Chapter 242: Civil Affairs Office Tragedy

At the same time, on Bugatti Avenue, in the northern district where the Civil Affairs Office is located, a sudden riot swept through most 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 road are congested and huddled together. There was chaos in stock exchanges, banks, restaurants, shopping centers and other facilities, and people who didn't know the situation swarmed all the way to the door.

Different from other places, 15 uninvited guests were ushered in on the long steps of the civil affairs hall. They were wearing heavy power armor and holding a special type of rifle in their hands. , the stone steps were trampled to pieces, and countless gravels rolled down the long steps, "crackling" everywhere.

Others are running out, but they are running in.

The first person to spot them was a foreign tourist in a taxi on the highway. He looked at the noisy neighborhood, the chaotic traffic lights, and those thick figures going away, and muttered in astonishment: "This is an emergency Rehearsal? It's unlucky that it happened at such a time?"

The middle-aged driver with a sexy mustache looked back at him: "Drill? What drill? Why didn't I receive the notification?"

"Even the army has been dispatched, what is it if it's not a drill?" The tourist pointed to the Civil Affairs Hall opposite.

The driver turned his head to look, and his eyes widened instantly: "What a huge formation..."

The tourist nodded approvingly, picked up the video camera and snapped shots, and shouted excitedly: "These are the latest power armors from the military, right? Earth Knights?"

The driver gave him a blank look: "Dude, you don't usually visit military forums, do you?"

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

At the same time, the guards at the entrance of the civil affairs hall also noticed the abnormality on the long steps. Fifteen heavily armed soldiers lined up and approached quickly in an arc.

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

"Wh... who is it? Which unit?" The two guards didn't think any danger would happen. One must know that this is the capital of Rector, the hinterland of the Monya Empire, who would dare to mess around here?

Perhaps, this is a new type of power armor produced by an armament research institute of the military. The reason why they appear in urban areas may be to test a certain performance of them.

One of the two guards is a serious military fan,

Seeing those machine gunners and looters, he almost danced with joy: "Ha, new type of power armor, new type of weapon, the end of those bastards of the Charles Federation is here."

True, the end has come for some, but not the Charles Commonwealth bastard he said.

"Da da da..." The gunshot rang out.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..." The flying silver threads intertwined into a rain of bullets in the air.

The army fan guards only heard a burst of "puff puff" thoughts. From the corner of their eyes, the companion on the left seemed to be a target in a bar, with countless silver threads passing through his chest. He happily took a puff of blood and sprinkled it on the ground, covering the majestic white stone pillar at the entrance of the civil affairs hall, and of course, including his astonished face.

"Enemy...enemy attack." He roared, just about to raise his gun to meet him, suddenly. There was a chill in his chest, and gusts of chilly wind poured into his chest.

He lowered his head subconsciously, his chest was like a shower full of needle holes, spewing out bloody arrows.

The companion's body fell to the smooth marble floor with a "boom".

The army fan guard took a small step back. A feeling of coldness and weakness swept through his body.

"Whoosh" a silver light passed by, and only heard a "click", the silver light directly penetrated his forehead. Three seconds later, with a muffled "dong", he followed in the footsteps of his companions.

The 15 human soldiers rushed over the long steps like a tide. Stepping on the blood flowing vertically and horizontally from the two guards, they directly smashed through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the civil affairs hall, and rushed into the front hall.

From the machine gunners shooting to the two guards falling to the ground, the whole process took only a short ten seconds. The staff at the front desk of the Civil Affairs Office hadn't figured out what happened before they ushered in the light of doom.

Silver threads intertwine, and a staff member at the service window just stood up and wanted to run, but the glass window, which was said to be resistant to rifle fire, was shot through by a metal nail, and then nailed into his chest, bursting his heart.

Next to her was a pretty young girl with a protruding figure and two 36d balls screaming, stood up and was about to run, "Duo." A metal nail pierced through the glass and exploded. her head.

The girl fell down with her eyes open in anger, her upper body hit the armrest of the seat, her head fell downwards, her lower body pouted, her beautiful legs in a short black silk skirt lifted up, her upturned buttocks turned upwards, and her head hit the ground.

Normally, this would undoubtedly be a very tempting scene. However, at this moment, the bright red plasma dripped down from the forehead, along the long hair, and fell drop by drop on the silver-white floor, converging into a ball of scarlet.

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

He is calmer than most of the staff. One is that he is old and well-informed, and the other is that he knows that screaming and moving around in such a situation is more likely to attract the attention of the other party, so he will be shot.

Walk quietly and slowly, as long as you don't attract attention, get to the back door, and then you can escape. At his age, there has long been no passion with his wife. But fortunately, the civil affairs department has a lot of oil and water, and he is also the team leader. He has money, power and status. 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 sexuality and ability are still passable. However, it's a pity that the beautiful girl next door died. You must know that she just took her down and hit home plate a few days ago, and I haven't had enough fun yet.

As he thought about it, he moved his steps. The back door was in front of him, less than five meters away. The team leader smiled. However, the next scene profoundly interpreted the meaning of the phrase "extreme joy begets sorrow".

A judge grenade exploded on the glass window behind him, and the strong shock wave pushed the sharp glass shards forward, like a dense rain of light, and the glass shards containing violent kinetic energy blasted out one by one on his body. A blood hole, a palm-sized fragment passed across his neck, and the main artery was broken in two. 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 several hundred meters squared was like a battlefield. The shells of the looters, the strafing of the machine gunners, and the glass windows exploded in pieces.

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

On the other side, two young couples who came to go through the marriage formalities covered their ears and hugged each other. Their bodies shivered slightly and huddled in a corner. Every time a Judge grenade exploded, the woman would tremble violently. At this time, the man would always hug her tightly and pat her on the back lightly out of habit.

They don't know when death will come, let alone when and how those silver threads that kill people like mowing grass will shoot through their bodies. However, until the gunfire subsided, the gunfire stopped, and the dull footsteps went away, they could still clearly hear the heartbeat from their chests.

The man summoned up his courage and slowly raised his head. There were only two soldiers left in front of the dilapidated counter. The smaller one lifted a fat middle-aged woman from under the counter, like throwing garbage, "Boom" He dropped it on the ground full of gravel and glass shards.

At this time, the fat woman was already frightened, her face was as white as if she had putty on it, and when she was exercising, her lower body smelled like urine, and there was also a bit of feces.

"I beg you... please... I... I don't want to die, for my... my 12-year-old child's sake, let... let me go."

"Listen to the roar from hell, they told me, you...damn it!" From the start of the killing to the end of the curtain, there was no communication, and the soldier who hadn't spoken a word spoke.

Under the astonished gaze of the man, the big man raised the grenade launcher in his hand.

"Boom." Flesh and blood splattered, and pieces of internal organs mixed with stinky smell scattered all over the place.

A few drops of blood splashed on the man's cheeks, which made him close his eyes suddenly. After a while, when he heard the sound of footsteps going away, he opened his eyes, and a figure flashed at the back door behind the counter, and the two soldiers disappeared from sight. .

"Yuna, we're not dead, we're still alive...or... maybe those people aren't bad people..."

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At the same time, the street facing the civil affairs hall was already in chaos, and almost all the people nearby heard gunshots, screams, and explosions. The dilapidated long steps, the shattered floor-to-ceiling windows, the guards lying in a pool of blood, the devastated hall... All of these show one thing, the Civil Affairs Hall is under attack.

Most citizens chose to stand on the sidelines, while a small number of bold people applauded. Only a few people who were more or less related to the staff of the Civil Affairs Department picked up their mobile phones and called the police. However, they soon discovered that the communication network was paralyzed, not to mention the phone, and even a text message could not be sent.

A minute later, when more and more people were gathering on the street opposite the Civil Affairs Hall, there was a burst of "crash, clatter..." and four holes were punched in the glass curtain wall on the tenth floor of the Civil Affairs Hall. Then, four groups of black things were thrown out.

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

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

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