"What, Jessica is missing?"
Amiya was stunned when she heard the news from the front. It was so chaotic outside and so many people appeared out of nowhere. Jessica was being taken away. Where could she find someone?
Now it is extremely difficult to just control the front line without being attacked. Amiya has no time to spare, so she has to give up for the time being.
Doctor Kelsey didn't know where he went, and the Kingslayer also ran away. Amiya was a little at a loss for a moment, as if there were too many problems with the defense line she built, and now she could only spend all her energy on finding and filling the gaps. .
"Compared to the Doctor, am I still too far behind?"
Each team that infiltrated Saint-Aral sent out messages, and the whole city started to move, as if they had been waiting for this moment to come.
According to the reconnaissance of the Intelligence Department officers, more or less phantoms appeared all over the Broken Avenue. They were divided into two parties and started the most brutal fighting. The Saint-Aral side was quickly defeated, and outsiders invaded the city. Advancing inside the city.
"Attention, teams, the phantoms invading the city are the Colombian Guards. They may appear near you at any time. Observe their actions."
In the history of San Jaral, when the chassis of the last mobile city was about to be launched, Colombia announced that it would no longer build any mobile cities. It was the Colombian Guard who came to dismantle and destroy the equipment and related parts. At that time, the San Jaral people There was no resistance, and they watched helplessly as they destroyed everything. The glorious avenue was no longer glorious, and the cradle of the mobile city fell.
Now, the echoes of history are skewed. The fierce resistance of the locals made the outcome of the battle particularly tragic, and the guards' attack became more ferocious.
They prefer to destroy everything in sight.
"Dreams, echoes of history, and human intervention have deliberately changed everything, but what's the point?"
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Scout held the rifle and moved slowly, his cloak behind him rustling in the strong wind. As a former elite operator of Rhode Island and now a wilderness wanderer, he has extremely rich combat experience and is good at dealing with all kinds of things. Situations, such as the current one.
"Scout, can't you give yourself a nice name? Tsk tsk, undead, do you really think of yourself as a dead person?"
With a wild smile on his face, W ran towards Scout through the stagnant water.
"I should have died, but now I am still alive. If not an undead, what am I?"
The undead didn't even take aim, and pulled the trigger. The bullet fired from the rifle flew past W's face.
Feeling the burning sensation caused by the ballistics on his cheeks, W casually threw a bomb, not concealing his behavior at all: "The bomb is coming!"
Her move received positive feedback from the undead. The undead, who was well aware of this lunatic's methods, slipped sideways and rolled up his cloak with his left hand, trying to withstand the impact of the bomb when it exploded.
However, the imagined explosion never came.
W's annoyed voice came to the undead's ears: "Oh, I forgot to activate the detonation device."
The whistling sound came in an instant, and the undead subconsciously raised the rifle, and the barrel of the gun was just on the dagger that was thrust towards him.
"When did you start playing assassination again?"
W's face was very close, and that crazy face was reflected in the eyes of the undead: "We Sakaz people are good at fighting in various environments. Have you forgotten my race? My gun comes from Sakaz Kota, my knife comes from Sarkaz!”
The undead suddenly raised the gun barrel, blocked W's short knife, and fired another shot. This shot hit W's path just right, forcing her to stop for a moment.
"Cough cough cough cough."
The undead was bent over, covering his mouth and coughing violently as he ran. His embarrassed appearance caused W to laugh at him: "I didn't expect you to look so sick and weak now. Should I help you out?"
"You can't do it." Wuyou
The undead rolled up his cloak, and an oval-shaped smoke bomb was thrown out of the rising water. In an instant, white smoke enveloped the battlefield.
"Run away, run away quickly! You are not my target!"
W laughed loudly and turned around, only to see the chain saw turning crazily heading straight for his door!
woo woo woo woo!
The chain saw glowing with crimson light came over, and W immediately jumped back, made the same action as the undead, threw a smoke bomb, and the figure disappeared in the smoke.
"Hey, a cockroach that can only run away!"
Huang sneered, no matter how pale her face was, her waist was always straight.
But this time, a furious voice came from the smoke: "Who are you calling a cockroach?!"
"I said you were a cockroach!"
W suddenly appeared on Huang's side, stabbing her lower back with the short knife in his hand.
Huang stood still and seemed to be reacting slowly. The moment W got closer, he felt that he was suddenly surrounded by high-temperature air and could be blown to pieces at any time.
A ridiculous thought flashed through her mind: An expert who is good at playing with bombs will be killed by someone else one day?
On Huang's back, the wound that had grown tender flesh burst open again, and the bright red blood soaked into the clothes. The hot blood evaporated quickly, constantly heating the surrounding air. If she wanted, she could detonate it at any time.
"Let's see how much blood you can still shed!"
W didn't dare to fight, so he turned around and ran away. His movements were so fast that Huang couldn't catch up.
"Huang!"
The undead covered his mouth, his palms were warm, and blood flowed from his fingers, dripping into the water.
Huang was originally seriously injured. After a brief confrontation with W, he was already at the end of his battle. At this time, he was unable to catch up. He looked at the undead and asked hurriedly: "How is your injury?"
"Can't die."
Seeing that Huang didn't chase him, the undead said nothing more, hunched his back, and walked into the darkness.
"Why are you doing this? Aren't we comrades in arms? If we have anything to say, we can't sit down and talk together. There is strength in numbers..."
Huang took two steps after him, reached out and grabbed the undead's arm.
The undead said without turning his head: "Ahem, Huang, some problems cannot be solved by sitting down. Scout is dead, and we are not comrades in arms."
His arm shook, and he broke away from Huang's hand, quickly disappearing into the darkness, like a ghost wandering in the wilderness.
Huang kept reaching out her hand and stood there blankly. The violent storm fell on her. Behind her was her brother who had given up his ideals. In front of her was the undead who chose the path of a lone wolf. What should she do?
"Sister!"
Matomaru's voice came from the distance, and a white figure ran over. Looking at Huang who was covered in blood, he said in shock: "Sister, are you okay? I'll cover you back!"
Before he finished speaking, Huang fell softly into the water and threw the chain saw on the ground.
"Sister!"
Matomaru hurriedly threw away his weapon and ran towards the command center with Huang on his back.
