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At this moment.

Facing the encirclement of the mopping-up team, Shen Bei naturally could not use firearms. He had to break out of the encirclement or kill all the enemies while ensuring his safety.

Shen Bei could only use the fire disc!

If not now, when?

After receiving Shen Bei's wireless command, the firepower flying disc was already hovering above Shen Bei's head.

The twelve cannons were like the eyes of twelve bloodthirsty dragons, staring fiercely and coldly at the enemies on the ground who were surrounding Shen Bei.

The mopping-up team all looked up, their faces filled with confusion.

"What the hell is that?"

"It looks like a fire disc! I've seen this thing before in Shelter 36."

"Is it great?"

"Bullshit. When they were experimenting, the bombing firepower was insufficient. Let's put it this way, it's similar to setting off firecrackers. The key is that the warhead is too small, and not much gunpowder can be put into it, so the killing power is very limited. But we still have to be careful, just in case we get our skin broken."

"Haha, from what you said, I don't think even the roof can be blown apart, right?"

"I'm just wondering. Shelter 36 should be quite far away. How did this thing get here?"

"Don't use any smoke bombs or anything like that. Everyone, pay attention! Don't let that guy run away with some tricks! Push in!"

……

The people in the mopping-up team below were still laughing and watching a joke, not caring at all about the fire discs flying above their heads.

In their eyes, how powerful a shell can be fired from such a small barrel?

No need to worry.

Just rush and it’s over!

"Kill that bastard who killed so many of the mop-up team!"

The mopping-up team tightened the encirclement again.

Shen Bei's eyes were sarcastic and cold, and his mind moved.

The fire disc received the bombing order.

In an instant, the twelve cannons on the fire disc roared at the same time, and tongues of blazing flames instantly tore through the air, transforming into twelve fireballs that shot out like meteors, dragging long flame tails as they rushed towards the enemies on the ground.

The bombing process was like the collapse of the sky and the splitting of the earth. The scorching barrage of bullets poured down from the sky, turning the entire battlefield into a purgatory-like Shura field.

The warhead, which was a mixture of high explosives and crystal core fragments, exploded continuously the moment it hit the ground, forming a hellish scene woven of flames, smoke and debris.

The shock wave swept like a raging wave, and all buildings were ruthlessly destroyed wherever it passed.

Boom boom boom! ! !

Cluster fire flying discs provide 360-degree bombing without blind spots.

Looking down from the sky, it looked like the fireworks of the god of death, wreaking havoc on the ground.

In the midst of this thick smoke and smell of death, Shen Bei was lying on the ground with a calm and composed look.

Just like this artillery fire, it is his stage and his death symphony.

At the same time, those mopping-up teams who had just been mocking the lack of firepower in the fire disc were stunned in an instant!

They found that no matter who was hiding in the houses or in the broken rocks, they were all blown away by the shock wave of the explosion.

Some people were blown to pieces on the spot, their flesh and blood bodies exploded into blood foam and meat residue, and were washed away to who knows where.

The members of the mopping-up team were struck head-on, each of them frozen in silence, their pupils suddenly dilated, their eyes filled with extreme shock and disbelief, and they roared in fear and regret:

"Crap!"

"Ah! Help me!"

"Damn it, is this what you said? It's nothing but skin? My legs were blown off! Hiss!"

"Help! Help!"

"Run! Run quickly!"

Terrified by the sudden firestorm, the members of the mopping-up team perished in the flames before they could even react. Broken limbs and arms flew everywhere, and blood mixed with dirt was particularly glaring in the firelight.

The bombing lasted a very short time, but every second seemed like an eternity, and every explosion announced the end of several or even dozens of lives!

After the artillery fire died down.

The entire ruined city fell silent.

It was as if the tape suddenly broke in the player.

Faintly, one could only hear the enemy's tragic howls and painful groans.

Shen Bei stood up and looked up at the cluster fire disc. His eyes, as ruthless as a ferocious beast, were filled with uncontrollable joy.

fierce!

So fierce!

This bombing almost wiped out all the enemies!

Those who are still alive have long lost their fighting ability, and are either missing limbs or dying.

Shen Bei waved his hand.

The cluster fire disc returned along the route it came from and entered standby mode.

Shen Bei jumped out of the ruins and picked up a rifle at random.

Or an M4A1 assault rifle.

If this gun were on Earth, it would definitely be an excellent rifle.

But in this world, it can only become a toy for ordinary people and a fire stick in the eyes of those with special abilities.

Shen Bei pulled the bolt and pushed the bullet into the chamber.

Stroll leisurely through the bomb-riddled ruins.

A few steps away, an enemy member of the mopping-up team was buried in the rocks.

Struggling in pain.

Shen Bei put the muzzle of the gun against his forehead.

The man was suddenly startled and raised his head abruptly, his face covered in blood like a thin snake: "You - you can't kill me! I'm a member of Shelter No. 20!"

Shen Bei's tone was calm, but his words were chilling: "May there be no escape from hell."

boom!

A bullet lodged in his forehead.

Experience +1

Shen Bei ignored the pop-up message and continued to search along the ruins for other surviving members of the mopping-up team.

For Shen Bei, killing enemies with a revolver can increase experience points.

But not worth it.

Shen Bei’s revolver bullets are all level two and level three bullets!

It is not cost-effective to use it to kill the mopping-up team.

……

bang bang...

The crisp sound of gunfire from the M4A1 assault rifle continued.

Every gunshot was accompanied by curses or cries for mercy.

But Shen Bei remained indifferent, whether he was cursing or bowing his head and kowtowing like pounding garlic.

They were all shot to death.

After a few minutes.

Shen Bei dropped his rifle and returned to the ruins where he had taken refuge.

Shake a small bag.

Inside was Shen Bei's harvest, a delivery from the mopping-up team: more than one hundred crystal source cores.

"poverty!"

Shen Bei only had one word to describe this.

With so many people, they only found so few crystal source cores. No wonder there is no one with special abilities in the mopping-up team.

"wrong……"

Shen Bei touched his chin. "It's not that there are no psychics, but the psychics from Shelter No. 20 have encountered the psychics from Shelter No. 22. The two sides have been divided on the battlefield."

Shen Bei was just wondering why all the people in the mopping-up team were ordinary people.

There are no people with special abilities in the escort team.

It turns out that they are not there, but they are entangled together and have not arrived yet.

Think of this.

Without any hesitation, Shen Bei immediately put on the Barrett sniper rifle and left without any regrets.

Shen Bei has the ability to fight against people with special abilities.

But it also depends on the number of people on the other side.

More than two is difficult.

It is not advisable to stay here for a long time. If the person with superpowers catches up with us, we will be in trouble.

He was just about to leave.

Shen Bei stepped on a backpack.

This backpack belonged to a defector from Shelter No. 20.

After being shot in the head, the backpack rolled to the side.

Shen Bei picked it up and wanted to see if there was a crystal source core inside.

Open it and take a look.

Shen Bei was a little confused.

The huge backpack was filled with papers.

Shen Bei took a quick look and had no idea what was being described.

There are all kinds of strange-shaped drawings, and I can't tell what they are.

However, Shen Bei still saw a key word on the blueprint: "Crystal source recombination and refining process."

Shen Bei was a little suspicious: "Could it be the crystal source core fragments inside the firepower flying disc shell explosives?"

I can't believe it!

Shen Bei never doubted his luck, but this was too incredible!

I was still worrying about how to get the crystal source core fragments, but suddenly I felt sleepy and got a pillow!

"Time is also fate..."

Shen Bei sighed.

However, Shen Bei still held a skeptical attitude.

After all, the words "reorganization" and "fragmentation" are completely unrelated.

Maybe it's my own association or preconceived notion.

Shen Bei immediately closed his backpack and stuffed a crystal source core into the armor's power module.

Rush out of the ruins and run out of the city.

Stay away from this troubled place.

As for the blueprints, I'll go back and study them slowly. I don't have time to waste time on them again.

Then began to move at a constant speed across the vast wilderness.

……

Night fell quickly, and a chill wind dispelled the heat of the day.

At this moment.

Two psychics wearing black robes appeared at the edge of the devastated ruins.

The man named Gan Mo lifted his hood, revealing a pair of pupilless, porcelain-white eyes. He sniffed the air and said in a somewhat icy tone, "Death, gun smoke."

Another psychic stretched out his hands hidden in his sleeves.

There was no flesh or skin on his hands, only white bones.

"Tsk tsk~ Is this being plowed by organized artillery fire?"

"Chasing the horses, we're too late." Gan Mo squatted on the ground, grabbed a handful of bloody soil, and licked it with his tongue: "The people in our shelter No. 22 are also dead."

Chasing the horse, he moved his skeletal hands and looked back at the wilderness.

Apart from the whistling wind, there was almost no other sound in the wilderness, and no signs of any activity were seen.

"Yes." Zhuima chuckled. "Both our people and those in Shelter No. 20 are dead."

At this time, Gan Mo sniffed the air, jumped without any hindrance, and landed in the ruins where Shen Bei had once hidden.

He took a deep breath, and the various smells lingering in the air entered his brain.

"That only means one thing." Gan Mo curled his lips: "One person is still alive."

Zhuima laughed out loud: "Nonsense, everything is lost, so someone must be alive. Why don't you tell me where they went?"

Gan Mo squatted on the roof with his head down: "He didn't leave a drop of blood... I can't smell him."

Zhuima scratched his head. "As I recall, the nearest shelter is No. 36. If Titan hadn't turned the corner."

Gan Mo raised his head and faced the south: "Then let's go and take a look."