Belly Trojan

Hansen froze in place, his mind was buzzing, and he didn't know how to deal with the huge amount of information.

He raised his head suddenly, facing the cold eyes of Yu Lian who was standing on a high place, watching his exquisite elite face contorted, and he gave orders to the people around him without hesitation; The guards with guns in the teaching uniform rushed towards the crowd, trying to push the crowd away.The guards yelled, "Get out of the way! It's none of your business, let's go over—"

Yet the seeds of doubt have been planted.The believers backed away hesitantly. The extremely close distance allowed people to see their faces clearly, and suddenly someone shouted: "...Wait, they are OMEGA...they are all OMEGA!!!"

The riot happened almost instantly.The contempt, antagonism and hatred that have been subtle for a long time have turned into real fear when faced with the muzzle after the truth has been torn apart.The crowd began to jostle violently.

Someone picked up the gun of the guard that had just fallen after being hit by Fan Shu, and suddenly fired the first shot at the guard's line; the gun emptied, but the sound echoed in the square, which intensified a certain Conflict; some guards couldn't help but shoot back, and the situation got out of hand.Tens of thousands of people frantically surged forward amidst the incantations of the repeated overlapping combinations of four letters. They rushed up the steps like a tide. Get up and fight each other for weapons.

This saved Wang Weiwei who was struggling under the siege. He stretched out his hand to grab a guard's wrist, pressed his whole body down, raised his knee and hit the man's chin hard, and pushed him aside; then he turned around and kicked Flying kicks, and then kicking the second person who came up next to him for several meters, finally freed up, and slammed the dislocated arm on, grinning in pain.After he knocked down the last two people, he was out of breath, his upper body was covered in blood, and votes were poured all over the ground.

Fortunately, no one came up again at last, and the chaotic scene below obviously made the problem of broadcasting less urgent; he just took a breath when he heard Ling Yanzhi's voice on the communication: "Quick! Play that hymn, "Song of Compassion"!" On the other side, Fan Shu was also shouting: "Old Wang, did you hear that? Make sure the communication station interferes, but put a line in, and I will give you a separate frequency code..."

He couldn't help taking a mouthful of blood foam, and rolled his eyes, "What should you do without me?"

The melodious and cleansing tune of the hymn resounded in the chaotic square.The straight and lengthy aria that sounds like a choice between ecstasy and drowsiness has actually no effect on cleaning the mind and purifying the soul at this time.People are turning a deaf ear to it.

However, a group of people seemed to have received some instructions, and suddenly rushed to the designated position on the square expressionlessly like a group of robots that had just been activated—the group of "Holy Sons", when they were not singing hymns, they watched It doesn't look like an angel, but like some kind of machine in standby. The turbulent crowd and dangerous situation are not in their cognition: but think about it, the oldest of them is probably only 5 years old, and they have never seen this group of people. What malice would erupt from their worshipers; they only knew that if they did not immediately take their places at the time of sympathy, they would suffer the punishment of the controlling priest.

They rushed out like well-trained dogs at the whistle, weaving between the legs and feet of the entangled and torn adults.People had to avoid them, and some even stepped on them accidentally.The scene became even more chaotic.Someone yelled, "Don't hit it! If you hurt the child..." Whose?

They suddenly realized in unison—these children, who were once priceless and rare goods, were no longer the property of the church; , so small... almost one arm can carry them away under the armpit.They don't even cry and struggle to call their mother like the children who are taken away in film and television dramas.

It is mine, this child is mine.

Who knows who started it, suddenly everyone's target is not guns, but children.After snatching a child, they rushed towards the huge arched door of the Holy Land, and everyone frantically stopped them, and a big battle to snatch the youngest child kicked off in an instant.The submissive crowd at the gunpoint just now seemed to be on stimulants. If there were relatives and friends who came together to form a group, they would have an obvious advantage. They would grab their weapons, protect the spoils they had snatched, and move in groups towards the exit.There was a bloody beating between more people, and the children felt the pain in their tearing, and suddenly turned on the switch and howled hoarsely, as sharp as the sound of a siren; The square overlooked by the Virgin almost immediately became a living hell.

Driven by extreme stimulation and environment, people can do anything; one moment they can prostrate themselves on the ground and be extremely devout, and the next moment they can show their true nature and murderous intent.Boys are valuable, but these days, girls are priceless.

Hansen and his team instantly fell into the vast ocean of the people's war.He didn't care about Ling Yanzhi for a while, but wanted to block other people for him. After the chaos, he turned around and looked under the holy statue, but there was no one there; Can you tell?

"Where are people?!" He yelled at the hunters below; all he got was "I don't care" and "I didn't see it!" replies, but some people complained sadly: "Boss, this mess is beyond clean up, we still protect ourselves , retreat first!"

And almost at the same time, with the sound of sirens like a hurricane coming from overhead, a group of helicopters suddenly appeared over the Holy Land. The wind pressure hovered together: "This is the Yuncheng Air Police Alliance, you are already surrounded! Disarm immediately! Surrender on the spot! Otherwise, you will be regarded as an accomplice of terrorists..."

The mob groaned, like being slapped out of the city by a big wave, and rushed towards the door like an ebb tide; leaving a mess on the beach.Dozens of corpses and nearly a hundred wounded who were trampled, shot, and beaten were dropped on the ground, sticking to the ground of the square like ants, writhing back and forth like trampled earthworms.

"Oops," the hunters tensed up. They never wanted to be confused with the government army at this time.Hansen's heart tightened, and he thought to himself: "It's coming so fast!" Some hunters under him raised their guns towards the helicopter, and the wolf head immediately pressed the gun body: "No!" He glanced at the man standing on the balcony again. Yu Lian, but the other party didn't look at him, but just looked up, unable to believe that his careful planning would draw water from a bamboo basket, biting his lower lip, his finger bones turned white, as if he was about to swallow those planes alive.Several people came up and pulled him in turn, as if to persuade him to retreat.

Hansen subconsciously took two steps forward, and in this gap of distraction, bullets almost grazed his ear, causing a burning pain on the outer edge of the skin, and half of his vision suddenly turned red; followed by a string of bullets It hit him in rows and splashed in front of his feet.He reflexively returned two shots in a hurry. Looking forward, Fan Shu was holding an M40A5 as a submachine gun, and rushed over regardless. The two people's eyes met, and Hansen could see the pair of pupils. The fire burning in the dark was as bright as a beast; it was just a revolver in his hand, and they didn't bring big guns for the convenience of pretending. This time, there was a gap in firepower, and it was more of a psychological disadvantage. : That man seemed to be dying, he let go of his ferociousness, his brows were all ruthless and ferocious, and one couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.He swung out the empty gun like a poker stick, and immediately smashed a bloody hole in the head of the nearest person.A group of people were startled and retreated, and Hansen hurriedly ordered to the hunters: "Retreat!"

The hunters got the order, quickly dropped the ceremonial guards and robes of the holy baby, mixed with the crowd, and retreated along the path of worship.

Fan Shu didn't chase after him either, but threw the gun away, jumped into the pool and shouted: "Yanzhi!" He wandered around looking for the figure of the other party.Suddenly, as if he had received some kind of inspiration, he walked with difficulty through layers of drip platforms, stepped on the slippery moss growing at the bottom of the pool, staggered step by step against the countercurrent of the water spout, and moved towards the center, sinking in the water. Ling Yanzhi and the girl at the bottom picked it up.The water was only half a person deep, but because 011 was hugged too tightly just now and the situation was too urgent, Ling Yanzhi stumbled and slipped into the water. There was a thick layer of green moss at the bottom, and he couldn't use his strength at all, so he was temporarily deprived of oxygen. , unable to struggle.Then a gun battle broke out again, bullets were flying above them, and there were many people looking for them, so he had to cover the girl's mouth and nose, not daring to show his face.

With difficulty, Fan Shu lifted the two of them out of the water, quickly carried the girl on his knees, lowered his head, pulled out his tongue, and slapped his back hard, and the water came out; she didn't choke deeply, Now that I knew it was uncomfortable, I finally started to cry.Fan Shu hurriedly went to check on Ling Yanzhi again. His drowning was much more serious. He obviously tried his best to protect the girl unconsciously and lifted her mouth and nose out of the water, but he sank in it and couldn't get out. Fan Shu knocked hard to control the water, then turned flat on the ground, tilted his head back, folded his hands and pressed hard under the sternum, then pinched his nose, opened his jaw to perform artificial respiration, and then stood up and pressed again.He couldn't hear other voices, couldn't see anything else, his cranial cavity was filled with his own shouts: "Yanzhi!! Wake up!"

Yu Lian threw away the people who were pulling him, grabbed a gun from his subordinates, and aimed at the center of the square through the front sight.Ling Yanzhi's pale face was covered with water stains, lying there like a doll. Fan Shu gritted his teeth, not daring to let go of his strength. He didn't know how many times he went back and forth between chest compressions and artificial respiration. He put air into his mouth for the first time; he didn't care when the shot hit the wall of the pool beside him, sending sparks flying.

"Cough cough cough!!...cough cough! cough cough cough..."

Ling Yanzhi's throat twitched and convulsed, "holy water" spewed out mixed with blood foam, his face could no longer tell which was water and which was sweat, he panted and tried to stand up, but his arms didn't work, he could only tilt to one side, From the lung cavity to the palate was numb, and the acid was constantly retching in the stomach, as if it was going to be stirred into pieces together with the internal organs and then poured out.

"Fuck," Fan Shu said hastily, as if he was the one who was drowning and dying, "you're awake!" He took a breath, but fell back limply, as if all his strength had been exhausted, Ling Yan's chest Ups and downs, I really want to tell him that you almost broke my ribs, but I can't say it: my whole body is shivering with cold, only the part of my heart is hot and hot, even the pain is scorching.He struggled to get up, raised his eyes, and was facing Yu Lian who was looking down at him from above. His eyes were cold, his arms were stretched into a line, and the top of the gun was connected to the black muzzle.

There is a kind of emotion that is stretched slender by the space across the square, like the fluttering hair flying when the wind blows back, flowing silently in the eyes of the two.

It wasn't until the loud sound of the falling helicopter's rotating propeller that it cut off the view, that the taut string finally snapped, and Ling Yanzhi's whole figure fell forward like a kite that had lost its string.Fan Shu braced himself up, hugged him, put him on his shoulder, and hugged the child with the other hand; the helicopter opened the hatch before it stopped, and the person inside shouted at Fan Shu: "Brother Shu! Hurry up!" Then he stretched out a hand, took Ling Yanzhi who was on the verge of exhaustion from Fan Shu, and pulled him into the cabin first.That wrist was very strong, Ling Yanzhi almost felt that his arm was about to be torn off by his strong force, and the whole person was almost lifted into the seat and fell into the seat. The pain seemed to be delayed for a long time. All of a sudden, I heard the other party urging the driver: "Hurry up, hurry up, don't stop, just pull up!!!"

He looked forward dimly, and someone was fastening his seat belt with one hand and smashing the earphones on his head.That face is so familiar——

"...fuck." He remembered this face, after all, he had been beaten up by this man before; it was just that Ling Yanzhi probably attributed the punch to the punishment he deserved, so he didn't pay much attention to this idiot.He was just a bastard who didn't know the heights of the sky and the earth, and when he made a mistake, he threw himself into the soil and pretended to be an ostrich.

Wu Shan nervously closed the cabin door and shouted to Fan Shu, "Brother Shu! Are you alright?"

Panting for breath, Wang Weiwei stabbed himself on the bleeding wound while looking out through the porthole. "*, Fan Shu, you also arranged an ambush? This move is ruthless enough. It's like a heavenly soldier. Go down and catch all these scumbags. Don't let them go. Is there someone blocking them? He Damn that OMEGA can't run anymore..." But his vision gradually became clearer, his eyes gradually widened, and he looked at the kawaii icon painted on the fuselage near the green doll winking at him, which definitely did not belong to any police force: " I mean, wait a minute, what are these helicopters?"

Wu Shan smiled embarrassingly: "It's rented, and a friend...helped out in the name of public welfare."

Wang Weiwei almost jumped up: "??? Huh???" He looked around in a panic, and finally made sure that he didn't see Wu Shan's partner.Logically speaking, they must have a basic configuration of two people and a small team for such a mission.Wang Weiwei's face couldn't help changing color and color: "What are you doing? Playing empty city tricks?" He thought carefully, the helicopter team came too fast, and from the beginning to the end, it seemed that no shot was fired.

Wu Shan spoke a few words on the walkie-talkie.The helicopters flew behind them, suddenly formed a cross, and then circled in unison, drawing out colorful smoke, blurring the sight of holy places, churches, huge statues of Mary and the crowd of ants. "Celebrate the project," Wu Shan was a little proud, showing his youthful display, like a dog wagging its tail desperately, "It's a pilgrimage day, there must be something to add to the fun."

Fan Shu was lying on the back row unable to move, the girl was pressing on his chest, he had to put his hands over her ears, fastened with a safety belt to prevent her from slipping down; In the noisy environment, she fell asleep all of a sudden, snoring out of tune from her pouting mouth, and hiccupping non-stop.

"Brother Shu, I didn't make a report when I came out. Director Li can't approve this matter. We have to throw the plane on the next hill. You know, there are dark thunders near Laiyang Village. Then, we don't have enough people. Now We have to cross the border illegally... Do you have a safe channel?" He stammered, as if a student was reporting the results, and he seemed to be very afraid of being reprimanded for doing something wrong, "Sorry, I am alone Humans can only do so much—”

Wang Weiwei was furious: "Can we not lose Maicheng just after singing the empty city plan? Doesn't the master have any contacts here?"

Fan Shu smiled: "Didn't you do it?" He tried his best to lift his heavy hand, which seemed to be filled with lead, and stretched his body hard enough, and patted the young junior on the back hard.

That kid, that bastard who was timid, cowardly, ran away after making a mistake, and went to war with OMEGA because he wanted to shirk his responsibility, he was imprisoned for three months after beating Ling Yanzhi, and he was transferred from the field post; and now, Once again, he came to the place he thought he would never want to return to, with a plea, a rescue helicopter, and a contact signal.

Fan Shu took three shots for him and lay in the intensive care unit for a month; but he did not blame him, even after being ordered to suspend for review, the two of them still kept in touch, and many important information were transferred. Both the channel and the middleman are in Wu Shan's hands. It can be said that he is still one of Fan Shu's most trusted people.But what he wanted was more than just trust; he waited in trepidation, even perseveringly, for Fan Shu to scold him and go hysterical, accusing him of obvious and stupid mistakes, just like the inspections It was the same as when the countless elites he faced at the reflection meeting gave him a frame-by-frame analysis; even if it was just shaking his face and being left out in the cold, he would feel better.

But now, the master who led him with one hand finally told him, you did it.

Wu Shan couldn't help but took off the earphones abruptly, raised his face vigorously, and let out a sharp sob amidst the huge roar of the engine.