In Colorado, night falls slowly.

Resistance soldiers with live ammunition were patrolling the mountain road.

Located next to the hole at the foot of the mountain, there is a military-green Hummer.

Walking to the Hummer, Oliver lit a cigarette and asked as he looked at the man standing next to the car.

"How is Carlson?"

"There is no news yet. There should be no problem with Jamie helping him. I bet they should be escaping from New York City now... Is it so bad that you have a bad signal here? I'm not like this in Texas." Sitting on the hood of the military green Hummer, the shirtless Texas man threw his phone into the car angrily.

The man sitting in the car opened one eye, then slowly closed it and continued to close his eyes and rest.

Oliver started smoking a second cigarette, and repeatedly looked at the satellite phone in his hand.

According to his agreement with Kaiyin Jie, they would be on the phone with him regardless of success or not. However, strangely, now they have been waiting from day to night, but there is still no news in New York.

I felt something was wrong in my heart. At this moment, a figure appeared in Oliver's sight.

Almost subconsciously, he and the Texas man next to him picked up the rifle next to him and pointed it at the figure running up from the small path.

Seeing this, the man hurriedly raised his hand and shouted in a low voice.

"Don't shoot! Your own people!"

"It's Fielding." The Texas man put away his rifle and gestured to Oliver next to him, "Owner."

At this moment, Oliver also found the visitor and put away the rifle in his hand. However, after seeing the scratches on his clothes and his embarrassed look, he frowned slightly.

"What's so anxious? I remember you went to Denver to meet Eris? Why are you back?"

"Bad news!" gasped, Fielding bent down and supported her knees, and said in a breathless manner, "Eris he..."

"What's wrong? Tell me clearly." Oliver frowned.

Taking a deep breath and stabilizing his breath, Fielding paused for about half a minute and continued to speak.

"The Ocean Lake military factory was seized by the Star Ring Trade garrison, Eris Ben's account was frozen, and now he is being wanted by the whole United States. Those who originally supported our careers were frightened, and some people confessed my identity... If I hadn't been running fast, I might have been caught now!"

"Sheit, are you using anything else? You're going to run away for a while." The Texas man grinned and scolded.

Fielding grinned, her expression twisted, and she didn't know if she was crying or laughing.

"Eris was discovered, what should we do next?" the man lying in the Hummer opened his eyes and looked at Oliver and asked.

"There are still people in California who are willing to support us, but only if we have to let them see hope. Those people don't see rabbits or eagles, not to mention that they have gained a lot of benefits from the Star Ring Trade. Many people have begun to sway, and we must let them see hope for liberating America."

Speaking of this, a cold light flashed in Oliver's eyes.

"Jiang Chen must die, only he is dead! We have hope!"

"California coward." The Texas man cursed.

"Do you need me to take action?" The man lying in the Hummer put on a baseball cap and sat up from his seat.

Odin, this is his code name, no one knows his real name.

Even Oliver didn't know much about him. The only thing that could be confirmed was that he was a patriot, and he stood on the side of the Resistance Army. At the same time, he was also the strongest person in the Resistance Army, and the only psychic person that Oliver knew.

Even the Texas man next to him dared not provoke this young man too much.

Because he never relies on muscles when fighting, his mental superpower can kill people invisibly, and even temporarily control a person while bearing mental load, and do simple actions such as shooting and punching.

"Wait a little longer." Oliver's eyes flashed with hesitation, "If Carlson has no news tomorrow at noon."

He curled his lips disdainfully, and the young and frivolous expression was unconcealed. Odin held the back of his head with both hands and continued to fall on the seat, closing his eyes to rest.

"I said, if I had asked me to go with me at that time, there would be no such trouble."

More than a dozen Moroccan and even the Star Ring trade soldiers died at his hands. From Odin's perspective, he has seen himself as a hero who saved America from the heat of the water in Hollywood blockbusters, and only he can defeat those invulnerable iron bumps.

Yet neither Odin nor Oliver knew nothing about the true power.

This level of superpower may be awesome in their eyes, because they have never contacted other superpowers. If Jiang Chen could be killed by so-called superpowers (that is, unlocking hidden gene codes), then the Black Ship Organization would have had to take action countless times.

What supernatural powers have Jiang Chen seen every time?

Not to mention, he himself is standing at the top of the second floor, only one step away from the third floor.

If Odin was there at the scene at that time, I was afraid that Jiang Chen would not have had more effort than killing an ant.

At this moment, a light flashed slightly in the sky.

Oliver looked up, frown and murmured in his mouth.

"What is that?"

What is that?

The same questions lingered in the hearts of every soldier of the resistance army.

They had never experienced the Battle of Washington at first thought it was just a meteor shower, and then a hint of panic gradually appeared on their faces. It was not until the square iron coffin hit the entrance of the cave where they stored the munitions, and they fell to the ground by the shock waves that they realized what this thing was.

ns-90!

The legendary battlefield cleaner...

There are no civilians here, and if you do not admit surrender, you will be rebel soldiers. Xinghuan Trade freely "putting the rebellion" for the Americans, and Jiang Chen did not intend to leave a living place to make the Trump authorities embarrassed.

If you kill them all and conquer them, it is much more effective than the judgment. When those "spirited people" find that things cannot be done, they will naturally disperse gradually.

The gunshots were loud.

The lines of fire that were freely shuttled into each other in the shadow of the mountains and forests, and the lights of fire seemed to illuminate the east side of the Rocky Mountains. Almost at the same time, the ns-90 of the Star Ring Trade launched a simultaneous attack on more than one hundred military targets, and more than five hundred robots were sent to the battlefield.

This three-dimensional battle has long gone beyond the traditional positional warfare. The military concept of front-line advancement is that only AI can complete systematic command, and naturally only AI can execute it in an orderly manner. Killing seems to have become a program, and here, death is just a floating point game of zero and one.

A ns-90 hit Fielding's back heavily, crushing him into minced meat, as if attracted by some beacon placed on him. Odin suddenly bounced up from the chair and glared at the robot's pupils and climbed up blood red in an instant.

Spiritual shock!

No one can stay awake with this move.

However, what faced his sight was the black muzzle and a flashing tongue of flame.

Blood splattered with the broken window glass, and Odin hit the car door heavily and lost his life. Until he died, he didn't understand why the superpower he was proud of lost its effect. Because he didn't know at all that, although it was also a knot, this thing was essentially different from those power armor.

It's not human at all!

Oliver and the Texas man fought to the death, and then faced the ns-90's harvest with flesh and blood. It was just a joke, and soon turned into two corpses and fell heavily to the ground.

The gunshots continued until the second half of the night before gradually stopping. Until tomorrow, the Denver police organized a search and rescue team to come to the mountain to collect the bodies of these rebel soldiers. When they saw the bloody corpses, many young policemen couldn't help but bent down and vomit, while most of them had their lips turned pale and couldn't speak.

Most of them know what these rebels are doing, and many even have the idea of ​​indulging them and joining them...

At this moment, all the unrealistic thoughts dissipated in the undissipated smell of gunpowder.

The corpses took a week until they started to smell bad and were not completely cleaned. Until two months later, people could find rotten corpses belonging to the rebels on the mountain from time to time.

Of course, these are all later stories.
Chapter completed!