The Arab youth wearing a black suit and red tie had forced Sam Williams to a corner. He only relied on the tactical knowledge he had mastered in the Marine Corps, a small pistol and the survival skills accumulated from working in the "copper mines" for several years. Experience, the American tenaciously survived for five minutes and thirty seconds in front of the Son of God. His physical and mental strength reached the limit, but the terrifying alien showed no signs of fatigue. "Boom..." A series of explosions blew away the phone booth on the street. Flying, the twisted metal whizzed past Sam's head. He threw himself towards a bunker with all his strength, and rolled behind the modern sculpture in the square in front of the Metropolitan Police Building, huffing and puffing, and blood dripping down his chin. , there were countless wounds scratched by metal fragments on his body, but it was really a blessing from the gods that the aorta was not damaged.
"What a good job..." The American spat out a mouthful of blood, pulled out the sterling silver holy medal of St. Christopher from the collar of his flowered shirt and murmured a prayer, hoping that this patron saint of travelers could be like the one who carried Jesus Christ on his back. Like He, he rescued himself from this unlucky situation. The enemy's behavior confused him. Why did this alien not hunt down the chosen one, but instead bit him in the back and pursued him? That Demu who always talks about running trains ·If Beta Silver Mine doesn’t show up with reinforcements, it can wait to collect the corpses for itself...
At this time, the tycoon who had fainted in the EMP bomb sat up and looked around in confusion: "What happened?"
"Not sure, contact was interrupted," the black-haired Arab walked up to him.
Juan Modorado lowered his head to look at the wound on his wrist and the pool of blood on the ground, and curled his lips: "Electromagnetic radiation, fortunately it is far away from the center of the explosion, so he was not seriously injured, and the total blood volume... is not a problem," he picked up the blood on the ground. He picked up half of the Bolivar cigar, took out a gold-plated Dupont lighter from his arms, lit the half of the cigar and took a deep breath. At this time, a strange scene happened. The pool of blood on the ground began to change from dark red to silvery white. In a few seconds, Within a few minutes, the plasma turned into a viscous fluid with a metallic texture, and crawled back into the tycoon's body as if it were alive. "Crack," a bullet was squeezed out by the thigh muscles and fell to the ground. It was shot by Sam Williams. Nine millimeter bullets.
A thin stream of magnetic fluid emerged from his right wrist, turning into a silver-white crutch to hold up the owner's body. "What do you do now?" the tycoon asked vaguely, blowing out a puff of blue smoke.
Morrie Nasser, a black-haired knight of the Temple of Thorns Cross, looked at the Metropolitan Police Building and replied calmly: "The 'Lion' has arrived with new people. They have taken over the task. The candidates are in charge of them. We only need to deal with them." Ghost will do,"
"How many people are there on the other side?" Modorado glanced around nonchalantly, "I didn't see many enemies."
Suddenly, a silver-white shield condensed in front of the tycoon. In an instant, it was pulled into a cone shape by the powerful impact. However, the momentum of the warhead was finally offset. The tip of the cone was only an inch away from the tip of the tycoon's nose. At this time, the sound of the sniper rifle was heard. Entering the eardrum, "Bang," the bright blast echoed in the empty streets. Modorado stretched out his left hand to catch the broken warhead falling from the magnetic fluid shield, "7.62mm, MK11," he sprayed disdainfully from his nostrils. He sneered, loosened his fingers, and the five-petal bullet fell from his fingers.
Nasser, who was standing behind him, immediately locked his attack position. "The second floor of the restaurant across the street is out of our attack range," he said quickly, "but I can help you."
"Very good," the long cigar ashes fell. The tycoon raised his hand and stretched out a magnetic fluid arrow. The silver magnetic fluid arrow in a perfect spindle shape penetrated the air silently, "Bang, bang, "Bang," three circles of air burst ripples appeared in the air. Each explosion added an astonishing boost to the silver arrow, which was faster than a sniper rifle bullet. The arrow instantly penetrated the glass of the sniper position and turned into twelve small silver arrows. Covered the entire room, blood was sprinkled on the wall. The sniper hidden behind the window lowered his head and nailed it to the wall. The small arrow on the floor quickly lost its shape and melted into a silver liquid. It didn't take long before it turned into a dark red. The blood merges with the blood of the deceased.
"Bang bang bang," intensive gunshots rang out, and two teams appeared from both sides of the street at the same time. Sam Williams saw these soldiers wearing NATO standard equipment from the corner of his eye, and let out a long breath. Tokide Kichi Taro's voice suddenly sounded in his ears: "Keep your position and don't move, wait for my instructions,"
"Where are you? Can you hear me?" the American raised his eyebrows.
"This is directional sound wave transmission. I can't hear what you said. The reliability of lip reading is too low. In short, that's it." The middle-aged Japanese voice disappeared. Sam looked around and said with as exaggerated lip movements as possible. Developed an internationally accepted language for greeting each other's mother.
Even with the strength of the Son of God, he had to temporarily avoid the edge under the intensive firepower. The two men in black began to retreat to the interior of the Metropolitan Police Department building. The hall was filled with corpses. In just a few minutes, hundreds of them rushed down from the upstairs. The Japanese police turned into the souls of the Son of God. The elevator was destroyed by the EMP explosion and the stairs collapsed. For a time, there were only flames burning and blood flowing in the vast hall. The wreckage of the van stood in the middle of the hall, like a twisted and surreal statue. ism sculpture.
Suddenly, the muzzle flash illuminated the ceiling. On the second-floor platform of the empty hall, three soldiers spit out tongues of flame from their assault rifles. These ghost warriors were determined to fight. After a few bursts of fire, they disappeared into the darkness without light. "Looking for death." ," The large magnetic fluid shield in front of the tycoon turned into a silver giant ax for a moment, and the second floor platform was cut off with a "click". The floor collapsed with a rumble. A soldier fell down with a cry of surprise, and even rolled in the air and opened fire. , the giant ax turned into a spear, pierced his chest from top to bottom, and nailed him to death in the air. The high-strength ceramic plate of the bulletproof tactical vest was as fragile as thin ice in front of the magnetic fluid spear. The soldier His hands and feet twitched, and a high-explosive grenade rolled down from the palm of his hand. "Boom," the shock wave blew through the hall, and prefabricated fragments flew in all directions. The tycoon did not dodge at all. The spear of magnetic fluid that was blown into pieces condensed into a long silver rope. A few bends and extensions will attract all the metal fragments to it.
"Crash..." Metal fragments were scattered on the ground. Modorado took another puff of his cigar and slowly sprayed out a dense blue mist. "The Duke didn't know what he was thinking," he shrugged and muttered, "In the temple Although my ranking within the Thorn Cross Regiment is not high, my combat effectiveness is much stronger than those losers. What's so great about a candidate? It's just that I am defeated, and you, a newcomer, are sent to supervise me. Who are you Lucifer? The products are coming soon,”
"Last year's third place," Nasser replied, "The deacon just asked me to assist you in your work, please don't worry about it."
"That's all, now we've sent that stinky blond boy out again. What's so great about the deputy deacon? This was originally my credit alone," the tycoon shook his head dissatisfied, and casually shot out a spear of magnetic fluid to kill a man. soldiers nailed to the wall.
Mori Nasser thoughtfully touched his chin covered with green stubble, "Lord Devereux is the eleventh member of parliament and the original work of Lucifer. You don't say that very respectfully, Modo." Mr. Lado,"
The tycoon snorted and seemed to be in a bad mood. The electromagnetic radiation from the EMP bomb caused him to lose most of his physical strength. Now he just wanted to quickly deal with the enemy, complete this annoying task, and return to his sea-view mansion in Rio de Janeiro, comfortably. Sitting on the balcony drinking, admiring the sunset over the bay protected by the icon of Christ, several soldiers rushed into the broken glass door, "dong dong," the grenade launcher threw out the 40mm grenade, and the Arab youth quietly induced an air explosion, The grenade bounced far away, "Boom, boom," flames rose in the distance, and the shock wave blew his curly black hair, "What caused you to mess with you just now was electromagnetic radiation, right? In other words, all the electrons nearby The equipment is out of order," he asked casually.
The magnetic fluid was shaped into three pairs of silver spider legs to hold up his fat body. The tycoon dodged a hail of bullets in the air and turned the magnetic fluid into extremely thin silver threads to wrap around the enemy, instantly cutting several soldiers into irregular pieces. "It's an electromagnetic bomb, rookie," he said irritably. "The center of the explosion should be underground. Unless it is shielded by a radiation protection layer, no electronic equipment will survive."
Nasser took a few steps and leaned against a pillar to block stray bullets. "What about the biochip?"
At this time, heavy footsteps sounded, and a huge figure wearing an armored exoskeleton appeared at the door. This is the latest battlefield suppression equipment equipped by the Foreign Service Team of the Cabinet Intelligence Investigation Office. This expensive individual soldier exoskeleton is powered by a fuel cell. , the active defense armor has a penetration protection power of more than 800mm homogeneous steel plate thickness, and is equipped with a 12.7mm machine gun, grenade launcher and pulse laser launcher, but as soon as the machine gun roared, the Tycoon's attack arrived, and he emitted the maximum The tide of magnetic fluid, the silvery white viscous liquid completely wrapped the dark green painted exoskeleton. The magnetic fluid between liquid and solid seeped into every gap in the armor, squeezed through the rubber insulation layer and entered the inner cabin. The sight of the soldier inside was filled with silvery white, "Ah..." He screamed for half his life, and was squeezed to death by the accelerating contraction of magnetic fluid. Blood spurted out from a ball of white material, and the movement of the exoskeleton stopped, and the blood Drops of water flowed out, "Everything within the range was destroyed, and this kind of thing that just came from the outside world... hum," more than one-third of the blood in the body turned into magnetic fluid and gushes out, and the tycoon's face became very pale. , but still had an arrogant expression on his face.
"Oh, then I understand," Nasser nodded reassuringly and quietly walked behind the tycoon.