Wan Yuli's 2d Travels

"That's true……"

The girls left the office chatting and laughing, and at this moment, above the vast ocean and the boundless sky, the sharp sword belonging to "orthodox human beings" pierced North America, which was still calm on the surface at this moment.

Chapter 170 160. Put on the soul of the sea and get on the plane, airborne to Los Angeles tonight

Paris, France, a world-renowned city that is still brilliant under the ravages of gastroenterology, is now under full martial law.

Ordinary citizens were evacuated to nearby cities, and then a large number of soldiers wearing different styles of military uniforms and speaking different regional languages ​​became the masters of the city.

In this world war, Paris, as the closest city to the "gastric organism infected", had the honor to become the former enemy headquarters of the United Army and a material transfer point for hundreds of thousands of troops.

The luxury cars and buses that can be seen everywhere on the streets of Paris disappeared without a trace after the outbreak of the war, and the military trucks and armored vehicles that drove past from time to time made the tense atmosphere permeate every corner of the city.

But today, a convoy of three cars with retro styling and exquisite decoration drove through the streets of Paris, somewhat bringing a touch of color to the city.

"No matter how you look at it, there is nothing like 'order and order' here...the polite French have also fallen."

The old man with a kind face and intellectual eyes looked out the window and couldn't help sighing.

"Professor, you have to know that there are not many French people in this city. Even in the most luxurious hotels, you can only see bounty hunters and policemen who are drunk and smelly... oh , but the situation over there is indeed a little too much."

The young attendant followed the professor's line of sight and saw several muscular men dressed like Rambo kicking and beating a petite girl.

The girl was rolling under the wall, bleeding from her mouth and nose.If she wasn't the "cursed child", she might have been beaten to death long ago... But it's probably because of the iconic red pupils that brought her such an indiscriminate disaster.

"I'll ask the people behind to discipline them."

The young attendant knew that the professor never liked to see such scenes of abuse, so he cleverly picked up the walkie-talkie and was about to give orders to the bodyguards in the car behind.

"Forget it, forget it Peter."

The professor held the attendant's arm with a white gloved hand:

"Although what happened to that girl made me extremely sad, in comparison, it is better to let the policemen who are under pressure relax... After all, thanks to the lunatics on the other side of the ocean, everyone is living in a life that may change at any time. In the shadow of 'Red Eyes'. In this case, it can be forgiven for letting their fellow clan suffer a little bit... If we try to stop it, maybe they will use force against us instead. What do you think?"

"Of course, everything is done according to the professor's wishes."

The attendant replied somewhat stammeringly.

"very good."

The professor smiled kindly and pulled down the curtains on the window.

The atrocities that are happening outside have been cut off from this luxurious convoy.

The young attendant sat restlessly on the leather seat, peeking at the tragedy over there through the rearview mirror from time to time, and felt guilty from the bottom of his heart for the tragedy outside the car.

As a soldier of his "New World Creation Project", he could easily stop those thugs.

But he couldn't do that because he was the professor's bodyguard, and the professor, or the head of the Wuxiang Club, Albrecht Grünewald, didn't want him to do it.

There was a faint gunshot outside the car, and then everything fell silent.

Luxurious retro cars still drive smoothly on the road.

Sandbags and roadblocks were piled up at the intersection ahead, and an armored vehicle was parked in the middle.

Of course, the convoy was not stopped at all, the soldiers raised the barricades, and the three cars passed the checkpoint without slowing down.

"Professor, after passing this intersection is the headquarters of the United Army. Shall we first call on the Commander of the United Army, Your Excellency General Reinhardt?"

"no need."

Seemingly because he was far away from the bloody incident just now, Grünewald opened the curtain again, and the warm sunlight came in:

"Those people and the hole cards in their hands are nothing more than discarded cards that have already been played in my opinion... Besides, I'm not interested in those people playing hide-and-seek games with remote-controlled soldiers and gastro-gut creatures."

"Then let's go..."

Before the attendant finished speaking, he was interrupted by Grünewald:

"Look for a quiet place to live. For the elderly, a lunch break is very necessary... Besides,"

He glanced at the attendant meaningfully:

"You're also one of the works I'm proud of. It's too insignificant to accompany an old man around as a whole. So, please go to Calais as a backup force for the special forces."

The young attendant was slightly taken aback, then bowed to salute.

Although the professor's words were peaceful from beginning to end, as a wise man, he knew that he had been relegated.

Maybe it was because of the hesitation just now, or maybe it was just because of the professor's moodiness, but the final result was that he had to leave the relatively peaceful rear and plunge into the battle with unknown prospects.

But the so-called reserve force, the young attendants have also heard of it, seems to be secretly organized by the professor, a reserve team for beheading operations?

Putting the pistol into the holster and stuffing the dagger into the boot, the young attendant bowed to Professor Grünewald and jumped out of the car.

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Meanwhile, over the Pacific Ocean.

"'Dark Stalker', I want to know, what is the success rate of this plan?"

The strong man over two meters tall put down the task briefing in his hand, and looked at the smiling young man with a worried expression:

"If the feigning force succeeds in attracting the opponent's attention, and the 50 people in Mushroom in the British Isles now restrain the opponent's main force, there is probably a [-]% chance."

Code-named "Dark Stalker", the young man with a warm smile all the time, Siji Youhe, straightened his collar nonchalantly, and said to the strong man.

"Even if everything goes according to the professor's plan, it's only [-]-[-]...?"

The strong man, Luyue Shiwu, codenamed "Swordtail Fish", smacked his lips and said unhappily.

Yuhe ignored his complaints, but glanced at the cabin where he was in with flickering eyes.

In addition to himself and "Swordtail Fish", there are more than a dozen other people, ranging from old people to Zhengtai, but they all exude a strong sense of presence.

Youhe knew that these people were either the elites that Wuxiang Club had recruited over the years, or they were the products of the "New World Creation Project", in short, they were all killing weapons full of loyalty points.

At the same time, it also has a strong concealment—although most of them are murderous guys, they don't have the rigid and iron-blooded aura of soldiers, and the Boeing 787 they are flying on belongs to the fourth The plane of Roman Empire Airlines was originally used as an evacuation operation, but they were detained by them to carry out the infiltration plan.

In fact, the Wuxiang Society organized multiple forces to carry out a surprise attack plan:

The first route is to send troops through disguised merchant ships and ocean-going submarines. The task is to attack the coastal settlements of the empire to achieve the effect of attracting firepower. The main force of this part of the army is the special forces of various countries in the world, such as the French "Foreign Legion" .

The second way is to use a temporary carrier rocket to send a special force into space, and then directly break into the airspace of Los Angeles, guest starship paratroopers - this team is mainly composed of passionate and top-ranked policemen,

Of course, their role is also a cover-up.

The third route is the camouflaged airliner where the direct descendants of Yuhe and Wu Xianghui belong. According to the professor's idea, no matter how resourceful the Emperor Trump is, he can "see through" the first commando team and "reconnaissance" the second After passing the commando, they will inevitably relax their vigilance and use the policemen who descended from space as the main force of the surprise attack, and Yuhe and others who set off later can turn the purple palace where the emperor is into a rubble.

However, in the face of the "Thunder Temple" that once eliminated Stage 100 with a single blow and destroyed ballistic missiles with a [-]% interception rate, can such a plan really be implemented?

Just as Yuhe was thinking, the piercing voice of the swordtail fish sounded again:

"Hey, I heard that the kid 'Guiwa' was killed, so you didn't say anything?"

There is provocation in his words:

"I heard that guy's strength is comparable to yours, but he was cut by the blade of a heartless woman? As a direct descendant of the professor, if your level is only this level, I dare not hand over my back to you." you."

With Youhe's personality, he naturally wouldn't let this kind of clown-like guy continue to be embarrassed, not to mention that Guiwa can be regarded as his talkative friend.But before he could refute, all the screens on the passenger plane were put down, and at the same time, a paragraph of text written in Japanese, Russian, and English lit up on all the screens:

[Wear Shanghai Soul on the plane and land in Los Angeles tonight. 】

Pretty ridiculous line, but everyone didn't laugh.

Because this means that the first and second armies, which are feigned troops, have already started fighting.

And from this moment on, they will also step into the land full of enemies to carry out the task of narrowly dying.

Chapter 171 161. Lowering

Even with the qualities of a professional agent, Andrey Rydvedev is still disgusted with his current state.

He is from Belarus, and Belarus is the country that was ravaged ten years ago by Libra, a five-stage gastroenterologist with the title of "Plague King".

After that, Ridvedev, who lost his motherland, joined the Russian special forces, and once served as the instructor of the "Witch Troop" composed entirely of "cursed sons", and then changed his job to infiltrate other countries to execute spies mission agent.

Stirring conflicts among various countries and inhabited areas, triggering battles, and finally achieving the goal of weakening these countries - Ridvedev, who lost his motherland, was very enthusiastic about such work until he and his subordinates were transferred Sent to the forefront of this world war.

When he thought that the separatist work he was proud of was just a chess piece inadvertently manipulated by the "Five Xianghui", Ridvedev became furious, and what made him even more unbearable was that he and his wife were now in a relationship. This ghost animal vehicle that his companion is in.

The basic shape is an enlarged version of the Soyuz launch vehicle, and since a rocket needs to carry 20 to [-] people and the corresponding armed forces, it is naturally impossible for Ridvedev and others to have complete facilities like astronauts. The spaceship sits, but like a pendant, it is very neatly placed in the center of the rocket.

Well, from this point of view, the Wuxiang Club and the Russian authorities are quite concerned. The central part of the rocket was hollowed out, and individual-level small rocket cockpits were specially prepared for their assault teams. When they reach the skies over the Americas, they can fly out of the Soyuz in the rocket cabin in the posture of a goddess, and then find out how to land on their own.

Well, if it is said that there is a [-]% chance of success in the Sijiyouhe route, then Dvedev can be sure that it is a miracle that he can successfully fly over others in this route.

However, as the so-called military order is like a mountain, if the psychopath caused by the fall of the motherland is removed, Ridvedev is still a good boss, so when he heard that he was going to draw people from his team to participate in this suicide attack, he took the initiative He stood up, took several other subordinates who volunteered, boarded the launch vehicle, and started a combat mission that would be immortal or laughable.

"It's just... I'm going to trouble you again this time... Yulia."

The huge inertia of the rocket during the flight almost pushed Ridvedev into his seat, and it took him a lot of effort to say a complete sentence.He reluctantly turned his head and looked at his long-time partner, the cheetah-type starter with IP ranking 77, Yulia Kochenkova.

The child cooperated happily with him, and the two even established a kind of father-daughter friendship in the flames of war. It was precisely because of this relationship that Yulia volunteered to embark on the journey with him without having to participate in the battle. This flying iron coffin.

"Captain, don't blame yourself, because I only follow your orders."

The clean, military-like answer, as well as the disproportionate, somewhat infantile voice, came from the position beside Ridvedev.

It's a pity that in this Soviet-style cockpit, Ridvedev couldn't even see the other person's face, only a few strands of silver hair protruding from the edge of the seat, reflecting the light under the emergency lights.

The temperature inside the rocket gradually increased, and Ridvedev felt that his battle suit was soaked, even giving him the illusion of flying directly into the sun:

"Tsk... is everyone okay?"

With smoke coming out of his throat, he asked his subordinates in the same cabin, and got some answers sparsely.

"Julia, everything is fine."

"Max... is doing well."

"Rochesky, God bless you today too!"

"This is Misha, I want a bottle of vodka."