Darkness is Coming

  Individual strength is too small to face monsters.

  The power of monsters is even smaller in the face of technology.

  Joey thought that if giants like the AC-130U could fill the skies over Los Angeles, the battle would be easy.

It is a pity that Rockwell has only produced a total of 13 AC-130Us, plus the predecessors who have served longer than it, the number of ground attack aircraft that can be mobilized to the Los Angeles theater is far from enough to cover Los Angeles, which has become a meat grinder. war zone. The Chinese saying, a glass of water can't save a burning vehicle full of wood, presumably describes this situation.

From time to time, missiles with smoke tails swept past, passing overhead with a whistling sound. Joey learned from the veterans that it was not an alien missile, but a cruise missile launched by his own people, which was specially used to solve a certain problem. Some monsters that stay in one place like the previous "Cerberus".

The three-headed monster is similar in appearance to the three-headed dog in Greek mythology, so it is called the three-headed dog of hell. It does have the ability to open the gate of hell: the three heads can jet at a speed of no less than The blue-violet fireball of the bow and arrow will not explode like a grenade when it hits the target, but it will stick to the target like a white phosphorus incendiary bomb or napalm. The target burned clean and nothing was left.

  The Bravo team encountered a second three-headed Cerberus on the way to the Emorosa police station, and Joey saw a blue-purple fireball the size of a basketball charring a truck.

The poor truck driver jumped out of the car, but the Cerberus didn't let him go easily, but fired a football-sized fireball from the hole in the middle of the other head, and threw it on the trucker's back. The fireball was not as big as the previous one. big, but it burns truckers to ashes far faster than trucks to coke.

   Before the flames spread to the truck's fuel tank and exploded, the truck driver was turned to ashes, leaving no trace. That's probably not entirely true, as the truck driver screamed and rushed to a store in an attempt to get help as the flames clinged to his back. The blue-purple flames were not easily extinguished, but climbed up the doors, windows, floors and containers of the store and continued to burn.

   And what about the truck? After a violent explosion, the truck sent parts with strange flames flying everywhere. No matter where it flew, no matter what it came in contact with, the desperate flames would devour everything like the rumored army ants.

   Let the flames cursed by this devil spread, without the need for other monsters to destroy, just a handful of blue sparks can burn down Los Angeles. Luckily, God forbid, the fireball-spitting three-headed hellhound stood there and started smashing it after destroying the truck - for some reason, these monsters seem to like to be violent to cars - and then ground troops Laser-guided Tomahawk cruise missile hits.

  After the three-headed Cerberus died completely, the flames it brought to this world were immediately extinguished. It was still burning in the last second, and the unstoppable and unstoppable strange flames disappeared at the moment when the three-headed Cerberus was hit by the Tomahawk cruise missile. The ashes and the burnt and scorched objects told everyone that what happened just now was not a dream, but an undoubted reality.

   "What is that? Is it magic? Or witchcraft?" Joey murmured with a dull expression.

   This time no one laughed at him for being a bitch, including the well-informed Lieutenant Dave and Staff Sergeant with their eyes and mouths wide open, unable to believe what they saw.

"Damn, who knows what that is? I think it is the three-headed dog in the mythology. Yes, it is Satan's minions, and it is the curse of the devil!" Youjia's veteran Essen spat **** saliva on the ground. He was so frightened just now that he bit the tip of his tongue.

  Joey frowned and did not correct him that Cerberus (the three-headed dog of hell) was actually the demon who guarded the gate of Hades, and had nothing to do with Satan. Joey thought to himself: This world is obviously no longer what he used to understand. Since the three-headed dog and the fire of **** are all in front of us, will there be superheroes?

"We are still one block away from the Emerosa police station, Joey, Essen, listen carefully! You take the wounded up to the roof of the building, and a rescue helicopter will arrive soon, let the helicopter take the wounded away, you stay and observe If anything happens, use the walkie-talkie to notify us in time! Others will follow me to the police station, ready to take the trapped civilians back the same way!"

Lieutenant Dave's order came from the walkie-talkie. Although the Bravo team's mission was to evacuate the people in the police station and have been avoiding frontal battles with monsters, they still suffered heavy casualties along the way. Two scouts were killed and three team members were seriously injured. At the cost, the wounded have completely lost their combat effectiveness and mobility, and become a burden.

  The Bravo team cannot continue on the road with the burden, so they must leave two able-bodied soldiers to look after the wounded and serve as observation posts to observe the surrounding situation. If the situation changes, they can notify Lieutenant Dave in time. Otherwise, if the civilian team evacuating the police station were to run into the hellish monster head-on, Lieutenant Dave could seriously consider whether to shoot him in the head cleanly, or survive back to the rear and go to court-martial.

Joey and Essen had no objection. The surrounding streets were all ploughed by artillery fire. Looking around, they couldn't see the messy fleeing civilians, nor the monsters that seemed to come out of horror movies and sci-fi war movies. They stayed to take care of the wounded. Much safer than moving on to a police station where the situation is unknown.

The two of them worked hard to bring the wounded to the rooftop. On the rooftop, they could not only observe the movements of the surrounding streets, but also facilitate the take-off and landing of rescue helicopters. When they got to the top of the building, they didn't even have a chance to escape.

   "Damn the weather, is the moon scared away by these monsters? If the moonlight is bright enough, this battle won't be so difficult." Essen gasped and complained.

Joey didn't speak, and the only seriously wounded man who had the strength to speak responded to Essen with a wry smile: "There are flares everywhere, we don't need the ruthless **** Moon. Essen, my old man, give your stash to I have some, a shot of morphine is not enough to relieve my pain, I need alcohol, oh, wonderful alcohol."

"Twenty dollars a bottle." Essen took out a few mini wine bottles with cocktails out of nowhere, unscrewed the caps and handed them to the wounded's mouth. Intoxicating.

  The wounded did not make a counteroffer. If he could go back alive, the luxury of a mouthful of twenty dollars is not too much. If he could not go back alive, then let Essen go to Los Angeles National Cemetery to dig his coffin!

The mini wine bottle does not look much different from the normal size wine bottle. The details are exactly the same, but the volume is too small. The miniature version of the mini wine bottle is only the length of a finger, and the volume is only a few milliliters to a dozen milliliters. a bottle.

   "It would be a pity if I remembered to bring that pack of cigars." Essen threw a small bottle to Joey and opened it himself. The remaining two wounded were almost unconscious, and Essen did not share it with them.

Joey gave Essen a thankful look, unscrewed the bottle cap and poured the spirits into his mouth. The liquor flowed through the tongue coating into his throat, down the esophagus, and a warm current passed from his chest and abdomen to Joe. Yi brought some comfort.

   "Thank you." Joey thanked Essen.

  Essen shook his head: "No thanks, twenty dollars a bottle."

  Joey immediately wanted to spit out the wine he just drank and spit it on Essen's face.

"You know what?" Essen unscrewed the cap of another mini wine bottle and smiled at Joey, "I especially like this kind of small wine bottle, it's very delicate, every time I hold this kind of mini wine bottle , would imagine it as a normal-sized wine bottle and pretend to be a giant.”

  Joey smiled, not knowing whether it was Essen's joke or the chemical reaction of alcohol entering his body, the pale face on both sides of his cheeks improved a lot.

   "Swear to God, I really didn't know you had such a childish idea."

  Essen glared and was about to say something when he heard the sound of the helicopter's propeller spinning in the air above. Looking up, a UH-60 medium utility helicopter (Black Hawk helicopter) was hovering above. Essen quickly turned around and ran to the edge of the rooftop, waving his arms at the helicopter.

   "Here, here!"

   Perhaps because of the obstruction of sight at night, the pilot of the helicopter did not immediately notice Essen on the rooftop. Joey hurriedly ran to Essen's side, raised his automatic rifle and fired a few shots into the sky.

  The sound of gunfire and the fire at the muzzle attracted the attention of the helicopter pilot. The helicopter turned around and approached the rooftop where Joey Essen was.

   Seeing that it was about to land on the rooftop, the helicopter suddenly looked like a bird hit by a shotgun. After a moment of sluggishness, it turned somersaults and fell down. The roaring explosion ruthlessly interrupted Essen and Joey's cheers.

(Today is another 8,000-word update. I tried my best and tried my best, but I have no results and no recommendation. It’s really uncomfortable. I really don’t want to open anti-piracy chapters for the reading experience, and I don’t want to give up this book, please. , request genuine subscription support!! If you have the ability, make up a subscription, please! I really need your help T^T)