Even though the intermediate-power rifle bullets are not as good as the full-power rifle bullets, they can still hit the pillars of the platform where Wen Yue is hiding full of holes, causing the cement to fly and the steel bars to be exposed.
The time left for Wen Yue to think and hesitate was very short. When the bullet grazed Wen Yue's skin with a scorching trajectory, she made a decision!
Advance and you will live, retreat and you will perish!
Wen Yue didn't care about anything else, and released all the available invasion golem programs of Zao Silk Armor, including high-frequency flash, combat hormone control, and overload of consciousness in the danger zone. In an instant, Wen Yue came out with all his methods!
Get a chance to win!
Another 7.62 mm rifle bullet grazed Wen Yue's earlobe, and he was eye-to-eye with the gunman from the Action Bureau. The Type 54 was facing the "Tengjiao" smart assault rifle. Large clusters of gun flames bloomed coquettishly, and the soaring blood spattered. His saliva, his bloodshot eyes, everything will determine life and death in an instant!
In Wen Yue's mind, the overloaded consciousness bloomed with an unknown blood color at this moment. One of Wen Yue's neural pathways suddenly rose up at the micro level, enough to burn her out. The overly excited neuron microenvironment suddenly disappeared in a few microseconds. A large number of glial cells were destroyed, and high-frequency abnormal discharges burst out, directly leading Wen Yue to another unpredictable world.
The surging wave of consciousness swept the villain in Wen Yue's mind into the abyss-like ocean of consciousness. Everything in front of her eyes, whether it was hot gunfire or deadly bullets, the incoming blades and the exploding sniper bullets, They are all stretching infinitely. It seems that in this deep and remote abandoned subway tunnel, like a ghost train approaching at high speed with its whistle honking, it extends infinitely, extends, and extends until a violent hurricane blows and crushes everything into dust.
Shattered!
"Wen Yue!" Whose cry is this?
The process of falling into the bottom of consciousness may be infinitely long. Wen Yue's mind is everywhere, but it has transformed from an invisible subconscious into a wide net, blocking Wen Yue's process of falling into deep dreams.
"Wen Yue!!!"
The rotors of the armed helicopter split open the frozen clouds, and the soil blasted by the heavy ground-attack missile poured down like a torrential rain. The blazing beam of light was aimed at the strange beast standing like a mountain on the battlefield. Lost the human cry.
"Second Platoon! Forward!" the sergeant major shouted and charged, his Hunter Thorn armbands stained with blood, and all the familiar faces suddenly disappeared in the tragic light.
Wen Yue's heart almost jumped out of her chest. She grabbed her helmet and huddled in the trench, gasping for air as if she were drowning. She mustered up her courage and climbed out of the trench on her hands and knees. Looking around, there were "Siberian Tiger" vehicles. The main battle tank and the "Kunlun" individual mecha drove towards the mountain-like beast. The shells that could penetrate steel could not cause any damage to the beast. It spit out a mouthful of black hellfire, and the front armor of a tank, which even the fin-stabilized armor-piercing projectiles could not penetrate, melted into a skeleton like lard meeting a hot knife.
The crew member, whose body was covered in black flames, screamed and jumped out of the tank and ran towards Wen Yue, but within a few steps, his body had burned into a ball of black mud. He used up his last bit of strength to raise his arm that was burned to the point of being covered in bones. His empty eyes were aimed at the only living person nearby - Wen Yue. His extremely distorted vocal cords hissed, as if to say, "Save me." ", and then the next second, he was annihilated with blood and bones.
"Wen Yue!!!"
The next moment, someone grabbed Wen Yue's shoulders and shook him hard. Wen Yue opened her eyes, and it was Li Hao? !
This living Li Hao shouted to Wen Yue, but she couldn't hear anything. In the dizzy tinnitus and bloodshot vision, an overwhelming wave of blood came over, and the infantry on the distant defense line were instantly killed by marching helmeted rats. The army was defeated, and in the mid-air were fighter planes in a chaotic formation, and napalm bombs with orange-red trails were being dropped. combustion! combustion! Sea of fire!
Deserters who abandoned their helmets and armor, among the thousands of troops, no one moved forward, and the flaming black tide was still advancing. In a daze, a rifle was thrust into Wen Yue's hand. Li Hao's face was hidden by the firelight when he looked up. He still couldn't hear clearly, but a pair of hands gripped Wen Yue's armed belt and pulled her in the direction of life. .
"Wen Yue?!"
At the dawn of the morning sun, tired lights lingered outside the iron-colored rock walls. Heavy-duty trains ran over the railway bridge, causing soot to fall into the air. On the winding mountain road, groups of new soldiers marched toward the surface, and the sound of whistles echoed in this century-old underground city. Officers wearing big-brimmed hats and military police wearing white badges shuttled among the crowd. Trucks burning low-quality diesel emitted thick, black, burnt, smelly exhaust gas, like wisps of phosphorus fire, floating in the upward surface passage, blossoming phosphorus fire. , a National Defense Force helmet with a white dragon emblem, connected together, becomes a dragon.
A young man beside him put away his diary. The moment he put it away, Wen Yue saw clearly his name on the title page and the line of handwriting that was put away quickly.
"I hope that when the sun is born, I will warm the cold earth of our motherland with our hot blood."
Marching in silence, the gas mask tube swayed gently around the waist, and the long swing raincoat was waiting for a precipitation that was not a dome rain. Slowly, a ray of light appeared in front of the passage.
It's daylight, real sunlight.
"Wen Yue?"
The flow of time in consciousness slowed down infinitely, and the blocking net formed by subconscious mind and memory finally caught Wen Yue who was sinking to the bottom. But she'll never know why.
"Xiaoyue?"
The sounds in reality intersect with the echoes of memories in my mind. Deep dreams have not yet sunk to the bottom, but shallow dreams are emerging.
"Xiaoyue."
The out-of-control neuron discharge is weakening, the "warm moon" belonging to this world swims ashore, and the abyss of consciousness turns into a smooth river.
"Xiaoyue, wake up."
Wen Yue's eyes were still open, her vision quickly changed from blurry to clear, and she saw Shen Xu standing with a gun. For a moment, her heart skipped a beat, and she almost subconsciously drew her gun and aimed it, but she quickly realized that it was Shen Xu who saved her life.
Shen Xu didn't seem to notice Wen Yue's posture just now. He pulled out his pistol and pointed it at the action bureau alien gunman on the ground who was about to struggle and explode himself, and shot the man's heart with one shot.
"We'll talk about overloading later." Before Shen Xu could speak, Wen Yue spoke first.
"We don't have time to talk about it." Shen Xu simply replied. He squatted down and took out the device to connect to the brain-computer interface of the dead Operations Bureau gunman. While recoding and deciphering, he explained what he had been doing before.
At the beginning of the melee in the outfield, Shen Xu went straight to the storage area in the infield where catalytic enzyme materials might be stored. He had been fighting with the Action Bureau for many years. As an intelligence analyst, Shen Xu had always locked on the Action Bureau's No. 1 position compared to Wen Yue, who preferred violent solutions. First, the purpose.
Anti-rejection medications.
The data coming from the dead agent's brain-computer interface made Shen Xu frown. He looked at the dark subway tunnel. He continued to try to send the location to the rear reinforcements, but this place was already deep in the abandoned old subway tunnel, and the signal was extremely weak. Difference.
"We lost track." Shen Xu said.
