Chapter 804 Chaos (Part 2)

The right hand changed from a heavy hammer to a clawed knife. Under the sunlight, the cold light bloomed like a flower, and the armor on the front of the armored vehicle peeled off, revealing the horrified face of the commander behind him.

The original coldness and cruelty have been replaced by cold sweat and fear, looking at the boy's face is like looking at a demon.

The engine roared hoarsely, and the tracks planed the ground, spewing out sprays of dust.

The driver stepped on the accelerator hard, imagining the scene where the locomotive crushed the two unsightly guys in front into meat paste. But that's really just imagination, nothing more.

"Thank you!" A hoarse and weak, but extremely firm voice sounded.

Facing the monster-like boy, the young man didn't show a frightened expression like the armored vehicle driver, but felt very at ease and calm.

Who made the boy with strange arms the messenger of justice, and who made the spirit of all things the host of evil spirits.

The boy with strange arms and the driver with a human face, who is the devil?

It's really ironic.

Roy didn't say much, just nodded vigorously, and then split his right arm into a tentacle, entangled the two occupants in the cockpit of the Grizzly armored vehicle, and threw them onto the road outside the vehicle.

He didn't feel complacent because he saved the young man and did what a hero should do. He felt that he had realized his ideal and life value, but he felt very confused.

Who is the hero? In film and television dramas, is he the one who hoes the strong and supports the weak, and robs the rich and helps the poor? He used to think so, and determined to be that kind of person.

But now, seeing the moral decline brought about by the progress of material civilization, and seeing the disrespect for life by those with force and power, the long-standing values ​​have begun to shake.

The so-called heroes are really as imagined, as long as they have strength and a righteous heart, can they do it?

The armored vehicle lost its forward momentum, but the bloodstains on the tracks and chassis were still there, and the dusty pieces of meat were still there.

The corpses on both sides of the road gradually became stiff, and one could see painful and angry faces, some of which were turned upside down. Some fell to the ground, and some hugged each other, supporting and comforting each other.

There was a vague crowd of people on the corner of the street. The roar of the tanks was clearly audible. The sound of gunfire in the distance has become sparse, but the howling and shouting are even more miserable and desolate.

The young man clenched his hands tightly,

Watching the two soldiers in pilgrim-level power armor at the back refill the guns on the civilians who were not dead, and then heard the shout of the driver of the armored vehicle, and hurried over.

The smoke from the muzzle was flowing. The blood splashed on the ankle pulled out twisted marks.

"They are coming, let's go"

The boy's back is very strong, but even if it is made of steel, he alone cannot be the opponent of an army. They are here to kill people, use the guns made by the common people to take away the lives of the common people, and use the lives supported by the common people to seize the future of the common people.

It's not ironic, it's pathetic.

The boy was headless, standing in front of the armored vehicle bathed in curse and death. He seemed to be stunned, not noticing the soldiers who were hurrying over, nor hearing the shouts behind him.

He thought about it, but his feet hurt. He wanted to grab the boy's leg, but he couldn't reach it.

Then, he heard the sound of heavy objects trampling on the ground, a long and shrill howl, the roar of the tide from far and near, and a hoarse sound.

"Kill those soldiers."

Green slime pouring from the top of his head woke him up. Two black shadows flitted in front of his eyes like a gust of wind, throwing the two soldiers in power armor to the ground, and scratched the icy iron skin with their sharp claws. Bring up the surging blood.

whoosh, whoosh, whoosh

One after another, black shadows passed by his side, galloping away with continuous thunder.

The two pilots who were thrown to the ground by the teenagers became their stepping stones, and the sound of bone shattering and blood splattering repeated in his mind. Loop recycle.

Just now, those two people ran over many dead and living people with their chariots, taking pleasure in trampling on the dignity of life, but in a blink of an eye, they also became rotten flesh and broken corpses under the iron heels of those aliens.

Retribution came so fast

A big bug that was about the size of an armored vehicle walked past him on 6 legs. Its appendage, which resembled a human arm, pointed at the tank troops rolling in from the corner of the block, and let out a long howl.

Suddenly, a shadow covered the sky, slowly driving away the sun's brilliance, allowing the darkness to reach this block ahead of schedule.

A gigantic beast flitted across the square, its thick appendages swaying gently like iron chains, its ugly head roared, one after another green worms came out of the big hole in its abdomen, and landed on the ground to become beasts. Green beads in the tide rushed towards the direction of the tank.

A shadow flashed on the back of the high-rise building ahead, and a golden eyeball appeared on the glass curtain wall reddened by the setting sun, mirroring a shocking picture.

The queen worm with fleshy wings gurgled softly, passing over the beast tide. The northern Kuroshio surged in the square, with ferocious mouthparts. While shaking its wings, large creatures resembling manta rays spewed out one after another of black shadows, and fell in a gliding posture, entering the urban area full of tall buildings.

Explosions were everywhere, guns shook the sky, and the mountain-like monsters overflowing the roofs gradually engulfed the sky of the entire city.

The young man took off the white cloth on top of his head and held it tightly in the palm of his hand. The wind blowing behind him swayed it into a fluttering banner.

He stood up from the ground and looked into the distance with calm eyes, watching the flames of war stretching away.

If at any other time, seeing these ugly creatures, he would run away screaming and hide far, far away, but today, he feels very at ease and relieved.

On the other side of the city, the people who were driven to the corner to die stared blankly at the soldiers who were thrown down by the alien at the entrance of the alley, watching their chests cut by sharp claws, and blood gushed out mixed with pieces of meat.

Just now they were still discussing how to kill people for fun.

In front of the clock tower in the city center, the people kneeling on the ground stared blankly at the armored vehicle that was about to melt under the green juice, listening to the horrific screams of the driver inside.

In the ruins flattened by shelling, a man covered in blood and dust struggled to climb out of the rubble, dragged a scrapped rifle and looked at the end of the street with hatred.

He hadn't been able to find the Getter, save for a metal lump thrown into the fifth floor of a building next door, and an anchor-like object that had sunk into the horizon.

The people who survived the catastrophe didn't know what happened. Only a few people thought of something from the giant beast wandering in the sky, showed a gratified expression, and then lay on their backs in the pool of blood on the street, or laughed heartily, or shed tears. Moved to tears.

The laughter was so wanton that even those explosions and artillery fire couldn't cover it up.

The cry was low. But like a contagious plague.

The Black Deke Continent is still shrouded in darkness, only the flames rising from some cities illuminate this twilight world, letting people know that the pace of war will not be stopped because of the obstruction of the night.

A corner of this continent's southwest plain. It is the largest missile base in Cabreto, which can not only launch deep-space missiles facing the outer environment of the planet, but also launch missile strikes on a global scale.

When the war that started from Hal Palace quickly spread to all continents, the missile base did not follow the instructions of Willis Mitt to launch powerful intercontinental missiles. Conduct tactical strikes on certain key areas to clear away the locust-like aliens, as there is an insurgency and counter-insurgency, siege and counter-siege battle going on inside the missile base.

About half of the soldiers of the garrison regiment belonging to the missile base became the battlefield in Dikaben City. The high-level officers received orders from the Leo Military Port. When a temporary combat meeting was held, they suddenly launched an attack and occupied several key facilities inside the base. Paralyzed the operation of the entire missile system.

But after all, they are outnumbered, under the impact of soldiers belonging to the garrison corps regardless of casualties. After all, the rebel troops were defeated one by one, the dead were killed, the wounded, the captured were captured,

Initiating a rebellion at such a critical moment is a natural death penalty for such a major offense. However, the supreme commander of the missile base, Lieutenant General Harvey Mohammed, is a very clean person. The matter was handed over to a lieutenant colonel in the garrison. I brought the maintenance personnel of the logistics department to repair the key electronic equipment so that the system can be repaired in the shortest time and help Willismit.

The execution ground was set on the beach of a small river outside the missile base. Harvey was a clean man, and Lieutenant Colonel Toby was a fastidious man. After all, they were former comrades-in-arms, so sending them on the road in such a place was considered a kind of affection. Of course, whether to appreciate it or not is the other party's business.

Jacob actually wanted to end his life with a gun at the last moment. Anyway, he was dead, by his own hands. Better than dying at the hands of the enemy. It's just that at the moment he was about to pull the trigger, his subordinates stopped such a suicide and told him not to give up until the last moment. Prince Henrietta said that someone would come to save them, and someone would come to save them them.

Will someone really come to save them?

Of course, even if there is no such hope, since Henrietta asked them to do it, even if it cost their own lives, they would not frown, not only because they are soldiers, and it is their duty to obey orders, but also because Melo I saved their lives, but that wayward old man has already passed away.

Therefore, to be able to die like this is considered a generous sacrifice. Maybe you can meet that old man on Huangquan Road. Although he has a violent temper and speaks very sadly, he is still a man. It's not lonely.

A few Grizzly armored vehicles were parked not far away, with their searchlights fully turned on, the silver-blue light illuminated the entire tidal flat as white as daylight.

Jacob looked at the companions behind him with calm eyes, kept silent all the time, and didn't speak because it was unnecessary. From the time they decided to do it, they had expected such an ending.

That's what a man is. Even if you know that the outcome of things is bitter sometimes, there are reasons why you have to do it. Some people are for justice, some are for truth, some are for dreams, and some are for rules.

He didn't regret doing so, and he knew that those companions who had died, or were about to die, didn't regret it either.

Toby ordered the military police to take Jacob and others to the bank and kneel down, letting their faces be reflected in the clear river water.

In a short time, their blood will dye this small river red, turning it into a bright and freehand picture scroll, winding away and flowing eastward.

He likes to do such things, and feels that killing someone he knows is more exciting and exciting than killing someone he doesn't know.

"Jacob, I still have a little time to listen to your last words."

"I'm sorry, I don't have that habit." Jacob looked at the gently swaying reflection in the water, looked at the familiar and calm face, and Melore's appearance suddenly appeared in his mind, and he felt that if it was that old man, What do you think about when you face death, are there any regrets in your life? Or is it a short but profound bliss?

Toby was disappointed because he didn't hear last words such as "help me take good care of my wife and children", which was a bit bleak or not perfect enough.

He waved his hand impatiently, and the gendarmes raised their guns, slightly lowered their muzzles, and aimed at the back of the heads of the rebels.

At this moment, a slight sound of a turbo fan came from top to bottom. Toby subconsciously looked up and saw 4 black shadows swooping down. When it fell to the ground, it burst into flames like a missile should have.

Boom, boom, boom

A wave of flames gushed out from the river beach, the gravel rained, and the heat swelled. The military police in the back row were directly blown away by the shock wave. The ripples disturbed the faces of Jacob and others reflected in the water.

The night receded and rose, filling the river bank again, the aftermath of the explosion subsided, Jacob shook off the stones on his head, shook his head, endured the severe tinnitus and opened his eyes to look behind him.

Those grizzly armored vehicles had already moved their searchlights into the sky, but nothing happened. They just greeted rows of light rain poured down from the sky, which crackled the car body and burst into flames.

The slight sound of the turbo fan reappeared, and the wind was blowing on the face. In the night before dawn, two black shadows landed beside the Grizzly armored vehicle with a slight whistling. At the same time, the car body was also overturned.

The searchlights swung across the water, and then illuminated the pale faces of the gendarmes.

"Enemy attack!" Lieutenant Colonel Toby didn't react until now, and said in a flustered tone: "Hurry up and contact the base and ask for support."

In fact, it wasn't that he was slow to react, it was that the rhythm of the attack falling from the sky was so fast that it was too fast for people to react.

Jacob and his companions had already left the river beach, took advantage of the chaos and sneaked into the river, lurking in places where the searchlights could not find them, quietly watching the battle on the ground in the dark.

The river is cold and their hearts are hot.

It was supposed to be their execution ground, but now it has become the place of death for the gendarmes. (To be continued.)

ps: Can someone recommend some R&B with a strong sense of rhythm?

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