Super Trick or Treat System

"The bettors will stop them," a woman next to me said suspiciously. Hazy rises above the treetops.

Then suddenly, we saw a thick smoke from the river in the distance, and a cloud of smoke went into the air and hung down. The ground was stepped on by a foot, and the violent explosion shook the air and smashed two or three windows of nearby houses, which surprised us.

"They're here!" shouted a man in a blue jersey. "Did Yeah see them?!"

Soon, one, one, two, three, four armored Martians appeared one after another, far above the small tree, across the flat grass extending towards Chertsey, and hurried towards the river. At first they looked like a small fairing, rolling as fast as a flying bird.

Then, leaning forward one-fifth towards us. As they swept forward quickly over the guns, the armored corpses glistened in the sun, and as they got closer, their size increased rapidly. The one on the far left is the most remote place. It is flying high above the ground. The ghostly and terrifying heat rays I have seen on Friday night rushed towards Chelsea and hit the town.

Seeing these strange, swift and terrifying creatures, it seemed to me that the crowd near the water's edge panicked. No screaming or shouting, but silence. Then the hoarse noise and foot movement-splashing out of the water. A man, too scared to fall off his shoulder, turned around, and got me from the corner of the horn. A woman rushed at me with her hand and rushed over. I turned around in the rush of people, but I was not as scared as I thought. Terrible heat rays are in my heart. Go into the water! That's it!

"Into the water!" I shouted, ignoring it.

I turned around again, rushed towards the coming Martian, washed down the gravel beach, and went straight to the water. The same goes for others. When I rushed past, a large group of people flinched. The rocks under my feet were wet and slippery, and the river water was so low that I only ran twenty feet with almost no waist. Then, when the Martian stood on top of his head almost a few hundred yards away, I jumped under the ground. The splashing of people on the boat jumping into the river sounded like thunder in my ears. People hurriedly landed on both sides of the river. However, at the moment when people run in this way, the Martian machine does not notice much more than a person feels more attentive to the chaos in the nest where the ants kicked. When half asphyxiated

After a while, it was on the bank of the river, striding forward. The knees of its forelegs bend on the further bank of the river, and after a while, it rises to full height again, near the village of Shepperton. Subsequently, six guns hidden outside the village on the right bank unknown to anyone fired at the same time. Sudden concussion, the last tremor made my heart beat. When the first shell exploded six yards above the hood, the monster was already lifting the box that produced heat rays.

I was taken aback. I can see nothing, there are no other four Martian monsters. My attention is focused on the most recent incident. At the same time, the other two shells exploded in the air near the body, and the hood was twisted in time to receive but not avoid the fourth bomb in time.

The shell cracked on the east and west surfaces. The hood was bulging and flickering, tormented by twelve pieces of red meat and sparkling metal fragments.

"Hit!" I yelled, between screaming and cheering.

I heard people in the water shouting to me. The momentary ecstasy made me jump out of the water.

The beheaded colossus resembles a drunkard-like giant. But it did not fall. It miraculously restored its balance and stopped paying attention to its footsteps, but the camera emitting heat rays was now firmly supported, and it quickly rushed towards Shepperton. The killed creatures, the Martians in the hood were killed and splashed into the four winds of heaven. What is now is just a simple device of rotating and destroying metal. It travels in a straight line and cannot be guided. It hit the tower of Shepperton Church and smashed it, just like the impact that a hammer might cause. It turned aside, knocked down violently, and poured into a river that I couldn't see with great force.

The violent explosion shook the air, and a stream of water, steam, mud and broken metal sprayed into the sky. When the heat ray camera hits water, the water instantly flashes into steam. After a while, a huge wave, like a muddy tide hole, but almost hot, swept the upper curve. I saw people struggling to shore, and heard their faint screams and shouts in the boiling and roaring of Mars crashing.

For a while, I didn't notice anything, and forgot the patent requirement for self-protection. I splashed out of the turbulent water and pushed a black man away to do so until I saw the turn. Half a dozen unmanned boats dive aimlessly in the chaos of the waves. Fallen Martians can be seen on the other side of the river, mostly submerged.

Thick steam clouds gushing from the wreckage. Through the turbulent vortex, I can vaguely see the huge limbs churning the water and spraying splashing mud and foam into the air. The tentacles swayed and slammed like living arms. Apart from the helplessness of these movements, it seemed that some injured things were struggling to live in the waves. Large amounts of red-brown fluid ejected from the noisy jet of the machine.

The roar of anger diverted my attention from the hustle and bustle of death, like the sound of a police siren in our manufacturing town. A man sunk his knees near the trailing path, shouted at me and pointed out. Looking back, I saw other Martians striding along the river bank from Chelsea's direction. This time Shepperton's gunfire was useless.

At that time, I hid in the water, holding my breath until the movement became painful, making painful mistakes under the water as much as I could. The water was commotion around me and it became hotter and hotter.

When I lifted my head to breathe, and flicked my hair and water from my eyes, the steam rose in the whirling white mist, completely hiding the Martian at first. The noise is deafening. Then I saw them dimly, huge gray figures, magnified by the fog. As they passed by me, two people were bent over the frothy, turbulent ruins of their comrades.

The third and fourth were standing next to him in the water, about two hundred yards away from me, and the other facing Lalem. The generator of heat rays was waving high, and the hissing beams scattered in this way.

The air was full of sounds, deafening, confusing noises—the hustle and bustle of Martians, houses collapsed, trees, fences, huts flashing flames, and hoarse fire roars. Thick black smoke leaped up, blending with the steam in the river, and flying back and forth over Weybridge with the heat rays. Its impact was characterized by the flickering of the white light of the incandescent lamp, which immediately produced a black smoke-like smoke dance. . The houses closer to them were still intact, waiting for fate, dark, faint, and pale, with fires flying around behind them.

Maybe for a while, I stood in the almost boiling water with my chest high, shocked by my position, unable to escape. Through the lens, I can see the people who are with me in the river crawling out of the water from the reeds, like a little frog rushing through the grass from the front of a person, or running back and forth on the trail.

Then, suddenly, a white flash of heat ray flew towards me. The house melted and collapsed when touched, and spewed flames. The trees caught fire from roaring. The ray flickered back and forth on the trailing path, licked away the people running along the road, and then fell to the water's edge less than fifty yards from me. It swept across the river to Shepperton, and the water in its trail rose in a boiling snack filled with steam. I turned to the shore.

At another moment, a huge wave just at the boiling point swept across me. I screamed loudly, burned, half blinded, and miserable, and I leaped to the shore with the hissing water crisscrossing. If my foot trips, it will be the end. Ignoring the Martian, I fell helplessly on the wide, bare gravel spit, the traces of the spit marking the angle between Wei and the Thames. I didn't expect anything but death.

I still remember the fall of a Martian’s foot. It fell within a few yards of my head, drove straight into the loose gravel, whirled in this way, and then lifted again. A long suspense, and then four things with the wreckage of their comrades in arms, are now clear, and now they pass through a cloud of smoke, and now they are faintly disappeared. In my opinion, this is in a vast river and The grass gradually faded. Then I realized very slowly that I had miraculously escaped.

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