In Los Angeles, flames burned, illuminating a large night sky. In the distance, dark shadows fell vertically from the cabin door below the airship cabin.

While a huge roar sounded, chaos spread in the city. Dishested citizens rushed into the streets and gathered into the panic and frightened crowds, crowding each other towards the direction pointed by the Mi soldiers who maintained order. There were also crowded figures who fell, trampled by countless panic steps, making miserable screams.

The dead homeless man was in this chaos. His body was leaning against the wall alone, his leg twisted and deformed below the knee, and the blood flowed out from time to time flashed in the sky with explosive flames flashing the luster of liquid.

There are similar pictures on another street not far away. More people's screams were mixed with countless gunshots, shooting in a certain direction. On several infantry crawlers, 25 mm and 1,500 machine guns, like meteor showers under the night sky, were crazily pouring ammunition into the darkness between a nearby building.

"I saw it and needed more reinforcements-"

"Shet! This is a monster in the movie, how could it appear in reality!!"

Before entering the battlefield, when I heard the enemy fighting, my head was a little confused and even felt a little funny. These were just things imagined by the screenwriter in the movie. However, when I caught the enemy, I saw the huge size in the city, or flew in the air, and once created a horrific attack in Pearl Harbor during World War II, and I could no longer have a smile on my face.

"roar--"

The roar of the giant beast resounded through the dark moment, and the giant tail swept across a building, bringing up countless wreckages of the building and smashed it down with a bang. It seemed as if it was tickling the countless firearms that were pouring over, and had no effect on it at all.

At the same moment, the roar of the Raptor fighter jets came from the sky, and the pilots watching the radar showed doubts. There was no red sign of the enemy in the dense star dots on it.

In the wince collection screen, there was only the scene of his family keeping firing into the air. He frowned and said, "...No enemy was found", the voice of his companion in a nearby plane came from the communicator: "James, be careful of your upper right--"

The moment the pilot raised his head, the huge airship passed through the clouds and bumped into him. In desperation, he turned around and accelerated, making a rolling move before he could barely dodge.

Thundering over the city building, the pilot named James deflected the route back to the scheduled attack formation position, looking at the giant airship with naked eyes.

"Prepare for the ladder attack, I'm for the first team."

Just as he and several companions who flew out of the formation made the first ladder offensive, staring at the airship that was descending from the clouds ahead, bounced off the weapon cover on the handshake. The moment he pressed it, the originally huge and ferocious airship gradually disappeared from his sight.

"What's going on?"

This suspicious word also sounded in other parts of the city in this moment. The enemy who was originally fighting seemed to be blown away by a gust of wind in the night at the same time.

Marshall, hiding in the temporary shelter command, was marking every enemy that appeared on the map. Seeing a toy monster placing it on the enemy's position made him feel that ridiculous sense of horror.

The gunshots outside and the whistling of shells gradually disappeared.

"What's going on?"

He put down the ruler for planning the map and walked out of the camp with a cigarette that could make him feel peaceful. The guards who came over were in a somewhat uncertain tone.

"Report to the general, the battles in the whole city stopped almost at the same time, just like... it was like all the enemies were lost."

"On the battlefield, there are no enemies that have never been lost, only the cunning fox that knows how to hide!" Marshall looked at the night sky ahead for a while, and in his tired eyes, it was indeed difficult to see the previous firelight.

However, after a moment, reports from all directions flew over like snowflakes and gathered into the hands of intelligence collectors. As an old man who had experienced the Middle East War, he didn't seem to believe it easily, so he immediately took a jeep to patrol the battlefields in front.

Seeing the Marines who had lost their enemies, they were squatting or lying in the cover in confusion, the darkness ahead was as quiet as the tranquility of the past, becoming peaceful without a trace of danger.

When a scout came back from the front and shook his head to show that there was no enemy, Marshall took off the military cap on his head and squeezed it into his hand.

Under the gray hair, there is a complex expression on the face that is difficult to say.

"Who are we fighting with and where are the enemies?"

Meanwhile, a small group of people who were temporarily forgotten by him, or the city, had already headed south along the west coastline, less than an hour's drive from San Diego, the nearest Mexican city.

The contact was a commuter agency agent who lived here. He was about 40 years old and had settled down here. Naturally, he did not dare to blatantly help Magneto in Los Angeles. Zhou Jin and his group contacted the local snakehead, stuffed some money, and helped find a cargo ship to Xiangjiang.

The lights of the freighter turned around the night sky, shining in the drizzle line, two buses and three off-road vehicles following behind were lighted and crushing the water on the ground, slowly stopped near the dock. Not far away, in the rain curtain on the other side, there were also several cars and five pickup trucks docked on the side of the freighter.

"They are the ones you want to smuggle?"

Inside the car, in the lowered window, there was a Mexican man with thin cheeks and a small beard on his chin. Behind the brown lenses, with a smile on his eyes, he said to a Chinese man beside him: "However, the number of people he said seems to be a little different from what you said before."

"I'll go and have a look." The Chinese man next to him was an agent from the commuter bureau.

The Mexican snake turned his head and looked at the Chinese people beside him out of the car, reached out and hooked his fingers out of the window. One of his men was holding an umbrella and lowered his head to approach him. He heard what he said with his ears, and the smile on his face became stronger.

At the same time, the commuter agency agent who ran to the bus in the rain, met him with a round body that got out of the car.

"We are basically all here, but one is missing. Otherwise, let the person you arrange will wait a little longer."

"It's not a matter of money!" The commuter agency agent crossed the fat man, walked onto the bus and looked at the foreigner who was sleepy and seriously injured, and turned around and lowered his voice.

"... Didn't we agree that there were about ten people? The combined number of these two cars, including the previous number, is hundreds."

"Hey... Isn't it just a little more people?" The fat man quickly took out the cigarette he bought in Los Angeles and quickly dispersed one for him. "Look at the 15 people who are on the boat, right? Anyway, the boat is so big, there are more than a hundred more people, so you can stuff it. If you go and tell the people there, we are not short of money."

"This is not a question of whether or not money is money." The Commuter Bureau agent was not in the mood to light a cigarette, and pulled the fat man to the side, and looked at the Mexican gang over there: "No... it is also a matter of money. Don't show too much money here, as you will be targeted. There are too many people this time. You have to know that the gangs here are basically poisonous, and you are afraid that these people will have bad intentions."

Just as he was talking, someone raised a machine gun on the five pickup trucks over there. Then more than 20 people came over with guns and surrounded the bus. One of them walked onto the bus, looked at the redstone infected people inside, returned to the car door, and whistled at the boss there.

More gang members are coming to this side.

"What are they going to do?!" Magneto's voice sounded in the rain. He brought Zhou Jin over, and the electric python also got off the second bus, with a serious expression.

"Don't do it!"

The commuter agency agent who was talking to the fat man knew who was coming, and quickly waved his hand: "Old Li, you can't do it. These local gangs are all in the same mood. If they kill them, they will rest and take a boat to smuggle back."

Then, he looked at the Mexicans as if counting the number of people, and as if he was selecting animals, moving the heads of the extremely weak Redstone infected persons on the seats. When he met a beautiful woman, he even reached out to touch them twice.

For a moment, in the woman's scream, the Mexicans who were moving on the bus dragged down more than 30 people, all of whom were infected with redstone rescued from the Anchorton Company's laboratory.

A gang member came over and whispered something in the ear of the commuter agency agent, lifted his finger at the gun, and the car the old man was riding in.

The agent was silent for a long time, turned to look at the Magneto, his voice a little low.

"They said they should pick some people and be... a 'poison cabinet', and these people are easy to get into the United States, which is very helpful to them, so they are willing to help us get on the boat and return to China for the people they choose."

More than thirty people who pushed the bus were weakly drenched in the rain. Looking at the malicious Mexican gang members around them, their bodies were squeezed together, and their eyes begged to look at Magneto and others.

Zhou Jin tightened the handle of the gun. Anyway, the boss hasn't arrived yet, so it's okay to delay the time, and the other party's attitude made her extremely unhappy.

He raised his hand, and the silver pistol hit the forehead of the talking Mexican man and turned his head: "What if we don't want to?"

Around the surroundings, various types of guns were lifted up in the hands of the Mexicans.

For a moment, the atmosphere was tense.
Chapter completed!