Travel through the Qing Dynasty and become emperor

Chapter 1077 Escape from the City of Death

Under the leadership of Taberson, the six guards worked together to establish a fire defense line in front of Lance.Scott and George then covered each other and shot in the Tyrant's back as well.

Thousands of bullets poured into the tyrant's body at the same time, and the bullets drilled into his body unreservedly. Driven by the gunpowder, it was like a meat grinder, and all the places it passed were bloody and riddled with holes.

Finally, under the command of a group of red-eyed special forces, the tyrant collapsed from exhaustion.Around it, there were bullet casings all over the place, as well as the minced meat from it.

"George, is it dead?" Lance asked, panting.

George fiddled with the gun barrel carefully, then raised his hand and gave a thumbs up to show that the crisis was over.

Everyone hugged excitedly, but they didn't know that there was a pair of invisible eyes staring at them at the top of their heads.

Poor Lance has to rely on someone to walk now. Scott said that he has multiple fractures and 3 broken ribs, so he can't do too drastic movements.

After more than ten years of transformation and diversion of the sewer, Sergeant Allen had to lead people along some side roads, and then leave a mark to guide the follow-up troops.

Just when the crowd was halfway through, the ground suddenly shook, accompanied by several loud explosions, and the bomb fell on the area near Lance and the others.

The voltage of the lights in the sewer was also unstable due to the vibration, and several light bulbs burned out.George ordered to turn on the tactical spotlights, and everyone accelerated their pace.

"Is it a self-propelled artillery?" Lucas had a rare expression on his face.

Lance shook his head and said, "No, it seems to be an aerial bomb. My God, they actually dispatched the air force!"

Everyone present was terrified. They wanted to kill them all. Even if Lance and the others escaped by chance, they would face pursuit by the FBI or the CIA, as well as the army.

Awful!

Everyone was in a bad mood, and their steps were still moving forward because of the commands issued by their brains earlier. They were walking like a group of skins.Grains of sand kept falling from the top of their heads, just like a bunker in a battlefield scene, everyone had to stick to the wall to act.

Aaron and George moved quickly from left to right in coordination with each other, and the people behind followed with strides. The bombs dropped by the bombers were tracked and bombed according to the route of the sewer. The lot collapsed and was forever trapped in a cold, dank sewer.

In order to maintain his face as the captain of the special forces, Lance rejected Pulland's invitation to carry him.Isn't it just a few broken ribs, you can survive it by gritting your teeth!His feet were a little lame. In order not to delay the speed of the team, he could only limped along behind everyone.

The explosion landed right behind them. If it wasn't for the humid environment in the sewer, Lance estimated that they used thermal imaging to track them. In that case, they could only accept the fate of being buried alive.

"Turn left, turn left!" Aaron shouted loudly in front, and through Aaron's instructions, he already knew the route completely.The passage leading to Fairward Mine was not very complicated, so everyone was lucky enough to walk into the passage.

They have already left the bombing area, and the other party can no longer track them. This is really good news.

"Stop moving forward." George at the front raised his fist.A big fire was ignited on the pillar in front, and the fire was so big that everyone couldn't quickly pass over it.A burnt smell floated into everyone's olfactory system, making the tiredness and chill disappear without a trace.

"Gross, use C4 to blow out the fire." George Mishin immediately gave the order.

Gross opened the backpack and took out a small piece of something wrapped in moisture-proof plastic, saying: "The yield is not much, and it may not be able to completely blow out the fire."

"Use this." Ford handed him the B-type explosives that had just been disassembled in the mine, and then retreated to another corner like the others, watching Gross work from a distance.

"Hey, can he do it?" Ford asked not just for nothing.The fact that the fire was able to burn so violently proves that there is enough oxygen here. However, the Fairward Mine has been abandoned for more than ten years, and it is already a miracle that it did not collapse. It's time to cry without tears.

"Don't worry, Gross is from the Kanna family, the mafia in the middle of the country. Those people are experts in explosives." Lucas said indifferently, leaning against the wall.

"Mafia, God, what's he doing here as a soldier?" Taberson muttered.

Gross divided the dynamite into 8 small pieces and placed them in different locations to ensure that the dynamite would only cause another fire rather than a violent explosion.He stretched out his left hand to compare the direction of C4 after the explosion, made some small adjustments, and then began to lay the fuse, and slowly retreated to a safe place.

Gross also understood the heavy responsibility on his shoulders. It may be because of nervousness or the choking smell of smoke. He did not speak but made an OK gesture; George behind him also immediately made an action gesture.

"It's going to explode!" said George, and he fell to the ground, and so did the others.

After a few explosions, everyone got up and stepped out of a safe place. "Well done, Gross," Taberson praised.

After waiting for another 2 minutes, after the passage was basically safe, everyone had to start moving again.

"Hey, look, did we find any ruins?" Someone said, pointing to a bombed-out place.Others followed the reputation, and C4 did damage the wall. A hole with a diameter of about one person's height appeared in the half-meter-thick mine wall.

Inside is a huge drainage ditch, but it definitely does not belong to Washington, and it will not spend two cents to repair two drainage ditches.The inside is very big, with all kinds of garbage floating on the five-meter-wide waterway, and there is a fence in front to separate the water from the garbage.There are two garbage trucks on the shore.

"Where is this place?" someone asked.

Lance squeezed to the front and took a look, and then he judged that this was the research center of Ancres Biological Company in Washington. They bought this area under the pretext of illegal mining and hollowed out a mountain for secret research.If it is exposed here, it will definitely cause a storm of public opinion, and Ankress will also be questioned by all mankind.

"Great, Taberson, take a picture of this. Yes, there, that door has the Anchor Company logo on it. Take a close-up of it," Lance said to Taberson.

"Shall we go down and check?" It was George who asked, uncertain.

"No, we have to go out first!" Lance now misses the hard bed in the barracks. He used to always complain, but now he misses it a lot.

Others thought the same way.

The next road will not have many hardships. There are not many detours in the Fairward Mine, and they saw the sun very smoothly.

"Don't move! Put down your weapon and let's check it out." A man wearing a jungle combat jumpsuit with camouflage oil on his face suddenly appeared at the entrance of the cave. His tall body even blocked the light, or he was full of brilliance .

It seems that it is not from Ankress and the FBI, otherwise they would not hesitate to open fire on them.Lance immediately asked everyone to put down their guns, then motioned for Pulland to put himself down, and limped towards the man.

The other party didn't care about Lance's actions, but waited for his next action.

"Davis!"

"Mr. L!"

To the surprise of the people behind, to be precise, Taberson and the others, the two seemed to be close friends, and they hugged each other at this moment.

"Great, you're still alive, Brown and I bet you're dead." Davis said excitedly.

"Really, it seems that he must have lost miserably." The hug just now caused Davis' strong body to hit Lance's broken ribs, and he grinned unconsciously.

"What, are you injured?" Davis noticed that Lance was covered in injuries, and Lucas and George who came out from behind were similar, and they had some unfamiliar faces, wearing black ACU combat uniforms.Davis immediately ordered his subordinates to check the wounded and explained the situation to Lance.

A combat squadron of the Delta Force led by Jones Taylor Fay returned to the Norwalk military base according to the order, but he ordered the ready equipment and sent the shark unit to Washington alone, and ordered them to lurk in the Avenal forest. Opportunity to act.The luck wasn't too bad. As soon as Allen and the others came out, they were discovered by the sentry sent by Davis, and learned that the members of the Ghost Squad were behind, so he personally brought a squad of people to ambush nearby.

"Great, Davis, if I didn't know you're left-handed, I'd probably have them call you a hornet's nest," Lance joked. "Let me introduce you. This is Chief of the Washington DC Police Department Taberson, a former member of the US Army Special Forces."

"Hi, hello. My name is Davis Weijia, and they all call me Shark." Davis didn't have his eyes above the top because of his status. It's also not a group of people to mess with, birds of a feather flock together, so Davis just shook hands with Taberson and felt a sense of sympathy.

"Davis is from the SEALs. His most glorious time was when he participated in the attack on the president of Puerto Rico." Lance introduced his friend.

But Davis didn't take credit for himself, he just smiled lightly and said: "Okay, brother, I think you will like the feeling of drinking a cup of coffee after taking a hot bath, let's get out of here first. The National Guard and The remaining civilians have been transferred to military bases, and until things come to light, I think they'll have to stay there."

Davis was transported by two Army trucks and a Humvee parked east of Avenal Woods, just two miles from the river and fifteen miles from Washington.The body is covered with jungle camouflage, covered with concealed nets and some weeds and dead branches, so that when the helicopter in the sky looks down, it cannot notice these incongruous lines with the surrounding environment.

(End of this chapter)