Chapter 251: Umbrella Superman (IV)

Because the parking lot was attacked, the command and dispatch of the Rikers had a big problem. Originally, the members of the Rikers were just a group of gang members, and they were temporarily united. On weekdays, they would only deal with the police in small teams. Now they were suddenly attacked by the enemy in a small-scale war, and they immediately jumped in place like a cat with its fur standing up.

People who knew some military knowledge asked Larry Barrett to take back control of the parking lot and continue to divide the troops, wanting to shrink the defense line and take back the people who blocked the military and police.

Larry Barrett, the nominal leader of the Rikers, disagreed with this statement. She had a paranoid hatred for government personnel in uniform. These people in the military and police forces had completely attracted her attention, and she was only willing to continue to divide the troops.

Those members of the Rikers who came out of the army and got into prison were actually not very powerful people. When facing the powerful Larry Barrett, they hesitated and felt that they should shrink the defense line. Under the pressure of Larry Barrett's power, they did not dare to refute loudly, and their management and command were very bad.

Nearly a thousand gang members in the Related Building have begun to feel uneasy because their butts have been stolen. They are also still suffering from the continuous attacks from the Umbrella Superman. Morale has begun to decline, and the clever guys have begun to think crookedly.

Most of the Rikers are members of large and small gangs and thugs in New York. They had their own small circles before being forced to join the Rikers. Seeing that the situation is not good, they have begun to gather with their companions in the original small circle to quietly discuss whether to retreat strategically.

Because of this, their offensive can not help but slow down.

This was discovered by the Umbrella troops who relied on the apartment building as the core of the attack. The pictures sent back by the micro-flying insect monitors placed in the Related Building showed that the people inside were more confused.

Moreover, the blue signal source representing the comrades has overlapped with the location of the enemy, and they immediately guessed that the agents have sneaked in. Now is the time to cooperate with each other!

Kevin didn't want to miss such an opportunity. After controlling the robot dog to make a detour and advance, he asked the fireman to fire all the grenades and micro missiles, and the others threw smoke bombs to cover and prepare to launch a charge.

Bang Bang Bang!

The Rikers members who were almost unconscious on the battlefield were suddenly hit by extremely fierce firepower. Their not-so-clear minds calmed down instantly, and they buried their heads in the bunkers and dared not show their heads.

Grenades with projectile trajectories kept hitting the crowd, killing and injuring many ordinary members of the Rikers. Only the backbone members wearing exoskeletons and special combat protective gear could avoid being hurt by fragments, but even so, they were also confused by the black smoke and flames that filled their vision, and they were a little scared.

The fierce firepower poured for a full two minutes. After the explosion stopped, the small battlefield that had moved sideways was completely covered by white smoke, making it difficult to see the direction.

The members of the Lex Gang on the high-rise building of the Ruilian Building were also beaten by the drones and could not provide ground support for the time being.

Nearly 300 uninjured special operations veterans quickly threw away some of their heavy weapons, unfolded the folding bulletproof shields on their left hands, rushed into the smoke screen one after another, and charged towards the Ruilian Building.

The special operations veterans experienced the pleasure of adrenaline surge during the sprint, and gradually became addicted to it. They could not help but run much faster than ordinary soldiers. White smoke rolled over their bodies, forming a group of ribbons, like a space warrior surrounded by psychic energy.

Da Da! Da Da Da!

The white smoke in front of them blurred the vision. A Lex Gang backbone wearing a powered exoskeleton was very cautious about this. He put up a bulletproof shield and half-crouched and retreated, while retreating, firing into the smoke screen.

With the blessing of the exoskeleton, one hand can easily suppress the recoil of the rifle. His ears were full of noisy gunshots, so that he could not hear the abnormal sound coming from the front of the smoke screen.

It was not until several human-shaped shadows appeared in his vision that he realized that the enemy had come to him. He immediately panicked and aimed at the figure closest to him, squeezing the trigger and shouting: "They are in the smoke! They are in the smoke!

!"

Ding ding dang dang!

The bullets shot out quickly and landed on the shadow, exploding with golden sparks. A two-meter-tall giant rushed out of the mist, with white smoke swirling around his body, rushing like a black warhorse.

The backbone of the Rex Gang looked at the terrifying figure of the other party with white mist swirling around his body, and slowly widened his eyes. He didn't know when the gun stopped spitting bullets, but he didn't notice it. His mind was completely frightened.

The giant in front of him was slowly enlarging until they collided, just like a truck at a speed of 80 kilometers per hour hitting his body. The solid power exoskeleton couldn't withstand such an impact.

The backbone of the Rikers was instantly thrown backwards seven or eight meters, and his body was exposed when he lost balance in the air. When he was in the air, the dense shotgun shells were like waves, sweeping his body away.

After the backbone of the Rikers fell to the ground, he was pushed three or four meters by the bullets, and all the protective equipment on his body became decorations.

The special operations veterans had long thrown away their useless rifles and replaced them with shotguns and 7mm tungsten core armor-piercing short-barreled machine guns. They did not pursue long-range killing, as long as they were fast and accurate within seven steps.

One after another, veterans rushed out and jumped into the steps, and the shotguns and short-barreled machine guns in their hands burst into fire, instantly destroying the morale of the Rikers, which was already low.

The gang members in the position were all beaten to tears by the large group of umbrella supermen who were charging with shields raised. Some of them didn't even know how they died. They were hit hard on the side or back, and their bodies were torn into pieces by high-powered bullets.

The bodies of the gang members without armor were just rags in front of shotguns and short-barreled machine guns. They became tattered with a light touch, and their blood dyed the floor tiles outside the Ruilian Building red.

The veterans who charged with shields looked like ancient European knights. After a round of charge, the enemy infantry formation was completely disintegrated.

The gang members who were originally hesitant in the building saw the umbrella supermen killing people in their position, and they were so scared that their legs were weak. The strong instinct made them flee in a panic and escape from the west door of the building.

The people who kept running away made the small leader who managed the gang members in the Ruilian Building very confused. He didn't know what to do in such a situation. In the end, he ran away too.

But their speed was not as fast as that of the Umbrella Superman. After easily slaughtering more than 700 Rikers in front of the door, Kevin rushed into the building unscathed, and the short-barreled machine gun in his hand instantly opened fire, efficiently harvesting those gang members who turned their backs to him and fled.

More and more special operations veterans joined him, shooting at enemies with their backs turned, just like shooting at a moving target.