Darkness is Coming

   The Black Hawk helicopter has had a number of accidental crashes over its decades-long service, but none have been as spooky as this.

   There were no monsters and no stinger missiles around. Joey swears to God and the old man that the few bullets he just fired into the sky couldn't knock down the Black Hawk helicopter.

   "Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

  Joey shouted and scanned the air with the infrared night vision on his gun. Essen patted Joey on the head anxiously and annoyed, and his big furry hand hit the TBH tactical bulletproof helmet with a clatter.

   "Shut up, Joey!" Essen scolded in a low voice, "You idiot, the sound of gunfire just now may have attracted the attention of the monster!"

  Joy realized that Essen was right, the sound of gunfire could travel far in the silent, empty streets.

   "What should I do, Essen, what should I do? Why did the helicopter crash? What the **** happened? God, God, merciful God..." Joey retracted and squatted against the guardrail of the rooftop, a little incoherent. The world has changed, too fast, too strange, leaving Joey's head in chaos, trying to find solace in religion.

  Essen stuck his head out and looked down. The wreckage of the helicopter was burning. The fire that lit up the block destroyed the hope of survival of the three seriously wounded people behind Essen.

"We have to tell the lieutenant, let the lieutenant contact the command center, and send another helicopter." When he said this, Essen tried to sound calm and confident, but his expression betrayed his heart, and now Los Angeles is everywhere. They are all wounded, and rescue is needed everywhere. The wounded of Bravo's team may not be able to wait for the second rescue helicopter.

   But even if the hope is slim, it is still a try. Essen turned on the walkie-talkie to report to Lieutenant Dave. Joey and the only awake wounded turned their attention to Essen, hoping to hear Lieutenant Dave's affirmative answer from the walkie-talkie speaker. The three waited nervously. , just like Adam and Eve who were made into clay figurines waiting for God to breathe out the breath of life, waiting eagerly, but no one answered, only a dead silence.

   "Damn, this thing is broken." Essen's hands began to tremble, like a hangover alcoholic, stumbled back to Joey, "Joey, try yours!"

   "Same." Joey shook his head in despair.

   Probably believed that he would die, but the wounded lying on the ground calmed down. This rare calm allowed his brain to function normally, and he thought of a possibility: "Essen, is it an electromagnetic pulse bomb?"

  The U.S. military used electromagnetic pulse bombs on the Iraqi battlefield and achieved extraordinary feats. Veterans like Essen, even if they did not understand the working principle of electromagnetic pulse bombs, would not be unfamiliar with this killer.

Essen was stunned for two seconds, then turned back to look at the street under the building. The street lights were all off, and it was pitch black. Only the wreckage of the Black Hawk helicopter had flames rising, casting the shadows of some cars and roadblocks on the walls and the ground. superior.

"Yes, it seems that all electronic equipment has failed. However, our helicopter should have a certain ability to resist electronic interference..." Essen's voice gradually fell, and even the magic fire of **** appeared, what else is impossible what about?

   "Oh, well, it looks like the twenty dollars you owe me can only be repaid to me in another world."

Essen's words made Joey shudder. Now they are trapped on the roof of this building, only ten minutes away from the bustling city of the past, but they have a feeling of being isolated from the world, as if they are trapped in the ocean A small sampan of their own, and a single spray at some point can cause them to drown.

   "Essen, Joey, you should abandon us and leave here." The wounded said slowly.

  Essen gave him a middle finger: "This is a really bad joke, you still have the same lack of humor as before."

   "No, I'm serious." The wounded was very firm, he had thought carefully before making this proposal, "If we can't contact the friendly forces, there will be no rescue troops, we can only wait to die, right?"

   "The Bravo team has a despicable tradition of abandoning its comrades? Is it?" Essen's attitude was even more determined. After answering another rhetorical question with one rhetorical question, he pushed Joey's shoulder, "Joey, what do you think?"

"Without this tradition, we will never abandon our comrades in arms!" Joey didn't even let this thought enter his mind for a few laps, and turned it away. Although he was frightened, it was engraved in his heart and melted. The instinct in the bone marrow will not easily succumb to the fear of death. For soldiers, even if they are not very qualified soldiers like Joey, honor is always more important than life.

"Look, even Joey, a rookie, knows that we never abandon our comrades. But you're right, we can only wait to die if we're stuck here. Since we can't get in touch with Lieutenant Dave, we should find a way to get to Emerosa. The police station will meet them, maybe there will be doctors and medicines there, maybe there will be communication equipment that can be used." Essen got up and started looking for some materials that could be used, preparing to make a simple stretcher, the two wanted to bring The last three seriously wounded, without a reliable stretcher is not enough.

If there is no electromagnetic pulse bomb, Essen can still use his previous unique skills to find a reluctant vehicle from the abandoned vehicles below to start it. Unfortunately, after the Black Hawk helicopter fell, Essen can basically confirm that there are already nearby. There is no means of transportation that can still be used - bicycles are hard to find in Los Angeles, and it is even more impossible to find the tricycles that Chinese people use to transport goods. Even Chinese people in Chinatown don't use tricycles.

"Essen, listen, Joey's gunshots may have attracted monsters before. Bringing us together is not saving us, but killing us. Even if you are lucky and don't encounter monsters, the two of you bring three A seriously wounded man, probably slower than that old tortoise my mother kept. If you really want to save us and keep us alive, instead of using our lives to make a glorious and touching story and give yourself a medal , you should leave us here, rush to the police station alone, meet the lieutenant, and then come to us with the rescue team. With our injuries, we may be able to hold on for a while, as long as you and Joey move fast enough, We still have a chance. On the contrary, if you insist on taking us, we will die."

  The wounded made such a big conversation at a glance like a cannon, and every word hit Joey like a bullet, but Essen remained indifferent.

   "Joey, don't squat anymore, come and make a stretcher with me. This is an apartment building, and we should be able to find sturdy materials."

  Joey stood up, but instead of walking towards Essen, he stood there and said, "Essen, I think he is right. The way to be truly responsible for their lives should be to try his best to rendezvous with the lieutenant or other troops!"

   "You coward!" Essen was furious, turned to stare at Joey, his angry expression froze on his face.

   "Get down, get down!" Essen raised his gun and shouted, Joey fell forward subconsciously, and before his hand touched the ground, Essen pulled the trigger to where Joey was standing just now!

  Da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da.

  After two short bursts, Essen simply pulled the trigger all the way, and before the magazine ran out of bullets he shouted, "Joy, hook up!"

Joey put his hands on the ground, turned over on the ground, raised the automatic rifle in his hand, the **** rested on his shoulders, and finally saw Essen's target, another terrifying monster that looked like It is a giant caterpillar with wings, with agility that does not match its bloated body, with a long, scorpion-like organ attached to its tail, which is stuck on the body of a comatose and seriously wounded. Get down, this long tail should be behind Joey by now.

  Joey resisted the urge to get up and run away, pulled the trigger immediately, and the bullet hit the monster's body, like water seeping into a sponge, without the slightest response.

"Aim for its wings and tail!" Essen changed the magazine and fired again, but the monster didn't want to fight, its wings flapped and flew off the roof, and the long tail hooked up the seriously wounded who couldn't make a sound, like a A lanyard holds a piece of luncheon meat, and a line catches a dead fish.

   "Damn! Damn!" Joey rushed to the rooftop and watched the monster fly away with his comrades. This cruelty made him question the mercy of God.

"Get out of the way!" Essen pushed Joey away rudely, aiming the grenade launcher in his hand at the monster that flew far away, but Essen hesitated for a second, with the monster's current flying height, even if he could knock it down, Casualties caught in the tail will also fall to their death.

   Just as Essen hesitated for a moment, Joey seemed to see a figure flashing on the wall below him, and couldn't help shouting: "Essen! Below!"

Essen immediately turned the muzzle, pointed at the wall below him, and saw a figure running fast on the wall, which looked like a humanoid creature. This time Essen did not hesitate and immediately pulled the trigger. Even if the top agents put on adsorption climbing equipment, they can only climb the floor like rock climbing, and only monsters can run on the wall!

   "Monster" jumped, and stepped on a spider web-like crack on the wall with his right foot. With the power of recoil, he avoided the grenade fired by Essen and rushed straight into the air like a cannonball.

  What he saw next made Joey suspect that he was dreaming: the humanoid easily grabbed the monster's long tail and ripped the monster in two with both hands!

The monster seemed to let out a scream, and large swaths of soft tissue and gray slurry spilled from the air, with more than a dozen warheads sandwiched in it, while the humanoid creature that easily ripped through the monster was holding the wounded that was taken away by the monster, from nearly 20 meters away. of the height to land smoothly.

   "What is that? Superman? Military super soldier?" Essen groaned weakly.

  Joey looked sluggish and shook his head stiffly. He saw the "Superman" tearing apart the monster carrying their comrades over the eaves and leaping to the rooftop. Judging from his skin color and facial features, he was a yellow race.

"He's dead, I'm sorry." The yellow-skinned Superman said a few words in a blunt accent, even missing the verb be, which shows how low his English level is, which makes Joey more sure that he is not a A federal citizen, but he looks human at least.

  Essen's Adam's apple agitated and asked, "Huaxia Kungfu?"

  Essen didn't get a response, and Joey tried his best to ask another question in a friendly tone: "Who are you?"

The yellow-skinned Superman could understand Joey, and he pointed his finger at himself, then at Joey, and said slowly, "I, we, yours, savior, hero. We, protector, Los Angeles. We, protect, the United States!"

  Joey breathed a sigh of relief, and clicked on the top of his shoulders and his chest, forming a cross.

   God is merciful after all, and he finally sent messengers to save believers in suffering.