Apocalyptic Dark Age

The team leader climbed to the side of the float, turned over with difficulty and leaned on the vehicle, staring at the group of attackers who were armed to the teeth and protected to the toes.

The two attackers got the order, walked out of the team and approached the squad leader. The guns in their hands were aimed firmly at the squad leader's eyebrows. As long as there was a slight movement, they could kill the squad leader.

The squad leader watched indifferently as the two men pressed in. He wanted to raise his hands, but one hand was injured and he could only raise the other hand. Seeing the squad leader's appearance, many people felt relieved, and the two attackers couldn't help but He quickened his pace, walked to the squad leader, held his head with the muzzle of his gun and looked at Jasmine.

"Don't go there, let them come..."

The old man stopped Jasmine and shook his head. In his opinion, even if it was 99% safe, Jasmine could not be allowed to take risks. Jasmine's originally fearless mind was now full of panic. She followed the advice and waited for the little girl to take the risk. The captain escorted him over.

"No, get down..."

The sniper's sharp eyes saw something held in the injured palm of the squad leader. Fuling yelled heartily, hugged Jasmine and threw himself to the ground, bringing down the old man beside him. The moment they landed, a huge The roar sounded again, shaking the cave and starting to tremble. The slender float completely shattered, turning into millions of fragments to form a metal storm that shot out in all directions. The rolling flames enveloped the team leader and the two attackers.

The huge explosion shook the cave as if it was the end of the world, and the falling gravel rained down on the people lying on the ground like hail. Miss Jasmine, who originally had the most gorgeous and sturdy armor, was protected by several people at the bottom, not even a single stone. Not a grain of sand can touch him.

A strange aroma dispersed the smoke of the explosion. Raging flames burned in the exploded wreckage of the float. Many scattered materials were also ignited. What emitted the aroma was the ignited vanilla. The team leader detonated the float. The cause and effect were clear at a glance, and the reason was trivial in Jasmine's eyes. Just to prevent them from getting these insignificant supplies, the other party's life was destroyed, and the lives of two subordinates were killed by the way.

"There were forty-five casualties, including forty-one killed in action. They were very vicious and it was difficult to survive..."

Miss Jasmine's pretty face was horrified. She was surrounded by four burly men. She could only look at the tragic battlefield through the gaps. The corpses were neatly placed next to each other. All the helmets were removed and they were all uniform. Handsome young people, even death cannot conceal their vigorous vitality.

These people are elite forces cultivated by the Jasmine Consortium with a large amount of materials and money. Each of them is an elite with the most stable and optimized genes. They have talents and intelligence far beyond ordinary people, have physical fitness that almost reaches the limit of the human body, and possess ten Years of the most rigorous military training, proficient in firearms, close combat, use of heavy weapons, vehicle operation, electronic cracking, survival in the wild, torture and interrogation, and even the ability to become a field doctor and perform general surgeries.

They are people born for fighting. They have rich combat experience. They are the sharpest spears and the strongest shields of the Jasmine Consortium. But here, they are defeated by a group whose numbers are far lower than them. Their equipment is the best in the world. The other enemies were defeated, which Jasmine, who had put a lot of effort into, couldn't accept it.

"Their weapons were found, standard equipment of the security forces, second-hand weapons that were close to being scrapped, with only one magazine..."

The sniper walked up with a rifle that had been thrown away by the Storm Troopers, with an ugly expression on his face. The gun in his hand was stained with old wine, and they would not let them take another look at it at any time.

Jasmine glanced at the rifle and turned her attention to the protective armor of the fallen team members. This latest protective armor can be immune to close-range fire from automatic weapons such as large-caliber sniper bullets and smaller. It can effectively resist explosion shock waves and laser focus, even if it is hit. Ordinary old-fashioned machine gun bullets will be fine, let alone pierced by cold weapons.

The armor of the fallen team members was basically intact, but the appearance of their deaths was not pretty. One-third of the team members had their necks broken, some were hit by heavy objects, causing internal bleeding, and some had their throats cut and died. The most miserable one, all the bones in his body were shattered, like a puddle of soft mud, which could not be lifted up.

"Twelve targets, five dead, five seriously injured, two slightly injured... Their bodies are stronger than savage beasts. I have never seen such a perfect human body. The bullets are stuck in the muscles. If Without the No. 3 protective armor, I'm afraid they won't be able to deal with any of them..."

Someone else reported new information, and most people were frightened when they heard it. How could most of them survive a melee of this level? Who are they?

"All injured targets will be rescued with all efforts, the bodies will be taken away and sealed as level three secrets, all targeted actions will be stopped..., and the suppression of Fan Meiren will be given up..."

After hearing the new news, Jasmine's eyes suddenly brightened, and she felt an uncontrollable excitement. Looking at the captured Stormtroopers was like seeing a rare treasure. Others might think these people were just respectable enemies, but In Jasmine's eyes, these people are rare treasures that the entire underground world is crazy about.

When Nan Feng woke up from coma, he didn't open his eyes immediately. As the number one player in the training camp, he was not as mediocre as he appeared. He used illusions to confuse others because he was the third safety player. Life-saving means learned in class.

Lying calmly in an unknown place, Nan Feng kept breathing steadily and his brain was running at high speed. He recalled the moment when he was unconscious. The stun bomb was the last thing he saw. The special bomb known as the king of non-lethal weapons is used in underground spaces. The weapons with the highest frequency will not damage the fragile underground environment and can eliminate enemies to the greatest extent. There are no effective defense methods. They are the most commonly used weapons by the military and security forces.

The emergence of stun bombs means that they are not robberies by gangsters running underground. The higher the frequency of use, the more attention they are paid to them. Even Fan Meiren, who sells arms, does not dare to take advantage of these weapons easily. If someone is interested in getting it, It is simply a weapon for robbing families and homes. If the patrolling army is hit by a few, the entire patrol will be stunned, and the weapons and equipment will naturally be at risk.

"Jasmine Consortium..."

This name suddenly appeared in Nan Feng's mind. He saw Gao Feng solve a convoy of Jasmine Consortium with his own eyes. Obviously, Jasmine Consortium was not prepared to endure it any longer this time.

Thinking of this, Nan Feng had a headache. Previously, he thought that since he had a government status, the Jasmine Consortium would not deal with him and Fan Meiren openly. Even if the Jasmine Consortium has a deep influence, it cannot ignore the impact. This time, the Jasmine Consortium jumped over the wall. , using the stun grenade as a control weapon, things broke out.

There was discomfort in his eyelids under the external lighting, but compared to the despair in his heart, the discomfort in his eyelids could be completely ignored. Nan Feng felt that he was not restrained, his hands and feet were not restricted, and there was a jump in his heart. The urge to get up and run away.

Suppressing this dangerous impulse, Nan Feng used his ears to collect all the information around him. The surrounding was very quiet, but as an underground person, Nan Feng could easily hear more than three breathing sounds. One was long and long, and the other two were slightly short. His heart was tangled again. Short breathing meant that someone was guarding against something. As for what he was guarding against, Nan Feng knew it very well. Long breathing meant that everything was under control and he was confident and leisurely.