Manual of Space-Time Interference

The first shot of the gun meant the start of this relatively unfair war, and it also meant the fall of a person—Xiao Zhang who had been following behind him.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

There was no choice to watch the explosion behind him again. The disappearing mark on the light screen allowed Dialect to clearly understand that several relevant personnel in the town government building had died.

"Run... it's fighting... run!"

There were not many pedestrians around, but it was a mess at the moment. Dialect looked at the two gates in front of the town government building. He raised his hand and fired a few shots. At the same time, it was blooming, which was the blood mist scattered in the air. .

The dialect with power armor and without power armor can be said to be two different forms. The superior performance of power armor allows him to ignore most of the recoil, so that he has more stable accuracy when shooting continuously.

The aircraft in the sky can also provide him with a good view of the battlefield, and also provide him with a certain amount of fire support, as if the people in the police station are now blocked in the building.

"call out!"

A thin rope shot out of the cable gun, and the dialect followed this force to a nearby building with a wider view, and at the same time pulled out the sniper rifle behind him.

The combat assistance system is not just for some simple marking and preview work. Its most powerful function is to allow the dialect to truly control the battlefield through aircraft and mechanical flying insects.

Just like the fat pig Luo Xiang who was still hiding in the house, even though there was a wall, there was still no way to block the dialect's sight.

"piu!"

With a light sound, a shallow pit appeared on the wall of Luo Xiang's house, followed by the second shot, and the shallow pit was constantly expanding...

"piu!"

The third shot sounded, the hole on the wall got bigger and bigger, Dialect squinted his eyes, and pulled the trigger again with his index finger. A bullet finally passed through the barrier and plunged into the fat pig's brain. middle.

"what!"

A scream sounded from inside the house, and a disheveled woman ran out of the house, looking at the chaos on the street, and ran over as the crowd did not know where to go.

"piu!"

The next time a gunshot rang out, and the dangling man who was above the heavy machine gun position also fell down. Dialect turned the muzzle of the gun, but found that the remaining guard had put down the rifle in his hand and looked at the In his own direction, he raised his hands.

"Chu Xuan, are you here yet?" Fang Yan asked softly, and at the same time observed the surrounding situation through the aircraft's screen, only to find that the gunshot was far from just his own location.

"I see the gate, okay, Brother Bing, we have taken the gate, and we are rushing to the town government building now!"

"Well, there are no enemies along this road, so you can run forward with confidence!"

"it is good!"

Dialect listened, looked at the nine people who were marked as friends by Nuwa, quickly opened his eyes, one jumped down from the building, and ran towards the town government building at the same time.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Gunshots began to sound continuously in the building. For the dialect, at this stage, as long as it is not marked green, as long as you have a gun, you are his enemy!

There are no ordinary people, no innocents, there are only two choices of enemies and friendly forces...

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

A few shots again swept to death a man who came out of the corner. Dialect looked at the information displayed on the light screen, and slowly walked to a room upstairs, where the old director was imprisoned.

As for the police station 300 meters away?

Since the aircraft dropped two bombs and blew up the gate and back door of the police station beyond recognition, the people inside never thought of escaping again...

"boom!"

He kicked directly on the iron gate in front of him, Fang Yan looked at the falling iron gate, nodded to the old director who looked haggard but still looked vigilant, and then said, "You stay here now. Wait, someone will come to protect you!"

After speaking, the dialect turned around and walked out the door.

"People from the country?"

A loud shout came from behind, and Fang Yan turned around a little, gave the old director a thumbs up, and then continued to turn and walk outside.

"The country is back, the country is back..."

The old director behind him kept chanting these five words as if he had lost his soul, and Fang Yan shook his head and watched the stairs run down quickly.

"Raise your hands! Don't move!"

Constant voices rang out in this town government building, and the dialect greeted Chu Xuan, then took Chu Xuan and the two out of the gate again, ran towards the police station, and at the same time unfastened him. A special grenade hung on his body.

"boom!"

A blazing fire shone again at the door of the police station, and the people inside shrank back into the room again.

"I don't want to kill the gun, I count 10, no one came out, huh!"

"10! 9! 7! 6! 5! 3!"

The voice is very slow and loud, but the dialect seems to be playing with the heartbeat of people in the police station.

"2!"

"I, I, I, surrender!"

A timid voice dropped when he was about to withdraw his last finger. Dialect looked at the figure at the door, pointed to the open space beside him, and continued to look behind the man.

"any left!"

"Yes! Yes! Yes!"

With one person taking the lead, the rest also ran out of the police station one by one, including the current police chief, the son of the old chief.

"Boss, this soldier is a bit powerful!"

"It's not ordinary!" A person next to him said ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Please take a look, if there is a situation, it will be killed! Fang Yan looked at the empty space in front of the people who were obediently squatting with their heads and said softly, then nodded to Chu Xuan, and then stepped forward again and walked in the direction of the last deputy militia captain.

However, when he arrived here, he realized that the battle here had already ended by the other side...

"Hello!"

"Who are you?" Fang Yan asked suspiciously, looking at the large scars on the man's face.

"Hou Shengbang, the former deputy captain of the armed police, was lucky not to die, but I'm afraid there is no hospital to give me plastic surgery now." Hou Shengbang smiled, walked up and shook hands with the dialect, and then continued, "Stop gossip, the latter Things are still very complicated, and I will ask you more when the time comes."

"Row!"

Dialect responded, but looking at Hou Shengbang, he did not relax his vigilance. Although it seems that the storm has subsided now, no one knows how fickle people's hearts will be...