In the middle of Bavaria, in a small town on the Isar River.
In this small town that didn't see many foreigners throughout the year, people from Europe and even around the world gathered. They came from different countries and even had completely different skin colors. But at the moment, they wore the same T-shirt, held the same slogan, and surrounded a research institute while shouting slogans in different languages.
"Open the research institute!"
"Stop the inhumane experiments immediately!"
"Release all the subjects! Release the details of the experiment! "
"…"
In order to maintain order, the Bavarian state government had to transfer police from Ber to support the local police. They put up a yellow seal in front of the research institute to remind the angry protesters that it was private property.
However, the protesters didn't buy it. The uncooperative attitude of the research institute made them feel that there was something fishy going on. The biased attitude of the police made them feel like there was a conspiracy. They set up tents on the road outside the research institute and used their mobile phones to broadcast their protest.
More and more humanitarian fighters from Frankberg, Europe, and even the entire world came here to join their protest.
As the protest became more and more intense, the originally calm director of the research institute couldn't sit still anymore.
In order to calm people's anger, he risked his life and stood behind the wall. He raised the loudspeaker and began to shout to the crowd.
"… All of our research is within the framework of the law. Any rumors about the research institute conducting human experiments and brainwashing technology research are stupid and absurd … Fu * k!"
However, before he could finish, a fist-sized brick flew out from the crowd. A young man wearing a baseball cap flipped his middle finger at him in a domineering manner as he bent over to dodge. Within two seconds, the young man was detained by the police and handcuffed in the direction of the police car.
When the young man was detained, the police clashed with the crowd. The shoving and arguing made the scene extremely chaotic. In this chaotic gap, the peaceful demonstration began to gradually evolve into violent conflict. Garbage and bricks flew over the wall one after another and hit the police and police cars.
The director of the research institute dodged the bricks and retreated to the back under the protection of the explosion-proof shield.
"Fu * k! Are these people crazy? "
As soon as he returned to the research institute, the director named Carlo cursed and threw the megaphone in his hand aside.
He had already cursed Steven countless times in his heart. Because of that nobody's betrayal, the entire 7th Research Institute had fallen into a vortex of public opinion.
"You should be glad that it was a brick that flew at you. I found a Molotov cocktail in the crowd just now. Although that guy hesitated for a moment, he didn't light it up in the end. I encountered this kind of thing when I was serving in Iraq. Just a little bit of it can burn you into charcoal, "the mercenary joked as he put the anti-explosion shield aside.
Carlo squinted at the mercenary, snorted, and straightened his messy collar.
"Keep an eye on your position. You know what will happen if you let those mobs charge in."
"They can't break in." The mercenary shrugged and patted the pistol on his waist. "If they step through that door, we'll shoot."
Just as Carlo walked into the institute, several vans stopped in front of a closed restaurant two streets away. A dozen men dressed in thick coats that were out of season got out of the vans. They either carried guitars or suitcases, walked quickly into the restaurant, and closed the door.
Almost at the same time, on the hillside one kilometer away, a canvas bag was thrown on the overgrown mud. A young woman took off the sunglasses on the bridge of her nose and skillfully took out the parts from the bag.
In less than a minute, the Ghost sniper rifle exuding a chilling aura appeared in her hand.
Lying on the ground, she opened the bracket, and adjusted the position of the sniper scope. She reached out and gently tapped on her earlobe.
"Ghost is in place, ready to start at any time."
In the restaurant one kilometer away, a dozen rebel soldiers had put on black masks.
The leader of the rebels loaded the clip and pulled the bolt of the rifle in his hand. His pupils were burning with flames.
"Now, start."
…
Just as the police, under the pressure of the protesters, pushed the young man in front of the police car, the young man suddenly lowered his head and fell to the ground. The riot police around him didn't realize what was going on. Just as they wanted to reach out and pull him up, intensive gunshots came from the crowd and rained down on them.
The crowd screamed and fled in all directions. The already chaotic scene completely collapsed.
He was shot several times, and his police uniform was soaked in blood. The leading sergeant leaned against the side of the car and pointed his pistol at the crowd. But because he couldn't aim at the militants, he spat out blood and pulled the trigger a few times in the air. At the same time, he cursed.
"This group of damned beasts …."
The mercenaries inside the wall rushed to the nearest bunker and caught the automatic weapons thrown by their comrades behind them. There were kinetic skeletons in the institute, but no one was willing to wear those bulky things on duty. Now they could only rely on the bunker and the armed mobs to delay time and wait for their comrades to respond.
It shouldn't be difficult if it was just a group of ordinary mobs outside.
Automatic rifles were no different from fire sticks in their hands … The leading mercenary gestured to his comrades behind him to prepare for attack as he leaned against the bunker and thought. However, he didn't have the time to say this to the comrades behind him to ease the atmosphere —
Whoosh!
Without any warning, a bullet tore open his skull. In everyone's eyes, the NATO veteran who walked down from the Iraq battlefield had his brain mixed with blood splattered on the concrete ground behind him.
"Sniper!"
The deputy captain immediately took over the command, stuck his head against the wall, and roared at his team.
"Find cover! Keep your head down — FU * K! "
Another bullet was fired, and the sniper rifle in the sniper's hands fell to the ground. Now, they were completely suppressed by the sniper rifle behind the bunker.
The exchange of fire between the rebels and the police ended quickly. The police were only equipped with pistols, explosion-proof shields, and tear gas. No one expected such a situation to occur. When they were sent here from Munich, they thought they were just there to maintain order.
"Smoke grenade!"
The mercenaries behind the bunker threw out the smoke grenade in their hands, and the thick smoke quickly covered the battlefield in front of the door.
Crawling on a hill one kilometer away, the Eastern European beauty sneered. She reached out and gently pressed on the sniper scope. The red dot that symbolized the source of life appeared on the sniper scope. After calculating the distance, she pulled the trigger on the moving target.
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