Located in the banquet hall on the 27th floor, the door of the safe passage was kicked open by oversized military boots, and mercenaries with live ammunition swarmed in like mice. They were very familiar with the internal route and divided into 3 teams, advancing from the 3rd to the banquet hall. The proficient rhythm of advancing the corridors, the clear division of labor and the front and rear cover movements, they may all be mercenary executioners, but the techniques used to exchange money are all honed in the hail of bullets, far exceeding the level of the Chinese special forces.
There are two kinds of soldiers, those who see blood and those who are bathed in blood...
When group B passed through a utility room, the door opened simultaneously. Alice, who was wearing gothic smoky makeup, suspenders, stockings and military boots body armor, walked out. The team members cooperated tacitly and handed over a PKB Russian-made light machine gun , equipped with 200 rounds of drums, all of which are 7.62 mm caliber steel core armor-piercing warheads, which can be called battlefield tearing machines.
"Do it!" Led by Alice, the three teams drove straight to the double doors of the banquet hall.
The blasting devices set up by the team members on both sides retreated to the side, and there was a loud bang, and sawdust from the blasted door flew across the corridor, and the entire corridor trembled, and the sprinkler system on the ceiling was activated immediately, spraying artificial heavy rain. The team member who was about to charge, wearing a gas mask, a mobile phone gun, and a sound and light grenade in one hand, had already rushed towards the smoking gate, but before he could pull out the latch of the grenade in a hurry, with a bang, he was knocked back through the door again. .
"FUCK! What's the matter?" The man got up from the ground, picked up the gun, and touched the team members behind him. The rain quickly dispersed the explosion and smoke, and what appeared in front of everyone was a burst of silver. armor plates.
"Fuck him! They're prepared! This is a trap!" To force a golden-haired laowai to swear at his mother in Chinese shows how frantic he is.
"Don't bark! Get out of the way!" Aiming at the gate, Alice called a mercenary to squat in front of her and grasped the PKB's tripod, beeping out flames continuously.
The steel-core armor-piercing projectile hit the door with sparks, leaving circular craters, but they could not penetrate at all. From the bullet marks, the thickness of the armor plate exceeded 20mm, which is not what the weapons they carried could pierced.
Alice extended the muzzle of the gun to both sides of the gate of the armored plate. The bullet hit the concrete wall and sprayed a large amount of dust. The armored plate still stood upright. Obviously, the entire wall was an indestructible fortress.
Just as Alice was shooting, the guests in the banquet hall moved away from the wall nervously. Alchemist Quan walked up to Shen Ming with a wine glass in his hand, "Can this door stop them?"
"The 20mm alloy armor plate is 15 meters long. Theoretically, the firepower they carry cannot penetrate this kind of bunker in a short time." Shen Ming chuckled.
"Theoretically? For a short time?" Fang Shiquan's brows twitched. You must know that today the people here gathered celebrities from all walks of life in the city and even the province. They put their lives here to serve as "decorations" for Shen Ming's trap. If something goes wrong, the alchemist Quan, who is the provider of the trap, doesn't have to hang around anymore.
"Don't worry, someone won't let them be arrogant for too long." Just as a group of mercenaries outside the door had nowhere to go, a large number of special forces soldiers in black rushed out from the hidden places on the upper and lower floors, using the corner of the corridor as a cover, A rear siege was launched against the mercenaries gathered in front of the gate.
The smoke bombs thrown turned the corridor into a trap. All kinds of sound and light grenades were as lively as the firecrackers of the New Year. The two sides fought fiercely. Various types of firearms sprayed in the smoke. The barrels of the guns are being cooled physically, so that they don't have to worry about the state of the barrels, they can only shoot desperately.
In fact, most of the time they couldn't see the appearance of the enemy, they just followed the direction and poured barrage at the outline. For these seasoned mercenaries, the special forces of the Celestial Dynasty are not as scary as they imagined. As long as the war zone is large enough, they can have a strength of 1:3, but when the battle line is shortened to only a few dozen meters, the narrow and crowded corridor At that time, any experience and advantages are fucking nonsense, the number of people and firepower determine the outcome of all.
"Withdraw! Break out, stay here and wait for death!" roared Alice wearing a gas mask, replaced a drum with a PKB, and continued to shoot to open the way to evacuate.
In the fierce gun battle, both sides suffered casualties, but the situation is already beating the dogs in the water. Today, the Death Squad is destined to kneel in this twist building.
Downstairs in Mahua, the waiting reporters were quickly driven away by the police with their badges on, and the cordon was pulled up to isolate them 30 meters away. A large number of special forces members armed to the teeth, holding guns Swarmed out from the building next to it, rushed in from all sides of the Twist Building, and on the Twist Building, the bold special forces slid down the rope, providing fire support and sneak attack from the outside of the window.
A portion of the fighters went to the underground garage, surrounded the cleaning company vans they had left behind, and destroyed any escaped vehicles.
These vehicles will become evidence of their terrorist bombing attacks in the near future. There are still many remaining guns and ammunition inside.
At this moment, another truck of a cleaning company parked in the corner attracted the attention of the soldiers. A group of special forces raised a 95 assault rifle, communicated with hand gestures, and quickly stepped forward to move the vehicle away. surrounded.
"Torpedo! When the hell are you going to arrive?" Alice, who was evacuating, shouted in dismay.
"Come now." While the torpedo was speaking, the 270-degree curved electronic screen in front of him lit up, as if the sound of the plane starting and starting came from the truck.
A group of special forces didn't have time to yell to disarm and surrender. They raised their rifles and started shooting. The thin iron cargo compartment of the vehicle was turned into a hornet's nest, but no one's wailing came from it at all.
Immediately afterwards, there was the unique booming sound of the machine gun, and the 25mm caliber shells sprayed out from the compartment, blasting the special forces surrounding the truck and their armor into pieces. 20 players were slaughtered within 1.5 seconds.
There wasn't even a single wasted round of ammunition in the cannon blast.
"Enemy attack! Enemy attack! Enemy attack on the parking lot!" The communicator suddenly recalled the panic shout, accompanied by a loud bang, "That thing! It's a monster!"
In front of the eyes of many special forces members, the truck that was swept away by the bullets into a hornet's nest exploded into a lama flower, and a black four-legged individual armored vehicle jumped out of it.
Like a giant spider with a body length of nearly 3 meters, its whole body is covered with black super alloy armor, and it is observing the surrounding scene with 18 compound eyes arranged in a matrix.
On the giant butt of this spider, there are 360-degree machine shells with no dead angle, miniature tracking missile launchers, and various weapons that have never been seen before.
The torpedo lay prone in the cockpit like driving a motorcycle, and he was very familiar with this killing machine.
This new combat mech, named "Black Widow", is a branch of Lockheed Martin's "Future Warfare" program. It is operated by a single person, equipped with the most advanced battlefield cameras and various tank-level integrated weapon systems , with a maximum speed of up to 120 kilometers per hour, and can adapt to almost all terrain operations on the earth. Powerful firepower and mobility are its killer features on the battlefield, and the protective performance of the latest super alloy armor makes him a Zhao Zilong on the battlefield, seven in and seven out to take the head of the general.
Although this is only an experimental body, it has already met 90% of the designer's original function settings, and it is not much different from the finished product.
However, as a technology industry, all new products need to be tempered on the battlefield and also need a lot of financial support.
The U.S. government has recently run out of rice and is in a financial crisis? The massive reduction in equipment purchases also made Locke Martin particularly angry.
There is no choice but to find other financial aid to help the various R&D industry chains continue to operate. Ever since, Mutlin became the buyer of the black widow. Locke Martin will also share all the combat data of the Black Widow in the Middle East as a data support for the product, and as long as the use is good enough, Mutlin will need to provide 2 billion US dollars as a sponsorship fee in the future to obtain the priority of the official product right to buy.
What Lockheed could not have imagined was that the weapon of this future war has not yet stood in the middle east where the yellow sand is everywhere, but has already come to the socialist heaven and claws.
When Mutlin secretly went to the US Empire to visit the Black Widow's demonstration expo, Torpedo, as an accompanying military adviser, also saw the various magical skills of the Black Widow, and as a test driver, he completed seven days of driving training. For the evaluation of this individual combat vehicle, the torpedo has only one point, "there is absolutely no ground combat force that can match it in the world."
As long as this black widow is in hand, whether he is a nirvana or an armored force, torpedoes are all ignored.
"Looks like I'm going to work." Shen Ming looked at the picture of the underground parking lot connected to the building's surveillance camera on his mobile phone, and the appearance of the black widow made him frown deeply.
"Why are you going?" Ayatollah was a little nervous. After all, Shen Ming said that he didn't need to take action today, but now he was walking quickly towards the only secret exit.
"Go and kill the bugs." Shen Ming smiled and took off his suit, and sneaked into the passage dressed in a shirt, trousers and belt.
"Shen Ming, be careful, the opponent is a monster, and it's extremely cruel." Xiao Yi's reminder came from the earphones, and she also saw the battle scene about the Black Widow, that feeling was like time travel.
"Don't worry, I'm weirder and more ferocious than him." Shen Ming smiled and crawled forward quickly, his figure disappeared into the darkness.