Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds

Kant caught up with a pickup and stomped to kill the anti-aircraft gunner in the back.

Slash the roof of the car with a sword, killing the driver.

Before rescuing the three yellow people tied to the back seat, the machine guns of other vehicles swept over.

These machine gunners probably got orders in advance, or saw that their companions in the car were dead, so they pulled the trigger without hesitation, the flames gushed out, and the bullets emptied.

In an instant, Kant stomped hard, and the pickup immediately flipped backwards. He turned on the time to accelerate, grabbed the three yellow people, threw them on the ground, supported the pickup with his backhand, used the chassis as a shield, enchanted it, and the bullets were like a torrential rain. Like a bombardment, the body constantly vibrated and moved backwards.

The three Burmese men were bound with their hands and feet, and their mouths were stuffed with cloth. Looking at Kant, they struggled and jumped like salted fish on the shore. Kant scratched the nylon ties on their hands, and they grabbed the mouth by themselves. fabric, and then began to untie the ropes from the feet.

In the electronic command room of the airport, several intelligence officers all stood up and looked at the images on the screen in amazement. Someone asked dumbly, "How did the car turn over? Did you see it clearly?"

Someone shouted: "Where's the boss! The convoy is already at war with the enemy!"

They took a few glances, and one of them immediately turned and left, and went out to find little Bob.

At this moment, the battle situation changed again.

"What the **** is this!?"

There was an exclamation in the electronic room, but in the real-time transmission image, a large yellow metal ball suddenly flew from the back of the overturned pickup truck that was bombarded by the on-board machine guns!

About half the height of a person, after landing, it rushed forward like a gust of wind and thunder.

This is the capture on the elf battlefield, not the centurion war armor that can compete with Horus, but another style that is much smaller - the defense mechanism.

Less powerful, but more flexible, considering the current situation of the hostages in the car, it is much easier to use than the Centurion... and easier to maneuver.

This bright-yellow copper ball with intricate lines engraved on its surface emits a clanging sound of mechanical transmission. The three layers of metal on the surface are constantly rotating like lotus petals, rushing forward with incredible flexibility and mobility. Such a ghost is very unexpected. Expected, but shooters know not to let this thing come close!

They changed targets at the same time, abandoned the overturned pickup, and fired wildly at this weird copper ball. However, compared to a stationary vehicle, this thing is too small and too fast!

The vehicle-mounted machine guns are all man-operated. With the physical quality and reaction speed of humans, it is impossible to aim at this flexible sphere in which the snakeskin moves. Even if a bullet is swept away, it will be bounced off one by one by the protection spells that keep spinning and stirring the wind. Even after encountering the impact of the projectile, the sphere became faster!

It's absorbing kinetic energy and accelerating itself!

"Fuck it!"

In a blink of an eye, the big ball, which was rushing with all its strength, was approaching the dead end of most machine guns. The formation was formed in a convoy. If they continued to shoot, they would only injure friendly troops. Spread it out! Spread it out! I can't hit it!"

The defense agency has brazenly approached the second pickup.

The machine gun shooter made a meaningless cry. He desperately pressed the heavy anti-aircraft machine gun. Unfortunately, it was too late to turn. Like an antique dug up somewhere - what the **** is this!

The next moment he understood.

The upper part of the defense mechanism opened like a lotus flower, and the copper-yellow mechanical puppet body protruded out of the sphere, stretched its body, turned half body, unfolded its sword and shield, and accelerated its lower body forward, with a cold light!

"merde!"

- This is a French national curse, similar to shxt and fuck.

The machine gunner of the other car watched his companion get slapped with a sword by this weird thing, his head was thrown flying, and blood spurted out, he shouted: "What the **** is this!"

After defending the mechanism with a lightning-like head, he accelerated forward and ran to the side of the pickup. Facing the driver's terrified and shaking eyes, he raised his sword, penetrated the window, nailed the driver and co-pilot into a string, and then pulled out When he got out, the blood spurted out of the car, which soon covered a large glass of the car.

Then chase after another car.

"Fuck! Fuck **** fuck it! Hit it, hit it, hit it!"

The machine gun shooter of the third pickup pulled the trigger frantically and even forgot to let go. The machine gun roared and the recoil continued to vibrate. In the face of such an enemy and the threat of death, he became a recruit again.

The captain's order came through the headset: "Rene! Kill the Chinese in that car!"

"Fuck you! Fuck you! It's here! It's here!"

Death is imminent, only a desperate fight, who cares about the order, the shooter howls and swipes at the defending organ, the copper ball that can be reverted to a mobile form flashes easily, the barrel is hot, and the ammunition is rapidly reduced. Small, but the shooter didn't even notice it, howling as he watched the copper ball slam into it.

There was a loud bang, the rear bucket of the pickup was directly smashed, the body spun, the wheels dragged a harsh scream on the ground, and the captain's scream resounded in the ears of every shooter: "They are helpless! Shoot and open. gun!"

The teammates were still howling with their smashed legs, and the companions in the car were struggling desperately. Even the more cold-blooded and cruel mercenaries were not allowed to shoot at their comrades.

They turned their machine guns, but hesitated.

In the next moment, the wind in the sky was fierce.

A machine gunner only felt something above his head, looked up, but saw a behemoth swooping down from the sky, flashing cyan light wings, and its body, claws and wing bones shone with golden light.

Before he could let out a scream, his head was clasped by the claws, and the whole person was directly pulled up. His brain, face, and neck were instantly shattered, and he died instantly, and his body was thrown to the ground.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

The mercenaries who witnessed all of this shouted loudly.

Even if it was a predator drone that had just broken a teammate's head, grabbed him and dropped him on the ground, the mercenaries would not be so frightened and shocked - a shining magic eagle, which shook the world view. The shock, the fear is also doubled.

Death came from the sky. In addition to the shock, they invariably raised the muzzle of their guns, looking at the sky and shooting frantically. They wanted to knock this thing down, hoping that the powerful firearms would give courage.

Everyone's attention was pinned to the sky.

They did not know that the invisible enemy had previously landed on a giant eagle.

Kant was already standing on the top of the SUV, hiding his figure with an invisible cloak. He raised his hand and threw it. One by one, the slap-sized objects were thrown at the three cars nearby, and then he got into the car from the machine gun stand. In the SUV, there are two people in the driver's seat and three people in the back seat, two bottles of Maotai and one bottle of Qingdao.

They were shouting loudly and seemed to be discussing and asking something.

The partner who was standing on the pistol stand in front of him was taken away in an instant, and the body quickly fell to the left. All this happened in front of them, and they were the most confused.

A Burmese man with a calm expression and calm eyes was sandwiched between the two, silent.

Kant showed his form, and the three of them were obviously surprised. Before they could react, Kant had already rushed forward like a cheetah, pinning a person in the back seat with his neck stuck, and his fist hit the neck.

Three punches in a row, with a crisp sound, killing him instantly.

The other person next to him had already taken out a dagger, and just as he was about to stab it, his wrist was already held by Kant's left hand.

He grabbed his head with his right hand and slammed it into the car window, the glass shattered, the mercenary's head was pushed out of the window, dizzy, the hand that grabbed his hair pulled hard again, and dragged it to the side, shattering the sharp remnants of glass. Pieces had rolled down the Frenchman's throat.

The left hand twisted, twisted and pulled hard, and the extraction ability cooperated. The man's entire left arm, including the dagger, had been torn off. In the blood dripping, the co-pilot turned back and raised the gun. Smashed, hit the wrist, shot down the pistol, and then stabbed forward, the broken limbs and broken bones hit the passenger's face door, and even shattered his teeth and stuffed it all the way into his mouth.

With a bang, the man was beaten backwards, hitting the front glass, his eyes were white, his body twitched, and he couldn't see alive.

In the blink of an eye, Kant has taken down the dagger in his left hand and stabbed the driver.

At the same time, the driver slammed on the brakes.

The car suddenly decelerated and stopped suddenly. He and Kant leaned forward at the same time. The dagger deflected and pierced the headrest of the driver's seat.

The driver, who was also an experienced driver, had unbuckled his seatbelt while braking, pushed open the door, and jumped out—he already knew there was a terrifying enemy in the car.

But this terrifying enemy reacted faster than him.

Kant punched the seat.

A loud bang, power transmission, spiritual power introduction, extraction and cracking of key components.

The next moment, the airbag pushed open the steering wheel cover and popped out suddenly. The instantly inflated airbag slammed the driver who wanted to escape on the spot. The strong inflated gas pushed his body and squeezed towards the seat, intending to form a safe and fixed anti-shock. Location, however careful shooting has become a spell of death.

The driver's head was pushed against the seat headrest.

A little sharp point revealed by the dagger in the middle.

From the brain stem, you can see a little cold light in the slightly open mouth.

Kant pulled out his dagger, threw off the blood drop, and cut off the Burmese's velcro: "Do you know who I am?"

The Burmese was the leader of this mercenary army. His eyes were solemn, and the shock and shock in his eyes had not yet dissipated: "...Kant! You are Kang Jinzhu's son."

A gleam of light flashed in his eyes, and he pleaded, "Save my people! They..."

Kant handed him the dagger: "That's what I'm here for, defend yourself."

Under the shocked gaze of the leader, his figure turned into a black light and disappeared out of thin air.

The Eagle of Shima, the defense mechanism, the two alchemy creations in the sky and the ground, attract the attention and firepower of the enemy, and the real crisis is in an inconspicuous place.

Another SUV that was speeding suddenly slowed down, the body tilted to the right, a muffled sound came from the bottom of the car, and the driver shouted: "Blowout! Right front wheel! Why at this time!"

What he didn't know was that it wasn't the bullet that blew the tire.

On the rapidly deflated but still spinning wheel, a slap-sized bug similar to a scarab retracted its sharp mouthparts, kicked its mechanical legs hard, jumped onto the body, and climbed near the window.

The small and delicate metal mouthparts were nailed to the glass, and the tiny flaming magic stone in the mouth began to work.

This alchemical scarab is versatile, able to sneak in, scout, and fight and destroy.

Thermal energy is converging.

"On the right! What's on the window! Look!"

The driver glanced subconsciously, saw the increasingly obvious fiery red, and then screamed.

The co-pilot turned back, the glass had been scorched by the high temperature, and the metal scarab jumped up and hit the co-pilot's face with the liquefied hot glass!

"Aaaaaaaaaaa!"

The man wriggled, struggled, whimpered, the seat belt restrained his movement, his body could only keep twisting, and the beetle tore his throat effortlessly and blood spurted out.

Then, in the desperate scream of the driver, he threw himself in the face of another person, got into his mouth, and crawled and tore wildly along the throat, making him let go of the steering wheel, helpless throat, and struggling in pain.

Another car started to ramrod about.

The convoy was in chaos, the defense agency rolled and turned, approached from another tricky blind spot, switched battle forms, raised the crossbow, shot an arrow through the head of the machine gun shooter, and then approached, the body force, a sudden lift, and the SUV was completely thrown. The child overturned, and the long sword was cut toward the position of the driver's seat on the base.

Immediately afterwards, Kant had already pulled out his sword, inspired by his fighting spirit, and with a flash of edge, he cut the third SUV in the middle, separated the front and rear of the vehicle, and condensed a fireball in his left hand, killing the two people in the driver's seat who were rushing forward.

So far, all the vehicles that have been firing wildly and interfering in containment have all been wiped out.

But two of the fastest SUVs out of the fight, at full speed, headed in the direction of Moyani, and after a brief but thrilling chase, are now on the fringes of the Comora capital.

Kant just wanted to chase, when the call of the mercenary leader rang from behind. The leader, regardless of safety, ran around, determined the situation inside these cars, and after counting, shouted to Kant.

"No need to chase!"

He walked quickly, panting: "It's Little Bob's territory, it may be dangerous, and my people are already here except for the two killed, the two civilians who just happened to pass by, the British, Journalist, it has nothing to do with you, the British government will find a way..."

"Those French people aren't abiding by the rules." Kant was silent for a moment, then said, "Take your people and find a place to hide..."

He turned to pursue the pursuit, and the Burmese shouted from behind: "You know them?"

"I don't know." Kant answered the other party's doubts, or, he was just talking to himself, "If you don't know, you have to save it. If you don't know, you need to save. Let that old thing beep all day!"

At the same time, more than ten kilometers away, the Hummer was galloping towards Moyani.

"Kant must have gone this way!"

Kang Jinzhu gritted his teeth, but stepped on the accelerator and rushed forward.

"That little bastard!"

This Hummer was obviously being controlled remotely. No matter how he shouted, he just didn't listen and just ran away. Later, his son got angry. Kang Jinzhu realized that it was not good, and forced him to take over from the driver's seat. There was no driverless situation anymore. Happened and drove very smoothly.

He was going back to Moani, the capital of Comora, and he heard Kant mentioned earlier about the convoy turning, where he was going to stop his son... Kant is in a very wrong state now.

Airport.

In the lounge on the second floor, gunshots rang out, the **** corpse was lying in front of the door, and the bodyguards heard the sound, but saw their own boss, little Bob, holding a gun, carrying a box, and trampling the man with their feet. The wound on the intelligence officer's face, he stepped on the bleeding, crushed the flesh, and looked mad.

"Why break in? Why bother me? Are you planning on it too?"

This scene was so strange and **** that the mercenaries who were used to fighting scenes felt a chill inexplicably, but little Bob had already achieved prestige, and in this situation, no one dared to persuade him.

Just then, the phone rang.

Little Bob answered the phone, and immediately showed a more distorted smile.

"Thomas...he's here? Fine, fine, let's get started!"

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PS1: Four thousand five hundred words... The work and rest are absolutely collapsing. There is one update today, and there will be a reward for the double update tomorrow. Good night.