Although I don't understand what's going on? But four or five subordinates instantly splattered flesh and blood, and their bodies and heads were separated. This was obviously wrong. Marco immediately turned around and ran away from the dog, which was so flexible that it was unreasonable that several people were killed in an instant.

But after running less than a hundred meters and was panting, Marco suddenly coughed violently. He coughed, coughed, and kept coughing, and all the tears and snot flowed out. He couldn't help but kneel on his knees, grabbed his throat in pain, wishing he could take out his heart and lungs.

A spicy and itchy gas was drilling into Marco's mouth and nose. He was eager to hold his breath, but the violent cough made him breathe even harder, so the situation became worse.

Not only was the lungs coughing, but the eyes were tingling, tears were flowing out, and even the exposed skin was unbearable. Marco had to let out a painful scream, dull and shrill, extremely painful.

Oops..., it's really bad now!

Marco was in pain and panic. He forced himself to open his eyes and saw himself running into a white mist in a panic of white mist. In this constantly spreading mist was Uncle Black who was as painful as him. Now let alone fighting, he lost all his morale and could not escape.

It's tear gas!

Stumbling up, Marco grabbed the kettle he brought beside him, rinsed his head and washed it on his face a few times, and then drank water in big gulps. But all this was useless, and the pain still existed, even becoming more and more intense.

"I want to escape, I must escape." Marco took a random direction and walked out, constantly colliding with black people running around on the road. They screamed without exception, trying to find a way to escape without distinguishing things.

Screaming will trigger stronger breathing, and the pain will become stronger.

Just around the Palace Square, the three people who jumped off before were flying along the street in a regular and planned manner under the promotion of the rocket backpack. They dropped a tear gas bomb every fifty meters, and the explosive ammunition would release a strong irritating gas.

The Rocket's backpack was very fast and quickly completed the flight around the Palace Square. Three tear gas-dumping guys flew to the top of the church in the square. The petite sisters Ellie and Irene were cheering and treated all this as a game.

"It's so fun, 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 working together, which is an unprecedented way of fighting."

"Victor, I really love you. You can always come up with new ways to play."

Looking around, there was no more organized resistance. The two girls were praising each other, but Zhou Qingfeng ordered on the radio: "Land the airship, assault!"

The airship with the golden dragon logo printed on it had dropped to a height of 100 meters in a safe area hundreds of meters away. At the door of the cabin were twelve fully armed mutant warriors. These violent soldiers jumped off when they were more than ten meters above the ground and roared loudly and attacked the square.

Fighting, fighting, mutants are fearless people who are moving towards death. All mutants carry m134 machine guns and carry over a large ammunition box of tens of thousands of rounds. They come in a triangular formation of edge-arrow arrows, and when they see the running black people, they immediately splash hundreds of rounds of bullets without hesitation.

The ultra-high rate of fire of m134 is like a storm. Countless bullets form a wall and hit the black man who originally surrounded the palace square. The flesh and blood flew across the board, and the person who blocked it would undoubtedly die.

Fight, let blood spread throughout the earth, and let the war cry shake the sky.

The mutants in the killing are the most terrifying war machines, with fast speed, good endurance and extremely strong fighting will. The places they hit must be corpses all over the ground.

Marco's men were already in chaos by tear gas, and they had no intention of fighting, and they only wanted to run fast enough to escape from the battlefield. Now they were swept away by mutants, and they were like fields that were harvested, falling in groups, without any resistance.

Countless people ran back and forth between buildings, countless corpses fell on the corners of the street, and countless fighting was unfolding. By chance, avoiding the first wave of attacks, and violent coughing would also welcome the attention of the god of death. The death ripple caused by the twelve mutants were enough to capture nearly a thousand lives.

When the mutants' ammunition box was empty, they sprayed 120,000 bullets. The road they walked were covered with bullet holes, and the fan surface they attacked was like a sea of ​​blood, filled with a strong smell of blood.

The smell of tear gas made mutants with sensitive sense of smell extremely painful, but these berserkers turned the pain into a killing **. They threw down the m134 machine gun that was no longer in ammunition and took out cluster grenades from their bodies.

For the six-seven-type wooden handle grenade, ordinary people usually carry four, and it is easy to get tired if they carry too many. The mutant people use characteristic bullet bags to pack six thorns, and each thorn is bundled by five thorns to form a bundle.

Many black thugs 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 unsupported. It would be great that they could not be fainted by tear gas. However, black thugs wanted to hide, but the mutants would not let them go.

Marco was now staggering into an abandoned and broken house. This kind of building can be seen everywhere in Luanda and is densely packed around the palace square.

"I can't hold on enough, I can't hold on anymore." Marco fell in the corner of the wall. He opened his eyes slightly and saw that there were still several people hiding in the room. Everyone kept coughing and crying, and was extremely tragic by tear gas.

No one cares about anyone in the broken house. No matter whether you were the leader or the soldier before, they were equal at this moment. Everyone was holding back the pain and gasping, waiting for the effect of tear gas to pass. However, just when they felt that the war had nothing to do with them, a rumbling explosion came from afar.

Marco was like a frightened bird, panting and poking his head out of the window of the broken house, and saw a huge figure about a hundred meters away. "It's a monster..., a monster soldier."

Hearing the 'monster soldier', the black thug in the broken house was so frightened that he couldn't sit still. Several people got up and continued to run out, intending to get farther away from these terrible warriors, the better.

Marco wanted to run too, but he couldn't run. Seeing a large number of people running out of the house where they were hiding and gathering on the street to escape, he could only sit and wait for death to watch. His power was almost exhausted by tear gas.

But running out does not mean you can survive. The mutant soldiers in the distance grinned immediately when they saw a dense crowd. It grabbed a cluster grenade, accelerated quickly, and then pulled the string and swung it. Five bundles of six and seven grenades flew hundreds of meters away and exploded in the air without waiting for it to land.

Only mutants have this kind of power. The explosion shrapnel covers a range of 20 to 30 meters, and more than a dozen black thugs were killed and injured in this range.
Chapter completed!