Chapter 1040: violent

Although I don't understand what is going on? But four or five of his men flew flesh and blood in an instant, and their heads were separated, which was obviously wrong. Marco immediately turned around and ran-the dog was awkward, biting several people instantly.
But less than a hundred meters away, Marco, panting, suddenly gave a sharp cough. Coughing, coughing, non-stop coughing, tears and snot all came out, and he could not control the knees, kneeling, painfully grasping his throat, he could not pull out his heart and lungs.
A hot, itchy gas was digging into Marco's mouth and nose. He was eager to hold his breath, but the severe cough made him breathe even more, and the situation was even worse.
Not only the lungs are coughing, but also the eyes are stinging, tears are rushing out, and even the bare skin is in pain. Marco had to utter a painful scream, dumb and stern, and extremely painful.
Oops ... this is really terrible!
Marco was more panicked in his pain, and he opened his eyes forcibly, only to see himself running into a white mist. And in this constantly spreading mist was Uncle Black, who was just as painful and tumultuous as he was. Let alone fight now, no morale, no escape.
It's tear gas!
Haw stood up, Marco grabbed the kettle he was carrying, raised his head and flushed his face a few times, then took a big sip of water. But all this does not help, the pain still exists, even more intense.
"I want to escape, I have to escape." Marco took a random direction and headed out, bumping into black people running around on the road. They screamed without exception, trying to find a way to escape without discerning things.
The screams cause stronger breathing, and the pain is more intense.
And just around the Palace Square, the three people who jumped down before were regularly driven by the rocket backpack and planned to fly down the street. Every 50 meters, they drop a tear gas bomb, and the explosive ammunition will release a strong irritating gas.
The rocket backpack was fast and quickly completed the flight around the Palace Square. The three guys who lost tear gas flew together to the church steeple in the square. The petite Ellie and Elin sisters are clapping and cheering, treating all this as a game.
"It's so fun, it's exciting, and the feeling of falling from the sky is absolutely exciting!"
"I want to do it again, it is much cooler than ordinary bungee jumping. The key is that there are thousands of people to cooperate with, it is an unprecedented way of fighting."
"Victor, I love you so much. You can always come up with new ways to play."
Looking around, there is no more organized resistance. The two girls declared their praise, but Zhou Qingfeng ordered on the radio: "Let the airship land, assault!"
The airship printed with the Golden Dragon logo has been lowered to a height of 100 meters in a safe area hundreds of meters away, and there are twelve fully-armed mutant warriors standing at the hatch. These violent soldiers jumped down when they were more than ten meters above the ground, yelling loudly and attacking the square.
Fighting, fighting, mutants are fearless who march towards death. All mutants carry M134 barrel machine guns and carry 10,000 rounds of large magazines. They came in the shape of a triangle, and saw the black people running around immediately splashing hundreds of rounds of rain without hesitation.
The super high rate of fire of M134 was like a torrential storm. Numerous bullets formed a wall. They slammed into the black man who originally surrounded the palace square. Between the flesh and blood, the blocker must die.
Fight, let the blood fill the earth, and let the shouts shake the sky.
The mutants in the killing are the most terrifying war machine, fast speed, good endurance, and extremely strong will to fight. The place where they hit must have been corpses all over the ground.
Marco's men were originally confused by tear gas and had no intention of fighting, but only hated not running fast enough to escape the battlefield. This time it was mopped by mutants, and it was like a field of wheat harvest. It fell in pieces and had no resistance at all.
Countless people ran back and forth between the buildings, countless corpses fell to the corner of the street, and countless assassinations were being displayed wantonly. Fortunately, to avoid the first wave of attacks, a severe cough will also attract the attention of death. The death ripples caused by only twelve mutants are enough to kill nearly a thousand people.
When the mutant ammunition box was empty, they fired 120,000 rounds. The path they walked was full of bullet holes, and the fans attacked by them were like a sea of ​​blood, permeated with a thick smell of blood.
The smell of tear gas is also extremely painful for mutants with a sense of smell, but these mad soldiers turn pain into a desire to kill. They dropped the M134 machine gun, which was out of ammunition, and found a bunch of bundled grenades from their bodies.
Six or seven types of grenades with wooden handles, ordinary people usually bring four, too much will easily fatigue. The mutable humans pack six ties with special ammunition bags, each of which is a bundle of five bundles.
Many black thugs avoided the initial attacks and hid in the buildings around the palace square. It was not that they did not want to run farther, but that their physical condition was really unsupportable. It would be nice if they could not be fainted by tear gas. But the black thugs wanted to escape, and the mutable races wouldn't let them go.
Marco stumbled into an abandoned and broken house at this moment, this kind of building can be seen everywhere in the city of Luanda, even more densely around the palace square.
"Insufficient, I ca n’t hold it anymore ~ ​​EbookFREE.me ~ Marco fell in the corner, and slightly opened his eyes to see that there were actually a few people hiding in the room. All of them coughed, no She stopped crying and was scourged by tear gas.
No one in the broken house can care about whoever, whether you were a leader or a soldier before, this moment is equal. Everyone was panting with pain, waiting for the effect of tear gas to pass. However, when they felt that the war had nothing to do with them, there was a loud explosion in the distance.
Marco was like a bird of shock, bowed his head out of the window of the broken house, panting, and saw a huge figure about a hundred meters away. "It's a monster ..., a monster soldier."
Hearing "Monster Soldier", the black thug in the broken house couldn't sit still in panic. Several people got up and ran out, with the intention of staying as far away as possible from these terrible fighters.
Marco wants to run too, but he can't run. Seeing that a large number of people ran out of the sheltered house and gathered to escape on the street, he could only sit and wait and watch, his power was almost exhausted by tear gas.
But running out does not mean to live. The mutant soldiers in the distance saw a dense crowd and grinned immediately. It grabbed a bundle of grenade grenade, accelerated and pulled the string. Five bundles of six or seven grenades flew hundreds of meters away and exploded in the air before landing.
This kind of power is only possessed by sturdy mutants. The exploding shrapnel covered a range of 20 to 30 meters. In this range, more than a dozen black thugs were killed and wounded.
"It's terrible, it's terrible!" Every time Marco beats his heartbeat with pain, watching the people who took refuge killed by his own life, the powerlessness and horror made it hard to resist. He could only raise his last strength and escape from other directions in hiding, and never dared to look back.