Umbrella Corporation

Although it is a war between gangs, it does not mean that the battle will always go smoothly.

The gang forces in the area have developed to a level that ordinary people cannot imagine. The weapons they have are no worse than those of regular troops, including rifles, machine guns, anti-material sniper rifles, and even armored vehicles and helicopters in some places.

After the battle started in this slum, gang members in other areas may receive news and come to support. After all, the slums are in a state of anarchy. The managers on weekdays are gangs, and the people in the slums are a kind of resource in the eyes of the gangs.

A slum with more than 100,000 people is just like the classic saying: 100 million people can become a billionaire if each of them gives me one dollar.

The scale of the action of thousands of people is really not small. Even with the assistance of intelligent programs, high-altitude exploration by drones, and scanning with various precision equipment, it is impossible to avoid being discovered by patrolling gangs.

Shortly after 1,500 special operations forces soldiers entered the slums, the 5,000 security guards who surrounded the slums were discovered. These gangs directly used hand-cranked alarms to sound the shrill alarm.

Woo~woo!

"Act as planned!"

A serious order came from the helmet, and the 1,500 soldiers who had quietly sneaked into the slums entered combat mode.

They were like a group of players who had turned on the perspective cheat. The drones suspended in the sky could clearly see everyone hiding in the slums from a God's perspective.

Kevin's five-man team climbed over the wall from the south side of the slum, avoiding the eyes of most gangsters. They held machine guns and rifles, with assaulters in front and machine gunners in the back, and walked carefully through the intricate alleys.

There were many eyes on them from the houses on both sides. There might be gangsters among these people, but the intelligent system could not identify their identities before seeing their faces clearly.

At the beginning of the combat operation, they did not care whether they would be discovered after entering the slums. The purpose of wearing heavy armor was to fight street battles with gangsters.

With the help of technological equipment, they would never be caught off guard in the alleys.

Fifteen hundred soldiers were divided into three hundred teams, and they gradually moved from all directions of the slums to the middle and to the drug distribution points deep in the slums.

If the drug dealers did not want the large amount of wealth in the distribution points to be burned, they had to stand up and stop the soldiers from moving forward.

When the team reached a narrow staircase going up, Kevin saw from his helmet several human silhouettes marked in yellow standing by the window of the house next to the slope, and gently moved his finger to the trigger position.

The other four people in the team also found these yellow figures, and the team leader gently signaled to raise the muzzle and continue to move forward slowly.

The gang leader hiding on both sides of the window of the house looked at the five fully armed soldiers moving slowly on the monitor, licking back and forth excitedly, and his breathing gradually became rapid.

Every gunfight is a test of life and death for these people. Even the military and police have fought back many times. Now they are facing only mercenaries of a company. It doesn’t matter if the equipment looks better.

They all had automatic rifles in their hands. People who often shoot guns know that bullets fired by rifles cannot be protected by ordinary bulletproof vests.

Even if bulletproof vests can protect against them, helmets cannot, so they are very confident that with the sudden attack and the power of automatic rifles, Umbrella will definitely roll out of their territory like the military police.

The heartbeat of the gang leader gradually accelerated. Looking at the approaching minions of the Umbrella Company on the monitor, when they stepped into the distance where they could be hit even if they fired randomly, he immediately shouted into the phone: "Now!"

The gang members who had been waiting for orders stood up immediately, but just as they stretched the muzzles of their guns out of the window, fierce gunshots and dense bullets hit them head-on. Their bodies and the walls were riddled with holes, and the exploding mud and debris covered their miserable appearance.

The first battle in the dark night caused a chain reaction, filling the slums with gunshots. →

As dense as the firecrackers of the Spring Festival, crackling.

The residents hiding in the slum houses were like people who couldn't sleep because of the firecrackers, waiting helplessly for the moment of the end.

But the night is still long, and the battle will not end so soon!

Kevin and his four teammates continued to move forward. Kevin just fired a round with the machine gun. The bullets almost broke the wall of the building. The vibration brought by the machine gun made his blood boil, and he wanted to shoot an empty drum at once.

The real battle made him more excited. The first encounter ended in victory. With a beginning, the subsequent actions were much faster.

The drone in the sky calculated all the personnel flow data below, determined the location of the gangsters based on the activities, and then according to the allocation of the intelligent system, let the nearest team go to those locations to confirm the identity of the moving people.

Kevin's team was assigned to a closer location. There were twelve people gathered at the target who were in a mess and relatively active.

They quickly climbed the stairs, turned left, and soon arrived at the marked target location.

It was a small flat area on the hillside, with a goal on both sides, probably for children to play football.

Twelve people gathered here now, all holding long spears, and the leader seemed to be assigning tasks.

The gunshots from all directions covered up the sound of Kevin's team's movement. Coupled with the special silent treatment of the Guardian suit, the twelve gangsters were shot into sieves by the dense firepower of machine guns and rifles, and then they realized that the enemy had come.

The speed of machine guns killing people should not be much slower than that of combine harvesters cutting wheat. Kevin's team continued to hunt in the middle of the night, passing the twelve gangsters who fell to the ground and died.

Kevin and his team members kept running on the guidance of the mission, killing more than 30 gangsters in the process.

The gangsters were being slaughtered efficiently, and they were originally full of confidence.

The slums are their territory. If you are not a local, you will easily be led astray by the complicated and illogical roads when you come here. Outsiders who come in will only be repelled by their familiarity with the terrain.

At first, they were still calm when they heard the gunshots. The leaders of this slum were still telling adult jokes in the distribution store.

But a few minutes later, when they contacted those small leaders again, they were silent one by one, and gradually realized that something was wrong.

Going to watch the surveillance, everyone was shocked. Their people died just like they were named, so fast that they were caught off guard.

Some lucky guys didn't die immediately, and reported the situation to the leaders with trembling dirty words. As soon as they showed their heads, they would be killed by the storm of bullets. Those people's shooting skills were not very good, but their firepower was strong!

－－－－－－Digression－－－－－－

Ignorant, humble, weak humans, throw away your ignorance. The truth is before us, fear Him! Obey the command of our Lord and purge the darkness! Fallen false gods, burn up, and offer the most gorgeous fireworks for the coming of our Lord!

Lance: I'm just a little cat, why do others want to tear me apart?

Reincarnated cat, lost the ability to empathize, obtained the forbidden code of emotions and knowledge, and saw through everything to become the final ancient god.

"Brother Shen!"

"Yeah!"

When Shen Changqing walked on the road, he would greet or nod to each other when he met someone familiar.

But no matter who it is.

Everyone has no extra expression on their face, as if they are indifferent to everything.

In this regard.

Shen Changqing is used to it.

Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of Daqin. Its main responsibility is to kill demons and monsters. Of course, there are some other side jobs.

It can be said that.

In the Demon Suppression Division, everyone's hands are stained with a lot of blood.

When a person is used to life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.

When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.

The Demon Suppression Division is very large.

Those who can stay in the Demon Suppression Division are all powerful masters, or people with the potential to become masters.

Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.

Among them, the Demon Suppression Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian and the other is the Demon Exorcist.

Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Division starts from the lowest level of the Demon Exorcist,

and then is promoted step by step, and finally has the hope of becoming a Guardian.

Shen Changqing's predecessor was an apprentice demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and also the lowest level demon slayer.

He has the memory of his predecessor.

He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.

It didn't take too long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of an attic.

Unlike other places in the Demon Suppression Division that are full of killing, this attic seems to stand out from the crowd, showing a different tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppression Division.

At this time, the door of the attic was open, and occasionally someone came in and out.

Shen Changqing hesitated for a moment and stepped in.

Entering the attic.

The environment changed in vain.

A burst of ink fragrance mixed with a faint smell of blood came to his face, which made him frown instinctively, but soon stretched.

The bloody smell on everyone in the Demon Suppression Division is almost impossible to clean.

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