"Huh, Huh, Huh, Huh, swish..." The cross Viking fighter planes climbed up for a distance, and the flames at the tail thruster became strong, piercing the sky like an arrow leaving the string, chasing the medical transport plane.

On the ground, five siege tanks were in front of them, clearing a path to the street. At this time, the evil fire chariot carrying Tang Fang and Aros rushed out of the underground parking lot, and drifted gorgeously in the square in front of the hospital, rolling through countless gravel and iron filings and flesh and blood limbs along the way, and following the five siege tanks and galloping northward.

When the last strange color disappeared at the corner of the northern street, several special police officers walked out of the side door of the hospitalization department. At this time, the helmets on their heads had been taken off, and they looked at the evil fire chariots away in a daze. Then they looked at the messy neighborhood of the hospital, and threw the gun to the ground with a "bang".

In order to hunt down the so-called five thugs, the Roland District Police Station dispatched a total of more than 200 detachments, riot police, and special police officers. The outcome will be obvious.

However, reality slapped them hard, and the slap was almost buried in the entire police station. The director died, and the elites of each team also died. The larger riot armored vehicles turned into ragged iron buckets, the smaller patrol vehicles turned into paving boards, and the police helicopters lay all over the floor.

What is the result of such losses and such a price? Not to mention arresting people, I didn’t even see the shadow of others.

Two special police officers fell to the ground with a "bang" sound, their faces as ugly as a piece of white paper, muttering to themselves: "Tanks, fighter jets...who are they?"

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Before the action, Ailda informed the transportation department to implement travel controls on the neighborhood where the hospital is located and evacuated the surrounding people. According to ordinary circumstances, in order to round up only five thugs and clear out a whole street, it was considered to be worthy of them. However, the development of the incident obviously exceeded his expectations.

On the street about a thousand meters north, the traffic police who were originally responsible for maintaining order had fled without a trace. The civilians hid in the house, closed the door, and looked out through the gaps in the windows. Only some unknown vehicles were still speeding in the middle of the street.

However, when the drivers saw the tank formation rolling like a torrent of steel on the other side of the street, they stared at each other, and several office workers who were gnawing breakfast in the carriage almost bit their tongues.

What a joke? The main battle tank is coming on the street. What are the guys in the military thinking? Most people can't figure out what's going on.

Surprise and shock lasted only a few seconds. When they saw the giants crushing several police cars straddling the streets into a sandwich discus, the expression on their faces changed from surprise to scattered.

Some drivers were desperately reversing, others wanted to turn around, and some were frightened in place. The street was in chaos, and passengers pushed open the car door and turned around and ran away. After hesitating for a while, the drivers gritted their teeth and stomped their feet, and also chose to abandon the car and run away.

"Gazhizhizhi..." The tracks of the siege tank rolled across the road, making waves of metal sounds.

"Bang, bang, squeak, squeak..." Some cars parked in the middle of the road were in great danger. The siege tanks were like silver rhinoceros rushing around, hitting the ground, and some were even rolled into balls of discus.

The Gemini Cannon was spinning back and forth, and the dark cannon barrel flashed with a heart-wrenching cold light.

The civilians on both sides of the street hid in the houses, and some were trembling with fear, fighting with their upper and lower teeth, and some rushed into the bed, bottom of the cabinet, covering their heads with quilts.

There were only a few crazy military fans, who were pale while frightened, but couldn't help but use the photography equipment in their hands to record this exciting scene.

"Who knows what's going on? My car...my car...ah!" a bald driver hiding in a roadside fast food restaurant shouted in pain.

He was extremely anxious and kept rubbing the cross pendant on his chest and whispered: "This is all caused by those guys in the Roland District Police Station..."

"Ah?" The driver was stunned: "What do you mean? The police caused trouble? You... Are you saying that the tanks that were rushing around like bulls on the street are challenging the government? How is this possible?" The driver was confused. In his consciousness, the guy who dared to be an enemy of the government would have only one ended up dead!

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

"Holly, touch the other! How is this possible?" The driver grabbed his bare forehead with great force: "Is it the people who killed the officials of the Civil Affairs Department a few days ago?"

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

"Then these guys are too brave, aren't you afraid of attracting troops from the capital in the west?" The driver was puzzled. Over the years, Rector has been safe and sound, and there has never been a so-called Garcia rebel army. If they were really, would they expose their strength? Those people are not fools, and they don't understand the principle of keeping a low profile?

"Look, it's a military fighter." Suddenly, a half-old man who seemed to be a clerk at the door exclaimed.

The driver turned his body and saw three "Swordsman"-class fighter jets roaring from the northwest. The bullet cabin below had been opened, and the scarlet line of the "Sthorn" missile could be vaguely identified.

"He...what are they going to do? Drop bombs in the city?" The driver was shocked and couldn't help but roar.

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

The "Sthorn" is a heavy anti-armor missile, with extremely powerful explosions. Once it explodes on the street, the buildings next to it will also be affected.

"Hurry, hide under the table."

Hearing the reminder of the middle-aged man, the driver was about to squat down and arched to the bottom of the table. Suddenly, a row of silver gray suddenly flashed out of the sky, with sharp and sharp sonic booms, like silver snakes passing through the clouds on a thunderstorm. In the blink of an eye, the three "Swordsman"-class fighter jets in front were approaching. Before they could react, the dancing missiles left a row of white smoke tracks in the air, hitting the fuselage of the three "Swordsman" one after another.

Three fireballs burst out from the air, like magnificent festival fireworks.

The driver did not move, staring at the dense rain of fire falling from the sky, muttering to himself: "I... I was wrong. These people are not greedy for merit and do not take the government troops seriously at all."

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

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Chapter completed!