The defense power of the entire backyard can be described as a copper wall and iron wall. There are twelve snipers scattered on the roof of the warehouse and the annexes of the villa, including the entire backyard and the surrounding kilometer area in the firepower range. The courtyard covering an area of ​​thousands of square meters is a joint strike network composed of defense robots and machine gun booths.

It can be said without hesitation that this is a small military stronghold. Of course, in the eyes of Tang Fang, Aros and others, except for a few kidnappers, they are obviously military-born, and most of them are just half-baked civilian armed forces.

Obviously, the patrol personnel following the two defense robots did not think they were just a group of vegetables. As they walked from the west wall of the yard to the east wall, the holly bush in the central flower garden of the courtyard moved. A black man wearing a black T-shirt and barely exposed his strong biceps mouthed to his two companions beside him. The two nodded, walking towards the holly bush one left and one right.

"Sulhu." A light sound came from the holly clump, which was more than 1 meter high. Two guards lifted their rifles and approached forward with courage. On the other side, the roof of the warehouse and the four snipers on the opposite flower room were aimed at the holly clump at the same time.

As the target got closer and closer, the swaying of the leaves intensified. The two guards stood one meter away from the holly clump, then looked at each other, nodded, and then jumped up at the same time, and pounced on them together.

However, when the two of them were facing a great enemy, they used the m-505 saber in their hands to pick up the holly branches, but found that there was nothing in front of them, only a piece of yellow-green feces.

"Fuck." The one with the mole on the corner of the mouth cursed, put away the gun and pinched the communicator on his shoulders: "clear."

The four snipers on the roof let go and moved their eyes away from the scope. But at this moment, an accident happened. In the central flowerbed, a gray shadow flashed in the flowers that were overwhelmed by the two guards without even having time to react, and they were knocked to the ground by two creatures that looked like a hunting dog.

The guy with a mole on the corner of his mouth roared, and when he was about to raise the m-505 saber on his chest, a sharp and cold bone spur pierced through his right shoulder. The blood spilled over his face, and the heartache of broken bones suddenly submerged him.

The blood foam was spreading outside, and the white bones that stuck to the blue and red meridians and plasma made the scalp numb.

"Ah, ah..." He wailed loudly, stretching out his eyes that were covered in plasma. In the blood red, he finally saw clearly the terrifying creature that threw him down. This was such an ugly alien, sharp fangs, a jaw that was sticky and slimy, and the sharp triangle eyes that made people look cold all over his body.

"This... what the hell is this?" He endured the pain from the wound on his shoulder. He was about to ask for help, but suddenly heard an extremely shrill cry from not far away.

The man with a black mole subconsciously looked at the place where the cry came. A figure fell on the ground in the shade of flowers and plants, and above it was a terrifying creature exactly the same as his body.

"Puff." A bunch of blood flew up and hit the stems and leaves of the flowers and plants, pulling out long slurries.

"Hansea. It's Hansea." The black mole man was frightened. At the other end of his sight, his companion was fixed to the ground by his unusually thick and sharp front paws, and the horn-like teeth extending from his neck were spreading from top to bottom, directly opening his chest.

Blood gushed out like a spring, flowing along his belly, along his chest and abdomen, everywhere. The colorful internal organs were arched by the alien jaw, and then chewed and swallowed. Hanssa kept twitching, and the plasma was like a stream of insufficient pressure, gushing out from his throat pain, accompanied by the twitching of his body, flowing down the corner of his mouth.

It's so miserable, so miserable, the man with a black mole is almost broken. Where did this thing come from? Where did it come from!

As a shadow approached, he smelled a fishy smell, and then he felt a chill in his throat. The blood that shot out suddenly dyed the ugly face of the monster in front of him red.

"Gudu", the blood gushing from the neck flows backwards into the trachea along the throat, and the stress reaction in the respiratory tract squeezes out the blood, spraying out from the ruptured throat like a spring.

He wanted to shout and call for help, but when the words reached his throat, he only received a gust of blood.

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From the fact that two guards were knocked down by aliens to death, the whole process was only a few dozen seconds. The snipers on the roof were stunned because they could not tell the situation below.

When they heard the guard's howl and were about to shoot and kill the two gray shadows, suddenly, a light of gold and blue intertwined appeared in the corner of their eyes. Then, they felt their heads light, their eyes sway violently, and in the rapidly rotating vision, a wound on the neck of a headless body sprayed blood fountains upwards.

The bright red instantly dyed the clothes red, the wall red, and the gun body red.

Behind the headless corpse was an alien wearing golden battle armor. Little bits of blood were splattered on them and evaporated. There was also the lightsword in their hands, which were as green as the sea and as mist as fire. From a distance, it was instantly elegant, like a magnificent god.

However, this amazement lasted for only a moment and was surrounded by endless horror. The headless corpse that fell softly on the eaves and blood flowed along the walls like a waterfall was so familiar, it seemed to be itself, as if it was their bodies.

The vision was rotating, blue sky, white clouds, flowerbeds, stone roads, silver-shining walls, and blood, sticky and fishy blood. They wanted to wave their hands and twist their bodies. However, everything was in vain. The only response was the dull sound of heavy objects falling on the ground, "Boom!"

This scene was slow, but in fact it was just a moment. When the puppy threw the man with the mole and the Hanseatic, more than a dozen blood-flewed heads fell from the roof, like a ball, rolling far away, dyeing the floor blood red.

The toned black man was shocked. The faces of the guards next to him changed drastically. The hands holding guns were trembling violently, and the pale face was so pale that there was no trace of blood.

"Save...Help." A guard stepped back and growled uncontrollably.

More than a dozen bloody heads fell on the ground, and flesh and blood flew across the grass, like the Hell Shura Field. The miserable scene almost blew his courage.

"Pu" He staggered, and he fell to the ground, and then, a loud scream came from his ears. He suddenly turned around and saw an ugly and hideous beast head appearing in his field of vision. The sticky saliva flowed down the gap between the sharp dog teeth, and fell on his forehead drop by drop.

"Shoot...Shoot..." The black man finally came to his senses and shot rows of bullets at the aliens wearing golden armor on the roof. It was useless, everything was useless. Just like the blood, the bullets quickly melted on their bodies and turned into bursts of blue smoke, without a trace.

"What...what is going on?" He couldn't understand, no matter how. "This must be a dream, everything is fake, everything is fake." He fired wildly, and the bullets splashed ripples like water on the fanatic's plasma shield.

"Dong, dong..." After killing all the snipers on the roof, one fanatic after another jumped off the roof.

The black man was afraid, so he began to retreat, step by step. Now, he can only rely on the defense robot.

Around me, 2 will adjust the attack angle of the defense robot, lift the cannon, and load the bullet.

However, just as the cannon was rotating and the light rain sprinkled, a shadow flashed at the other end of his sight, and the golden-armored warrior suddenly disappeared. Then, a blue light shone from far to near, leaving a afterimage in the air, which instantly approached his side.

He saw a light, a blue light, filled with the blue light of the flames. It easily cuts through the chest, pierces the heart, and brings up a ball of red blood.

"Pu" The black man fell to the ground. The flash of the two-arm cannon of the defense robot illuminated his blood-stained face. Suddenly, a "silver wire" surrounded by lightning flashed by, and a "shaking" sound hit the robot's shoulder.

"Sirshe..." A strange sound came out, and the defense robot's upper body twitched a few times, lowered his body with a "buzz" and turned into a state of accident.

The consciousness gradually blurred. At the moment of his dying moment, he saw a blue flash of light passing by. Behind him, the machine gunners hiding in the cover screamed.

The battle in the backyard was one-sided. Under the attack of fanatics with the "charge" skill, these militants could not even fight back, and were harvested by the psionic blade. As for the six defense robots, they overloaded the internal circuits under the point shooting of Tang Fang, and turned into a bunch of steel garbage.

From the man who threw a puppy on the black mole to the fanatics who dealt with the machine gunner in the bunker, the whole process was less than a minute. By the time the militants in the warehouse reacted, the battle had ended outside. Of course, they didn't know this, because the surveillance system suddenly failed for some reason, and the picture was snow-white.

Wembley's face was as gloomy as water. He didn't know what was going on outside, but his companions' screams were filled with noises.

"McCarthy, Bruce, you go and watch the 'cargo', Ellis, go and call Kingsley and the others to get up. The others follow me, I want to see who is brave enough to come here to play wild." The naive Wembley believes that even if his companions outside are defeated, they can barely block the enemy's attack, because with defensive robots, ordinary guns are hard to effectively kill them. Unless they use heavy weapons such as rpg, high-explosive grenades, etc. that have armor-piercing and powerful shock effects. However, judging from the sparse gunfire outside, the enemy is not equipped with such weapons at all.

The entire warehouse is divided into three parts, close to the side door, and is used to see the prison area where the "goods" are enshrined, the rest room on the second floor, and the connecting corridor leading to the backyard computer room.

Wembley is very smart. He didn't walk through the front door, so he would become a living target. If he rushed out of the inconspicuous computer room, he would inevitably catch the enemy off guard. Mobile phone users please go to m.. to read.
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