Rise of the Wasteland Chapter 1040: Furious

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Although I do n’t understand what is going on? But four or five men spattered their flesh and blood in an instant, and their heads were separated. This is not right. Marco immediately turned around and ran—the dog was not flexible enough to kill several people in an instant.

But less than a hundred meters away, Marco, who was panting, suddenly coughed violently. Coughing, coughing, coughing, tears and snots all came out. He couldn't help kneeling on his knees, grabbed his throat in pain, and wished he could pull out his heart and lungs.

A spicy, itchy gas was drilling into Marco ’s nose and mouth. He was anxious to hold his breath, but the severe cough made him breathe harder, and the situation was worse.

Not only is the lungs coughing, but also tingling in the eyes, the tears are streaming out, and even the bare skin is painful and unbearable. Marco had to issue a scream of pain, dry and sad, extremely painful.

Oops ... This is really horrible!

After the pain of Marco, there was even more panic in his heart. He forcibly opened his eyes and saw that he had rushed into a white mist. And in this ever-expanding mist is a black uncle who is just as painful as he is. Not to mention fighting now, there is no morale, and it is difficult to escape.

It is tear gas!

Staggering staggered up, Marco grabbed the jug he had brought with him, flushed his head to his face, and sipped water. But all this does not help, the pain still exists, even more intense.

"I'm going to escape, I must escape." Marko walked out in any direction, hitting black people running around on the road. Without exception, they screamed and tried to find a way to escape without distinguishing things.

The screams will cause stronger breathing, and the pain will be more intense.

And around the Palace Square, the three people who jumped before were propelled by the rocket backpack regularly and planned to fly along the street. They dropped a tear gas bomb every fifty meters, and the explosive ammunition released a strong irritating gas.

The Rocket Backpack is fast and quickly completes the flight around Palace Square. Three guys with tear gas flew together to the church steeple in the square. The petite Ellie Irene sisters are high-fiving and cheering, all of which are regarded as games.

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

"I want to do it again, which is much cooler than normal bungee jumping. The key is that there are thousands of people working together, which is an unprecedented fighting method."

"Victor, I really love you. You can always come up with new ways of playing."

Looking around, there is no organized resistance. The two girls were praising, but Zhou Qingfeng ordered on the radio: "The airship landed, assault!"

The airship with the Golden Dragon logo has been lowered to a height of 100 meters in a safe area hundreds of meters away. Twelve heavily armed Mutant soldiers are standing at the door. These violent soldiers jumped directly when they were more than ten meters above the ground, and shouted loudly in the direction of the square.

Fight, fight, Mutant is the fearless one who advances towards death. All Mutant carried M134 revolver machine guns and carried 10,000 rounds of oversized magazines. They came in the shape of triangles and arrows, and they saw the black men running around without any hesitation splashing hundreds of bullets and rain.

The super high rate of fire of M134 is like a storm, and countless bullets form a wall. It hit the black man who originally surrounded the palace square, and the flesh and blood flew between them.

Fight, let the blood fill the earth, let the battle roar shake the sky.

The killing Mutant is the most terrifying war machine with fast speed, good endurance, and extremely strong fighting will. The place they hit must be corpses everywhere.

Marco ’s men were already chaotic by tear gas, unwilling to fight, but hated running fast enough to leave the battlefield. This time it was swept by Mutant again, it was like a field of wheat cutting, falling into pieces, without any resistance.

Countless people ran back and forth between the buildings, countless corpses fell on the corner of the street, countless fights were displayed indiscriminately. Fortunately avoiding the first wave of attacks, the severe cough will also attract the attention of death. Only twelve Mutant death ripples are enough to take the lives of nearly a thousand people.

When the Mutant ammunition boxes were empty, they sprayed 120,000 rounds. The road they walked on was covered with bullet holes, and the fan surface attacked by them was like a sea of ​​blood, filled with a thick **** smell.

The smell of tear gas makes the olfactory Mutant extremely painful, but these mad warriors turn the pain into a desire to kill. They dropped the M134 machine guns that were no longer ammunition, and instead pulled out bundles of bundled grenades from their bodies.

Sixty-seven grenades with wooden handles. Ordinary people usually carry four. If you carry too much, you will get tired easily. The Mutant can be packed in six bundles with special bullet bags. Each bundle is a bundle of five bundles.

Many black thugs evaded the initial attack and hid in the buildings around Palace Square. It was not that they did not want to escape further, but that their physical condition could not be supported. It would be nice if they were not stunned by tear gas. However, the black mob wanted to avoid, but Mutant would not let them go.

Marco stumbled into an abandoned and ruined house at the moment. This kind of building can be seen everywhere in Luanda, and it is densely packed around Palace Square.

"Insufficient perseverance, I really can't persevere." Marco fell to the corner and opened his eyes slightly to see that there were still several people hiding in the room. Everyone kept coughing and weeping all the time, and was terribly traumatized by tear gas.

Everyone in the broken house can't care about anyone, whether you are a leader or a soldier, this moment is equal. Everyone endured the pain and gasped, waiting for the effect of the tear gas to pass. However, when they felt that the war had nothing to do with themselves, there was a booming explosion in the distance.

Marco looked like a startled bird, breathing out his head from the broken house window, and saw a huge figure about a hundred meters away. "It's a monster ..., a monster soldier."

The black mob in the broken house could n’t sit still in panic after hearing the word ‘Monster Soldier’. Several people got up and continued to run outward, intending to be as far away from these terrible fighters as possible.

Marco also wants to run, but he really can't move. Seeing that a large number of people ran out of the sheltered house and gathered on the street to flee, he could only sit and watch, his power was almost exhausted by tear gas.

Going out does n’t mean you can live. The Mutant soldiers in the distance saw a dense crowd and immediately grinned. It grabbed a bunch of clustered grenades, and quickly accelerated to pull the string. Five bundles of six-seven grenades flew hundreds of meters away and exploded into the sky before they landed.

This kind of power is only available for the stout Mutant. The shrapnel of the explosion covers a range of 20-30 meters. In this range, more than a dozen black thugs were killed and injured.

"It's terrible, it's terrible!" Marko suffered a terrible pain in every heartbeat. He watched the people who were taking refuge being killed alive, and the powerlessness and decadence made it difficult to resist. He could only use his last energy to escape, hiding and running away from other directions, and never dared to look back.