, there is no Michell's today.

However, because he hasn't shot many years, his actions are a bit slow. When facing a strong opponent like Wang Shaotang, Mitchell can only choose the most secure way.

—— Michel's weakness is the core of the shoulder control, which destroys the core of control. His right hand and the powerful armed forces there will be completely unavailable at all.

Perhaps making yourself a whole body protection will reduce your attack ability. But for Mitchell, this is worth it.

As long as your control center is not destroyed by the other party, he will be invincible.

Well, in fact, you can't say that. If Wang Shaotang adopts a delay in tactics, Mitchell will soon be exhausted.

This arm doesn't matter in normal times, but when fighting, it consumes more energy than ordinary people's arms can match.

"I'm sorry, but right now, this road is blocked."

The sound of a black ghost.

"..."

Mitchell's bullets had been exhausted before, and now, he could not break through the opponent's defense - Wang Shaotang was still wearing an armor next to his body.

That was the armor given to him by CIA. When he was in Iran, Wang Shaotang used this armor to perform a scene that disgraced Iran.

Until now, it can be said that Wang Shaotang has been on the other party's death warrant.

Without that armor, Mitchell might still be able to break through the opponent.

But now...he doesn't think that is possible.

And if it had been a few years ago, Mitchell would have been able to do it.

But unfortunately, it seems impossible today as my body is recovering.

"Just...over here?"

Suddenly, there was a sound in the distance.

Who is he?!

Americans? Soviets? Or associates of Wang Shaotang?

Or...reinforcements?

While Mitchell was watching Wang Shaotang, he was alert to the place where the sound came from.

At this time, Mitchell noticed that Wang Shaotang's pace had changed significantly!

What's going on?!

Is it...the other party's companion?

"It seems I can only play with you next time... Sorry, it seems that today is not the time."

Saying this, the black ghost retreated quickly and quickly escaped from their sight.

"It's her!"

Rasheed was so excited that he wanted to rush forward, but Brad held him back.

"Don't go up, it's dangerous!"

Brad had noticed that Wang Shaotang was holding a gun in his hand, and it was pointed at the two of them.

"Who are you?"

At this time, Mitchell already had a short knife in his hand.

"It's your reinforcements, Mitchell."

"Fatima" came from behind.

"Who are you……?"

"Your boss."

"!!!"

“The bio extension looks pretty good.”

Catherine, who was under Fatima's skin, chuckled.

…

"...Dad, it's time to eat."

Fatima, who was locked in the villa, served the meal.

"Well, okay."

Fatima's father looked at his daughter tenderly.

The two have been here for several months.

Under house arrest here.

Moreover, Fatima’s press pass and identity certificate were also taken away.

There's no way they can leave here now.

There are soldiers with guns and ammunition outside, and there are surveillance cameras.

For several months, Fatima also speculated about who locked her here, but unfortunately, such speculation was meaningless because no one paid attention to them at all.

Except for the food that is delivered every day and the TV that allows them to understand the outside world, they have nothing.

Speaking of which, Fatima actually feels quite good about such a life, as she can live a life without shame or impatience with her father every day.

This is unprecedented freedom.

"Who are these people?" Fatima looked out again. Normally, there were soldiers standing there, but this time she looked over... and there was nothing there.

She hurried out, only to find that the guards had disappeared!

"this……"

She was stunned.

But the fact is that her use value is gone, so naturally no one will imprison them anymore.

…

Changing history is my favorite thing, so I don’t like to follow the historical trajectory.

If nothing changes, it means nothing.

My cousin got married this year, and I was completely shocked and at a low ebb. (To be continued...)

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