Chapter 242： Massacre in the Civil Affairs Department

At the same moment, on Bugatti Avenue, the North District where the Civil Affairs Office is located, a sudden riot swept over half of the block.

Traffic lights, energy supplies, computer networks, wireless communications, and monitoring equipment all over the block are all in a state of interruption, and vehicles on the highway are congested and crowded. The stock exchanges, banks, restaurants, shopping centers and other facilities were in chaos, and people with unknown circumstances rushed to the door.

Different from other places, 15 uninvited guests were welcomed on the long steps of the Civil Affairs Office. They were wearing heavy power armor and holding a special model of rifle. Among them, 5 were wearing heavy armor. , The stone steps were smashed, and countless boulders rolled down the long steps, "cracking" and spilling everywhere.

Others are running outside, but they are running inside.

The first person to spot them was an out-of-town tourist in a taxi on the highway. He looked at the noisy neighborhoods, the chaotic traffic lights, and then at the heavy backs that went away. He muttered with a stunned look: "This is an emergency. Rehearsal? Really bad luck, but it happened at this time?"

The middle-aged driver with a **** moustache turned his head and glanced at him: "Exercise? What kind of exercise? Why didn't I receive a notice?"

"Even the army has been dispatched. What is the drill?" The tourist pointed to the Civil Affairs Hall opposite.

The driver turned his head and glanced, his eyes widened instantly: "It's a big battle..."

The tourist nodded in agreement, picked up the video camera and snapped, and exclaimed excitedly: "These are the latest military power armors, aren't they? Earth knights?"

The driver gave him a white look: "Man, you don't usually visit military forums."

"Uh." The tourist scratched his head: "Since it's not a land knight, what is it..."

At the same time, the guards at the door of the Civil Affairs Hall also noticed the abnormality on the long steps. The 15 heavily loaded soldiers lined up and approached quickly in an arc.

"Boom, boom, boom, boom..." The whole ground was shaking.

"Wh... who? Which unit?" The two guards didn't think anything dangerous would happen. You know this is the capital of Recto and the hinterland of the Monya Empire. Who would dare to mess around here?

Perhaps this is a kind of power armor newly produced by a military armaments research institute. The reason why they appear in the urban area may be to test some of their performance.

One of the two guards is a serious military fan. Seeing the machine gunmen and the looters, he almost danced with joy: "Ha, new power armor, new weapons, those **** of the Charles Federation Our end is here."

Indeed, the end of some people is here, but not the Charles Federation **** he said.

"Da da da..." The gunfire sounded.

"Swish. Swish, swish..." The speeding silver thread intertwined in the air into a rain of bullets.

The military fans and guards only listened to a whisper of "pupu". In the corner of their eyes, the companion on the left seemed to have become the standard of the bar, and countless silver threads passed through his chest. He happily took a puff of blood and sprinkled it on the ground, splashing with the majestic white stone pillars at the door of the Civil Affairs Hall, of course, including his extremely shocked face.

"The enemy... the enemy attack." He roared, just about to raise his gun to meet him, suddenly. A chill in his chest, a gust of cold wind poured back into his chest.

He lowered his head subconsciously, and his chest was like a shower sprinkled with needles, and blood arrows gushed out.

The companion's corpse fell down with a "boom" and fell on the smooth marble floor.

The army fan guard took a step back. A feeling of cold weakness swept through the body.

"Swish" a silver light passed by, and only heard a "click", the silver light directly penetrated his forehead. After 3 seconds, with a muffled sound of "boom," he followed in the footsteps of his companions.

The tide of 15 celebrity soldiers generally quickly spread over the long steps. Stepping on the blood flowing from the two guards, directly smashed through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Civil Affairs Hall and rushed into the front hall.

The whole process from the machine gunmen firing to the two guards falling to the ground only took a short ten seconds. The front desk staff of the Civil Affairs Department had not figured out what had happened, and the light of the end was ushered in.

The silver thread was intertwined and weaved. A worker at the service window just stood up and wanted to run. The glass window, which was claimed to be able to withstand rifle shooting, was shot through by metal nails, and then nailed into his chest, bursting his heart.

Next to him, there was a pretty looking, bulging figure, two young girls with 36d **** screamed, stood up and just about to run, "Du." A metal nail penetrated the glass and exploded directly. Her head.

The girl fell angrily with her eyes wide open, her upper body hit the armrest of the seat, her head fell down, her lower body was pushed up, her beautiful legs in a black silk skirt pushed up, her buttocks upturned, her head on the ground.

If it is kept as usual, this is undoubtedly a very tempting scene. However, at this moment, bright red plasma dripped from the forehead, falling drop by drop along the long hair on the silver-white floor, converging into a cluster of scarlet.

At another window near the back door, a middle-aged team leader in a suit and leather shoes lowered his head, using a stone counter as a cover, and quietly moved towards the security door not far away.

He is more calm than most of the staff. One is that he is old and knowledgeable, and the other is that he knows that screaming and messing up under such circumstances are more likely to attract the attention of the other party and take a gun.

Go quietly and slowly, as long as you don't notice, get to the back door, and then you can escape. At his age, there was no passion for his wife. But fortunately, the civil affairs department has a lot of oil and water, and he is also the team leader, rich and powerful, and there are many young girls from civilian families waiting for him to develop.

He doesn't want to just die like this, especially now that his **** and ability have passed. However, it's a pity that the beautiful girl next door died a little bit. You have to know that she had just taken her off a few days ago and hit home base, and she hadn't played enough.

While thinking and moving, the back door was close in front of him, only less than five meters away, and a smile appeared on the corner of the team leader's mouth. However, the next scene profoundly explained the meaning of the word "extreme happiness produces sorrow".

A Judger's grenade exploded on the glass window behind him, and the strong shock wave pushed the sharp glass fragments forward, like a dense rain of light, and glass **** containing violent kinetic energy opened one by one on him. The blood hole, a piece the size of a palm swept across his neck, the aorta was broken in two, and the blood was like spray paint, leaving an abstract art-like blood stain on the milky white door.

The killing continued, and the hall of hundreds of meters square was like a battlefield, with the shelling of marauders and the strafing of machine gunners, and the glass windows exploded in pieces.

Women's screams and cries, men's screams and angers, gunshots, explosions... all these constitute a noisy heavy metal music. There were 24 windows, 32 staff members, 31 of them died in the blink of an eye.

On the other hand, two young couples who came to go through the wedding formalities hugged each other with their ears covered. Their bodies shuddered slightly and shrank in a corner, and every time a judge's grenade exploded, the woman would shiver vigorously. At this time, the man would always hug her tightly and habitually pat her back gently.

They don't know when death will come, let alone when and how the silver thread that kills people will shoot through their bodies. However, until the gunfire subsided, the gunfire stopped, and the dull footsteps disappeared, they could still clearly hear the heartbeat from their chests.

The man plucked up his courage and slowly raised his head. Only two soldiers were left in front of the tattered counter. The smaller one picked up a fat middle-aged woman from under the counter, like throwing garbage, "Bang" The sound was thrown on the ground full of gravel and glass shards.

At this time, the fat lady was already scared and silly, her face was as white as a layer of putty powder. When she was exercising, her lower body had a scent of urine, and there was also a little **** smell.

"I beg you...please...I...I don't want to die, it's on my...my 12-year-old's face, let... let me go."

"Listen to the roar from hell, they tell me, you...damn it!" From the time the killing was staged to the end, there was no communication. The soldier who hadn't said a word spoke.

In the man's stunned eyes, the big man raised the grenade launcher in his hand.

"Boom." Flesh and blood splattered, mixed with stinky visceral pieces scattered throughout the audience.

A few drops of blood splashed on the man’s cheeks, making him abruptly closed his eyes. For a while, when he heard footsteps going away and opened his eyes, the silhouette of the back door inside the counter flashed, and the two soldiers disappeared from view. .

"Yona, we are not dead, we are still alive...or... maybe those people are not bad people..."

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At the same time, , the street facing the Civil Affairs Office was in a mess. Almost all people nearby heard gunfire, screams, and explosions. The ruined long steps, the fragmented French windows, the guards fallen in a pool of blood, the devastated hall... All of this shows one thing, the Civil Affairs Hall is under attack.

Most citizens chose to sit on the sidelines, a few bold guys clapped their hands and applauded, and only a few people who were more or less related to the staff of the Civil Affairs Office picked up their phones and dialed the police. However, they soon discovered that the communication network was in a state of paralysis, not to mention the phone, even a short message could not be sent.

One minute later, when the people on the street opposite the Civil Affairs Hall were getting more and more together, there was a bang, and four holes were punched out of the glass curtain wall on the tenth floor of the Civil Affairs Hall. Then, four groups of dark things were thrown out.

After falling six or seven meters, the rope stretched straight, and the four black objects finally revealed their true colors.

Four corpses, four corpses dripping blood from "tick, tick"!

"Ah..." There was a scream from the crowd.