Chapter 1040: Rampage

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

But after running less than 100 meters, Marco, who was panting, suddenly coughed violently. Coughing, coughing, coughing non-stop, tears and snot all flowed out, he knelt down on his knees uncontrollably, clutching his throat in pain, wishing he could take out his heart and lungs.

A hot and itchy gas was piercing into Marco's mouth and nose. He desperately wanted to hold his breath, but the severe cough made him take a deep breath, making the situation worse.

Not only is the lungs coughing, but the eyes are also stinging, tears are streaming out, and even the bare skin is in unbearable pain. Marco had to scream in pain, hoarse and shrill, extremely painful.

Oops..., this is really bad!

Marco panicked even more in pain, he opened his eyes forcefully, only to see himself running into a cloud of white mist in a hurry. And in the ever-spreading mist was Uncle Hei who was writhing in pain just like him. Let alone fighting now, there is no morale, and it is difficult to escape.

It's tear gas!

Standing up staggeringly, Marco grabbed the water bottle he brought with him, raised his head and washed his face a few times, and then gulped down the water. But all this is of no avail, the pain still exists and even becomes more intense.

"I want to escape, I must escape." Marco walked out in a random direction, bumping into black people running around on the road. Without exception, they screamed and tried to find a way to escape without distinguishing things.

Screams trigger stronger breathing, and thus more intense pain.

And just around the palace square, the three people who jumped off before were flying along the street in a regular and planned way driven by the rocket backpack. They dropped a tear gas bomb every fifty meters, and the bursting ammunition released a strong irritating gas.

The speed of the rocket backpack is very fast, and it quickly completes the flight work around the Palace Square. The three tear gas-throwing guys flew together to the top of the church steeple in the square. The smaller sisters, Allie and Erin, were high-fiving and making it all a game.

"It's so fun and exciting, the feeling of falling from the sky is absolutely exciting!"

"I want to do it again. This is much better than ordinary bungee jumping. The key is that there are thousands of people cooperating. It is an unprecedented fighting method."

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

Looking around, there was no more organized resistance. The two girls were praising loudly, but Zhou Qingfeng ordered over the radio: "The airship lands, assault!"

The airship printed with the Golden Dragon logo had already descended to a height of 100 meters in a safe area hundreds of meters away. Twelve fully armed mutant warriors stood at the cabin door. These berserk soldiers jumped off when they were more than ten meters above the ground, roaring loudly and attacking the square.

Fight, fight, mutants are fearless marching to death. All the mutants were carrying M134 revolving machine guns and super large ammunition boxes with tens of thousands of rounds on their backs. They charged in a triangular formation of sharp arrows, and when they saw the running blacks, they immediately rained hundreds of bullets without hesitation.

The ultra-high rate of fire of the M134 was like a violent storm. Countless bullets formed a wall and hit the black people who surrounded the palace square.

Let's fight, let the blood spread all over the earth, let the battle cry shake the sky.

The killing mutants are the most terrifying war machines, with fast speed, good stamina, and extremely strong will to fight. The place where they hit must be full of corpses.

Marco's men, already distraught by the tear gas, had no interest in fighting, only wishing they couldn't run fast enough to get out of the field.

Now being swept away by the mutants again, it was like a wheat harvesting field, falling down in pieces, without the slightest ability to resist.

Countless people were running back and forth between the buildings, countless corpses fell on the corners and walls, and countless fights were on display wantonly. If you are lucky enough to avoid the first wave of attacks, your severe cough will also attract the attention of Death God. The death ripples caused by only twelve mutants are enough to take the lives of nearly a thousand people.

When the ammunition boxes of the mutants were empty, they fired a total of 120,000 rounds. The road they walked was full of bullet holes, and the fan attacked by them was like a sea of ​​blood, filled with a strong smell of blood.

The smell of tear gas made the mutants with sensitive sense of smell extremely painful, but these berserkers turned the pain into the desire to kill. They dropped their empty M134 machine guns and fumbled for bundles of cluster grenades from their bodies.

Ordinary people usually carry four Type 67 wooden-handled grenades, and if you carry too many, you will get tired easily. Mutants use special bullet bags to pack six bundles, and each bundle consists of five bundles to form a cluster.

Many black thugs avoided the initial attack and hid in the buildings around the palace square, not because they didn't want to escape further, but because their physical condition was really unbearable. It would be nice if they didn't get stunned by tear gas. However, the black thugs wanted to escape, but the mutants would not let them go.

At this moment, Marco staggered into an abandoned house. This kind of building can be seen everywhere in Luanda, and it is densely packed around the palace square.

"I don't have enough persistence, I really can't hold on anymore." Marco fell to the corner, opened his eyes slightly, and saw that there were actually several people hiding in the room. All the people were coughing and weeping non-stop, and were terribly harmed by the tear gas.

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

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

Hearing the word 'monster soldier', the black thugs in the dilapidated house couldn't sit still in panic. Several people got up and continued to run outside, intending to stay as far away from these terrifying fighters as possible.

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

But running out doesn't mean they can survive. The mutant soldiers in the distance immediately grinned when they saw the dense crowd. It grabbed a bunch of cluster grenades, picked up the string and flicked them at a brisk pace. A bundle of five Type 67 grenades flew hundreds of meters away, exploding in the air before they hit the ground.

This kind of power is only possessed by the burly mutants. The shrapnel from the explosion covered a range of twenty to thirty meters. Within this range, more than a dozen black thugs were killed and injured.

"It's terrible, it's really terrible!" Marco felt severe pain every time his heart beat, watching the people who had taken refuge together being blown to death with his own eyes, the powerlessness and depression made it hard to resist. He could only muster up the last bit of strength, and escaped from other directions in hiding, never daring to look back.