Cyber Heroes

Bengel ran in the stairwell.

He has realized his situation.

I don’t know why, the terrifying knight suddenly usurped the high level permissions of the security system. Who dug it out.

Bengel’s consciousness can no longer touch the core of the building’s security system. He has completely lost control of this field at this moment.

In the past, in the building, Bengel is like a god. Any single thought will be automated by the system as a force to interfere with reality.

But now, this "power" is taken away.

Due to the EMP, the satellite signal receiving station on the top of the building was also abandoned. This building is temporarily unable to obtain remote support from the internal strength expert.

Besides, looking at the internal strength of this knight, a good player may not have the means to deal with him.

So, now I can only escape.

——I absolutely can’t die here...I’m only fifty years old, how can I die so easily like a cached file...

So Bengel thought.

However, he soon saw the live broadcast.

It was sent to him by his apprentice using the local network.

He saw the picture of himself fleeing and the picture of the separation wall being put down continuously.

Not good.

He thought to himself.

This guy wants to turn this mansion into a maze, hindering the rescue of his men as much as possible.

Bengel doesn't know why things happened like this. He couldn't understand why the most core authority would leak out.

If this is not the case, he can at least support it for a while...

At least be able to quickly rendezvous with local reinforcements.

At this time, the broadcasting system of the entire building was suddenly turned on.

This represents the further erosion of the enemy's internal strength to the overall system.

A melodious suona sound appeared in the corridor.

No, it's not right.

It's not just this building.

Everyone who watched the live broadcast of this scene heard the sudden sound of music.

At the same time, a singing voice at a moderate pace appeared behind Bengel.

"lifts the head and look at it, Heaven and Earth are two vast areas..."

——He is coming...

Bengel trembled.

Because he lost control, he couldn't even locate himself in this building, and he didn't know where the gate had not been lowered.

"Escape..."

The deputy head suddenly remembered. On the third floor of the Internet, there is a platform. That platform is used to park the aircraft.

——As long as you get there...

Yes, as long as you get there, you can be rescued.

Even if this knight martial arts is outstanding, he dare not appear on that platform.

In that case, he will probably be sniped by all military forces within a few kilometers!

And even if the knight can hack into all intelligent aircraft, the traditional unpowered hang glider is always impossible to hack.

——As long as you can get there...

Bengel urges his prosthetic body to speed up.

"There will be a kind of longing in my heart that I am alone in my hometown with colds and rains. I only blame the passing of the years and the young and too frivolous..."

The voice is still hanging behind him. Due to the special reverberation effect, it is difficult for Bengel to distinguish whether it is far or near.

Whenever he felt as if he was far away from the enemy, that voice seemed to bring each other closer again.

"Hateful! A knight!" Bengel yelled as he fled.

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Jardel looked at the cruel bodies on the ground, endure I couldn’t help but be surprised: "Brother, God! I thought you would be great if you didn’t regress after retiring..."

For Martial Artist who has mastered most of the skills and tactics, Only "actual combat" can make them progress.

Of course, simulation training in your mind is also useful. But that is not as good as actual combat drills after all.

As an athlete, Hiroshi Matsushima should have only a small amount of experience fighting gang members after retiring.

Jadeer followed Matsushima Hiroshi's game many years ago. At that time, Matsushima Hiroshi's martial arts were strong but strong, but he couldn't give him the feeling of "mountain standing still".

At the moment when Matsushima Hiroshi rushed into the formation, the timing and tactical arrangement were all at the top level.

A free athlete, Martial Dao, should not have this kind of skill anyway.

"Stop talking nonsense and do more." Hiroshi Matsushima said: "I'll go over there to guard the intersection, you set the parameters here."

"Good." Jardel He called, and connected his data interface to the command system of the camp.

Matsushima Hiroshi stood not far away.

Jadeer quickly reset the weapon according to the parameters Matsushima Hiroshi said beforehand. This is indeed what he is good at. His battle of fame is to get into the firepower position of the government, change the parameters of the government's weapons, and let them attack their own people.

It's just that the parameters given by Hiroshi Matsushima don't seem to be simply "reversing the enemy or ourselves".

Matsushima Hong doesn't understand internal strength, this should be told to him by other people in the rivers and lakes.

"So I still can’t stay in dojo, can’t help but want to shoot? Really, say it earlier, it’s good to be with me, the so-called brother is concentric, it’s profitable... …"

Jarder muttered so.

But soon, he stopped talking.

An unprecedented powerful inner lining struck like a tsunami and rushed directly to the military's command network.

In an instant, the marching troops were in chaos.

Many automatic weapons were set with false targets, and some troops began to attack each other.

Soon, there will be internal strength expert counterattack.

Matsushima Hiroshi stood at the intersection and looked into the distance. Because of this silent and invisible battle, the lighting equipment that the army had introduced to disperse the darkness began to become indeterminate.

"I'll drop a production line..." Jardel cried: "Brother, you may not feel it. Seeing the mess in the distance..."

"Shut up Work."

"Oh."

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Lord The deputy gritted his teeth and said: "Damn...Damn! Because of the EMP just now, it is difficult to connect to the remote satellite signal. Only limited wired signals can still be used. Where did this internal strength expert come from? Why? It can be like this... so..."

A large number of officers with higher authority have immediately disconnected the command network to prevent themselves from being poisoned by a venomous insect's poison.

The military attaches can only rely on the primordial language system to take over the information network that cannot work.

Of course, as a violent organization of this era, the gene bank guards also have training in passwords, semaphores, and telegram instructions.

However, after all, it cannot be compared with an intelligent command system.

What's worse, because of the firepower positions and mine formations established by the gangs before, the entire army is advancing in the form of skirmish lines.

This greatly increases the difficulty of command.

Just when there was a lot of irrelevant doors, someone pointed to the top of the tower and exclaimed: "Look, Lord Bengel!"

That's seven hundred and four 15 layers Of a small platform. The platform only looks like 200 square meters. Bengel, the deputy head of the Knight Regiment of Munna, pushed open the door of the platform and stumbled out.

"He came out! He escaped alive!"

The deputy couldn't help but cheer up.

Although the "Scientific Research Knight Regiment's Station was assaulted" is a great negligence for them, it is better than the deputy commander being killed anyway.

At this time, exclamations came from a distance. Another silhouette came out of the gate.

In an instant, an anti-aircraft artillery position in the distance reacted, and several missiles hit it directly.

"Damn! Damn!" The assistant officer furiously: "I made everyone ready for sniping, but not including emptying the cannon positions! Are those guys idiots! Ah! Actually use that kind of weapon to strikes the research Knight regiment station ?"

The near-anti-cannon position cannot be directly triggered through the network. Someone must input instructions on the physical port [this can be considered a convention, after all, the hacker of the first under the heavens is a hardcore knight. No one dared to make tactical and strategic weapons into remotely controlled things] So he didn't think it would be controlled by that internal strength expert.

But it's too late to say anything at this time.

The defending armed forces did not expect that there would be missiles flying from behind them, shooting them toward the US-Israel Building in front of them.

It was too sudden. When the sniper reacted, the missile had already accelerated to the point where the bullet could not catch it.

Actually, the missile hits before the officer’s curse is finished.

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Bengel waved away the gravel around him , The prosthetic eye on the neck took a look.

A missile hit the upper floor just now, causing a large number of building structures to collapse, and countless rubbles smashed down, destroying the aircraft in front of him.

But fortunately, I did not die.

"I still care about my life..." Bengel comforted himself: "Then, that knight must be dead..."

"He raised his hand Wine, I’ll be friends in this life, even if the immensity of heaven and earth, let’s walk together. Time is like flowing water, just like the Yellow River. As long as the water flows, we will never look back..."

But, at this time, A burst of singing shattered all the hopes in his heart.

"Ah...ah..." Bengel could hardly move, and the synthesizer turned all the great fear into noise.

Bengel knew that his ugliness was being broadcast live simultaneously-now, all surveillance cameras have been wiped out.

The loser in the live broadcast who was unable to act due to fear is what he is now.

An aircraft approached quickly. The aircraft was suspended, and its built-in loudspeaker shouted: "Your Excellency Bengel, hold on! Let's save..."

With a sound of "簌", an anti-aircraft missile shot out from below the platform. Shoot this aircraft into explosion.

The flames penetrated the smoke and dust.

In the dust, a Martial Artist, like the "appearance" of a drama, followed the fire, and put out a long sword flat motion.