The cold steel armor shell reflected five frightened faces.
The W-type powered armor covered his whole body, and the triangular barrel rotated at high speed. Zhu Tian smiled and opened the safety of the weapon module.
The streamlined steel shell is like a future warrior from a science fiction blockbuster. The high-speed rotating triangular barrel exudes a chilling feeling under the moonlight.
"hidden!"
While roaring, Gris took the lead and rolled to the side of the bunker.
The moment his back touched the concrete wall, a storm of bullets roared towards him.
Krem, who was closest to Zhu Tian, had no room to dodge. He maintained his frightened expression and was torn into pieces by dozens of ballistic lines. The other three CIA agents who were unable to dodge also died tragically in the firepower.
Under the net.
The muzzle flash illuminated the armor, and the other CIA agents hidden around the factory began to draw their rifles and fight back. However, the sporadic bullets nailed the C-shaped plastic steel armor of the power armor, and it was as weak as scratching an itch.
It left a series of ping-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong sounds, and couldn't even leave a single dent on the armor shell.
This is the generation difference of technology!
With the current lethality of individual weapons, if it is not a heavy anti-material sniper rifle or a vehicle-mounted heavy machine gun, it cannot pose any threat to the power armor that has inherited the highest level of airborne power armor before the Doomsday War. If it is a land combat power armor,
I'm afraid only the tank's main gun is enough to see.
At the moment when he dropped the EMP grenades and smoke bombs, Zhu Tian directly traveled back to the apocalyptic side. Before coming here, he had moved to the arsenal in the apocalyptic side. After traveling back to the apocalyptic side, he directly
He put on the powered armor parked nearby and returned here.
Under the cover of smoke, the CIA people were naturally unable to see his series of actions. In their eyes, this powered armor seemed to appear out of thin air, and they looked like they had seen a ghost.
expression.
Wearing power armor, Zhu Tian, like a devil emerging from the abyss, used firepower to completely destroy their inner defenses.
"I'm shot! Medic!"
"Tom's down! Damn it!"
"What the hell is this? God, make him stop!" The voice seemed to be crying.
"..."
Cement blocks were splashing everywhere, and Gris clung to the wall. The blast of machine guns almost made him lose his hearing.
"smoke bomb!"
With a roar, he pulled off the smoke grenade from his waist, threw it out of the bunker, and at the same time moved towards his teammates' positions with a low waist.
"Switch thermal imaging!"
"receive."
The nine CIA agents who were still alive changed the scopes on the assault rifle slots in their hands, then leaned out of the bunker and aimed at the center of the smoke.
However, at this moment, they were all stunned.
There is a white mist in the scope, nothing can be seen!
Zhu Tian, who was in the center of the smoke, grinned, and a series of red dots instantly appeared on his retinas.
"Compared to high technology, you are a bit more immature!"
The minigun was put away and he pulled out the tactical rifle from his waist.
The agents who came out of the bunker and prepared to fight back had no time to react. A few bullets opened the eyes of the two men.
head.
At the cost of two lives, the CIA agents had to retreat into the bunker again and poked their rifles out of the bunker to fire back sporadically.
"Damn it, you slipped up at the critical moment. Damn it, wait until I get back and see if I don't stuff your head into the toilet."
After secretly cursing Zhang Xiaofeng, who was in charge of logistics, Gris gritted his teeth and pulled off the thermal imaging scope.
A sense of fear filled his whole body, and his facial muscles were extremely distorted.
It’s been a long time since I’ve experienced this feeling, the feeling of adrenaline hormone secretion.
Pulling off the walkie-talkie hanging on his tactical vest, Gris shouted at it at the top of his lungs: "Group A and Group B were attacked. The enemy's firepower was too strong and the operation failed. Repeat, the operation failed!"
However, there was no response from the other end of the intercom.
Gris was stunned.
Not only the thermal imaging, but also the walkie-talkies were malfunctioning, as if an unknown force had destroyed all electronic equipment.
The comrade beside him stretched out his rifle and fired back, but he gradually lost hearing the sound of the gunfire.
Letting the cement fragments cut his cheek, he took out the holographic sight.
There is no red dot visible on the screen and it is also broken.
Inexplicable fear could not help but fill his whole body. Gris's eyes were wide-eyed, and the whites of his eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes.
An asymmetric war.
The invulnerable individual armor, the mysterious weapon that destroys all electronic equipment in an instant, who are they? This cannot be the National Security Bureau! China cannot have this kind of military technology!
From Afghanistan to Iraq, as a hungry wolf, Gris has become accustomed to admiring the fear on the enemy's face. Using laser guidance marks, and then watching those garbage flee under the pouring firepower of his own side, he laughs at those who don't even have thermal imaging.
The rustic who knew this was trying his best to hide in the grass, trying to avoid the reaper of death in the air...
However, he never thought that one day he would be the one being hunted.
...No! It can no longer be described as war, this is a massacre!
At this moment, hot blood splashed on his face, interrupting his momentary hesitation.
Looking up, I saw that the comrade who was firing back a second ago had lost his head.
In just two minutes, all but the last five of the twenty CIA elites drawn from Iraq died.
"Retreat! All retreat!" Gris roared after recognizing the situation. He took out a rifle grenade and stuffed it into the weapon pendant, then leaned out of the bunker and fired into the smoke.
When the explosion came, regardless of whether it was an effective hit, he buried his head and quickly rushed towards the back door of the garment factory and fled.
The rifle grenade exploded on the shoulder of Zhu Tian's powered armor, and the shattered shrapnel scraped against the armor shell with a harsh sound. However, Zhu Tian just shook and was not affected.
Allowing the desire to tear his heart to swell, Zhu Tian held a tactical rifle and shot while walking straight towards the CIA agent's position. His pupils shrank suddenly, and his eyes immediately locked on a red dot, where the man was leaning out of the bunker.
In an instant, he pulled the trigger and killed him without any doubt.
Considering that they would not encounter armored forces and the concealment of their operations, CIA agents did not carry heavy equipment such as anti-tank rocket launchers.
Just relying on the anti-infantry grenades and rifle grenades cannot cause any damage to the powered armor.
harm!
"Want to escape?" Zhu Tian grinned, looking mockingly at the four CIA agents who started to retreat, and walked slowly towards the door with rifles on their shoulders.
From the moment the gunshots were fired two minutes ago, the two people standing guard at the door realized that something was wrong. They pulled out the rifles hidden in their down jackets, leaned against the bunker and started to be on guard.
Communication failed, and they were completely confused about everything that happened in the factory.
"Fuck. Boss, what happened inside?" Seeing Gris running toward him dragging his rifle in embarrassment, Ryan, who was standing guard at the door, cursed and hurriedly approached him and asked.
"Idiot, get in the car quickly!"
Gris grabbed the idiot running towards him and pushed him hard into the van.
This was the first time he saw such a embarrassed expression on the hungry wolf's face. Realizing the seriousness of the problem, Ryan did not dare to talk nonsense and hurriedly sat in the driver's seat.
Several other agents also quickly boarded the van.
"Where is the communication equipment in the car?" Gris asked breathlessly.
"Nice! Everything is fine...fuck! There is no signal." The agent sitting in the back row punched the compartment door hard.
"Fuck!" He uttered a curse word. Gris glanced at the situation outside the car window and could not help but breathe a sigh of relief when he saw that the iron lump did not chase him out.
I guess that iron lump also has weaknesses, such as poor mobility?
The car had started, and he couldn't care about anything else at the moment. He just wanted to leave the area quickly and send this explosive information back to the CIA headquarters in Virginia.
Compared with the source code of the drone program, it is obviously the iron lump and the mysterious weapon that instantly paralyzed the electronic equipment of the entire team that is more shocking! If these equipments all come from the organization behind the man named Zhu Tian
, then the CIA will have to re-formulate its strategy against that mysterious organization.
Just when his tense nerves relaxed a little, he heard the driver's voiceless scream in his ears.
"What! What is that?"
About four disc-mounted aircraft appeared in front of the car window. Under the discs, hanging black muzzles...
Cold sweat dripped from his forehead, and the driver stepped on the accelerator, although he knew it was too late.
There was a flash of fire, and the muzzle below the Hummingbird drone was spitting out tongues of fire.
Before there was any time to react, the CIA agent in the car was killed by the raging bullets.
Poor maneuverability? This is simply because Gris is overthinking.
The reason why I don't want to come out of the factory wearing power armor is entirely for confidentiality reasons. It is obviously not a wise move to expose such a big target outdoors. Although there is a wilderness nearby, there should be no other people around, but it is always better to be careful.
It can't be wrong.
Returning to the end of the world, Zhu Tian took off the power armor in the arsenal and traveled back to the present world again.
He scanned the outside of the factory with the radio life detection device. Looking at the only red dot that was lit, Zhu Tian grinned, took out his electromagnetic rifle from the storage space and put it on his shoulder, slowly
Walked towards the van with broken glass all over the floor.
Blood seeped out along the crack of the car door and flowed all over the floor.
Red and white are mixed, and the window seats are stuck everywhere.
Looking at the tragic situation inside the van, Zhu Tian was speechless secretly, but there was no sympathy in his heart.