"All our people are dead. Hurry up and get people here. Those damn bastards are very powerful! Get people over here for support!"

After the head of the distribution point hung up the call for help, his cell phone rang again. He was so irritated that he could only answer the phone again.

The gunfire outside never stopped. A total of more than 400 people died during this period, and I don't know how many people are still alive.

The signal in the slums is not blocked. The purpose is to allow drug dealers to ask for help, reduce the difficulty of their next operation, and also show their strength to the outside world.

"Who are you? Well, what can I do for you, Boss Guador?"

The second call came from the boss of a nearby gang that controlled several nearby slums. He had now left the slums and was hiding in a safe house to make this call to them.

After hearing Guador's voice, the head of the distribution store who was originally looking crazy acted as well as a naughty dog. He nodded and bowed in response. Then his eyes flashed and he praised the boss for his wisdom.

After the call ended, the leader walked out of the room and said to the hesitant thugs outside: "Go and call all the people outside. The ten of you will go find some empty guns and give them to ordinary people, tie their hands and push them out."

, the more the better! We will stay here from now on, and support will arrive soon!"

The plan arranged by the boss himself is really exquisite. The bastards of Umbrella killed so many poor people and were beaten back by them. Later, they bought the media and slandered Umbrella for massacring the poor. They would definitely cover their trouser pockets and return to the United States.

The boss is the boss, he always comes up with ideas that he can't think of!

Knowing that there would be support soon, the gangsters who were about to despair regained hope and went about arranging tasks with howling cries. Many civilians were taken out of their homes, their mouths were sealed, their hands were tied, and they were forced to hold them at gunpoint.

Walk towards the place where the gunfire came from.

…

Inside several bloated armored vehicles in the wasteland being developed outside the slums.

Umbrella staff in black uniforms are processing various reported information, correcting some doubtful data, and recording minor problems that arise in the operation of the system, so as to optimize and upgrade the individual combat system in the future.

A female employee in the deepest compartment of the carriage locked her blue eyes on the information flowing on the screen. After a while, she pressed the earphone and said quickly: "The source of the signal has been traced, de Janeiro, Flemish Beach, Flanders

-20, Hotel Normando.”

"clear."

Located in a certain military base, two Quinjet fighter jets set off with twenty members of the special operations force.

…

In the fierce fighting in the slum, Kevin hid behind the wall, removed the empty drum and replaced it with the second drum on his waist. Bayi Chinese website

His teammates were also staying behind a nearby wall, changing magazines.

They encountered a real obstacle, the intersection ahead. The gangsters no longer tried to make surprise attacks, but instead used large slabs of stone and concrete roadblocks to build bunkers and pointed their guns at the only way forward.

As soon as the Kevin Five show up, the gangsters will unreasonably pull the trigger and launch a dense barrage.

In that period, each of them had been hit more than five times. The bullets were embedded in the bulletproof inserts and did not cause any damage to the bodies behind the inserts, but this is not absolute.

Although the protection level of the Guardian suit is very high, there are some areas that it cannot protect against, such as the palms and soles of the feet. These two places will be penetrated by rifle bullets, or fractures will be caused, and the bullets will get stuck in the bones.

The body modification technology has not yet been developed. If the palm is gone, they will no longer be able to fight for their ideals, but there are still ways...

The team leader made a few gestures to Kevin, who understood.

Kevin held the machine gun with his elbow, and his right hand responsible for firing was hidden behind the bulletproof splint on his shoulder. His upper body slid close to the ground, and he stretched his upper body from behind the wall where he was hiding, and fired at the bunker in front of him.

Several other people took advantage of the gang's suppressed position to lean out and shoot out the searchlights on both sides of the bunker with their rifles. They then retracted their bodies and called for air support.

The drone flying in the sky received the order and immediately flew over the bunker, scanned the personnel and fired eight micro-missiles.

The tail flame of the micro missile is just a small dot in the dark night, and even the sound is almost inaudible.

Each of the eight missiles hit a gangster. The charge of the micro-missile was a new type of explosive developed by Stark. The thumb-sized micro-missile had the same explosive power as an ordinary grenade.

The eight gangsters who were hiding behind the bunker and still panicking when the lights disappeared were killed in the next second with their limbs broken and their internal organs shattered.

After confirming that the obstacles ahead have been cleared, Kevin's team continues to move forward.

They are the fastest team. After climbing over this obstacle, they will find a drug distribution point not far away, and no one will stop them on the road.

There were a lot of people gathered behind the house not far ahead. The detection system had marked them clearly, but Kevin's team had no intention of stopping. They just pointed their guns at the places where people were hiding.

location.

Gangsters also use surveillance. When they see Kevin's team approaching, they immediately point their guns at the civilians whose hands and mouths are bound.

The threatened civilians had no choice but to walk out of their hiding place tremblingly, closed their eyes tightly, and prayed to Jesus over and over again that they would be more relaxed when they died. Unexpectedly, they walked several steps without being attacked.

After opening their closed eyes, they discovered that there was someone in front of them. Five figures wearing pitch-black body armor, who looked particularly tall and strong under the dim light of the street lights, were approaching quickly.

They couldn't see the face clearly in the dark head, but they saw two green eyes-like things, their noses moved slightly, and they could smell the smell of gunpowder smoke getting closer and closer.

Kevin and the others really didn't expect that gangsters would kidnap civilians and force these poor people into the battlefield with guns.

Fortunately, the response speed of the exoskeleton and intelligent system was faster than their brains, which instantly stopped them from pulling the trigger, otherwise these innocent civilians would be killed and implicated.

After being stunned for a short time, several people ran wildly in front of the civilians, passed them, and separated them from the gangsters with their bodies.

The medical soldier in the team punched open the closed iron door on the side and waved for the civilians to go in and hide to avoid being affected by the battle.

The few coerced civilians were overjoyed and cleverly accepted the arrangement, knocked open a nearby house and hid inside.

The gang leader saw what happened briefly through the screen of his mobile phone. He opened his eyes angrily and shouted: "They found out, give me..."

Before he could finish his words, urgent and heavy footsteps rushed in front of them, several tall figures broke into their sight, and gunshots and miserable howls rang out.

One of the gangsters accidentally fell to the ground. He fired more than a dozen bullets at Kevin with the rifle in his hand and did not see him fall. The companions around him still fell in the hail of bullets, with blood splattering on his face. , causing him to shout like a collapse, "Devil! Demon!"

The more they fired, the more these gangsters collapsed, because they found that no matter how they fired, the bullets that were originally invincible hit them like rocks and could not cause any harm.

"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 he got used to it over time.

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 Department, 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.

Different from other places in the Demon Suppression 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 Suppression 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 just 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 cleanse away the smell of blood that comes from everyone in the Zhenmo Division.
Chapter completed!