Meiman: Take over the umbrella and start to coerce the widow sister

Looking at the dazzling fireball in the sky, thinking about the previous picture, a group of Hydra agents were about to collapse, and they shouted one after another:

“Fak, this thing actually uses RPGs?”

“It’s hard enough to fight without weapons, this thing can still use weapons, to hell with it!”

“Its wounds have healed, and even become stronger, it is really a monster!”

“This monster even knows to trick us, what the hell are we fighting with?”

“Demon! It’s the devil! ”

Crossbone Rumlow was also shocked, but he was a ruthless person who had seen strong winds and waves.

So soon, the crossbones calmed down and shouted:

“Shut up!”

“Panic! According to the original plan, heavy fire coverage was carried out by relying on bunkers. ”

“As long as you scatter, you are not afraid of the bombardment of the bazooka!”

“I see it has a few rockets that work!”

While methodically giving orders, Crossbone Rumlo quietly chose a position that was most convenient to escape.

However, he did not intend to use the vehicle to escape, because the target was too large.

In the dense forest, after an RPG shot took out the helicopter in the sky, the tracker was still silent, and his expression did not change in the slightest.

Of course, it is also difficult to see the change in expression from its hideous “chic” face.

Then, the tracker did not look at the burning wreckage of the aircraft that was falling in the sky.

It threw away the RPG in its hand and slapped its left hand hard at the last unopened metal container.

Just like before, the metal container also flew up and opened the door at the same time.

Before the metal container landed, the extremely tall tracker had already taken out a domineering five-barreled heavy fire Gatling gun.

This is the modified 12.7 caliber machine gun Vulcan machine gun, which uses a special high-explosive armor-piercing bullet and is comparable in power to a conventional 20mm cannon.

Under rapid strafing fire, even infantry armored vehicles will be pierced.

With a long chain magazine, the entire Vulcan gun weighs up to two hundred kilograms, and under high-speed fire, the recoil is even more amazing.

Ordinary people, let alone bear its terrifying recoil, do not pick it up.

However, this extremely heavy Vulcan cannon was indeed empty in the hands of the tracker.

After easily carrying the Vulcan Cannon with both hands, the tracker even had the spare power to hang another heavy chain magazine from a metal container around his neck.

The tracker with a lot of white bones on his chest held the powerful Vulcan Cannon in both hands, like the Asura God of Death, and walked towards the direction where the cross-bone Rumlo was located.

Despite its amazing load, it is not slow at all, and it can even be said to be unimaginably fast.

By the time the Hydra’s direct secret forces and Crossbones realized that something was wrong, the tracker’s tall body had crashed to the ground.

The aura of death like the howling cold wind froze the air and the souls of the most elite combat troops of the Hydra.

The surrounding area was surprisingly quiet, the birds and beasts had long been scared away, and even the insects had stopped calling, as if they were afraid of disturbing some terrible monster.

At this moment, even the sound of leaves falling to the ground was extremely clear.

In the next second, the tracker raised the Vulcan cannon, the fire flashed, and the raging gun flame was still very conspicuous during the day.

The five barrels turned rapidly, and the loud sound of bullets firing continued unceasingly, masking the sound of shells falling to the ground.

In just one breath, the Vulcan cannon poured out countless bullets, tearing several key targets to pieces.

Almost at the same time, Hydra also opened fire.

The sound of gunshots, explosions, and exclamations broke the silence, and the eardrums of the people who shook were faintly painful, and they almost fell deaf.

In an instant, it became a purgatory on earth, and blood flowed like a river.

Everything around is being shattered.

This Hydra force is the most elite combatant in the end, and various tactics have become muscle instincts.

While their minds and minds were still immersed in fear, their bodies moved first.

It’s just that in the face of close-range high-speed fire from Vulcan machine guns, their pitiful bunker is as if it does not exist.

After a round of strafing from the Vulcan cannon, both stones and vehicles and the heavy fire weapons that had just been set up were quickly blasted into slag.

Several Hydra ace soldiers who originally wanted to suppress the tracker with heavy firepower were also instantly beaten into a sieve.

Even hiding behind cover and wearing multifunctional protective suits for hundreds of thousands of dollars will not help.

Under the all-metal storm, smash everything, and not a single inch of grass will grow.

This is the beauty of human industrial science and technology, the exclusive violent aesthetics of modern weapons, and the romance of men.

This is also a weapon of “benevolent Buddha-nature”, because after being hit, you can go directly to bliss without suffering, great compassion, and immeasurable merit.

In the rain of bullets, the tracker moved steadily as if he were nothing, pouring fire indiscriminately.

Bullets, grenades, and flames continued to bombard its body, tearing its body apart, but it still did not stop advancing.

There is no way, the “red dot” in the eyes has not disappeared, and it is impossible to bear it without firing.

Red flames swirled around the tracker’s body, briefly drowning its tall body.

In the next second, an incomparably hideous face poked its head out of the flames.

In the light of the fire, the tracker’s monster-like face became clearer, more hideous, and more terrifying.

Under the high temperature burning and bullet bombardment, the metal magazine on its neck began to turn red, and the white bone armor also began to crack.

At this time, the pursuers, bathed in flames, are like demons from hell, determined and ruthless to continue to harvest life.

“Tap-da!”

“Tap-da!”

While bearing the recoil force that was enough to directly destroy the bodies of ordinary people, the tracker expressionlessly killed the soldiers of the Hydra Ace Force into pieces.

As Hydra thought, this battle is indeed a victory for technology.

However, what they did not expect was that it would be themselves who would be killed by modern technological weapons.

The first appearance of the tracker is about to shock the entire underground world and the leaders of the major military industrial groups and various organizations!