New Hangzhou, 4:17 in the morning.

The hall of the air control center fell into dead silence once again, because all the sub-screens on the big screen looked like a booster rocket.

The young man who has just been promoted to deputy director is doing analysis: "The rocket only has a warhead and a first- and second-level boost. The absence of a third-level boost means that it is not a ballistic missile but a rocket. There is no possibility of breaking through the atmosphere.

There is no possibility of flying far away at the lift-off angle...the second-level boost has been separated! The first-level boost has started to work..."

The AI ​​assistant beside him has already calculated the possible flight time for him: "Based on the size of the first-stage boost, the rocket will lose power in twenty seconds."

"Can it be intercepted?" The old director only asked this sentence, and then he sighed: "I have done evil, and those children also issued orders to survive within a hundred kilometers of the tower, which cannot resist electronic interference.

The aircraft was forced to land immediately. By the way, do we have lead shell-level anti-electricity defense?"

"No, Director, we don't have such a thing." The auxiliary AI said this and started to shut down automatically.

"That's great. Please remind me afterwards that I have to bring a gun when I go to the Central Logistics Bureau to report for repairs." After saying that, the old director sat down on his chair.

Everyone sitting here watched the rocket explode during the final countdown.

The next second, all the electronic equipment including the lights and large screens in the entire air traffic control center were emitting sparks.

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The tower under the white light was so pale, drones were falling like rain, and the combat omnics were losing control, and they fell to the ground with sparks.

Nanfang Zhiqiu led his teammates to the rooftop of Building 35 through the steel cable. He picked up his infantry from the edge of the rooftop. Nanfang Zhiqiu glanced at the reflex sight on the rifle and the red dot on the side of the gun.

The mirror has been damaged by the emp bomb, but it's okay. The double optical mirror can still work without the use of electronic components.

The teammate threw away the small radio he was carrying, and it was burned down.

"Let's go downstairs." Nanfang Zhiqiu said.

There were much fewer gunshots than before, but there were more sounds of psychic spells. In the past, as long as a spell was performed, drones would focus on it. Now that there are no drones, the spellcasters finally faced each other.

moment.

The tower has no shortage of elite and powerful psychics. The problem now is that many healers have been transferred to New Hangzhou, where they were needed more before.

Therefore, the members of the combat team must fight for the chance of victory for the psykers. Nanbu Zhiqiu is a psyker, but he understands that as a leader, he must stand in front of Her Highness, because she is only one step away from becoming a legend.

She is the young generation most likely to enter the legendary realm in the entire four islands.

Therefore, if possible, at least half of the children from the four islands can be sacrificed for her.

Whether this sacrifice comes from subjectivity or from pushers.

Pushing open the door, Zhiqiu entered the battlefield. Even though the invaders lost all their combat omnics, they still attacked. Their shooting was still very deadly, and apprentices fell down from time to time.

Knowing that Zhiqiu and the others were going to the first row of dormitories where the battle was the cruelest, the senior brother in charge of this section of the defense patted him on the head.

"There are still thirty-one minutes until dawn." He said: "You must live to see the sunrise, little guy, the chief will definitely come back."

"I can do it, and so can you." After Zhiqiu finished speaking, he led his team members along the empty ditch behind.

Originally this was a small artificial canal used to relieve the heat, but now that water has not been poured in, the canal has already had a new purpose.

The war enters its second half.

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These veterans have the strongest fighting will, and their shooting skills are very good. Even now that they have lost many sights, some veterans who only use mechanical sights can still use the guns in their hands to shoot with their apprentices several times.

Counter-shooting.

But the advantage eventually returned to their side. With the drone swarm no longer working, the psykers in the tower began to pour out their remaining anger - magic is the most excellent killing tool besides weapons of mass destruction.

This is a fact that cannot be concealed by any type of rocket-propelled grenade.

In particular, chain lightning does not require any trajectory. It only needs to hit a metal object, and it will automatically jump to the enemy closest to the first hit, and then the high-intensity current will penetrate everything.

Its long range allows the caster to sneak attack in corners, and the ejection principle prevents the caster from appearing in the enemy's sight.

As a result, the battle situation was unstoppable and moved in the tower's favor.

But what really overwhelms everything is Mars and Nirvana.

When the continuous pyrotechnics fell from the sky and smashed into the invaders' defense line, when one after another paralyzed tanks that were used as firepower points were crushed into scrap metal by psychic energy, when Mars fell to the ground, holding the intruder in one hand

The leader of the group dragged the middle-aged man to the square under the fearful gaze of the veterans.

Chun reached up and covered her mouth.

This is the Mars she longs for.

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Throwing the man in front of him to the ground, Mars looked at the veterans who had lost their will to fight, and they put down their guns.

Some apprentices stood up and opened fire on the surrendering veterans without hesitation.

Mars did not stop them, and these young people lived in a pool of blood for just one hour. Some of them were afraid that they would never be able to escape the painful experience this night had brought them.

Too many brothers and sisters died on this night.

But more apprentices still maintained their senses. They took off the veterans' equipment, kicked away the weapons they threw on the ground, and then tied them up with the veterans' belts.

Thinking of this, Mars turned to look at the middle-aged man with his limbs broken on the ground. The corners of his eyebrows reminded Mars of Governor Kim... You see, really rich people are not stingy about spreading their genes, and even

It will help these nameless children have enough power.

"I was too kind and didn't kill them all." At this point, Mars looked at Chun who was walking over, and she handed over her gun.

"You should need it, right?" Chun is still as gentle and considerate as before, and is the caring person who understands Mars best.

Mars took the gun and looked at the sky when he pulled the hammer.

A transport boat was being lowered. Looking at the military markings on it, Mars smiled.

Chun stood sideways next to Mars, and Nanbu Zhiqiu led people to stand on both sides of Mars.

The transport boat stopped in the open space, and a pair of high-heeled boots walked over the folded engine cover. Its owner stood in front of Mars wearing a windbreaker: "I am the military envoy, and I want to take away the murderer under your feet.

So that we can know who instigated him."

"Isn't it you?" Mars smiled, and with the scale in his left hand spread out, he looked at the female major in front of him and asked.

She wanted to say no, but she still nodded after failing in the confrontation.

The soldiers behind her started to raise their guns, but someone was faster than them. Bullets from all directions knocked the six soldiers who walked down to the ground.

The apprentices began to reload in silence. Mars pulled the woman's hair with one hand and looked at the driver who opened the cockpit cover. The latter was struggling, but the muzzle of the gun in his hand was gradually pointed at himself during the struggle.

"Why did Red Tiger come to the tower? I will ask your superiors personally. Now please watch your boyfriend die before you." After Mars finished speaking, he threw the woman to the floor and held the gun in his right hand.

Pointing at the dead remnant of Governor Kim's house, he pulled the trigger.

Two gunshots.

The former is the end of judgment, and the latter is the death of transgression.

In silence, Mars turned to look at the fifth grader walking over, and then handed him the gun.

This standard human took the gun in silence, and then put the muzzle of the gun to the back of his sister's head.

"My brothers are all dead. Say hello to them on my way down."
Chapter completed!