My Girls Are All Biochemical Monsters, What Should I Do?

Miyamura Masamichi didn't know if it was his illusion, just now, when he called that guy soldier, that guy seemed to be smiling happily.

Well, after the death row criminals, did the mental disorder who shot and killed the chief appear again in the security forces?

When only himself was left on the rooftop again, Miyamura Masamichi began to enjoy his solitary time again. He turned his head slightly and looked at the battlefield below. They are firmly guarding the front line, and the unidentified elements in black combat uniforms have already begun to try to counterattack. Those guys are extremely powerful, and their combat methods are not like regular troops at all. It was only a matter of time before the team was broken.

"This is the fighter that Black Umbrella really needs..." Looking at the unknown militants wearing black combat uniforms, Masamichi Miyamura showed a hint of envy in his eyes, and he whispered: "Not those rubbish The same consumables, but real... fighters!"

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Two more.

Chapter 62. The Inspiration of the Macho Commander

Outside the compartment of the police transport vehicle, gunshots roared continuously, and the gunfire flickered, illuminating the street eroded by darkness. In contrast, there was the eerie silence inside the compartment. The survivors in High Oak City who were waiting to be transferred Their expressions were terrified or desperate. They sat silently in the carriage, waiting for the arrangement of fate. Whenever a stray bullet hit the carriage and made a tinkling sound, the survivors would cry out in horror. .

"Please rest assured, the police officers in High Oak City will fight to protect everyone until the last moment! We will be able to break through the encirclement and get out of here!" After another burst of terrified exclamations, seeing that the order in the carriage was a bit chaotic, stood On the side, the young policewoman with blond hair immediately comforted her, but in the eyes of everyone, her expression seemed unconvincing.

"Why can't you just drive the car over there? Do you have to fight with those guys?"

Vaguely, there was a low-pitched complaint from the crowd, and then, the complaint spread to the surroundings like an infectious disease. The expressions of the survivors became a little hideous, and they began to question loudly.

"Exactly! Why don't you just drive there?!"

"Is this how you protect taxpayers?!"

"I've had enough of those monsters! And those guys in black, who the hell are they?!"

For a moment, the crowd was excited. Facing the angry questioning of the survivors, the policewoman took two steps back in panic. In fact, just like the survivors in front of her, the policewoman was also very panic-stricken. As a newcomer, she I never thought that one day a biochemical terrorist attack would happen to me. Unlike me, a police officer, after seeing colleagues, friends and relatives die in front of me, they had to be involved in the firefight between the police and terrorists. And, under this kind of continuous high pressure, these ordinary people who are not strong in heart are close to mental breakdown.

Under such circumstances, the female police did not dare to tell them that a bomb was planted on the road ahead.

Seeing the survivors standing up with an aggressive look, the tense policewoman subconsciously stretched her hand towards the pistol at her waist, but at this moment, a hand suddenly grabbed her waist tightly. The wrist stopped her from drawing the gun.

Panicked in her heart, the policewoman turned her head subconsciously, but met a face covered by a gas mask.

A head of silver hair due to age is scattered down, wearing a black gas mask on his face, and the soaked white suit is not cheap at first glance, and there is also a black body armor on the outside. In the middle, there is also a HK-416.

The policewoman remembered clearly that this person was personally escorted into the carriage by Chief Foster. Before leaving, Chief Foster whispered to her nervously: "Lucy, protect him, he is very important!"

Policewoman Lucy is somewhat curious about this mysterious-looking masked man, but out of confidentiality, Chief Foster will not tell her that this man in front of him is the president of country A——Adam Benford Germany.

On the other side, blocking the policewoman's subconscious movements, Benford shook his head at the policewoman, and then whispered: "Leave it to me."

After all, before the policewoman could react, Benford took a step forward and stopped in front of the policewoman, looking at the gun on Benford's waist, and how different it was from the black-clothed militants outside. In similar attire, the riots of the survivors showed faint signs of being suppressed. Even so, their eyes were still full of fear and anger. Just when they couldn't help but want to ask something loudly, Benford suddenly looked up. Pointing his finger at the middle of the crowd, he said in a low voice, "You guys scared the kids."

Hearing Benford's words, the survivors were stunned. They turned their heads and saw a lady hugging a blond boy tightly in the corner of the carriage. Her eyes were full of exhaustion and fear, and she was hugged The same goes for the blond-haired little boy who lived there, who was clearly terrified by the sudden excitement.

Sighing slightly, with a formulaic smile on his face, Benford gently squeezed away the silent crowd, and walked towards the corner of the carriage. Seeing Benford approaching step by step, the woman immediately hugged him tightly. The blond-haired little boy in his arms shrank subconsciously towards the corner, and the panic in his eyes grew even stronger.

Standing in front of the woman, under the eyes of everyone, Benford asked softly: "Madam, are you the mother of this child?"

"I...is..." Nodding, the woman replied in a low voice.

"Excuse me, can I have a chat with your child?" Benford continued to ask with a smile.

A tangle flashed between her brows, and the woman subconsciously lowered her head, but saw that the child looked at Benford with shrinking eyes, but also with a trace of searching, so she nodded hesitantly.

With the permission of the child's mother, Benford squatted down, looked at the child at the same level, and smiled softly at the same time: "Hey, brave little tiger, what's your name?"

"Russell...Stephen Russell..." the boy replied hesitantly.

"Very well, Russell..." Without intending to ask about the child's father, Benford smiled, and continued softly: "Are you scared?"

"Not afraid..." Although his eyes were full of fear, the little boy still shook his head stubbornly.

"It's amazing..." Stretching out his hand and gently rubbing the little boy's soft blond hair, Benford praised: "The adults are all terrified, and I am also terrified, but little Russell is so brave. amazing."

Seeing the emotion in the child's eyes gradually eased, Benford chose to change the subject, and asked with a smile, "Son, do you have a dream?"

"Hmm..." the little boy nodded and said, "I'm going to be the president of country A in the future!"

Under the gas mask, Benford's expression became a little subtle, and he continued to ask: "Why do you want to be president?"

"I want to hang all the bad guys on Wall Street!" The little boy said with his mouth pursed, "Father said that all the bad guys in this world gather on Wall Street, as long as I hang all the bad guys on Wall Street, the world will be peaceful! "

Finally, Benford couldn't help laughing, he rubbed the little boy's head vigorously, and at the same time said with a smile: "Good boy, have ambition, work hard in this direction, and hang all the villains on Wall Street die."

"En!" The little boy finally regained his strength, and he nodded vigorously in reply.

Seeing that the little boy's emotions were appeased, Benford stood up and met the boy's mother's gaze. The woman nodded to Benford with a trace of gratitude in her eyes, and the survivors around them also subconsciously closed their eyes. There was a sound, and although the bullets were still hitting the outer wall of the police transport vehicle, everyone's expressions became much calmer.

"You are all adults, don't even compare to a child..." Looking around, Benford said to the survivors in a deep voice: "This disaster happened suddenly, and each of us lost in this disaster It is because of this that we must live bravely and stronger with the will of the dead. Only by living can we tell the outside world what happened here. Only by living Only then can we make those responsible for this terrorist attack receive the punishment they deserve!"

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Three shifts, call it a day.

Chapter 63. The macho exposed

There was a strong appeal hidden in the words, but the tone was sonorous and firm, as if there was no room for doubt. Under Benford's comfort, the excited survivors were quickly calmed down, and they sat back again , although there is still anxiety in the eyes, but there is a little more firmness.

After stabilizing the situation in the carriage, Benford breathed a sigh of relief. Just as he was about to return to the corner, the policewoman beside him whispered, "That...Thank you very much for your help, sir."

"It's nothing..." Benford murmured, with his formulaic and kind smile covered by the gas mask, "Everyone is very disturbed, the more calm you need to be in times like this."

Because she didn't know what to say, the policewoman just nodded.

Holding the gun subconsciously, Benford returned to the entrance of the carriage, frowning slightly and silently watching everything outside. Right now, the battle situation is beginning to tilt in favor of the police. Except for a few people, those led by Li Yexing The mercenaries who came came broke into the surrounding blocks in groups, and formed a group with the ambush soldiers on one side of the street, which effectively relieved the pressure on the police officers. As long as the police officers can hold back, they can Buy enough time for Li Yexing's beheading operation.