Umbrella Corporation

"All our people are dead. Send someone over quickly. Those damn bastards have strong firepower! Send someone to support us!"

After the leader of the distribution point hung up the call for help, his phone rang again. He was annoyed and could only answer the phone again.

The gunfire outside never stopped. A total of more than 400 people died during this period of time. I don't know how many people are still alive.

The signal of the slum was not blocked. The purpose was to let the drug dealers ask for help, reduce the difficulty of the next operation, and show their strength to the outside world.

"Who are you? Uh, what can I do for you, Boss Guador?"

The second call came from the boss of the gang that controlled several nearby slums. He has now left the slum and called them from a safe house.

The distribution store leader, who was originally crazy, was as obedient as a puppy after hearing Guador's voice. He nodded and bowed, and then his eyes flickered, praising the boss for his wisdom.

After the call ended, the leader walked out of the room and said to the thugs who were hesitating outside: "Go call all the people outside back. Ten of you go find a few empty guns and give them to ordinary people. Tie their hands and push them out. The more the better! We will stay here and support will arrive soon!"

The plan arranged by the boss himself was really ingenious. The bastards of the umbrella group killed so many poor people and were beaten back by them. After that, they bought off the media and slandered the umbrella group for slaughtering the poor. They will definitely roll back to America with their trousers in their pockets.

The boss is the boss. He can always come up with ideas that he can't think of!

Knowing that there will be support soon, the gangsters who were almost desperate rekindled their hope and went to arrange tasks with ghosts and wolves howling. Many civilians were caught from their homes, their mouths sealed, their hands tied, and they walked towards the place where the gunshots came from under the coercion of gunpoint.

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In the wasteland being developed outside the slums, inside several bloated armored vehicles.

The Umbrella staff in black uniforms were processing various reported information, correcting some questionable data, recording minor problems in the system operation, and optimizing and upgrading this individual combat system in the future.

A female staff member in the deepest part of the car locked her blue eyes on the information flowing on the screen. After a while, she pressed the headset and said quickly: "The source of the signal has been tracked, Janeiro, Flemish Beach, Flemish-20, Normando Hotel."

"Understood."

Located in a military base somewhere, two Quinjet fighters set off with 20 special operations team members.

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In the fiercely fought slums, Kevin hid behind the wall, unloaded the empty drum, and replaced the second drum on his waist. Bayi Chinese Network

His teammates also stayed behind the nearby wall and were changing magazines.

They encountered a real obstacle. At the intersection ahead, the gangs no longer played surprise attacks, but used large pieces of stone slabs and concrete roadblocks to form bunkers and pointed their guns at the only way forward.

As soon as Kevin and his five men showed up, the gangsters would pull the trigger unreasonably, firing a dense barrage of bullets.

Just now, each of them was hit more than five times. The bullets were embedded in the bulletproof plate, and no damage was caused to the body behind the plate, but this was not absolute.

Although the Guardian suit has a very high level of protection, there are also places it cannot protect, such as the palms and soles of the feet. These two places will be penetrated by rifle bullets, or fractured, and the bullets will be stuck in the bones.

Now the flesh transformation technology has not been fully developed. If the palms are gone, they can no longer fight for their ideals, but there are still ways...

The captain of the team made a few gestures to Kevin, and the latter understood.

Kevin supported the machine gun with his elbow, and the right palm responsible for shooting was hidden behind the bulletproof splint on his shoulder. The upper body slid close to the ground, and the upper body was exposed from the wall behind the hiding place, and the bunker in front was fired. ඏ♦ ♦♦

The other few people took advantage of the moment when the gangsters were suppressed to lean out, and shot the searchlights on both sides of the bunker with their rifles, then retracted their bodies and called for air support.

The drone flying in the sky received the order and immediately flew over the bunker, scanning the personnel and firing eight micro missiles.

The tail flame of the micro missile was just a small dot in the dark night, and even the sound was almost inaudible.

The eight missiles hit a gangster respectively. The micro missiles were loaded with a new type of explosive researched by Stark. The micro missiles were as big as a thumb, and the explosion power was the same as that of an ordinary grenade.

The eight gangsters who were hiding behind the bunker and still panicking about the disappearance of the lights were blown to death in the next second with their limbs broken and their internal organs shattered.

After confirming that the obstacles ahead were cleared, Kevin's team continued to move forward.

They were the fastest team. After crossing this obstacle, there was a drug distribution point not far away, and no one would stop them on the road.

A lot of people gathered behind the house not far ahead. The detection system had clearly marked them, but Kevin's team had no intention of stopping. They just pointed their guns at the places where people were hiding.

The gangs also use surveillance. When they saw Kevin's team approaching, they immediately pointed their guns at the civilians with their hands and mouths tied.

The threatened civilians had no choice but to walk out of their hiding place tremblingly, close their eyes tightly, and pray to Jesus over and over again that they would die more easily. However, they did not expect that they would not be attacked after walking for several steps.

After opening their closed eyes, they discovered that there was someone in front of them. Five figures wearing pitch-black body armor, who looked particularly tall and strong under the dim light of the street lights, were approaching quickly.

The face could not be seen clearly in the dark head, but they saw two things that looked like green eyes, their noses moved slightly, and they could smell the smell of gunpowder getting closer and closer.

Kevin and the others really didn't expect that gangsters would tie up civilians and force these poor people into the battlefield with guns.

Fortunately, the response speed of the exoskeleton and intelligent system was faster than their brains, which instantly stopped them from pulling the trigger. Otherwise, these innocent civilians would be killed and implicated.

After being stunned for a short time, several people ran wildly in front of the civilians, passed them, and separated them from the gangsters with their bodies.

The medical soldier in the team punched open the closed iron door on the side and waved for the civilians to go in and hide to avoid being affected by the battle.

The few coerced civilians were overjoyed and cleverly accepted the arrangement, knocked open the nearby house and hid inside.

The gang leader saw what happened briefly through the screen of his mobile phone. He opened his eyes angrily and shouted: "They found out, give me..."

Before he could finish his words, urgent and heavy footsteps rushed in front of them, several tall figures broke into their sight, and gunshots and miserable howls rang out.

One of the gangsters accidentally fell to the ground. He fired more than a dozen bullets at Kevin with the rifle in his hand and did not see him fall. The companions around him still fell in the hail of bullets, with blood splattering on his face. , causing him to shout like a collapse, "Devil! Demon!"

The more they fired, the more these gangsters collapsed, because they found that no matter how they fired, the bullets that were originally invincible hit them like a stone in the sea, causing no harm.

"Brother Shen!"

"Um!"

When Shen Changqing walks on the road, whenever he meets someone he knows, he will say hello or nod to each other.

But no matter who it is.

There was no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they were indifferent to everything.

To this.

Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.

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

It can be said.

Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.

When a person is used to seeing 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-Suppressing Division is huge.

Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.

Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.

Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.

Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.

Then he will be promoted step by step, and he is expected to eventually become a guardian envoy.

Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Department, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.

Possessing the memory of a previous life.

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

It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.

Unlike other places in the Demon Suppressing Division that were full of chills, the attic here seemed to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppressing Division.

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

Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.

Enter the attic.

The environment changes in vain.

The aroma of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, causing him to frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.

There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood on everyone in the Demon-Suppressing Division.

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