Although he didn’t understand what was going on? But the blood and flesh of four or five of his men were spattered in an instant, and their heads were separated. This was obviously something wrong. Marco immediately turned around and ran away - the dog was so nimble that he killed several of them in an instant.
personal.
But less than a hundred meters away, Marco, who was out of breath, suddenly coughed violently. Coughing, coughing, coughing, tears and snot all flowed out. He couldn't control himself and fell to his knees, clutching himself in pain.
His throat was so open that he wished he could take out his heart and lungs.
A pungent and itchy gas was entering Marco's mouth and nose. He desperately wanted to hold his breath, but the violent coughing made him take a deep breath, making the situation worse.
Not only was his lungs coughing, his eyes were also stinging, tears were flowing out, and even his exposed skin was in unbearable pain. Marco had to scream in pain, hoarse and shrill, incomparable.
pain.
Too bad..., it’s really bad now!
In addition to the pain, Marco felt even more panicked. He forced his eyes open, only to see himself running hastily into a white mist. And inside the spreading mist was Uncle Black, who was writhing in pain just like him. Now
Let alone fighting, morale is completely gone and it is difficult to escape.
It's tear gas!
Standing up staggeringly, Marco grabbed the water bottle he had brought with him, raised his head and rinsed it on his face a few times, and then took a gulp of water. But all this was of no avail, the pain still existed, and even became more intense.
"I want to escape, I have to escape." Marco looked for a random direction and walked out. He kept bumping into black people running around on the road. Without exception, they screamed and couldn't tell the difference.
Trying to find a way to escape.
Screaming causes more intense breathing, so the pain becomes more intense.
And just around the Palace Square, the three people who jumped before were flying along the streets in a regular and planned manner, propelled by rocket packs. They dropped a tear gas bomb every fifty meters, and the exploding ammunition would
Releases strong irritating gas.
The rocket pack was very fast and quickly completed its flight around the palace square. The three guys who threw tear gas flew to the church spire in the square together. The petite sisters Ellie and Eileen were high-fiving and cheering, taking all this.
Treat it all as a game.
"It's so fun and exciting. The feeling of falling from the sky is absolutely exciting!"
"I want to do it again. It's much more fun than ordinary bungee jumping. The key is that there are thousands of people cooperating. It's an unprecedented fighting method."
"Victor, I love you so much. You always come up with new tricks."
Looking around, there was no organized resistance anymore. The two girls were praising loudly, but Zhou Qingfeng ordered over the radio: "Let the airship land and attack!"
The airship printed with the Golden Dragon LOGO has descended to a height of 100 meters in a safe area hundreds of meters away. Twelve fully armed mutant warriors stood at the hatch. These violent soldiers jumped off when they were more than ten meters away from the ground.
, roaring loudly and launching an attack in the direction of the square.
Fight, fight, mutants are fearless people marching toward death. All mutants are carrying M134 rotating machine guns and carrying oversized ammunition boxes with tens of thousands of rounds. They attack in a triangular arrow formation. See
The running black men immediately rained down hundreds of bullets without hesitation.
The ultra-high rate of fire of the M134 was like a violent storm. Countless bullets formed a wall and slammed into the black people who originally surrounded the palace square. Flesh and blood flew everywhere, and anyone who stood in the way would surely die.
Fight, let the blood fill the earth, and let the war cry shake the sky.
The killing mutants are the most terrifying war machines, with fast speed, good endurance, and extremely strong will to fight. The place where they impact must be filled with corpses.
Marco's men were originally confused by the tear gas and had no intention of fighting. They just wished they couldn't run fast enough to escape from the battlefield. Now they were swept away by the mutants, and they were like a field of wheat. They were lying in pieces, without any trace of them.
Resistance.
Countless people were running back and forth between the buildings, countless corpses fell on the street corner walls, and countless fights were unfolding wantonly. If you were lucky enough to avoid the first wave of attacks, a violent cough would also attract the attention of the God of Death. Only twelve mutants set off the attack.
A death ripple is enough to take the lives of nearly a thousand people.
When the mutants' ammunition boxes were empty, they sprayed a total of 120,000 rounds of bullets. The roads they walked were full of bullet holes, and the fan they attacked was like a sea of blood, filled with a strong smell of blood.
The smell of tear gas makes even mutants with sensitive sense of smell extremely painful, but these berserker warriors turn their pain into a desire to kill. They drop their M134 machine guns that have no ammunition and instead take out cluster grenades from their bodies.
.
Ordinary people usually carry four of the 67-type wooden handle grenades. Carrying too many grenades will cause fatigue. But the mutants use special ammunition bags to carry six grenades, and each grenade is bundled into a bundle of five.
Many black rioters avoided the initial attack and hid in the buildings around the Palace Square. It was not that they did not want to escape further, but that their physical condition was really unsustainable. It would be good if they could not be knocked out by tear gas. However, the black rioters
They wanted to escape, but the mutants would not let them go.
Marco staggered into an abandoned dilapidated house at this moment. This kind of building can be seen everywhere in Luanda, and it is even more densely packed around the Palace Square.
"I can't hold on anymore. I really can't hold on anymore." Marco fell in the corner. He opened his eyes slightly and saw that there were several people hiding in the room. Everyone was coughing, crying, and being tear-jerked.
The disaster caused by gas is extremely tragic.
No one in the dilapidated house cares about anyone else. Regardless of whether you were a leader or a soldier, everyone is equal at this moment. Everyone is enduring the pain and gasping for air, waiting for the effect of the tear gas to pass. However, just when they feel that the war has ended with them
At an unrelated moment, a booming explosion sounded in the distance.
Marco was like a frightened bird. Panting heavily, he stuck his head out of the window of the broken house and saw a huge figure appearing about a hundred meters away. "It's a monster..., a monster soldier."
Hearing the word "monster soldiers", the black thugs in the dilapidated house were so frightened that they could not sit still. Several people got up and continued running outside, intending to stay as far away from these terrifying soldiers as possible.
Marco also wanted to run, but he really couldn't. Seeing a large number of people running out of the houses where they were hiding and gathering on the streets to escape, he could only sit back and watch. His strength was almost exhausted by the tear gas.
All.
But running out does not mean that you will survive. When the mutant soldier in the distance saw the dense crowd, he immediately grinned. He grabbed a bunch of cluster grenades, accelerated quickly, and then pulled the string and flicked it. There were five in a bundle.
The Type 67 grenade actually flew hundreds of meters away and exploded in the air before it hit the ground.
Only stout mutants have this kind of power. The shrapnel from the explosion covered a range of twenty to thirty meters. A dozen black thugs were killed and injured within this range.
"It's so terrible, it's so terrible!" Marco felt severe pain every time his heart beat. He saw with his own eyes the people who were evacuating with him being bombed to death. The powerlessness and dejection were simply unbearable. He could only stand up for the last time.
With a little strength, he ran away in other directions, never daring to look back.