They didn't fight? They didn't shout?
They just watched?
Brother Tiger was bewildered and completely dumbfounded.
Are they … scared?
However, this unrealistic idea had just emerged for less than two seconds before it was extinguished by a loud sound that shook the mountains and cracked the earth.
Boom —
The continuous roar came from a distance, as if a behemoth had fallen, shaking the entire earth, and everything in the garage was shaking. The door, the table, and the people.
After half a minute, the "earthquake" subsided.
The man who stood next to Brother Tiger crawled out from under the long table, stared at the ceiling of the garage, and muttered to himself.
"Earth, earthquake?"
"…"
Brother Tiger didn't speak and just stood there.
His face was full of horror and despair that had never been there before.
The originally clean clothes, face, and hair were now covered with the wall dust from the ceiling. The figure looked both miserable and haggard, as if he had aged decades in an instant.
Just now, he suddenly remembered a legend.
The legend of NAC Order …
…
East of Shangjing, over Qincheng, a dazzling white light flashed.
The 50-kilogram bomb was fired, and the entire steel airship was slowly pushed back more than ten meters under the recoil.
The distance of two hundred kilometers passed in an instant, and the bomb accurately hit the main building of Dongcheng Hospital.
"Boom —"
There was a loud noise!
At the location where the bomb hit, cobweb-like cracks spread along the wall in an instant, penetrated inward, and then burst! The steel skeleton broke inch by inch and collapsed along with the cement debris. The entire building seemed to have been pushed by a large hand, falling backward like an avalanche.
Zhao Qiuran stared blankly at the building that had fallen into the billowing dust. She opened her mouth slightly, but this time she couldn't say a word.
After a full five minutes, the thick dust did not dissipate.
There was no doubt that no one could survive.
Looking at the messy ruins and the dust that lingered for a long time, Jiang Chen's mouth curled up with a hint of playfulness, but he seemed to be talking to himself.
"A 50-kilogram bomb. Tsk tsk, I wonder if I can see it from the Pan-Asia Cooperation Building. "
Seeing that the thick dust almost dissipated, Jiang Chen turned around and looked at the guards behind him who were rubbing their fists.
"Let's go in and take a look."
"Yes!"
They roared in unison.
Lu Fan waved his hand, and the nineteen guards behind him were divided into three groups. One of the teams guarded in front of Jiang Chen, and the remaining two teams were divided into two groups, circling Dongcheng Hospital from the north and south.
Six guards stood in front of him, but Jiang Chen did not immediately enter the hospital. Instead, he glanced at Zhao Qiuran.
"Can you use a gun?"
Recovering from the shock, Zhao Qiuran gulped and nodded vigorously.
"Yes, of course."
Wasn't that obvious?
If he didn't even know how to use a gun, how could he be a lone ranger?
Jiang Chen gestured to the guard next to him and pointed to the short-barreled submachine gun hanging on his waist.
The guard understood and took off the secondary weapon on his waist and handed it to Jiang Chen.
"Take it."
Zhao Qiuran hurriedly took the weapon thrown by Jiang Chen. She looked at the submachine gun in her hand and then at him. Her expression was quite unbelievable.
"Don't you want to prove your worth?" Jiang Chen smiled and raised his chin slightly at the ruins. "Now I'm giving you a chance."
Zhao Qiuran was moved and looked at Jiang Chen gratefully.
On the wasteland, a weapon meant trust, and giving a weapon meant recognition.
Without further ado, Zhao Qiuran responded to this trust with action.
She pulled the bolt, and her eyes that looked at Dongcheng Hospital regained the fierceness of a wolf.
This was her original posture, the posture that belonged to a lone ranger wandering on the wasteland.
Looking at Zhao Qiuran who regained her state, Jiang Chen nodded with satisfaction. This was the appearance he saw at the auction. Only this kind of warrior was worth recruiting. Previously, he was worried that he would scare her, but now it seemed that he was overthinking.
A rare spiritual ability user, how could he leave her alone?
It was just that this kind of powerful lone ranger was often a double-edged sword. If he wasn't familiar with it, he would hurt himself. Only by using both carrots and carrots to make her recognize her insignificance and willingly put down her pride to work for him could this double-edged sword be wielded freely.
…
Gunshots rang out in Dongcheng Hospital.
More than five hundred marauders were buried under the rubble.
And the remaining 100 raiders were no match for the NAC General's Guards. Even if they were lucky enough to escape because they weren't in the building, they were still forced to retreat in defeat when faced with the bodyguards who surrounded them from three sides. These bandits who only knew how to bully the weak and fear the strong.
The four DIY-made power armors were useless.
A portable rocket flew out with white smoke and quickly blasted through a power armor that was firing at the frontline.
With the submachine gun in her hand, Zhao Qiuran fired while flexibly using cover to advance. Her combat effectiveness was not inferior to several guards.
She hoped that Jiang Chen would take her to Wanghai. Eager to show her value, she naturally worked very hard. This made it difficult for the raiders hiding in the ruins. With the combination of Mental Shock and Mental Imprint, Zhao Qiuran's shooting was accurate and the enemies couldn't even lift their heads.
The Tiger Wolf Gang's defeat was inevitable.
Seeing that things were going south, the raiders without much integrity decisively chose to escape.
Someone started it, and soon a second deserter appeared. With the second one, there was naturally a third. In less than ten minutes, the raiders who were still stubbornly resisting suddenly scattered. With their backs facing the enemy's muzzle, they screamed and fled for their lives.
With one foot stepping on the concrete debris, Lu Fan symbolically fired a few shots in the direction of the fleeing raiders.
Seeing that he couldn't hit anyone, he put away the rifle in his hand, spat on the concrete pile next to him, and cursed.
"A bunch of cowards."
Just like this, the battle in Dongcheng Hospital quickly ended.
After a simple cleaning of the battlefield, the three guards gathered together on the lawn in the middle of the hospital.
Jiang Chen looked at Zhao Qiuran standing on the side and said.
"I'll leave it to you."
"Leave it to me."
Zhao Qiuran took a deep breath and closed her eyes.
The tentacles of her mental power spread around and weaved into a net.
Even with the life signal jammer on, she couldn't hide her spiritual imprint.
Although her eyes were closed, at this moment, her mind was clear. The spiritual imprints hidden in the dark were like flickering candlelight that floated in the boundless darkness. There was no way to avoid them.
He ignored the "candlelight" that was dying under the ruins.
Zhao Qiuran pointed and pointed in the direction of the underground garage.
"There are about fifty people there."
Lu Fan gestured to the brothers next to him, set up the rifle again, and aimed in the direction of the underground garage.
Jiang Chen looked at the garage located downstairs of the Internal Medicine Building, and a playful smile appeared on his face.
"Looks like we're going to meet again."
He didn't know if the two cats were still on the face of "Brother Tiger".
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