Although it is a war with gangs, this does not mean that the battle will always be smooth sailing.

The gang forces in the area have developed to a level that is unbelievable to ordinary people. The weapons they possess are no worse than those of the regular army, including rifles, machine guns, anti-material sniper rifles, and in some places they even possess armored vehicles and helicopters.

After the fighting starts in this slum, gangsters in other areas may receive news and come to support. After all, the slum is in a state of anarchy, and the daily managers are the gang. The people in the slum are a resource to the gang.

There are hundreds of thousands of people in a slum, which is the same as the classic saying: 100 million people can become billionaires if they give me one dollar each.

The scale of the operation of thousands of people is indeed quite large. Even with the assistance of intelligent programs, high-altitude detection by drones, and scanning with various sophisticated equipment, it is impossible to avoid being discovered by gangsters patrolling and guarding.

Not long after 1,500 special operations troops entered the slum, the 5,000 security guards surrounding the slum were discovered. These gangsters directly cranked the sirens with their hands and sounded the piercing sirens.

Woo~woo!

"Follow the plan!"

Serious instructions came from the helmets, and the 1,500 soldiers who had quietly sneaked into the slums entered combat mode.

They are like a group of players who have turned on the perspective hanger. The high-altitude drones can clearly see everyone hiding in the slums from a God's perspective.

Kevin's five-man team entered over the wall from the south of the slum, avoiding the eyes of most gangsters. They held machine guns and rifles, with the assaulter in front and the machine gunner behind, and cautiously walked through the intricate alleys.

There are many eyes looking at them from the houses on both sides. There may be gang members among these people, but the smart system cannot identify them until they can see their faces clearly.

At the beginning of the combat operation, they didn't care whether they would be discovered after entering the slums. The purpose of wearing full body armor was to fight gangsters in street fights.

With the help of technological equipment, you will never be caught off guard in an alley.

The 1,500 soldiers were divided into 300 squads, gradually moving from all sides of the slum toward the center to several well-located drug distribution points deep in the slum.

If drug traffickers don't want the vast fortunes of distribution points to be burned, they must step up and stop the soldiers in their tracks.

When the team reached a narrow staircase going up, Kevin saw from his helmet several humanoid silhouettes marked in yellow standing next to the windows of the house next to the slope, and gently moved his finger to the trigger position.

The other four people in the team also spotted these figures marked in yellow. The team leader gently signaled to raise the muzzle of the gun and continued to advance slowly.

The gang leader hiding on both sides of the window of the house looked at the five fully armed soldiers moving slowly on the monitor, licking his tongue back and forth excitedly, and his breathing gradually became rapid.

Every gun battle is a test of life and death for these people. Even the military and police have fought back many times. Now they are just facing mercenaries from a company. It doesn't matter if the equipment looks better.

Each of them has an automatic rifle, and anyone who shoots frequently knows that bullet-proof vests like rifles cannot protect them at all.

Even if body armor can protect against it, helmets cannot protect against it, so they are very confident that with the sudden attack and the power of the automatic rifle, the protective umbrella will definitely roll out of their territory like those military police.

The little gang leader's heartbeat gradually accelerated. He looked at the approaching minions of the Umbrella Company on the monitor. After they reached a distance where even random shots could hit them, he immediately shouted into his mobile phone: "Now!"

The gangsters who had been waiting for the order immediately got up, but the moment they stuck their guns out of the window, violent gunfire and dense bullets hit them head-on. Their bodies, along with the walls, were riddled with holes and exploded.

Sand and debris obscured their miserable appearance.

The first battle in the dark caused a chain reaction, filling the slums with gunshots.

They were as dense as Spring Festival firecrackers, crackling and popping.

Residents hiding in slum houses are like people who have been unable to sleep due to the noise of firecrackers, helplessly waiting for the moment when it ends.

But the night is still very long, and the battle will not end so soon!

He and his four teammates continued to move forward. Kevin had just pressed the machine gun and fired a round. The bullets almost shattered the wall of the building. The vibration caused by the machine gun made his blood boil. He wanted to empty the drum all at once.

The real battle made him more and more excited. The first encounter ended in victory. With a start, the subsequent actions became much faster.

The drones in the sky have calculated all the data on the movement of people below, determined the locations of the gangsters based on the activities, and then, based on the distribution of the intelligent system, have the nearest team go to those locations to confirm the identities of the moving people.

Kevin's team was assigned to a nearby location. There were twelve people gathered in a chaotic mess at the target, and the activities were relatively violent.

They quickly climbed the stairs, then turned left, and soon reached the marked target location.

It was a small flat land halfway up the mountain. There were goals on both sides of the flat land, probably for children to play football.

There are twelve people gathered here now, all holding spears in their hands. The leader seems to be assigning tasks.

The sound of gunfire rang out everywhere covered up the sound of Kevin's team moving, and coupled with the special mute processing of the Guardian suit, the twelve gangsters were sieved by the intensive firepower of machine guns and rifles, and only then did they realize that the enemy had approached.

The killing speed of the machine gun should not be much worse than the speed of a combine harvester cutting wheat. After passing the twelve gangsters who fell to the ground lifeless, Kevin's team continued hunting in the middle of the night.

Kevin and his team members continued to follow the mission, killing more than 30 gangsters in the process.

The gangsters were being massacred efficiently, and they were still full of confidence.

The slums are their territory. If you are not a local, you will easily be led astray by the complicated and illogical roads. Outsiders will only be repulsed by their familiarity with the terrain.

When they first heard the gunshots, they were still calm. The people in charge of this slum were still telling adult jokes in the distribution store.

But after a few minutes, they contacted the little bosses again, and none of them said anything, and they gradually realized that something was wrong.

When I walked to look at the surveillance, everyone was frightened. Their person died just as if they were named, and the speed was so fast that they were caught off guard.

Some lucky guys did not die immediately and reported the situation to the bosses with trembling swear words. As soon as they showed up, they would be killed by a hail of bullets. Those people's marksmanship was not very good, but they The firepower is strong!

－－－－－－Digression－－－－－

Ignorant, humble, and weak human beings, put aside your ignorance. The truth is right in front of you, fear Him! Listen to our Lord’s command and clear away the darkness! Burn out the fallen false gods and offer the most splendid gift for the coming of our Lord. Fireworks!

Lance: I'm just a kitten, why do people want to tear me apart?

...

The reincarnated cat lost its ability to empathize, gained the forbidden code of emotions and knowledge, and became the ultimate ancient god by seeing through everything.

"Brother Shen!"

"Um!"

When Shen Changqing walks on the road and meets familiar people, he will say hello or nod to each other.

But no matter who it is.

There is no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they are indifferent to everything.

Regarding this.

Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.

Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, it also has some other side jobs.

It can be said.

Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.

When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.

When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but over time he got used to it.

The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.

Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.

Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.

Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.

Anyone who enters the Demon Slayer Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.

Then he will be promoted step by step, and eventually he is expected to become a guardian envoy.

Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.

Possess the memory of the previous life.

He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.

It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.

Unlike other places in the Demon Suppressing Division that are full of chills, the attic here seems to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppressing Division.

At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.

Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.

Enter the attic.

The environment changes in vain.

The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, causing him to frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.

There is almost no way to clean away the smell of blood on everyone in the Zhenmo Division.
Chapter completed!