Although I don't understand what the hell is going on? But four or five of his subordinates splashed flesh and blood in an instant, and their heads were separated, which was clearly wrong. Pen~Fun~Pavilion www.biquge.info Marco immediately turned around and ran - the dog was nimble and didn't speak, and bit several people to death in an instant.

But less than 100 meters away, Marco, who was panting, suddenly coughed violently. Coughing, coughing, coughing, tears and snot all flowed out, he fell to his knees uncontrollably, clutching his throat in pain, hating to pull out his heart and lungs.

A puff of spicy, itchy gas was drilling into Marko's mouth and nose, and he desperately tried to hold his breath, but the violent cough made him breathe even more, and the situation worsened.

Not only were the lungs coughing, but there was also a stinging pain in the eyes, tears were flowing outward, and even the bare skin was in unbearable pain. Marco had to let out a scream of pain, dry and miserable, extremely painful.

Oops...... this is really bad!

Marco was in a panic as he forced his eyes open, only to see himself running into a cloud of white mist. And in this ever-spreading fog was Uncle Black, who was just as painful and churning as he was. Not to mention the battle, the morale is completely gone, and it is difficult to escape.

It's tear gas!

Staggering to his feet, Marco grabbed the kettle he had brought with him, threw his head back at his face a few times, and drank heavily. But to no avail, the pain remained, and even intensified.

"I'm going to get out, I'm going to get out." Marco casually looked for a direction and walked out, bumping into black men running around on the way. Without exception, they let out screams, trying to find a way to escape.

Screaming triggers stronger breathing, and therefore more pain.

And right around the palace square, the three men who jumped before were flying along the street regularly and planned, propelled by rocket backpacks. They drop a tear gas canister every fifty meters, and the bursting ammunition releases a strong irritating gas.

The rocket backpack was fast and quickly completed the flight around the palace square. The three tear-gas-throwing guys flew together to the church spire in the square. The petite Ellie sisters are high-fived and cheering, treating it all like a game.

"It's so fun, exciting, absolutely thrilling to fall from the sky!"

"I would like to do it again, it's so much cooler than a normal bungee jump. The point is that there are thousands of people working together, which is really an unprecedented way to fight. ”

"Victor, I love you so much. You'll always come up with something new to play. ”

Looking around, there was no more organized revolt. The two girls were praising loudly, but Zhou Qingfeng ordered on the radio: "Airship landing, assault!" ”

The airship with the Golden Dragon logo had been lowered to a height of 100 meters in a safe area hundreds of meters away, and twelve heavily armed mutant warriors stood at the hatch. These furious soldiers jumped directly when they were more than ten meters above the ground, and launched a loud roar in the direction of the square.

Fight, fight, mutants are fearless who march towards death. All mutants carry M134 machine guns and oversized shells of tens of thousands of rounds on their backs. They rushed in a triangular formation, and when they saw the black people running around, they immediately rained down hundreds of bullets without hesitation.

The ultra-high rate of fire of the M134 was like a storm, and countless bullets formed a wall, slamming into the black people who originally surrounded the palace square.

Fight, let the blood spread all over the land, and let the battle cry shake the sky.

Mutants in the Kill are the most terrifying war machines, with speed, good stamina, and an extremely strong will to fight. The place where they struck must have been corpses all over the ground.

Marko's men were already confused by tear gas, and they had no intention of fighting, only hating to run fast enough to leave the battlefield. This time it was swept away by mutants, and it was like a field of wheat, lodging in patches, without the slightest ability to resist.

Countless people are running back and forth between the buildings, countless corpses are lying on the corner walls, and countless fights are unfolding. Lucky enough to avoid the first wave of attacks, a violent cough will also usher in the attention of the Grim Reaper. The ripples of death set off by just twelve mutants were enough to take the lives of nearly a thousand people.

By the time the mutants' ammo boxes were empty, they had sprayed a full 120,000 rounds of ammunition. The road they walked was riddled with bullet holes, and the fan they attacked was like a sea of blood, and the smell of blood was thick.

The smell of tear gas is excruciating to the smell of mutants, but these berserkers turn their pain into a desire to kill. They dropped their M134 machine guns, which had run out of ammunition, and instead pulled out bundle grenades from their bodies.

Ordinary people generally carry four of the six or seven wooden-handled grenades, and they are easy to get tired if they carry too much. Mutants use trait bomb bags for six bundles, each of which is a bundle of five.

Many black thugs avoided the initial attack and took refuge in the buildings around the palace square, not because they didn't want to flee farther, but because their physical condition was too much to support. It would be nice if they weren't stunned by tear gas. However, the black thugs tried to hide, but the mutants would not let them go.

Marco staggered into an abandoned and dilapidated house, which can be found everywhere in the city of Luanda, and even more so around the Palace Square.

"I can't hold on enough, I can't hold on anymore." Marco fell in the corner, and when he opened his eyes slightly, he saw that there were several other people hiding in the room. Everyone was coughing and crying, and they were very badly affected by tear gas.

No one in the broken house can take care of anyone, no matter whether you were a leader or a soldier before, you are all equal at this moment. Everyone was gasping for breath in pain, waiting for the effects of the tear gas to pass. However, just when they realized that the war had nothing to do with them, a rumbling explosion was heard in the distance.

Marco poked his head out of the window of the broken house like a frightened bird, panting, only to see a huge figure appear about a hundred meters away. "It's a monster ......, monster soldiers."

Hearing the words 'monster soldiers', the black mob in the broken house panicked and couldn't sit still. Several men got up and continued to run outward, intending to get as far away as possible from these fearsome warriors.

Marco wanted to run, too, but he couldn't do it. Seeing a large number of people running out of the sheltered houses and converging on the streets to flee, he could only sit and watch dryly, his strength was almost exhausted by tear gas.

But running out doesn't mean you can live, and the mutant soldiers in the distance grinned when they saw the dense crowd. It grabbed a bundle of grenades, accelerated briskly, and flicked the string. Five bundles of Type 6 or 7 grenades flew hundreds of meters away, and exploded in the air before they could hit the ground.

This kind of power is also only possessed by stout mutants, and the shrapnel of the explosion covered a range of twenty or thirty meters, and more than a dozen black thugs were killed and wounded in this range.

"It's horrible, it's horrible!" Marco's heart beat with a sharp pain, and watching the people who had taken refuge with him being blown up alive was a powerlessness and depression that made it impossible to resist. He could only muster up the last bit of strength and flee from other directions in hiding, never daring to turn back.