The rain could not dilute the strong smell of blood, but instead made the disgusting metallic smell permeate every molecule in the air, making it suffocating.
The special service troops have cleared the entire grand staircase, forming a black steel barrier in front of them, moving in front of the huge square.
Their armor shone with a deathly cold light in the faint twilight, like a group of ruthless machines. At this time, the women and children had fled, but the angry armed demonstrators still stayed in the square to fight passionately, and some of them were holding guns.
Shooting from drones and SWAT, some people quickly dodged the tear gas canisters flying everywhere, while others continued to resist using various equipment left by protesters in the square as cover.
A man wearing a strange cloak strode across the square filled with all kinds of smoke. He raised his head, his eyes as sharp as an eagle, quickly put his fingers on the communication device behind his ear, and whispered: "Now."
He is "Jackal" Tora, the leader of the "Wolf Warriors". This sudden bloody riot was caused by plainclothes members of the "Wolf Warriors" who mixed in with the demonstrators and fanned the flames.
After giving the order, dozens of figures hidden in various action groups and smoke moved like ghosts. They quickly took out their hidden weapons - the latest and best high-energy plasma guns equipped on the front line.
These weapons were cleverly disguised as tools of protest, and it was only at this moment that they revealed their true and deadly true colors. Each of them was wearing full-body protection, with a vicious mask on their face, and their movements were clean and neat, without any sloppiness.
The first gunshot sounded like lightning tearing through the darkness. The blue plasma beam cut through the smoke and hit the helmet of the special service soldier in the front row. The energy instantly burned the solid bulletproof into a ball of molten scrap iron.
His body burned like a matchstick.
The heavy sound of the soldiers falling was like some invisible signal that the battle had officially begun.
Anti-matter concussion bombs were fired from miniature shoulder-mounted equipment and thrown at the formations of special service troops in various areas. After the loud noise, the space seemed to be distorted, and the shock wave swept across the square. The special service soldiers'
The defense formation collapsed instantly, human bodies were blown to pieces, and various well-equipped combat robots were turned into twisted scrap metal in this energy storm. An explosion crater dozens of meters deep was left on the ground. The messy scene was like those
An interstellar base reduced to wasteland.
"This is a weapon from the interstellar frontline!" an agent who was injured and escaped shouted loudly.
"We ask for support! There are heavy casualties..."
Amid the dense bullet lines, a squadron commander howled as he retreated.
The weapons and tactical prowess of the "Wolf Warriors" completely overwhelmed the Gaia Special Forces. The latter was beaten to the point of howling like ghosts, and the situation of the battle was completely reversed almost within a few minutes.
"They are not that mischievous grass-roots team! They are definitely regular troops! They are Plato people..."
The howling of the special service suddenly disappeared from the communication. Colonel Anderson, the top commander standing under the huge columned porch at the entrance, panicked and didn't know how to respond. Three squadrons had completely lost contact.
"Support troops are arriving..."
"They have begun to mobilize the ground forces of the fleet system..."
While the on-site command post was in panic, a group of attack drones suddenly turned around in the air and launched an attack on the Gaia special service without warning.
"Oh! Shit!" "Holy shit!" "Bitch!" "What the fuck!"
Laser bombs poured down like a torrential rain, tearing the air. The special agents blurted out all kinds of vulgar curses in panic, but these words seemed so weak and insignificant amidst the thunderous explosions. Almost instantly, the special agents'
The on-site command center was completely destroyed. Every explosion was like the hammer of fate, ruthlessly knocking them all into the silent shadow of death.
In the end, they turned into cold corpses, and the people they killed lay in a mess in front of the "Gate of Mars".
The drone's high-energy projectile beam penetrated the air and left the pillars riddled with holes. The "Gate of Mars", which symbolizes the majesty of the Ministry of War, was not spared either. The thick interstellar crystal cracked with countless shocking cracks.
The deep blue light was like a torn sky, fragmented. Stones that glowed like huge gems kept falling from the top of the door, hitting the blood-stained steps, making a heart-stopping echo.
Only the cold and misty rain shrouded everything in this miserable and empty world.
The blood flowed down the steps and formed a scarlet stream, flowing like a waterfall across the entire square.
Finally - he, Felix von Abenberg, was going to do something big -
Wearing the grand and majestic uniform of the Commander-in-Chief of the First Fleet, with all the battles he had participated in turned into colorful brochures flashing on his chest, and a dazzling golden eagle emblem, he walked quickly past surrounded by a group of senior officers.
In the underground corridor of the first base, go to the elevator and rise quickly.
"We have stirred up enough emotion that all the soldiers are reluctant to put down the riot caused by the pension offer." His newly replaced chief of staff, General Kruger, reported quickly, with a sly smile.
Felix said nothing, and his face looked more serious and dark under the light. The door opened, and his thoughts suddenly returned to that night. He was wearing a knight's cloak and a mask to instigate Thorin to do trouble. The door turned.
Opening it, he saw the older man with the typical face of the White Tiger Knight... Four years later, he finally stepped from the background of the conspiracy to the front of history.
Perhaps, he is not a talented general who can make great achievements on the front line, but he has enough patience to plan a conspiracy. Unlike his clan relative Iskandar, who sits at the table and gambles haphazardly like a willful child.
I have spent so much time and carefully prepared for this moment -
The ceiling above his head opened like a lotus, and a ray of light was so bright that it was blinding. The senior commanders of each district fleet and squadron of the First Fleet stood with him, rising slowly, and they rose to the center of the hall.
Surrounded by the ground special forces of the First Fleet, hundreds of thousands of soldiers, fully armed and wearing sturdy battle armor, stood on the circular stepped square. Their weapons and armor reflected dazzling light, like a cold and ruthless field.
Sea of Steel.
The eyes of the whole audience and a bright light were all cast on the commander-in-chief of the fleet. Admiral von Abenberg was tall and muscular, and often had a noble and elegant air. He seemed to be incompatible with ordinary soldiers, but once he became a
Special passion runs through the whole body, showing an unparalleled male charm.
"Soldiers! You already know what happened. A bloody riot broke out on the Champ de Mars. The Gaia coalition government has reached its most dangerous moment!"
He spoke loudly to the audience, his voice as loud as a lion's.