Chapter 260 Breaking Through the Blockade (3)

"Hoo, hoo, whoosh, whoosh..." The ten Viking fighter planes climbed up for a certain distance, and the flames of the tail propellers burst into flames, piercing the sky like arrows leaving the string, and chasing the medical transport plane.

On the ground, 5 siege tanks were in front, clearing the street out of a passage. At this moment, the Hellfire Chariot carrying Tang Fang and Aros rushed out of the underground parking lot and flung a magnificent drift in the square in front of the hospital. , Rolling over countless gravel and iron filings, flesh and blood stumps all the way, followed closely behind five siege tanks and galloped northward.

When the last trace of strangeness disappeared at the corner of the northern street, several special police officers came out one by one from the side door of the inpatient department. At this time, the helmets on their heads had been taken off, and they looked blankly at the fiery chariot in the distance, and then looked at the messy neighborhood at the main entrance of the hospital, and dropped the gun on the ground with a "slap".

In order to hunt down the so-called five thugs, the Roland District Police Department dispatched a total of more than 200 detachments, riot police, and special police. 200vs5, what the ending will be is obvious.

However, reality gave them a slap in the face, and this slap almost buried the entire police station. The director died, and the elites of each team also died in sevens and eights. The larger anti-riot armored vehicles were turned into tattered metal barrels, and the smaller patrol cars were directly turned into paving slabs, and those police helicopters lay in a mess. one place.

Such a loss, such a price, what did you get in exchange for it? Not to mention arresting people, I didn't even see their shadow.

The two special police members fell to the ground with a "boom", their faces were as ugly as a piece of white paper, and they muttered to themselves: "Tanks, fighters... who are they?"

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Before the action, Etilda had notified the transportation department to impose travel restrictions on the block where the hospital is located and evacuate the surrounding people. According to ordinary circumstances, in order to round up only 5 thugs and clear an entire street, it is already very worthy of them. However, the development of the incident clearly exceeded his expectations.

On the street about a kilometer to the north, the traffic police who were originally in charge of maintaining order had fled without a trace. The civilians hid in their houses one after another, closed the doors, and peeked out through the gaps in the windows. The vehicles in the street are still speeding in the middle of the street.

However, when the drivers saw the tanks rolling towards the other side of the street like a torrent of steel, they all stared blankly, and some office workers who were eating breakfast in the carriages almost didn't bite off their tongues .

What are you kidding, main battle tanks are driving on the street, what are those guys in the military thinking about? Most people have no idea what's going on.

The surprise and shock only lasted for a few seconds. When they saw those huge monsters crushing several police cars across the street into a sandwich discus, the expressions on their faces changed from surprise to dismay.

Some drivers backed up desperately, others wanted to turn around, and some just stood there in shock. The street was in chaos. Passengers opened the doors and turned around to run. After hesitating for a while, the drivers gritted their teeth and stomped their feet, and also chose to abandon the car and flee for their lives.

"Gazhizhi..." The tracks of the siege tank rolled over the road, making metallic muffled noises.

"Boom, boom, creak, creak..." Some cars parked in the middle of the road were unlucky, and the siege tank was like a rampaging silver rhinoceros. discus.

The twin cannons spun back and forth, and the dark barrels shone with a chilling light.

The civilians on both sides of the street hid in the house, some trembling with fright, fighting with their jaws up and down, some threw themselves under the bed, under the cabinet, and covered their heads tightly with quilts.

Only a few crazy military fans, with pale faces, couldn't help but use the camera equipment in their hands to record this exciting scene.

"Who knows what's going on? My car... my car... oh!" a bald-haired driver who hid in a roadside fast food restaurant cried out in grief.

Feeling extremely anxious, a middle-aged man who kept rubbing the cross pendant on his chest whispered, "This is all the fault of those guys from the Roland Police Station..."

"Ah?" The driver was a little dumbfounded: "What do you mean? The police are in trouble? You... You mean the tanks rampaging like bulls on the street are challenging the government? How is this possible?" In his mind, there is only one end for those who dare to be enemies of the government --- die!

"When these tanks pass by, you can go to the street to the south to have a look. As far as I know, the police station has dispatched more than half of its troops, but so far, no one has escaped."

",! How is this possible?" The driver scratched his bald forehead vigorously: "Could it be those who killed the officials of the Civil Affairs Department a few days ago?"

"Maybe..." the middle-aged man hesitated.

"Then these guys are too courageous, aren't they afraid of attracting the capital garrison in the west?" The driver was puzzled. For so many years, Rector has been safe and sound, and the so-called Garcia rebels have never appeared. If they were really them, would they rashly expose their strength? Those people are not fools, don't you understand the principle of keeping a low profile?

"Look, it's a military fighter plane." Suddenly, a middle-aged man who looked like a clerk at the door let out an exclamation.

The driver turned his body, and through the glass window at the door, he saw three "Swordsman" fighter planes roaring from the northwest. The magazine loading bay below has been opened, and the scarlet line of the "Stinger" missile can be vaguely discerned.

"He... what are they going to do? Drop bombs in the city?" The driver turned pale with fright and couldn't help roaring.

The expressions of other people who took refuge in the fast food restaurant also changed drastically. The 56-year-old old shopkeeper got under the counter and prayed loudly for God's blessing.

The "Stinger" is a heavy anti-armor missile, and its explosion power is extremely powerful. Once it explodes on the street, nearby buildings will also be affected.

"Hurry up and hide under the table."

Hearing the reminder from the middle-aged man, the driver was about to squat down and lean towards the bottom of the table. Suddenly, a row of silver gray flashed abruptly in the sky, with a sharp and ear-piercing sonic boom, like silver snakes traveling through the clouds in a thunderstorm, approaching the three "Swordsman" fighters ahead in the blink of an eye. Before they could react in time, the flying missiles left a row of white smoke trails in the air, hitting the fuselages of the three "Swordsmen" one after another.

Three balls of fire exploded in the air, like magnificent festive fireworks.

The driver didn't move. He stared blankly at the dense rain of fire falling from the sky, and muttered to himself: "I...I was wrong. These people are not greedy for success, but they don't pay attention to the government army at all."

When the three "swordsmen" died, the front tank stopped, and a young man in his 30s quickly ran out of a dark alley opposite, jumped onto the tank, opened the cabin and entered. The tanks then continued to advance north.

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