Center for the Protection of Human Civilization

(Recently, I played Darktide, and I feel like I'm loyal, and Binzhou is starting to glow golden, and the next book to start a war hammer.)

"Foreign merchants? Business license, passport and cargo contents.

In the improvised tent sat a man with a fleshy face, dressed in a sewn civilian bulletproof vest and carrying an assault rifle on his shoulder, led by a table and dusty glasses.

Obviously, this is a part-time gangster player.

"It's all here.

Kobosi skillfully handed out the passport, and the man took it and opened it and was stunned for a second, and then quickly signed the document with a smile.

"300 euros is a common unit, you can live happily for a day on the side of the wall, you don't have to climb over the wall, and you can play for a month in the entertainment venues here, no one will refuse.

Coops sat in the bumpy car, smoking a cigarette and Ryan explained.

"I didn't expect that you would also use money to bribe the gangsters one day.

Ryan chuckled under his breath, PG's style was simple: to see the criminals go out of their way to erase them.

"It's a compulsory course, and as you know, every PG member is chosen from an environment where criminals have ruined their homes, it's the instinct of people living in the slums.

Cobos shook his head, looking indifferent, but quietly glanced at Modis sitting in the passenger seat, and whispered

, "Especially that Modis,

don't underestimate him... Do you know what we called him at the time: an evil spirit born of anger?

"Oh....."

Just as Ryan was interested, the truck suddenly let out a sharp explosion and slowly stopped down the street...

"What?"

Ryan's alertness as a soldier made Ryan react quickly, and Kobos raised his gun instantly, and the driver scolded in a low voice:

"It's damned! It's okay, it's an old problem, it's already past the annual inspection, and I don't know where to pick it up..."

The driver's teeth and tongue smeared on the ground, and the body, which had lost half of its brain, twitched unconsciously and crashed to the ground.

Modis, who was sitting in the co-pilot, put away his pistol expressionlessly, looked at the stunned Kobos, and calmly elaborated in a hoarse voice:

"There is an ambush.

In the next second, Ryan did not hesitate at all, and directly pulled out the electromagnetic pistol on his waist, and sure enough, the place where the vehicle broke down was less than 100 meters away from the toll booth, and at the moment when the gun rang out, the black hole muzzle was aimed at the direction of the truck.

Almost instantly, Albert hit the ground on his toes and slid the truck down dozens of centimeters, slamming the chassis into the ground with a deafening clang, and his body rose from the ground to a height of nearly three stories and landed steadily on the top floor of the shantytown.

Consistently in the top three of more than a dozen task forces, he shows the complete opposite of what he is: a deadly, rational and accurate sniper.

Although he was seasick and had to die during the three-day voyage, and he didn't let go of a fart on the way to slow down, now, he can react as quickly as possible.

"None of the civilians in the vicinity have been evacuated, but there are many unknown armed men in the vicinity, numbering dozens or so, armed with light weapons, and armored vehicles and .... Power armor.

Albert tore off his leather shoes, which had been shattered by the sudden movement, shook his still dizzy head, pulled out the whispering marksman rifle on the inside of his suit, and quickly reloaded the bullets.

"It seems to have been premeditated... How did you find out about Modis, (in foul English)... Power armor, this new thing?"

Cobos cursed in a low voice, following Modis, who had already quickly burrowed into the alley, a standard tactical team of four people made their way through the interior of this complex slum.

"Intuition.

Modis replied dryly, calmly analyzing as he ran.

"It's a clear strategic disadvantage, surrounded on all sides by tall buildings and shantytowns, and the sound is the sound of a miniature TNT explosion, not normal vehicle damage.

"Their target shouldn't be us, Chief Lane, but you, Kobos. "

Me?"

Kobos pondered for a moment, immediately understanding what Modis meant.

If it were to deal with the people of the company, they would use more power, and it would not be these twenty or so people.... Ryan and Albert, who have evolved through potions to be close to innate martial artists, can't keep even the more than 100 people in the ordinary army.

"I'm sorry... It seems that in the end, it still missed.

Kobos took a deep breath, and although he still couldn't figure out how he had exposed his target, there was no other way but to resist.

"It's okay, just concentrate on fighting.

Although this number is not enough to kill a few people, in the middle of the city, the ability of four people to stay forever... I'm afraid the plan to find the girl will have to be discussed later.

The thought of this makes Ryan's head hurt... The first time I went out to work, the result was this incident, and in this dilapidated city, how long can a girl who has no support, no background, and no ability to survive survive?

The incident happened suddenly, when the four of them rushed into the alleys of the shantytown, some open-air shops were still open, and when they heard the sound of gunfights, they skillfully picked up their things as if they were accustomed to them, rushed directly into the shack behind them, and firmly closed the windows and gates.

"Disperse, find tactical positions.

As the only person wearing an exoskeleton, Modis reached out and tore off the manhole cover on the ground and stopped in front of him, and in just a moment, a group of gangsters wearing improvised bulletproof clothes appeared on the street, and without saying a word, they began to shoot.

The bullets were overwhelming, but unfortunately, the shooting accuracy of these guys was only comparable to that of the Blood Cross.

According to the movements that Ryan has rehearsed for an unknown number of times, the electromagnetic pistol switches to high-energy mode and prepares to shoot....

Bang! The

shot of the electromagnetic pistol emitted a blue light, instantly shattering the three gang members on the street, and the bullet of the electromagnetic pistol was a rocket-propelled projectile, which would self-detonate within a kilometer, and start to boost a kilometer away.

Naturally, he didn't shoot stupidly in the bunker, he rolled into the bunker on the other side, but the gangster, who had no tactics at all, was startled by this sudden, like a rocket attack, and shot desperately at the light source.

Soon there were frightened cries from the surrounding shacks.

The stolen iron sheet of the shack from nowhere could not withstand the bullets, and even the inferior bullets of the gangsters could easily penetrate them, and in just a few seconds, shouts, frightened footsteps, and whispered angry curses filled the streets.

Ryan subconsciously rolled and regretted it in the next second.

He distinctly heard the crisp explosion of bones in the shack where he had just taken refuge, followed by a silent fall to the ground, followed by the sound of a little girl's bare feet stomping on the ground with a cry in fear, and the sound of arterial blood gushing.

He would rather hear the screams of the girl's mother....

"Blood!Mom, you, how are you bleeding.... Daddy, Daddy, Where's Daddy!"

"Woooo

For a moment, the strong emotional impact made his brain almost stunned.

Sensuality told him to go in quickly to see the life and death inside, but reason told him that now when he went in, it was not only the little girl's mother who died.

Their bullets pierced through countless huts, and their screams were incessant...

"Grass Beach Mother's gangster...."

Ryan's eyes turned red in an instant, and his guilt instantly turned into extreme anger against the gangster, and the strengthened body injected excessive adrenaline into the body, and those cowardly emotions in the past seemed to be abandoned at this moment, leaving only the most primitive anger.

"Ryan! you don't want to die if you step on a horse..."

, Coboth's exclamation in his ears was forgotten, and Ryan only felt that the muscles in his whole body were desperate to support him, and the concrete ground under his feet let out a mournful roar as if he had been trampled by a giant elephant.

Combat literacy, the pros and cons of rational analysis ... It doesn't matter anymore at the moment.

Kill them.

Kill them all.

Tear them apart, crush them ....