MTL - Right on Target-Chapter 174 Kun jin copy 174 k jin copy kun jin copy taste

"Call the information center, this is number 953! Our vehicle has just been blown up, please help, please... answer... the information center!"

"The logistics department was bombed..."

"Horses of Bi Fang are attacking the residential complex, sir! sir!"

The damage to the tree caused the channel of the communicator to be confused, and the voices of various teams were mixed together, making it difficult to distinguish who was who. Xie Zhenshu tried to answer, but they all seemed to sink into the sea.

Su Heting closed the car door and said, "Go to the emergency station."

The site in the villa area is an emergency assembly point, which is specially designed to deal with emergencies. Even if the order cannot be delivered, the combat team will be there to stand by.

Xie Zhenshu had exactly this intention, he just turned the front of the car when an interbeak cannon hit the small building at the side and rear. The small building collapsed in response, and the swaying air waves pushed the car to the street lamp on the side of the road.

"Boom!"

The officer slammed the steering wheel, knocked off the rear view mirror, the front of the car rushed out against the street lights, crushed the fence, and drove into a section of lawn. Su Heting was so shaken that he bounced off the back of the seat, and then slammed back hard. He coughed a few times and his face turned pale.

Xie Zhenshu said: "I can't see the direction."

Although the flames were soaring into the sky, thick fog still covered the ground, and because of the pervasive smoke, even the outline of the close-up view could not be seen clearly.

Su Heting said: "I'll point it out to you, drive forward."

Xie Zhenshu increased his horsepower, and the car was like a shooting star, racing forward in the pursuit of the cannon between the beaks. There was only fog in front of his eyes, and he broke through the encirclement all the way relying on the direction given by Su Heting, and drove to the station.

016 and several captains were on standby at the site. When they saw Xie Zhenshu, they said, "Sir, my car was bombed."

Xie Zhenshu asked, "What about the casualties?"

016 said: "Twenty-five team members died."

There was a sound of gasping around, 016's team was an elite team, with only fifty people in total.

Xie Zhenshu said: "No. 786 was merged into No. 016 team, and became an emergency combat team. First, cover No. 172 to leave, and let them go to pick up No. 953 investigation team. No. 655 took over the information center and notified the various teams stationed in the community. Organizers evacuated immediately."

His voice was neither too fast nor too slow, and he had a calmness that didn't matter if the sky fell. It was this kind of calmness that made the chaotic team regain a little courage, and everyone acted immediately.

In the smoke, Zhu Rong's figure was no longer visible. The surrounding area of ​​the torch was bright red, like a sea of ​​flames. Before No. 172 and No. 655 left, Su Heting turned on the small lights, recalled all the silver points, and gave them directions. He said: "The communicator is temporarily disabled, follow the silver point, they will not get lost in the fog."

Team members No. 172 and No. 655 expressed their thanks in unison. They loaded their guns and ammunition and prepared to bid farewell to everyone.

The equipment of the conquerors is a replica of the North-South Alliance of the old world, which is much worse than the equipment of the new world in the light track area, but fortunately, most of the combat teams are splicers, and many of them bring their own artillery, so It has always been adequate. Jue didn't respond now, probably because he was in trouble. Xie Zhenshu must repel Zhu Rong under the premise of ensuring the safe evacuation of most people, otherwise everything may be scrapped.

The cool texture of the gun made Xie Zhenshu calm. When he loaded the magazine, he entered the state of full preparation: "016 leads the way with me, and 172 follows."

The player answers.

With Jue's help, 016's leg has been replaced, and now he is checked regularly and can move freely. He changed the holster, pushed the leader who was still reciting "Amitabha", and said, "Stop reciting, I don't want to hear the sound of reciting sutras! You don't believe in Buddha."

The leader said with a bitter face: "I am not allowed to worship him. I can only worship Buddha. Those who didn't believe before believe it now. After all, Buddha is also one of the old gods. Oh, leave me alone! You go out to fight immediately, I will read for you Yes. Amitabha, the old gods are above, and the chief will show his spirit, and bless the sixteenth brother, the Martial God possessed, to return safely!"

He was talking about it all day long, and he still had some old **** exorcising powder on his body, some holy light and pure land, and a lot of strange things, 016 never believed it.

016 looked at Su Heting and asked, "Does Mr. Cat want to be together this time?"

The leader said: "Don't, we also need Mr. Cat to sit here!"

Su Heting picked up a gun and said, "Isn't there you here? Master, it's up to you."

His lamp can disperse the dense fog, which is equivalent to the eyes of the combat team, and he also wants to go to the tree, if Jue is in danger, he is most likely to hide there.

Everyone is ready and dispatched amidst the wailing and howling of the leader.

Bi Fang's first round of bombing has been completed, and the living area is in disarray. As the smoke billowed, Xie Zhenshu fired a paintball, drawing a long blue smoke in the mist.

"Beep—"

Bi Fang locks onto Lan Yan, flutters his wings and glides. Its huge body swooped down in an instant, and the metal feathers smashed through the buildings on both sides, and slammed straight in the direction of Xie Zhenshu. The moment it was close to the ground, Xie Zhen wrote: "Fire."

The combat team members who had already ambushed behind the shelters on both sides fired immediately, the smell of gunpowder rose violently, and several rays of light were brightly lit.

"boom!"

Bi Fang was shot in the head and was knocked to the ground by the concentrated firepower, crushing many houses. In the short silence, it smoked from its beak, flapped its wings, and wanted to stand up.

Xie Zhenshu said: "Fire the cannon."

The artillery fire came again, blowing Bi Fang's head apart and the parts flying. It "beeps" and wails, has not stopped running, and is lingering on its last days.

Xie Zhenshu's expression remained unchanged, and he said ruthlessly again: "Fire."

The sound of cannons was intensive, and Bi Fang was blasted into scrap iron in these three orders, and his whole head was blown up into a burst of fireworks. Its cry attracted a group of Bi Fang, and those vibrating wings whipped up a strong wind, blowing both fire and fog in another direction. Team No. 172 took the opportunity to leave, and escaped into the fog under the leadership of Yindian.

The bell wrapped around Xie Zhenshu's fingers rang continuously, which was the effect of the wind. With black hair flying around and a cold face, he set up an iron shield when Bi Fang's crowd rushed over.

"Boom!"

Bi Fang bumped into the shield continuously, 016 got up first, and knocked over one with the cannon barrel on his shoulder.

Bi Fang's wing feathers are very hard, so they usually hit Bi Fang's head, and just blowing Bi Fang's head off will stop it from running.

Bi Fang was beaten and slammed into the building with his body bent. Countless dust was thrown up by the collapse, which was so choking that people could barely open their eyes. Some of them wanted to take off again, but the iron shields disbanded on the spot, turned into giant shadows, and fired three times in a row with a barrel that was several times larger.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Bi Fang had nowhere to hide under the strong light, and they all died after two seconds, like garlic smashed by a hammer, becoming crumbled and emitting a pungent burnt smell.

But the white mist didn't disperse, which actually made it worse. There was a sudden noise from everyone's disabled communicator, followed by the familiar voices of the team members.

"The information center was blown up.

"Sir...

"I am number 953, we are all dead!"

016's expression changed drastically, and he said, "What did you say? Hello? 953!"

There was a horrifying scream from the intercom, followed by a terrified reply: "We're all dead, all dead, all dead!"

This voice shouted frantically, and the volume became louder and louder, causing everyone's eardrums to hurt. He kept yelling this sentence, like some kind of cycle.

"Hush," Su Heting said suddenly, "I see, don't imitate others' speech anymore."

He took a deep breath, and the small light dimly lit up, like a leading ship in the fog. The light passed through the thick fog, and with him as the center, it ignited a blue flame that had not been seen for a long time. Wherever Lan Yan went, the dense fog dispersed.

The memory of the silver dot is whispering like rain, and the human beings of the old era are whispering, and the consciousnesses follow the blue flame to the tree, and extinguish the flame on its body for the tree. When all the flames disappeared, Zhu Rong's figure in the sky also disappeared.

Xie Zhenshu said: "It's gone."

Su Heting's lights dimmed, and he said, "It's very strange."

They looked at each other, but couldn't figure out the intention of the main **** system.

Su Heting said: "It appeared without rain, unlike the gods and demons controlled by the mechanical eunuch, it may have its own consciousness, or it may have a separate command from the main **** system."

Zhu Rong's trip this time was really strange, as if he was just here to show his face.

Xie Zhenshu looked at the scorched earth and said, "Not only can it direct Bi Fang, but it also knows our situation well."

The first thing to be bombed was the information center. Without it, the conqueror would have lost his ears, and the location of the information center is hidden and hard to find. Bi Fang's ability to accurately cast the interbeak cannon shows that they have long understood the division of living areas.

After a while, Xie Zhenshu pointed to the communicator: "What is that?"

He was asking about the voice just now.

Su Heting said: "It should be a kind of interference signal hidden in the fog. Maybe Zhu Rong is using the fog to detect our activity area."

The fog came in a strange way, which could not but make people suspicious.

Su Heting sighed and shouted, "Hey, Jue—are you still there?"

The burned tree suddenly replied: "I am here, can you hear me?"

Su Heting felt relieved and said, "I can hear you, were you silenced just now?"

Jue was very disappointed: "I don't know, I was writing something, and suddenly I fell into darkness... I may be restricted by some kind of power. I'm sorry, my family has become like this, I am very sad, but I haven't figured out what happened yet. "

It was the first time it encountered this situation, and its tone was very confused.

Su Heting said: "Have you seen any information about 'Vulcan' in the light track area?"

Jue said: "No, you told me the name Zhu Rong. It's so strange, I suspect it's a shielding system."

Su Heting said: "It's hard to say, that guy's cannon is tied to his arm."

Zhu Rong's ability today far surpassed that of a shielding system, and it didn't do anything by itself, it was just directing Bi Fang, so neither Xie Zhenshu nor Su Heting knew anything about it.

Xie Zhenshu stepped on Bi Fang's parts, and suddenly squatted down. From the burnt smell, he could smell a little sweetness. He pushed aside the still hot ashes and picked up some extremely shattered shrapnel, which is where the fragrance came from.

Su Heting leaned over to look, and also smelled it: "I seem to have smelled it somewhere."

Xie Zhenshu said: "Gandha."

He had a deep memory of that illusion, and he didn't even forget the smell.

Su Heting guessed casually: "Aoyin said that the chip of Gandapo was taken away by the gods. Could it be that it was taken away by the main **** system for modification? For example, to increase the attack power of Bi Fang or something."

Xie Zhenshu flipped through the shrapnel and said, "Bi Fang just now doesn't have illusions, this smell should be Zhu Rong's."

They looked at each other again, both a little confused.