"Brothers, judging from the current situation, we are probably dead." Zay Wangchuk went to the center of the defense node, clapped his hands, and attracted everyone's attention.
What he said was cruel, but no one had any mood swings. These people were either in a calm period when the effects of stimulants had ended, or they were in a state of taking effect, and were physiologically ready to put life and death at risk.
Even if there are other thoughts in the will, it is too late to react now.
After all, there is a death watch outside that kills one person every forty-five minutes. According to the most ideal situation, the seventeen soldiers here can only survive for a little more than twelve hours, but in fact this situation is impossible to happen.
, as long as the can opener dies, they probably won't be able to defend this defense node for two hours.
"Haha, is this some kind of Gallic joke?" James, a veteran of the Marine Corps, smiled as a response and gave Zay Wangchuck a face. After all, he is the one who has been here the longest.
In this kind of motley team, the simplest and most direct way is for everyone to recognize each other based on how long they have survived.
"I plan to go out and snatch the Baron's body back." Zay Wangchuk ignored the offense to Gaul in the other party's words. They made more jokes like this within the 35th Infantry Regiment.
"Forty-two meters, an impossible mission." James tossed a bullet around in his hand and shook his head: "Unless the can opener plans to rush out and snatch the body by himself."
"He can't go, he can't use the time-sensitive hormone at all now." A medic in the Marine Corps said solemnly: "The blood in his body is one-third lower than the normal level. Now he relies entirely on exoskeleton armor to move. He didn't faint.
Because the effects of stimulants haven’t worn off yet.”
"Just take it as a gamble. Either way, everyone will die." Zay Wangchuck coughed and raised his hand: "Now we are recruiting volunteers. Who else can we do besides me?"
James looked around and raised his hand: "Count me in."
The three other Marines in the room saw James signing up and raised their hands, including the medic.
The military technology commando next to him pressed his hand down and raised his own: "If you can't do it, you are the only one who knows how to operate. If we can come back, you have to be responsible for sewing us back together."
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Another commando also raised his hand: "The insurance company will pay and the staff will order that the commando will be responsible for the death. We will take over this job."
Everyone turned their attention to the members of the Special Air Service Regiment who were resting in the corner with their eyes closed. Two of them were resting here, and the other three were on guard at their own positions.
"We have other tasks to complete." The middle-aged man with a mustache touched the bullet hole in his stomach. The biogel was slowly filling it. The wound was slowly healing under the action of the treatment needle.
The gel was pushed outward, but under the effect of the painkiller needle, he couldn't feel much pain.
"Bah." James spat in his direction and raised his eyebrows provocatively.
The young soldier sitting next to the mustache was breathing quickly, but he was pinned to the ground by the mustache.
"Okay, then there will be six of us." Zay Wangchuk didn't care about the English guys. He didn't expect those people at first: "I will take the lead, James will be second, one of you two will be third, and the others will be third.
Team Two.”
The two military technology commandos looked at each other. The stronger one stood behind James. The one who rushed out first obviously had to bear greater risks, but the people behind him were not much better.
No one knows how many players are waiting for the opportunity outside. There is an open passage with only a few weak bunkers for the entire 42 meters. There is not much difference in who dies first and who dies last.
"Prepare smoke bombs!" Zay Wangchuck took three deep breaths, took one last look at the new type of combat stimulant in his hand, directly inserted the needle into his heart, and injected it with one shot, and a wave of heat instantly followed him.
The blood makes the whole body boil!
The soldiers inside the defense node fired heat source smoke grenades in the surrounding area, covering the entire surrounding area. Everyone turned on the circulation mode in the helmet, and Zay Wangchuk rushed out first.
But in just the first step, he felt as if he had been hit by something, and his whole body flew sideways uncontrollably.
Oh, what bad luck...
Zay Wangchuck still had time to think while in the air, and he landed on the ground and rolled a few somersaults. One leg was thrown aside like a broken toy, and it was obviously broken.
James, who was lined up behind him, didn't even blink. He took advantage of the opportunity and rushed twenty meters in an instant. He put his palm on the ground and slid directly behind the wreckage of a car.
But the next second, the car was overturned out of thin air by an invisible force, and James was crushed underneath. James vomited blood, and his blood pressure dropped rapidly, but he did not feel any more pain, and just remained calm.
Shouted: "There is a figure at eleven o'clock! Suppressive fire!"
Following his guidance, the second team behind them fired continuously and dropped four smart bombs. Those smart gadgets found a suspected target in the smoke and blew the opponent up into the sky without ceremony.
A group of commandos who were the last to move finally rushed to the baron's body, hung their rifles behind them, grabbed the handle at the back of the opponent's neck with both hands, and quickly dragged the body backwards with the amplification of the exoskeleton.
A bullet that flew from nowhere hit the commando, leaving a dent on his tactical eyepiece. The commando felt as if he had been punched, and instantly judged that the opponent was using pistol bullets:
"My left, ten o'clock! Cover!"
At this time, a Marine from the second team was suddenly set on fire from the inside out. He screamed and tried to take off his body armor and helmet, but he did not fulfill his last wish until he was burned to death.
Another Marine and the commando were locked in a close fight. A man jumped from the roof, holding a dagger in each hand. He fought fiercely with his life, and cut the Marine's rifle in the middle with one knife.
In the end, the only one who could respond to the commandos was Zay Wangchuck. He turned over and sat on the ground, using his rifle to fire continuously in the general direction directed by the sound. He did not release his fingers until all his magazines were empty.
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At this time, the entire battlefield fell silent, with only the sound of the smoke generator still working hard to create smoke.
Zay Wangchuck looked at his leg, closed his eyes and tried to reset it. There was a heart-shaking sound coming from the joint, but what was even more frightening was that he couldn't feel anything, as if it was a prosthetic leg.
Same.
He only knew that he could barely stand up now, but his left leg was obviously heavier than his right leg, and it was also a little shorter...
Standing up, Zay Wangchuk ignored the sudden silence and limped into the smoke, trying to continue his mission. Soon he saw a black figure taking heavy steps, step by step.
He stepped back, still dragging the baron's body in his hands.
The commando heard the footsteps behind him and turned around slowly. Zay Wangchuk saw the flames burning inside the opponent's helmet, and half of his face melted. His last action was to point to the corpse on the ground, and then
He fell to the ground motionless.
Zay Wangchuck didn't know what they encountered in the smoke. He only knew that he was less than fifteen meters away from the distance behind him that could be covered by the defense nodes.
He stepped forward, grabbed the back of the Baron's neck with both hands and pulled the handle. The thing was still hot, and the place where he started was greasy, which was the remaining flesh and blood of the commandos on it.
Zay Wangchuck pulled back hard, and the Baron's body began to move slowly driven by a force that exceeded physiological limits. He had no exoskeleton to use. The control chip implanted in his body was produced in Gaul and other countries.
The equipment is not compatible, so I can only rely on muscle strength.
Fortunately, this time, those officials didn't brag. That new type of combat stimulant is really useful!
Zay Wangchuck just dragged the body back for another ten meters. At this time, there were footsteps behind him, and a British accent said: "I am behind you, now I will take over!"
"What a bastard British guy!" Zay Wangchuk kept facing the same direction and took over the security duties. He looked at the younger member of the Special Air Service Team holding the Baron's body with one hand and asked: "What's your name?"
"Soap." The other party replied in a muffled voice: "Also, I am Scottish! Are you the only one!"
"I'm the only one left." Zay Wangchuk vomited blood. When he crossed the line of the defense node, he slumped directly on the ground and muttered: "Okay, then you're a bastard Scotsman.
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When the waters of Madagascar were turned into a pot of porridge around the source of the violent power of the previous generation, several player groups spread out of the special zone around the world.
The adaptive training they received in the Special Administrative Region was not meaningless. Some of them even behaved so well in line with the operational characteristics of street gangs that, in the first few days, the local forces in the infiltrated area were completely unaware of them.
What are you encountering?
The local gangs thought that a family of wanderers had had enough of life in the wilderness and wanted to go to the city to have fun. This kind of thing had happened before. Some people failed and some succeeded, but the whole process must have been bloody.
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Compared to street gangs, most homeless families are more united and more effective in fighting, but their disadvantage is that once they enter the city, it won't take long for someone to discover that besides being loyal to the family, they have other things to do.
There are many options.
The simplest way is to quietly leave the family, pretend to be immigrants, and try to live an ordinary life. Another major disadvantage they face comes from the Law Enforcement Bureau.
The Law Enforcement Bureau doesn't like this happening very much. A family of homeless people who enter the city represent dozens or hundreds of big troubles and run rampant on the streets. They have more contempt for the law than street warriors. This contempt is even without reason.
, everyone’s behavior is unpredictable.
Therefore, they will acquiesce in allowing local gangs to attack the homeless family, leaving them with corpses everywhere or retreating in the face of difficulties.
But apparently the invasion of the Chicago Rangers was something unusual. The local gang that had invaded their territory disappeared without a trace, and the law enforcers couldn't even find a small leader.
A new gang named YoungMoney055 was the next victim. They had a fierce exchange of fire with the intruders. It is said that the exchange of fire lasted for 19 minutes, leaving more than 3,000 bullet holes at the scene.
When the law enforcers arrived belatedly, they found only 55 corpses of YoungMoney055 gang members at the scene. Perhaps because they felt that the number of corpses was not eye-catching enough, the top three leaders of YoungMoney055 were hanged at the law enforcement bureau that night.
gate.
The guard from the Law Enforcement Bureau swore that one second he was looking at the direction of the street lights, and the next second he looked there, someone was hanging there and struggling. He waited for the law enforcement officers to find suitable climbing equipment and put the body down.
By then, it was already fifteen minutes later.
This horror story, which sounded like an urban legend, quickly silenced the entire Chicago underground. The local FBAS Bureau began to intervene, and then, half of the FBAS Bureau's agents died in one night.
Now the whole of Chicago understands that the city has ushered in its new owner.
By the time Mikkelsen received the results of the Joint Investigation Office's investigation, it was already the fourth day since the war in Madagascar began. Apparently, Markarian had already planned it, and the war in Madagascar was just a bright card put on by both sides.
, secretly, this infiltration may have started as early as a month ago.
Those player groups in the cities of their choice have dedicated people who are responsible for supporting them, and people who are responsible for helping them become familiar with the local underground order. They know how to avoid the eyes of the media and officials.
This is what Markarian wants, to mix players into the world like sand, and the world will be finished.
Mrs. Generous wants to see a big scene, so give her a big scene in the Madagascar War. Markarian wants stability and allows the players to stand firm, so the few player groups that have successfully gained a foothold are role models. They successfully broke into the city.
Inside, there is no massacre, no big explosion, just... another gang force.
Fortunately, Mikkelsen was well prepared. He put Tang Ji at the front desk. This was the purpose of establishing the FBAS Bureau. He had a large amount of superhuman information at hand. A full-scale war would naturally look like a full-scale war.
It is also time to expand the scale of the war.
"Let the Luther government issue a three-level combat readiness announcement." Mikkelsen made a phone call, and after repeated confirmation from the other party, issued the order.
For players who have mastered the ability to quickly disperse and transfer through dimensional gates, the aboriginal side is unable to effectively counterattack. They can only compete by forming a stronghold and fighting a dull battle.
Mikkelsen spent so much energy on the Luther government during this period to re-establish the majesty of the federal government just to deal with today's situation. He didn't believe that little bitch Markarian would be so honest.