Machine gun fire, flamethrowers, grenades, and all kinds of extraordinary abilities.
Unlike the freight guys, these mobile task force personnel were not frightened but immediately formed an airtight line of defense.
It's just that the gunfire from the wilderness convoy was equally intensive, targeting those firepower points.
And there are too many alien species. They are not ordinary beasts. They are not big in size, but they are all extraordinary aliens. They are extremely fast and powerful, and they also release a stream of garbage information that disturbs the nerves.
They had been fed some overclocking food before, and the thorns on their backs were as red as blood.
No matter how intensive the task force's firepower was, the alien swarm still penetrated through, just like the garbage chariots that rammed away one after another, these opportunity species seemed to have found new opportunities.
"Ah!" Several members of the death row walking team were entangled by a group of little ghost rats that jumped towards them.
When the distance between the two sides is too close, heavy firepower and hot weapons become ineffective, otherwise they will also injure and kill their own people.
They had to switch to pistols, which even ricocheted.
Warrior, assassin, hunter, exorcist, butcher...
There are soldiers who unfold their casings and crush the little ghost rats with great force; there are butchers who enter the clockwork orange state, locking their personality integrity and waving their butcher knives; there are also hunters who use neural invasion, but the strange information coming from the alien species almost kills them.
Backlash.
The biggest problem is that there are too many, too many! They are like weeds in the wilderness and cannot be burned out.
Some chance species also bring with them voodoo, slight but present voodoo data.
Once a hunter or other professional extraordinary person establishes a neural connection in some way, it is almost as if he has been sent to his door. Once he is poisoned by voodoo, it also means that the personality Rubik's Cube in the spiritual network is exposed.
Some of the personality cubes of the task force members are scattered, and some are concentrated in the Heart Network Tavern with a strong firewall.
Those team members who were poisoned by voodoo suddenly began to have headaches, as if they were being pulled and attacked by the spiritual network.
"Captain, there are still people in the spiritual network in the wilderness!"
"The Heart Network Combat Team may be in trouble. These lines are not quite right."
"A lot of people, a lot of people on the other side, a lot of cyber cowboys!"
Before the Wilderness Mobile Task Force performs a mission and enters the battlefield, a Heart Network combat team will enter the Mind Network and guard the corresponding Heart Network tavern to prevent such backdoor theft.
Their bodies may be fine, but their personalities are destroyed from the heart by the enemy, leading to instant death.
As more and more personnel have mental problems, the monitoring equipment of the Heart Network Combat Team is showing that the task force is not only facing this wasteland battlefield, but also another Heart Network battlefield.
Soon, a scout from the Heart Network Combat Team successfully forced himself offline and came back with breathtaking news:
"It exploded inside. The wilderness must have deliberately spread the coordinates. Many cyber cowboys are appearing everywhere... The information impact they created is too great, and the firewall cannot hold it anymore. We are leaving with everyone's Rubik's Cube..."
Someone in the wilderness not only controls this alien group, but also attracts various cyber cowboys in it.
Those Internet cowboys and information ghosts are now just like these little ghost mice in the wilderness.
The experienced captains had already darkened their faces and were immediately making various new command arrangements.
Since the Heart Network exploded, it was not enough for all of them to invest, so they had no choice but to disperse and hide again. Those who had been exposed and had been invaded immediately entered the Heart Network and dispersed.
And here, the exorcist team connects them and cleanses them of the voodoo so that they can shake off their tails in the network of hearts.
But the situation is so complicated that the exorcist may suffer neurological damage, just like Judy Dickinson did before.
Everyone should not have neural connections with alien species. There might be voodoo in one of them. Don't expose your own personality Rubik's Cube!
However, as a result, the task force lost many combat methods. If they did not retreat, they would be forced to engage in close physical combat with this group of opportunistic species, which would inevitably cause greater casualties.
Now, there have been casualties, and there are signs of defeat on the Wasteland Battlefield and the Heart Network Battlefield.
These elite teams, consisting of hundreds of people, were supposed to come here to sweep the battlefield, but now, they had to ask for support again.
"The Opportunity race group is being manipulated. It should be the leader of the group who is being manipulated. The leader is here, in those trucks, not far away. Only in this way will the other alien species of the group be obedient."
"But if we kill the leader now, these little ghost rats will not leave. They will haunt us..."
Although the intelligence of opportunity species is not high, they are not mechanical, and they still have their own wisdom and logic.
Now they have decided that they are enemies. If the Rat King is killed by them, they will go crazy even more and fight to the death like humans do. Killing the Rat King is not necessarily a good thing.
The wilderness is too well prepared this time, and there are masters in it.
This judgment of several teams was confirmed almost immediately, and they didn't even have to look for it.
On a long truck in the distance, there is a particularly large opportunistic species with colorful flesh spines. It must be the rat king.
It looked like a mad rat. It must be being manipulated by some operator. It twisted and danced towards a group of mobile task force personnel, shaking its spurs and spinning in circles, like some kind of wasteland dancer.
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Many people in the Wilderness Motorcade understood what was going on and laughed endlessly.
"Damn, haha!" Lorna also laughed, "Vivian, you are so damned sometimes."
"Well, Vivian, it's really special." Gu He muttered, which was also very strange.
Suddenly, while the rat king was spinning in circles, he raised his paws to rub the flesh thorns on his back, and his movements became more and more arrogant.
That operator is having fun!
"Behead the Rat King!" The leader of the Death Row Walking Team still made a decision, "The main chain of voodoo is with the Rat King. If you kill it, other alien voodoos may become ineffective."
A beheading team, mainly composed of assassins, quickly came out and was about to carry out the beheading mission as usual.
At the same time, members of the rangers such as Gerd and Carrie, as well as members of the Ronin Society, these remnants who wanted to fight to the death, rushed forward, not only to defend the Rat King, but also to avenge the dead tribesmen.
The army of freaks from the Good Day Circus are also rushing forward. Some of them were once dead members of a certain tribe.
They exile themselves, hoping that even their minds will be deformed, so that they can calm down.
Free men, garbage people, convoys, and species of opportunity are running like a torrent at this moment, fighting side by side.
"Wow!" Lorna drove this garbage truck with almost only a rusty frame. There was no windshield in the front of the car, and thick black exhaust smoke was sprayed from the back.
In order to hide their identities, she and Gu He also wore wilderness cowboy clothes and Internet cowboy smile masks.
At this time, she took a rocket launcher placed on the car, lifted it on her shoulder, pointed it through the gap in the frame at a tank in the group of task force vehicles, pressed the launch trigger, and that was it.
Boom! The rocket flew out of the car immediately, and in an instant, there was a loud boom, and it hit the target tank.
She is having fun too!
Gu He was sitting in the passenger seat, his heart beating rapidly, almost faster than this broken car.
How could he, who grew up in a peaceful era, experience such a battlefield made of flesh and blood? There had never been any casualties in the psychic network, the walled city, or the streets of Kabukicho before.
But now, bullets are flying, artillery fire is interlaced, nerves and blood threads are dancing wildly, and thousands of cars are rushing.
His adrenaline, dopamine, hormones, and other indicators in his body are all secreted crazily.
He took a deep breath, almost out of breath, and felt a little irritated. His personality integrity must be declining.
[Q-level program "Holy Grail" compilation progress: 99%]
Woohoo——
While the main combatants and the Opportunity Race Group were holding back those mobile task forces, various convoys in the wasteland sounded the clarion call for retreat, and began to enter the planned retreat phase, regardless of whether they had filled the containers or not.
Retreat is not something that can be accomplished in one go. Retreat is also a battle of chasing each other.
However, not long after, the rumble of the high-speed train was heard again, and people retreating or fighting saw a freight train approaching from the direction of the east freight center.
Those were reinforcements called by the Mobile Task Force.
What was placed on the flatbed of the train was not a container, but what seemed to be a group of terrifying figures of giant alien species.