Chapter 1789 Get Down (Please Subscribe!)

now.

outside the factory.

Silence.

The psychological advantage that he had just acquired disappeared in the blink of an eye, and the ding ding bang in the first few minutes was not as shocking as the two shocks in front of him.

where is this?

Stockholm, the capital of Sweden.

What are you!

Forehead!

Everyone was stunned for a moment, recalling the scene in Washington last month. The most powerful country in the world is also near the capital. People are more rampant than now, and they all use ground-to-air weapons.

Extremely presumptuous.

By comparison.

The two fireballs in front of them are far apart.

Do the math.

The car is only one hundred thousand dollars, plus the weapons, at most two hundred thousand dollars. In the scene of people in Washington, a fireball is worth millions. Compared to it, it is really not a problem.

"superior."

The order to attack came, and the fifty or so people were divided into four groups.

"..."

This scene.

Make people around you look strange.

you. . Aren't you afraid of dying? It's all like this, you should mobilize more energy to destroy the people inside, and now you still want to live, and you have lost face.

and also.

Slower.

If you spend all here, we'll be on your way.

do not.

elder brother.

Don't be impulsive.

Of course, these words just said in my heart, they are knives, they cannot have thoughts, otherwise, they will not be able to eat this bowl of rice, watching the people of Kovoro go in again, they can only pray in their hearts.

. . .

Greece.

manor.

"..."

The old man frowned.

I was a little worried, worried that it would become like Washington, where both sides suffered, but nothing was gained. This time, due to different tasks, this batch of Kovoro members installed cameras.

Look at the screen.

Do not blink.

truth.

If their people died so many, they would definitely not be so gentle, but the people of Kovoro don't feel bad at all. The tools are used to do things, otherwise, what's the use?

soon.

The picture enters the factory.

quiet.

But everyone knew that the fight could happen in the next second.

suddenly.

"boom."

All over the ring.

One of the screens was frozen.

"Da da da da!"

This sound.

The horn of the battle was also sounded, and countless firelights scurried in the factory building. Because it was a confined space and the echo was loud, it was impossible to determine the location of the first grab, so it could only be suppressed by firepower.

"boom!"

Another sound.

Pin one again.

"Five battle losses, forty-four remaining."

"..."

"Ten battle losses, thirty-nine remaining."

"..."

"Eighteen battle losses, thirty-one remaining."

"..."

"The picture is too messy to determine the enemy's location."

"..."

The old man felt strange.

street fighting.

Even if it is a bunker shooting, it is impossible to fight like it is now. Not a single enemy unit is found. In the face of fire suppression and assault, they are still using cold guns instead of suppressing the same.

Very unreasonable.

after all.

If on the battlefield.

In the face of the advance of the army, you are almost entering the hinterland, and you are still slowly counterattacking. Except for the brain, there is only one possibility - the opponent has the chance to win, perhaps, there is an ambush behind it?

Advance in all directions.

In two minutes, it was almost lost by nearly half.

on site.

The atmosphere was very depressing. After fighting for a long time, people fired cold shots, and no one was seen. The more I fought, the more wrong it became, because some weapons were fired in places that obviously couldn't hide people.

Forty people.

It became thirty people, and then it became more than ten people.

Then.

It's so gone.

"..."

The old man opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say. He watched the battle just now. The people in Kovoro were very professional, but the other party was too weird, and the cold shot was so thief.

"completely annihilated."

this result.

unacceptable.

"Feel sorry."

The on-site commander of Kovoro contacted him and apologized.

to this.

The old man didn't criticize it. In the battle just now, it wasn't because Kovolo didn't do his best, and he 'drowned the thunder' for them. Otherwise, the people who are lying on the ground now are their own men.

"Next, you don't have to participate."

"Yes."

Not much to say.

Kovolo's commander cut off communications.

"call."

The old man took a deep breath.

Next.

It's time for their people to play.

suddenly.

A 'bang' sounded.

through the screen.

I see.

About a dozen people came up from the underground stairs in the corner of the factory to pick up equipment. One of them looked at the camera and came over, covering his face, grinning, teeth. . so white.

"boom!"

then.

The picture goes black and the signal is lost.

"Bang bang bang."

soon.

One screen disappeared.

"Discover the enemy."

"Number twelve."

"American equipment."

"Masked."

"No obvious special signs were found. At present, they were hiding in the underground power distribution room of the factory building. It was a closed space, and it was still impossible to determine the location of the personnel who participated in the war just now."

"..."

Listen to the report.

The old man's brain is running fast.

twelve?

Of course not all, American equipment is also common.

Soon.

Most of the screen disappeared.

"Go in."

The old man gave the order decisively, and it was hard to see some pictures, but he couldn't completely lose it. When the order was passed on, his people in ambush began to rush inwards. Time waits for no one.

"Worthy."

next moment.

The old man almost jumped up in shock.

"Get down."

In the last picture, a person walks to a processing table in the factory building. I don't know what switch was flipped, the middle of the processing table sags, and then an iron guy rises.

dark.

two meters.

Multiple tubes.

The yellow-orange-orange metal chain exudes a dazzling light under the dim light, and even 10,000 words can't heal the impact of the picture at this moment. He has not seen it before.

Instead.

How did you get in here?

and.

Dare to use.

"Get down."

When they received the order, they were all elites, and they responded instantly. Then, a cracking sound that could tear the eardrum came. The familiar and unfamiliar sound should match the frequency band in memory.

moment.

"Fuck."

They only have this word.

"boom!"

It's not a robbery anymore, it's like a small cannon.

"Wow!"

Next to him, the sturdy bunker was directly penetrated. Fortunately, the angles were parallel. Otherwise, if you hit someone, you would not dare to see the picture. Everyone lay on the ground and covered their heads.

Made.

How presumptuous are these people who dare to use this here.

Needless to say.

It can be heard from a long distance. It is estimated that the alarm call has exploded. Crazy, although Kovoro was crazy just now, at least it won't spread too far, and now, people have no intention of hiding.

beat.

Just a thrill.

But.

They are not prepared, that level of firepower, the bunker is useless, rushing up, it is estimated that a whole corpse will not be left, one minute, a full minute, they dare not stand up.

after.

The sound stopped.

However.

They still dare not stand up.

"Is it out of ammo?"

"It should be, such a big guy, just use a cart to pull the ammunition that was just consumed."