Chapter 35: Good luck, unexpected surprise,
At this moment.
Facing the encirclement of the suppression team, Shen Bei was naturally unable to use firearms. On the premise of ensuring safety, he could break out of the encirclement or kill all the enemies.
Shen Bei could only use the firepower Frisbee!
No need at this time, when to wait!
After receiving the wireless command from Shen Bei, the fire flying disc was already hovering above Shen Bei's head.
Those twelve cannons were like the eyes of twelve bloodthirsty dragons, glaring fiercely and coldly at the enemies on the ground surrounding Shen Bei.
The suppression teams all raised their heads and watched, looking puzzled and confused.
"What the hell is that?"
"It looks like a fire flying disc! I went to Shelter 36 and saw this thing."
"Is it great?"
"That's bullshit. When they were experimenting, the bombing firepower was insufficient. Let's put it this way, it was similar to setting off firecrackers. The key warheads were too small and the gunpowder could not be put in. The lethality was very small. However, we still have to be careful in case we are blown up. It’s skinned.”
"Haha, hearing you say that, I don't think the roof can even be blown apart, right?"
"I just doubt that Shelter 36 is still far away. How did this thing fly here?"
"It's not a smoke bomb or anything like that. Everyone, pay attention, don't let that guy run away by playing tricks! Press in!"
…
The people in the suppression team below were still laughing and joking, as if they were watching a joke, and didn't care at all about the firepower Frisbee above their heads.
In their eyes, how many powerful shells can be fired from such a small barrel?
No need to worry.
Just rush in and that’s it!
"Kill that bastard who killed so many suppression teams!"
The suppression team once again compressed the encirclement.
But Shen Bei's eyes were sarcastic and cold, and his consciousness moved.
Firepower Frisbees received bombing orders.
In an instant, the twelve cannons on the firepower flying disc roared at the same time, and the fiery tongues of fire tore through the air in an instant, turning into twelve fireballs shooting out like meteors, dragging long flame tails, and rushed towards Ground enemies.
The bombing process was like the earth shattering, with hot barrages pouring down from the sky, turning the entire battlefield into a purgatory-like Shura field.
The moment the warhead of high explosives and crystal core fragments mixed with explosives hit the ground, there was a continuous sound of explosions, forming a hellscape woven of flames, smoke, and debris.
The shock wave swept across like a violent wave, and all buildings in its path were mercilessly destroyed.
Boom boom boom! ! !
Cluster fire flying disc bombs 360 degrees without blind spots.
Looking down from a high altitude, it looks like fireworks of death wreaking havoc on the ground.
And in the middle of this place filled with strong smoke and the smell of death, Shen Bei was lying on his back, looking calm and calm.
Just like this artillery fire, it is his stage, his death movement.
At the same time, those clearance teams who had been laughing at the lack of firepower of the Frisbee were instantly dumbfounded!
They found that whether they were hiding in houses or among the broken rocks, they were all blown away by the blast wave.
Some people were even blown to pieces on the spot, their flesh and blood bodies exploded into bloody foam and dregs of flesh, and they were swept away to nowhere.
The members of the suppression team suffered a head-on attack. They were all stunned, their pupils suddenly dilated, their eyes were extremely shocked and unbelievable, and they roared in horror and regret:
"Hahahahaha!"
"Ah!! Save me!"
"Damn it, is this what you said? It can only burst the skin? My legs were all blown off! Hiss!"
"Help! Help!"
"Run! Run quickly!"
Terrified by this sudden firestorm, the members of the suppression team were killed in the flames before they could react. Broken limbs and broken arms were scattered in all directions, and the blood was mixed with the soil, which was particularly dazzling under the firelight.
The bombing lasted only a short time, but every second seemed like an eternity. Each explosion announced the end of several or more than a dozen lives!
After the artillery fire subsided.
The entire ruined city also fell silent.
It's like the player suddenly cut off the tape.
Faintly, only the enemy's tragic wails and painful groans could be heard.
Shen Bei stood up and looked up at the concentrated fire flying disc, his eyes as ruthless as a ferocious beast filled with uncontrollable joy.
fierce!
So fierce!
This bombing almost wiped out all the enemies!
Those who are still alive have long lost their combat effectiveness. They are either missing arms or legs, or are dying.
Shen Bei waved his hand.
The cluster fire flying disc returns according to the route it flew from and enters the standby state.
And Shen Bei jumped out of the ruins and randomly picked up a rifle.
Or an M4A1 assault rifle.
If this gun were on Earth, it would be an excellent rifle.
But this world can only be reduced to a toy for ordinary people, and a fire stick in the eyes of superpowers.
Shen Bei pulled the bolt and pushed the bullet into the chamber.
Walk leisurely among the ruins that were pockmarked by bombings.
A few steps away, an enemy of the suppression team was buried among the rocks.
Struggling in pain.
Shen Bei's gun was pressed against his forehead.
The man was suddenly startled and raised his head suddenly, his face covered in blood like a snake: "You - you can't kill me! I am a member of Shelter No. 20!"
Shen Bei's tone was calm, but the content was chilling: "May there be no escape from hell."
Bang!
A bullet was fired into his forehead.
【Experience value +1】
Shen Bei ignored the pop-up message and continued to search for other surviving squad members along the ruins.
For Shen Bei, although using a revolver to kill enemies can increase experience points.
But not worth it.
The bullets in Shen Bei's revolver were all Level 2 and Level 3 bullets!
It is not cost-effective for killing and suppressing teams.
…
Bang bang...
The crisp gunfire of the M4A1 assault rifle continued.
Every gunshot was accompanied by either curses or howls of pain and begging for mercy.
But Shen Bei was indifferent, whether he was cursing or submissive, kowtowing like pounding garlic.
All were shot to death.
After a few minutes.
Shen Bei threw down his rifle and returned to the ruins where he had taken refuge.
Shake out a small bag.
Inside is Shen Bei's harvest, a courier from the suppression team: more than a hundred crystal source cores.
"poverty!"
Shen Bei only had one word to comment on this.
With so many people, so many crystal source cores were found, so it's no wonder that there wasn't even a single superpower in the suppression team.
"wrong……"
Shen Bei touched his chin: "It's not that there are no superpowers, but the superpowers from Vault 20 encountered the superpowers from Vault 22. The battlefield was divided between the two sides."
Shen Bei was just wondering why there were ordinary people in the suppression team.
There are no supernatural beings in the escort team.
It’s not that there is no co-authorship, but they are entangled together and haven’t come over yet.
Think of this.
Without any hesitation, Shen Bei immediately put the Barrett sniper rifle on his back and left without any hesitation.
Shen Bei has certain strength to fight against superpowers.
But it also depends on the number of people on the other side.
More than two will be difficult.
It is not advisable to stay here for a long time. If a person with super powers catches up, he will be in trouble.
He was about to leave just now.
Shen Bei stepped on a backpack.
This backpack belonged to a defector from Vault 20.
After being shot in the head, the backpack rolled to the side.
Shen Bei picked it up and wanted to see if there was any crystal source core inside.
Open it and take a look.
Shen Bei was a little confused.
The huge backpack is full of papers.
Shen Bei took a cursory glance and couldn't understand what was described above.
There are all kinds of weird drawings, but it’s hard to tell whether they are equipment.
However, Shen Bei still saw a keyword on the drawing: "Jingyuan reorganization and refining process."
Shen Bei was half-suspicious: "Could it be the core fragments of the crystal source contained in the explosives of the firepower flying disc, right?"
I can't believe it!
Shen Bei never doubted his luck, but this was too outrageous!
I was still worried about how to get the core fragments of Jingyuan, and I fell asleep in a blink of an eye and gave him a pillow!
"Time is also fate..."
Shen Bei sighed.
However, Shen Bei still held a skeptical attitude.
After all, the words "reorganization" and "fragmentation" are completely unrelated.
Maybe it's my own associations or preconceptions.
Shen Bei immediately closed his backpack and stuffed a crystal source core into the armor's power module.
He rushed out of the ruins and ran out of the city.
Stay away from this land of right and wrong.
As for the drawings, go back and study them slowly, there is no time to waste them again.
Then he started walking at a constant speed in the vast wilderness.
…
Night falls quickly, and the cold wind dissipates the heat of the day.
At this moment.
Two supernatural beings wearing black robes appeared on the edge of a messy ruins.
The man named Gan Mo opened his hood, revealing a pair of porcelain-white eyes without pupils. He sniffed the smell in the air, and his tone was a bit cold: "Death, gun smoke."
Another superpower stretched out his hands hidden in his cuffs.
There was no flesh and blood on his hands, only bones and bones.
"Tsk, tsk~~ Is this plowing under artillery fire from the establishment?"
"Chai Ma, we're late." Gan Mo squatted on the ground, grabbed a handful of blood and soil, stuck out his tongue and licked it: "Our people in Shelter 22 are also dead."
Chasing the horse, he moved his skeletal palms and looked back towards the wilderness.
Apart from the howling wind, there were almost no other sounds in the wilderness, and no traces of activity could be seen.
"Yes." Zhui Ma chuckled: "Both our people and the people in Shelter 20 are all dead."
At this time, Gan Mo sniffed the air, jumped without any hindrance, and fell into the ruins where Shen Bei had hidden.
He took a deep breath, and the various smells lingering in the air entered his brain.
"That can only mean one thing." Gan Mo curled his lips: "There is one person still alive."
Zhui Ma laughed: "Nonsense, everything is lost, so of course there are people alive. Why don't you tell me where they went?"
Gan Mo squatted on the roof, lowering his head: "He didn't leave a drop of blood... I can't smell his scent."
Chai Ma scratched his head: "I remember that the nearest shelter from here is No. 36. If Titan didn't turn a corner."
Gan Mo raised his head and faced south: "Then let's go and have a look."
