Steel Steam and Flame

"Hesreel, people are not in their hands. Although I don't know where they went, that's something later." Cassia turned on the communicator and informed the location of the building where the enemies of Hesreel had temporarily settled." There seems to be people in both buildings. I don’t know if the enemy will change positions afterwards."

"Assault over now?" Hesley asked. He saw the woman's final ending without any thoughts in his heart. For him, this may already be the norm. The relationship network in the family seems to be similar, but it needs to be cleaner and not violate the above rules.

"No, I think it's better to wait until Delya arrives here." Cassia walked to the door. During the call, the window was shattered by sniper bullets. The attack continued, the entire house became the target, and at this time there was also a sound of fine footsteps echoing in. It was probably the enemies who had walked here just now rushing over from the corridor.

"On the premise that you can ensure your own safety, you can reduce the number of enemies as much as possible. You don't have to run out of this building, it's okay to delay the enemy here, so as not to wait for Delya and the others to come, but the enemy will leave first. At that time, I would waste more time trying to find them." Cassia walked into the master bedroom and lifted the owner of the house to the corner to prevent him from being hit by random shots.

Back in the hall, the footsteps have echoed in the aisle. Cassia stood in the blind corner of the kitchen, drew his pistol, and his breathing subsided at this moment. Immediately, his heart beat violently, his slightly loose clothes tightened, and fine black scales crawled all over his body. At this moment, the mood appeared to be extremely calm. I didn't know the whereabouts of my mother and sister, but as long as they didn't fall into the hands of the enemy, it could prove to a large extent that they were still safe.

"But where will it go?" Amidst the sound of metal clashing, the flames of the fire gun pierced through the thin metal door, breaking it into fragments. With the sniper shooting outside the window, the inside of the house was fired again. Again. Several walls were pierced with a line, and bullet holes quickly covered the floor of this hall. Immediately after dozens of fist-sized objects poured into the hall, Cassia naturally closed his eyes, as if listening to beautiful music, leaning on the kitchen wall, listening to the reverberation of explosions and gunshots.

"Apart from yourself, who else knows the name of this area of ​​Messeria?" The explosion sounded one after another, and the people outside the door were full of ammunition, and steel shell bombs and flash bombs were projected for several waves.

"Coach Bazi?" Cassia suddenly remembered. When he returned to the small town to pick up his mother and sister from the Messeria area, it was on the eve of the volcano base. I have contacted the coach, and through the equipment of the local empire management agency, he and the coach have also transmitted a piece of information, "but until now, I have not received any contact from the coach. Still, he Are you in trouble over there too?"

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of approaching footsteps, and Cassia opened her eyes, let out a breath, and walked into the hall.

It is just a very ordinary house, and the number of people that can be squeezed in the hall is very limited. Holding bullet-proof shields, fully armed personnel want to move flexibly here, and the number of shots must be limited. And in the eyes of Cassia, the bulletproof shield did not have any effect at this time.

In the hall, as he expected, there were only seven or eight people defending each other. The moment he stepped out of the kitchen, several black muzzles had been aimed at Cassia's head.

Lower your head slightly, the eyes are still vulnerable to the surgeon, and ordinary bullets can easily penetrate them directly into the brain.

Pieces of impact came from all over the body, the clothes suddenly turned into fragments, and the black scales all over the body began to splash with sparks of the canopy. The forward pace became more laborious due to the impact of the bullet, but this did not prevent Cassia from stepping in front of an enemy in a few steps. Before the enemy drew behind him, his left hand grabbed the top of the shield, and then suddenly Press down.

The operation stage and Cassia are not on the same level, even if it is a surgeon, but in a scaly state, Cassia's power is hardly resisted by a surgeon at the same stage.

The shield was pressed directly on the ground, and under the sound of bones, Cassia saw the painful red and white face behind the shield. Then the slight flame of the muzzle covered the face in the next moment.

Picking up the shield, Cassia used it as a weapon. Huge power can turn anything solid into a powerful killing weapon, and the toughness of the shield can meet this requirement. The body moved, Cassia retracted the pistol, holding the shield, and solely relying on her own strength to ram the enemies who were holding the shield.

No one could resist, and the enemy flew up and smashed through the fragile wall. A few seconds later, only Cassia was left in the hall.

Picking up a few steel bombs from the groaning enemies, Cassia opened the lock and walked to the door.

There should be a lot of people gathered in the corridor, Cassia thought, how can they avoid these things? In his eyes, the topography and the number of people seem to be relative. In this kind of housing building, several small groups of people crowded together, it seems not a good thing.

The steel bomb ejected on the wall, and Cassia stood at the door, waiting for the explosion to silence before stepping into the corridor.

The cold wind was still blowing, and the strong smell of gunpowder stimulated Cassia's body, as if she became more excited. But it's not the excitement of being in the battle, but the body is restricted by the restraint, and I get the long-lost sense of ease after liberation. Although the feelings that the suppression tube brings to the body have long been one of the daily feelings of all surgeons, it is difficult to be noticed.

The effect was not what Cassia had imagined, and only a few corpses were left in the aisle. The enemy's cooperation and avoidance speed really meet the defense forces' own standards. And most of these people are surgeons. In the defense army, they are not the elites in the team, but also belong to the special forces.

Now I can still hear the sound of footsteps in the aisle, moving away from here.

"Did you retreat?" Cassia threw the shield and looked at the house behind him: "I hope that after this incident, the management agency of Messeria will compensate you." With this apology~www.ltnovel.com ~Cassia walked to the elevator.

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The sound of the wind whizzed in his ears, and no one could hear anyone chasing up behind him, but Resa and several of his teammates did not dare to reduce their speed.

Until they rushed from the twenty-fourth floor of the building to the first floor, they were relieved at the same time after leaving the building. The footsteps still did not let go, and several people passed through the encirclement and hid behind the salute car used as a shelter before stopping.

"Milton, I want to ask what's going on!" Reza immediately turned on the communicator, very excited, his face flushed. Both fear and anger can be seen from it, "The scaly state is not a surgical development that can be completed by a student in a military school. I think it would be better to contact the Knights."

"And, if we want to trap the prey in the building, our current weapons are not good." Reza did not wait for Milton to answer, and went on to say, "We need heavy weapons and artillery. Call from the Celia garrison!".

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