Chapter 2138

"Change the bomb!"

Colson stepped back and took a new magazine from his belt to replace the pistol, while hitchville, who was close to him, immediately took his position and raised his assault rifle to shoot into the air to suppress locusts from all directions.

The bald man in gold glasses is not too nervous. He has alternative covers with Colson and has the heart to chat:

"it's like the old days, isn't it?"

Everyone in the team is moving close to the building. As a result, the angle of the insect's air attack will be greatly limited. Naturally, bald brother is not fighting alone. There are special combat teams including "Cross Bones" behind him.

Colson changed the bullet, opened fire again into the sky, cocked his head: "when we first worked, we didn't have so many missions to deal with aliens. Now the times have really changed."

"We just need to cross one more intersection and get the civilians into the subway station, where there is a temporary defense line formed by the army." The bald brother winked at the crossbones, and the latter immediately threw him two magazines: "I just don't know how the Avengers league can solve the root of the problem above everyone's heads?"

The hair loss agent repeatedly opened fire to force back a bug, motioned to Mei behind him to pay attention to his flank, and replied, "I believe the captain can. There is nothing he can't do."

Hitwell raised one eyebrow and nodded slowly: "OK, but to be honest, I don't quite agree with the director's plan to let such a super capable armed force be independent of the bureau? Indirectly controlled by their friendship? Some are too uncertain. "

Colson, the captain's fan, doesn't care. After all, as an old friend for decades, he knows exactly what kind of character a bald brother is.

Although hitwell looks like a stockbroker going in and out of Wall Street, everyone is a field agent. He has a strong sense of crisis and likes to control everything in his own hands.

But that's the captain of the United States, and there is no more reliable person in the whole country.

"That's not something we need to think about. The captain asked us to escort these civilians to a safe place to hide. Then we will do it. They are still looking for other people trapped." At this point, Colson sidestepped away from a beam of light and shot back into the air: "so what we have to do now is to obey the captain's order, which is what the director asked us to do, and cooperate with the superheroes to reduce civilian casualties."

Brother bareheaded helped him to mend the shot locust, and without expression shot a magazine empty, until the yellow water bug did not move:

"OK, but the captain will give you a autograph after the incident, but what's the advantage of me? You'll have to treat me to dinner when this is over. It's the shop last time

"You should control your diet a little bit recently. If you eat so much spaghetti with meat sauce, I'm afraid you'll have to go to the logistics department to get a new suit." Colson still smilingly joked with his friends, chatting and laughing in the dangerous battlefield.

Although it is very important to be serious and serious in the course of fighting, we should distinguish what the situation is.

Today, the first and second groups, ten people in total, are working together.

The protected civilians dragged a long snake in the street, about hundreds of them. The team members dispersed their formation to protect the masses. However, many civilians were very close to the two people who opened the road.

They are acting. They are now posing as the FBI, and the people behind them think so.

So the classic American heroism is that national agents are fighting and chatting about what to eat at night. Only in this way can they make use of herding to calm everyone down.

Once the civilians behind them are in a panic, they will not be able to recover. As qualified agents, they must avoid that kind of situation.

So the more calm he and hitchville showed, the better.

The truth is so simple, regardless of the two people talking and laughing, but no one in my heart knows how much pressure there is.

There is no problem with the plan, but they obviously underestimate the wisdom of annihilating Zerg. They are equipped with individual communication equipment.

The insects in front of us are shriveled here. Some meat protects others. How can this be done?

So, in the middle of the procession, the organized insect group also flew from the high altitude to the buildings on both sides of the road. The insects showed terrible cooperative combat ability, and played incisively and vividly in firepower suppression and cover assault.

Colson ordered his men to take the crowd into the building behind him to take shelter. Others formed a defense line at the door of the building with the help of bunkers, and fired at locusts who landed on the street.

It seems that this building used to be the headquarters of a pharmaceutical enterprise. The hall is called magnificent, but now it doesn't matter.

The two team leaders leaned against the side of the gate and watched the plasma fly by at a high speed. The beautiful wall brick made of marble in the distance was burned like a melting candle, trickling down the original wall cavity.

Bald brother took out a white handkerchief from his arms, folded one hand, wiped the sweat on his forehead and said:

"we have limited ammunition. We have to find a way to call air support.""Human fighters can't compete with insects in the air, and the pilots will die, so our air support can only come from superheroes, but iron man has added me to the phone blacklist and hasn't been released yet."

Colson shrugged with a smile and said in a tone of helplessness:

"I installed surveillance equipment in his office when he found out, and he was always angry with me."

"Tut, it's miserable. In order to balance your mind, I can say - I don't have his phone at all, ha ha." The bald man responded with a joke, while he gestured to the Crossbones behind him.

In the face of alien invasion, the attitude of Hydra and aegis bureau is not welcome. We humans fight for power and profit internally. What do you want to mix with alien insects?

So this time hitwell led the team out to cooperate with Colson, which could be regarded as a joint resistance against foreign enemies.

Colson thinks that without air support, it's not so absolute. The aegis and the US military's air force can't do it, which does not mean that hydra can't do it.

As long as the pilot is not afraid of death, is it over?

The Hydra soldiers trained by brainwashing don't give them an attack plane. Even if they take out the V2 rocket in the museum, they dare to ride on it.

There is a special means of communication. As long as the signal is sent, there will soon be death squads disguised as innocent passers-by, driving oil tankers or sightseeing helicopters to bump into the birth path for everyone.

Cut off one head and grow two heads! Personal sacrifice is nothing compared with great cause!

However, just as the crossed bones turned around, avoiding Mei's eyes, and ready to reach into her arms to press the communication equipment, a group of thin and small masked people fell outside the door.

They, no, maybe they are all wearing cheap uniforms, but they show strong fighting power. They can kick the big and powerful insects tens of meters away with one foot, and make the insect shell hollow with one punch.

These masked people can also fly up and down in the rain of gunfire. They are like acrobats playing among street lamps, broken cars and buildings. They are all handy, flexible as ghosts.

It was like they had an incredible sixth sense, and even if locust soldiers shot at them in the back, the targeted people could dodge without looking back.

With the help of these super powers, the situation is greatly improved.

Colson nodded to hitchville, and then the two men were ready to lead the team to counter charge to assist. However, they rushed out of the gate and arrived at the bunker with standard sliding shovel action. Before they could shoot, a man in red and black uniform stepped out of the alley with a wheel Gatling machine gun.

The man walked as if he had a slow movement. His arrogant appearance made him want to be beaten. When his shoulder swayed, the six blue fire cans whirled rapidly. The firewhip formed by the warhead broke the insects around him, and then there was a sound that sounded very cheap:

"come on, dead worms, big dick with dead servant father, yes, shoot you Face, shoot your mouth, shoot your eyes! Is it cool? I know you're all crazy! Because your brain is my lubricant, hahahaha...

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