Apocalypse Cockroach

A total of three supernova bombs were fired in the desperate roar of the pilot, two under the feet of a wildly jumping zombie and one towards Christina's turon, leaving several constellations without any comfort, except for the fast-paced Dream Star, where the other constellations were within the range of the supernova explosion, and three blooming semi-circular spheres of light would shade The dark earth under the clouds lit up, the shadow of the zombie jumping high did not wait to fall, and was caught in the rapidly spreading light. The 30-metre long dragon, though fast, flew on the ground like a flying fish, was no faster than the speed of the light. In the light, a layer of skin crumbled off, even Christina's insane extraction of underground soil could not build a wall of earth Coverage in millimeters.

The supernova bomb even suffered the suffering of the 10,000 strong and the laundry moon on that day, not to mention the removal of all buildings and steel within the scope of the bomb, that layer of earth wall was turned into stone wall, the more than 30 meters long dragon instantly lost more than 20 meters of length, the remaining 10 meters less than 6 meters wide volumes rapidly collapsed into circles and hardened into stone balls, at this time, Zhang Xiaoqiang hugged the little Laurie gray head dirt face fell out of the earth to the opposite side, then the light spread and was blocked by the big stone ball.

The massive rock ball broke in a layer in the light, like a sand dune blown apart by a wind after three or five seconds, scattered a pile of debris, Zhang Xiaoqiang and Little Laurie took the opportunity to disappear into the pit behind the rock ball, the scattered rocks disappeared in the glow, the ground presented a circular large hole like a meteorite pit, several meters deep, hidden in a large pit up to a kilometer in diameter, the foundations and steel deep underground had smooth cuts like laser cuts, nothing else existed, the cleanest and neater to describe the scene after the explosion of the supernova bomb was most appropriate.

On the edge of the explosion, the dream star sat on the ground looking as white as a dead person, centered on her, a convex spot appeared in the big pit after the explosion, obviously she did not completely escape the scope of the explosion, what could survive was that she used an unknown ability to form a black hole, absorbing the flushing light clean, even if the shock wave of the explosion had weakened countless times due to distance, at an unprecedented price, whether from her face or from her weak touch.

As for the fortifications carefully constructed by Tire and Isaac Sticker, only the ground still had residue after the steel had melted, the two men had come together implicitly, and the practice of building a fortress together with the power of the two men had received an odd effect. One layer of ice wall, one layer of iron and steel had built a defense against large-calibre guns. Although part of the ground had been destroyed, they held the ground, leaving an area of about two metres in the middle of a huge recess, and it could be seen that they would be no big deal.

Hardman, a greedy, fearful coward, made the most correct choice. He rushed into Christina's great pit to extract the dragon, accidentally entering the underground base of the new era. At least one of several passageways that appeared in the great pit could find his final place to hide, while Christina, who was running for her life, was * * away. Zhang Xiaoqiang showed that with her dragon, he jumped out of the rock ball at a critical moment to block the shock wave of the explosion. At least the ground after the rock planet was not scratched off as elsewhere. As for Christina herself, he would not care.

As for the corpse, which should be the worst, this disgusting corpse, as high as 89 meters as a kangaroo, was fatally struck in the supernova bomb's superimposed explosion, two thirds of its body was evaporated, only the middle piece of body fell on the ground like rotten flesh, the shark hunting helicopter in the sky was still not controlled by the pilot, roaming like a bird in the sky, only the pilot shouted with a crying voice: “Not me, not me, I have no supernova authorization code, I can't open the supernova's weapon port... ”

No one responded to the pilot's argument. After the explosion, the scene frightened everyone. What was even more frightening was that the standard configuration of the shark hunting helicopter was two supernovas. Only one of the helicopters had just been fired, and the rest was still in the launch port. At that point, the body of the zombie suddenly moved, or blew up, and only the body of the small belly suddenly burst into countless pieces. Three black tracks like monkeys burst into scattered carcasses running in three directions. At the moment when the carcasses appeared, the three supernovas were activated like snakes in the hunt, but those black shadows were too fast, faster than the most astute evolutionists, and the blinking eyes rushed over a thousand meters away, almost every 200 seconds.

The supernova did not have an automatic navigation system, and the three supernova bombs chased the distance of five or six hundred meters and blew up successively on the ground. This time, the three semi-circular masks stacked into a slow dispersion, although the speed of the shockwave was even more violent, for those zombies it was still a lot slower, one of the three zombies had rushed into the valley, and the two outside and the two left and right had hit the mountain walls on both sides separately. That's the difference, causing two zombies climbing the mountain walls to fall into wild shock waves, explosion fluctuations caused the valley to shake, large chunks of rock fell off the mountain walls without knowing how many years of frost and snow, a layer of mountain walls crumbled in the light, countless dust covered the entire valley, while three helicopters chased neatly toward the valley entrance It's over.

Without waiting for the helicopter to reach the valley, the commanders of the new era finally reacted. A surface-to-air missile launcher and a near-range laser defense system rose from the hilltops on both sides. The next moment, dozens of surface-to-air missiles and more than a dozen brilliant lasers covered three shark hunting helicopters. In the desperate cry of the pilot, three newest shark hunting helicopters exploded into three giant fireballs, scattered debris fell to the ground and ignited a fire, raising a black smoke to end this unknown attack.

The ground research institute has essentially been destroyed, but the fighting has not ended. Remnants of elite soldiers and blood fighters are attacking half-pupple warriors in the warehouse, driven by officers. Gunshots and moans are hidden. The full spectacle of the post-supernova explosion tragedy is in front of the public. No one cares, and no one is willing to search for those who do not know the dead or alive. The entire research institute is within its reach. Nothing can be done except to launch anti-aircraft missiles and lasers to destroy their own helicopters. At this time, all helicopters hovering in the sky will land continuously. Only some light reconnaissance aircraft will remain in the sky. No one knows whether the remaining shark hunting will be controlled, at least until the supernova bomb is released. The new era will not lift any shark hunting again.

Just as the survivors of the Institute were cluttered and busy, a disarmed eagle airship flew over the Institute and landed on the ground flat after the supernova explosion, Regel first jumped out of the ship. When his shiny, high-end leather shoes stepped on the ground smooth as glass, he felt the heat coming from the ground burned the soles of his feet, but he ignored these and walked towards the base commander who was welcoming him, a knight who had never acted in the mixed wars.

The Assad knight was originally a Mitsuyeh officer in his headquarters, not much in his headquarters, but Australia already had the right to lead a unicorps. The man who graduated from the art department of the University of Berlin did not have the talent to direct, as you all know, but he had a beautiful sister, a beauty with a noble temperament and a gorgeous face, Kruger had a strong desire to possess everything beautiful, so Assad's sister also became Kruger's forbidden, except that his sister was quite smart and knew how to maintain Kruger's love and freshness, and his understanding of art also gave Kruger a glance, and became the head of the lab by virtue of a skirt relationship.

Assad in his early thirties had an unrealistic exaggeration, which was not liked by the strict Germans, but he had a good grasp of his heart, a better understanding of conspiracy and politics than those traditional Germans with a strong brain, so his greatest strength was to coordinate relationships and firmly grasp power, but did he have the corresponding professional skills and talents, and if nothing happened, at least he could stay the way he was, but if something happened, it would be the residue at hand.

Assad nodded proudly after seeing Regel, sort of saying hello, he knew Regel's position in Kruger's heart, not too intimate, but the disguised indifference was dispersed by the asthma in his eyes, as he could see, he also knew his responsibility, Regel looked at Assad and did not speak, but he said to Assad behind him: “Everything that happens here will be reported to European headquarters, we are not taking over command, rest assured, but if the brain is not broken, I am sure that there will not be that idiot to take your place at this time... ”

Kessel's poisonous tongue instantly crushed Assad's disguise, inevitably revealing a begging gesture to Regel: “I operate entirely according to the emergency manual, and I do not have the command of the Lord of the Throne, so... ”

“Hmmm...” Regel snorted coldly, but didn't continue to talk, walking past Assad to the warehouse, while Kessel added appropriately: "You don't have to argue anything with us, you don't have to push the blame on the throne. I think, even if your backstage is hard enough, you can't be hard on the throne. What you have to worry about is how to write an accident report. At least, you have to find the right person to be blacked. Of course, don't push it on us. If you don't have amnesia, you won't forget who rejected our action plan, you have to stubbornly make the arrest of Dickus... ”

Assad's face was completely pale and he had to take a few steps back, looking at Kessel's shaky mouth, and Kessel's words clearly told him that it would all count on his head, that no one could replace him as a scapegoat, and that it was all his own quest, and he couldn't help but recall the previous few days when Regel had suggested to him to evacuate to the city and hand over all command, thinking that it was Regel's trying to seize power, without thinking that things would really look like the worst.

Kessel didn't say much, followed Regel closely to the warehouse, he was also curious about what was in it, and Regel's face in front of him was unusual. Although Assad took the blame for this decision, he couldn't escape the responsibility either. Kruger was not a well-rewarded man, he was only concerned about results, he was not focused on process, his position in the new era was already in jeopardy, if Kruger borrowed the issue, he would never have had a chance of revenge?