One page is that Lawrence came out of the office and returned to his room. You can tell without having to go through the computer in his bedroom that he should have gone back to sleep.

There are several pages that encircle the scene.

There is a page where there are command centers, with more than a dozen people facing the big screen. The head of the general is the general in charge, watching the encirclement and suppression.

Xining stared at the big screen and then went straight to the big screen and arrived at the encirclement site.

"Boom~" After a ground-to-air rocket was launched, it hit the skyscraper and made a violent explosion.

The glass was shattered and fell like rain, and many broken glasses made the parking cars parked on the ground look unsatisfactory.

The soldier suddenly exploded, grabbed the neckline of the launcher, sweared at him, and asked how he aimed.

There was a group of soldiers beside him, holding guns and firing, flames popping out of the hot barrel

No. 33 was wearing a yellow tights with two bars and black stripes next to it, and stepped on a flying skateboard, making a wild laugh while passing over their heads.

This yellow tights are so eye-catching. He thought he was Bruce Lee, and he was really the battle robe of Old Li.

Xining watched it and wanted to laugh. Everything at the moment is like a farce, like a huge investment in popcorn movie. However, the movie is a special effect of 50 cents, and the loss should be greater than the amount of investment. Not to mention the money spent in the experiment, just the destroyed buildings, vehicles, grounds, etc. are all real.

When the bullets were fired, they were all hit on the buildings, and most of the buildings here were glass walls. So with the sound of gunfire, either gun holes appeared on the tempered glass and cracked to the entire glass surface; or the glass that was completely broken fell down in a thunderous manner.

"He's too fast!" A soldier put down his gun, turned his head and shouted at his head: "Sir, he's too fast."

"Shoot, don't stop, I'll order you to shoot!" The soldier roared.

The soldier was so angry that he stamped his feet and gritted his teeth. He raised his gun again and continued to shoot at the target.

"Yes, just shoot like this. If you don't believe it, he can be faster than the bullet!" The soldier roared, and his voice was louder than the sound of shooting, boosting morale.

Xining grinned at the sight. It was indeed difficult for flying skateboards and even mechanical devices that could not escape gravity to be faster than bullets. But this guy forgot one thing, that is, range!

After calculating the time on No. 33, his chip could quickly calculate which time point was the time when all soldiers had the least bullets in their guns. He flew down at this time point. After most of the magazines were replaced, he soared into the sky and flew to a place just outside the range.

And I was also sure which position was the shooting dead point. It seemed very close, but in fact it couldn't be shot at all.

Just repeating and going back and forth, it is actually teasing these soldiers.

After firing so many bullets, I didn't hit a single shot, and the ground was covered with glass slag and bullet shells.

Of course, the general manager in the command post couldn't see any reason, but a leader in the army next to him saw it: "Tell them to stop shooting. If this continues, the whole city will be destroyed and he will not be able to hit him."

The general manager had no idea, but pretended to be the test: "You said, what should I do next if it was you?"

This military rank should be the colonel's 50-year-old man, and he is also a cunning person. Don't be beaten and let him take the blame. So he said, "You are the head of here, what do you think you should do!"

The general responsible person can only put down his posture: "You said, I will make a decision if I refer to it."

Opinions are just for reference, that's OK... So the colonel gave an opinion: "Let the Air Force helicopters chase after you. Force him out of the city first and solve it in the suburbs. If he refuses to submit, then kill him on the spot."

Anyway, several Ferris wheels have been sieved, so I don’t worry about a few more being abandoned.

The general manager turned his head to the technician: "Has the sound spectrum been tuned into sound?"

A guy next to him was wearing a punk jeans dress and was almost frivolous with a frank beard. He was holding a happy fat man with ice cubes in his hand, sucking and sucking.

"It's going to be done soon!" He looked at the computer with his eyes, then raised his head, and said seriously: "It's OK now."

"Okay!" The general manager gritted his teeth: "Send the audio to the helicopter driver immediately, let him get close and play it over the guy's head."

"Yes!" Someone immediately went to make arrangements next to him.

The colonel reminded: "Even a helicopter, it is difficult to get within ten meters of distance."

"Then let's amplify the volume so that he can hear it clearly. What's the maximum volume?" The general manager spoke with a bit of politician humor at this time.

The colonel thought for a while: "Any 180-tenth of Celsius is fine, as long as..."

"Then it's the maximum decibels of more than 180." Since you have released it, don't worry about any noise disturbing the public.

The sound waves produced by the sound were enough to shatter all the glass within a range of fifty meters, but it was not the problem he was worried about, anyway, he was not the blame.

The colonel reminded again: "Dr. Lawrence said that chips cannot be damaged, which is even worse."

The general manager looked at him calmly and responded: "Then use bombs, missiles, incendiary bombs, no matter what kind of bombs, they will knock him to the point where the slag is left. Because the slag needs to be detected, it is indeed this hateful guy who died."

"Okay!" The colonel raised his eyebrows. He stopped talking. Anyway, all this would be classified as a terrorist attack. As for which one depends on the needs of the authorities. Wherever there is a need, it depends on which one is unlucky.

Xining was having a lot of fun watching it, but unfortunately there was no real food to eat on the Internet, otherwise it would be very interesting to watch while eating.

But it is also possible...she returned to reality, in her ward.

In less than ten minutes, she sat in front of the computer in the ward with a bag of potato chips supplied internally, ready to watch the military encirclement No. 33.

The helicopter inside has already set off and is flying towards the predetermined point.

"Squeak~" She pulled open the potato chip bag, pinched a piece and put it in her mouth. Well, it's good, barbecue-flavored. So, it's better to live and eat something delicious.

The audio and the audio system are sent to the helicopter audio system through the network. The difference between this helicopter and other parts is that under the fuselage, there are not only heavy weapons, but also two rows of huge speakers on the left and right, just like the ones used in concerts.

"It has already reached the city extension, and it is estimated that it will arrive in another five minutes..." The helicopter driver's call was indeed not very good.

"We will lead him in your direction and try to leave this commercial area."

The front was boring, so she looked at the row below the LCD screen of the computer. There were many small pages there. Following her eyes, one page jumped out, which was encirclement No. 31.
Chapter completed!