The soldiers of the Japanese Silver Mine Branch on Ghost's right hand rushed out from the side and began to exchange fire with Asmodeus's last fighting force. Most of the soldiers on both sides belonged to the foreign special forces of the Japanese Cabinet Intelligence Investigation Office. What they saw in the scopes were each other. A familiar face, but the finger that pulled the trigger without hesitation, gunshots rang out, and skulls exploded. Immediately, a car lost control and hit the isolation pier on the street. There was a "boom" and a fire broke out into the sky.
This is a battle about faith. Asmodeus spent many years gradually mastering the underground power of the Intelligence Investigation Room, and the ghost's silver mines continued to penetrate, extending the tentacles of the veins to every corner of the Metropolitan Police Building. A corner, suspicion, snooping and lurking are the themes of this silent battle. Now all the speculations have finally come to light. "Captain Demu," a soldier driving a car saw the man wearing a blue jacket and gray hair on the side of the road. The middle-aged man holding an assault rifle couldn't help but exclaimed, "We must pass this news to the deacon, we must..." His vision suddenly fell into darkness, and Dekiike Taro pulled the trigger accurately. Three 5.56mm bullets were sent into his left eye. The rolling bullets turned his brain into paste and cut off all his unfinished thoughts. "Boom," the second car crashed on the street, two people were injured. The soldiers who were on fire rushed out screaming and doing funny dances in the rain of bullets.
"You haven't taken action yet. Your name is Mori Nasser, right? You are the son of God, how could you become a ghost?" Sam wore huge Ray-Ban sunglasses to cover his scarred face. He had just emptied the magazine of his revolver and was hiding at the entrance of the alley to change bullets.
The Arab young man wearing a fitted Italian handmade suit said expressionlessly: "Please call me Mori Alpha Gold Mine. There is a big gap between our departments and levels. You have no right to command me. I only follow the instructions of the listener." ,"
"Islamists," the American muttered, leaned out and fired. "What Alpha, what gold mine, it's just a chess piece lurking in the enemy's place. Let's see how you explain the death of another Son of God when you go back." It’s better to just throw away the disguise, it’s not an easy job to be undercover,”
"There is no god but God. Muhammad is the messenger of Allah, and the listener is Jibreila, one of the four angels. What he says is conveying Allah's will. I have no right to doubt it," Nasser said. Calmly replied, "If the listener orders me to expose myself at this time, or even rush to the wheel to free myself immediately, I will execute it without hesitation, because even if I die, I will be resurrected on the Day of Resurrection,"
Sam was stunned for a moment, "I'm not familiar with the listener's methods, but what you said doesn't sound like what a sane person would say... By the way, what exactly does your gold mine do? Oh, join in. I've been ghosting for so long, but I'm still confused about the entire structure,"
"That's because your caste is just a lower gamma minus," Mori Nasser replied. "Every time your caste increases by one level, your confidentiality authority will increase by one level, and the information you can access will naturally increase. With your current status, I’m afraid you don’t even know the ultimate goal of Ghost’s right hand, so please stop making random comments.”
The American blew away the hot smoke from the barrel, frowned and then relaxed: "I know, to me, the ghost is just a big consortium that doesn't want to reveal its true identity. As long as the reward is high enough, I won't do anything." Relationship, I don’t care if the person sitting in the headquarters office is an anti-humanist or a macaw typing randomly on the keyboard, this is the optimistic spirit that we Americans rely on to survive..."
The pursuers behind were blocked by ghosts. Azwe drove an ambulance and approached the checkpoint. The police stationed behind the cordon were so frightened by the fierce gun battle that they hid. Only a loudspeaker mounted on the police car repeatedly played the message "No entry into the restricted area". warning, the windshield of the car was already broken, Rainforest Flower squinted her eyes, raised her pistol in the strong wind, fired and hit the orange button of the movable barrier, the crossbar was raised, Aziwei stepped on the accelerator, it was broken The burning ambulance screamed, knocked over two isolation piers, rushed out of the checkpoint, and drew a serpentine curve on the street. The onlookers screamed and fled in all directions. The ambulance passed through the flow of people and traffic, and in front of it was the wide Chiyoda Chuo. Main Street, but due to the regional blockade, thousands of vehicles and dense pedestrians have completely blocked the street. "Traffic jam is indeed a disease of Tokyo... Should it be said that it is a disease of East Asia and Pacific countries? Why do you Orientals You like to watch the excitement so much that you won’t dodge even if the bullets are flying around your head. What do you think, you bastard who is sleeping,” Aziwei held Gu Tie’s head in her right arm and sighed at him, Chinese In response, the Rainforest Flower smiled.
"Get away," she shouted wildly, firing her gun into the sky, driving onto the sidewalk, knocking the bicycle parking shed, cafe and newsstand away one by one. The pursuers had been left far behind, because the Metropolitan Police Department building was attacked by an EMP bomb. The police who were in chaos and the Ground Self-Defense Force who were afraid to dispatch due to political pressure were not threats. In the huge steel jungle of Tokyo, Azwe was confident of finding a safe haven. At this moment , she suddenly felt something strange. This strange feeling was not transmitted from the sensory organs to the nerve center, but appeared directly in the depths of her consciousness, causing her body to tremble from the inside out. One hundred thousand platinum electrodes Moving restlessly in the air, feeling the violently increasing charge in the air.
Aziwei couldn't help but look back. Through the burning carriage and only half of the back door, she saw a pure white light rising from the blockade in the distance. This light beam was not dazzling, but it had a heavy texture. It seemed as if it was poured with high-density mercury; after a few seconds, countless branch-shaped branches appeared in the light column. These photoelectric tentacles spread densely in all directions, quickly covering a large area of the sky. Then, each branched branch A bright white ball of light with a blue tail flame is condensed at the tip. Just by looking at it, you can guess that this extremely compressed plasma ball contains terrifying power of destruction. This surreal scene attracts everyone. At the glances of passers-by, Aziwei shuddered, "It's the man using electricity, he's not dead yet... Damn, damn, damn," she instinctively sensed the danger and drove the car across the sidewalk to speed up. The car drove away, but the ruptured tires were overloaded, and the car began to slow down. "Move, move," the woman roared, shifting gears, refueling, and the ambulance's hybrid engine made a crackling sound. Suddenly, the right rear tire burst completely, and the car began to slide sideways. Through the broken glass window, a little girl could be seen standing blankly in the middle of the sidewalk, looking at the car rushing toward her with her mouth wide open.
"Squeaks ..." The metal body rubbed the ground tiles and screamed, dragging a slide of Mars, slipping out of more than ten meters, and finally stopped. The bumper was only a few centimeters away from the little girl in the school uniform. Gu Tie put on his shoulders, kicked the door of the driver's seat and jumped out of the car, and rushed to a small alley with his back on his back. "What are you doing? The little girl yelled, and saw the girl still standing there, and took out a pistol bang to shoot again, "Roll away, everyone,"
Japanese girls finally grinned and turned around and ran to the streets. The crowded ambulances and the fierce silver -haired woman shocked and began to surge out. While this noise, A Qiwei looked back and glanced back. Come to the brilliant pure white tree, cursing and rushing into the dark alley.
"... what is that," Sam Williams took a few steps in horror. As a type of person who is beyond ordinary people, he noticed that this is definitely not a good sign.
"The mission is completed, retreat," the instructions of the Taro Taro Muichi, the ghost soldiers began to retreat, the wreckage of the four cars burned in the center of the street, and the final blocking war was undoubtedly very successful.
"It is Dvolu," the look of the Arab youth seemed to be suspicious. "In the information I have, he only has 'light arc', 'flow net', 'flame snake', '蜇“', 'Dark Armor' Five There is also the ultimate method of the outbreak of the plasma ball, but this big tree ... Is he completely liberated, he is the first modulation body, and it is impossible to know the consequences of this, "
The Americans ran the sky while running: "Don't be in a daze. The control time of the Brotherhood is over. The Self -Defense Force is about to clear the field. The point is gradually amplifying, that is the OH-9 "Iga" multi-purpose armed helicopter of the OH-9 "Iga" of the Japanese Land Self-Defense Force. Unlike police helicopters equipped with light firepower, these heavy helicopters are equipped with a 20mm machine gun, and the sixteenth is a pair The ground attack missile and two twenty -twenty -twenty rockets are hanging. Some test models are also equipped with laser -oriented weapons and particle beam generators, which can completely destroy the devastating force of a block. Escape from the ground, knocking on his temples was annoyed and said to himself: "How honest the copper ore is working well, the money of the silver mine is really not easy to make, my classic version of gasoline engine Mustang sports car ..."
The pure white tree covered the sky, and a man looked at this wonderful landscape, but his complexion was surprisingly calm. "This is not the field of human beings," Mountain Mountain murmured. When will the scenes in the comics become reality? Naomi is beautiful. It seems that I can't bring you back to the Bazhong Mountain Islands. I hope that the gusts of winter can blow your ashes back to the cliffs of the mountain flowers. ... "He opened the trench coat, took out a small plastic box, carefully tied the metal hydrogen explosives inside into a beam, and then took out the cylindrical ultra -high -pressure detonation of the tube to connect the wire on it. Finally, the Ryukyu people sat down. Use a slender finger to help Asada Naomi sort out the hair. "I can finally take a good rest ..."