In the small town on the banks of the Isar River in central Bavaria.
This small town where there are no foreigners all year round, people from Europe and around the world are rarely gathered.
They come from different countries and even have completely different skin colors.
But at this moment they were wearing uniform T-shirts, holding up slogans with the same central idea, and surrounding a institute shouting slogans of different languages.
Open the institute!
Stop inhumane experiments immediately!
Free all experimenters!Disclose the experimental details!
……
In order to maintain order, the Bavarian government had to draw police forces from Munich to support local police and pull up a yellow seal in front of the institute's door to remind angry protesters that there was a private territory ahead.
However, the protesters did not buy it. The uncooperative attitude of the institute made them feel more and more that there was something wrong with it, and the police's partial attitude made them smell the shady smell.
They simply set up tents on the way outside the institute and broadcast their protests live on their mobile phones.
More and more humanitarian fighters came here from Germany, Europe, and the entire world to join their protests.
As the protests intensified, the director of the institute, who was originally calm, could no longer sit still.
In order to calm people's anger, he risked his life to stand behind the wall, raised his trumpet and began to shout to the crowd in sweat.
…All our research is within the framework of law, and any rumor about the institute's human experiments and brainwashing techniques is stupid and ridiculous…Farke!
However, before he could finish his words, a brick as big as a fist flew over from the crowd.
A young man with a baseball cap gestured his middle finger to him who bent down to avoid him.
Within two seconds, the young man was caught by the policeman who rushed forward and put on handcuffs and pressed towards the police car.
When the young man was detained, the police clashed with the crowd, and the push and dispute made the scene extremely chaotic.
In this chaotic gap, peaceful demonstrations began to gradually evolve towards violent conflict, with garbage and bricks crossing the courtyard wall one after another and greeting the police and police cars.
He hugged his waist to avoid the smashed bricks, and the director of the research institute retreated to the rear under the escort of the explosion-proof shield.
Fark!Are these people crazy?
As soon as he returned to the institute, the director of the institute named Carol cursed fiercely and threw the horn in his hand aside.
He had cursed that Steven countless times in his heart, because of the betrayal of the unknown, and now the entire 7th Institute has fallen into a whirlpool of public opinion.
You should be glad that the bricks were flying in. I just found the molten bottle in the crowd, although the guy hesitated and did not ignite it in the end.When I served in Iraq, I encountered this kind of thing, and if it was glued a little, it could burn you to char.Putting the explosion-proof shield aside, the mercenary quipped.
Carol squinted the mercenary, hummed, and sorted out his messy collar.
Be optimistic about your position, if that mob rushes in, you know what the outcome will be.
They couldn't rush in.The mercenary shrugged and patted the pistol on his waist. They stepped over the door and we fired.
Just as Carol walked into the institute, several vans were parked at the entrance of a restaurant that was temporarily closed two streets away.
More than a dozen men in thick coats that were out of the way to the season walked off the van, carrying guitars or carrying suitcases, walked quickly into the restaurant and brought the door.
Almost at the same time, on a small hill a kilometer away, a canvas bag was thrown on the weed mud.
A young woman took off her sunglasses from her nose and skillfully removed the parts from her bag.
Within a minute, the ghost sniper rifle, which emitted a cold air, appeared in her hand.
Leaning on the ground, she opened the bracket, and adjusted the secret position of the sniper lens. She reached out and tapped gently at the earlobe.
The ghost is in place and can start anytime.
In the restaurant one kilometer away, more than a dozen rebel soldiers had already put on black hoods.
The leader of the rebel army had a magazine on his card, pulled the bolt of the rifle in his hand, and a blazing flames burned in his pupils.
Now, start.
……
Just as the police pushed the young man into front of the police car under the pressure of the protesters, the young man suddenly lowered his head and threw himself to the ground.
The riot police surrounded him and before they could react, they were about to reach out to pull him, when dense gunfire came from the crowd and hit them like raindrops.
The crowd screamed and fled in scattered ways, and the already chaotic scene completely collapsed.
He was hit by several bullets, and his police uniform was soaked in blood. The police chief leaned against the car and pointed a pistol at the crowd. However, because he could not aim at the militants, he finally spitted bloody spit, pulled the trigger a few times in the sky, and cursed angrily.
These damn beasts...
The mercenaries in the fence rushed to the nearest bunker and took over the automatic weapon thrown from their comrades behind them.
There are mechanical exoskeletons inside the institute, but no one would be willing to wear that bulky thing on duty. Now they can only rely on bunkers and these gun-carrying mobs to delay time and wait for support from the rear to react.
This shouldn't be difficult, if there were just a bunch of ordinary mobs outside.
The automatic rifle was no different from a fire stick in their hands... The mercenary who took the lead made a gesture to his comrades behind him, leaned against the cover behind him and thought.
However, he did not have time to ease the atmosphere and said this to his comrades behind him.
Whoosh!
Without any warning, a bullet lifted his skull.
In everyone's eyes, this NATO veteran who walked down from the Iraq battlefield, had brain mixed with blood spilled all over the concrete floor behind him.
Sniper!
The deputy captain immediately took over the command, pressed his head tightly against the wall, and shouted at his squad.
Looking for bunker!Bury your head in Farke!
Another bullet came, and the shooter crawling on the roof fell down together with the sniper rifle in his hand. Now they were completely suppressed by the sniper rifle behind the cover.
The fire exchange between the rebels and the police was soon over. The equipment in the hands of those policemen were nothing more than pistols, explosion-proof shields, and tear gas. No one expected that such a situation would happen. When they were sent here from Munich, they thought it was just ordinary stability maintenance.
Smoke bomb!
The mercenary lying behind the bunker threw out the smoke bomb in his hands, and the thick smoke quickly covered the battlefield at the door.
Crawling on the hill one kilometer away, the Eastern European beauty curled a sneer on the corner of her mouth, reached out and gently pressed the sniper lens, and the red dot that marked the source of life appeared on the sniper lens.
After budgeting to measure in advance, she pulled the trigger to the target that began to move.
This small town where there are no foreigners all year round, people from Europe and around the world are rarely gathered.
They come from different countries and even have completely different skin colors.
But at this moment they were wearing uniform T-shirts, holding up slogans with the same central idea, and surrounding a institute shouting slogans of different languages.
Open the institute!
Stop inhumane experiments immediately!
Free all experimenters!Disclose the experimental details!
……
In order to maintain order, the Bavarian government had to draw police forces from Munich to support local police and pull up a yellow seal in front of the institute's door to remind angry protesters that there was a private territory ahead.
However, the protesters did not buy it. The uncooperative attitude of the institute made them feel more and more that there was something wrong with it, and the police's partial attitude made them smell the shady smell.
They simply set up tents on the way outside the institute and broadcast their protests live on their mobile phones.
More and more humanitarian fighters came here from Germany, Europe, and the entire world to join their protests.
As the protests intensified, the director of the institute, who was originally calm, could no longer sit still.
In order to calm people's anger, he risked his life to stand behind the wall, raised his trumpet and began to shout to the crowd in sweat.
…All our research is within the framework of law, and any rumor about the institute's human experiments and brainwashing techniques is stupid and ridiculous…Farke!
However, before he could finish his words, a brick as big as a fist flew over from the crowd.
A young man with a baseball cap gestured his middle finger to him who bent down to avoid him.
Within two seconds, the young man was caught by the policeman who rushed forward and put on handcuffs and pressed towards the police car.
When the young man was detained, the police clashed with the crowd, and the push and dispute made the scene extremely chaotic.
In this chaotic gap, peaceful demonstrations began to gradually evolve towards violent conflict, with garbage and bricks crossing the courtyard wall one after another and greeting the police and police cars.
He hugged his waist to avoid the smashed bricks, and the director of the research institute retreated to the rear under the escort of the explosion-proof shield.
Fark!Are these people crazy?
As soon as he returned to the institute, the director of the institute named Carol cursed fiercely and threw the horn in his hand aside.
He had cursed that Steven countless times in his heart, because of the betrayal of the unknown, and now the entire 7th Institute has fallen into a whirlpool of public opinion.
You should be glad that the bricks were flying in. I just found the molten bottle in the crowd, although the guy hesitated and did not ignite it in the end.When I served in Iraq, I encountered this kind of thing, and if it was glued a little, it could burn you to char.Putting the explosion-proof shield aside, the mercenary quipped.
Carol squinted the mercenary, hummed, and sorted out his messy collar.
Be optimistic about your position, if that mob rushes in, you know what the outcome will be.
They couldn't rush in.The mercenary shrugged and patted the pistol on his waist. They stepped over the door and we fired.
Just as Carol walked into the institute, several vans were parked at the entrance of a restaurant that was temporarily closed two streets away.
More than a dozen men in thick coats that were out of the way to the season walked off the van, carrying guitars or carrying suitcases, walked quickly into the restaurant and brought the door.
Almost at the same time, on a small hill a kilometer away, a canvas bag was thrown on the weed mud.
A young woman took off her sunglasses from her nose and skillfully removed the parts from her bag.
Within a minute, the ghost sniper rifle, which emitted a cold air, appeared in her hand.
Leaning on the ground, she opened the bracket, and adjusted the secret position of the sniper lens. She reached out and tapped gently at the earlobe.
The ghost is in place and can start anytime.
In the restaurant one kilometer away, more than a dozen rebel soldiers had already put on black hoods.
The leader of the rebel army had a magazine on his card, pulled the bolt of the rifle in his hand, and a blazing flames burned in his pupils.
Now, start.
……
Just as the police pushed the young man into front of the police car under the pressure of the protesters, the young man suddenly lowered his head and threw himself to the ground.
The riot police surrounded him and before they could react, they were about to reach out to pull him, when dense gunfire came from the crowd and hit them like raindrops.
The crowd screamed and fled in scattered ways, and the already chaotic scene completely collapsed.
He was hit by several bullets, and his police uniform was soaked in blood. The police chief leaned against the car and pointed a pistol at the crowd. However, because he could not aim at the militants, he finally spitted bloody spit, pulled the trigger a few times in the sky, and cursed angrily.
These damn beasts...
The mercenaries in the fence rushed to the nearest bunker and took over the automatic weapon thrown from their comrades behind them.
There are mechanical exoskeletons inside the institute, but no one would be willing to wear that bulky thing on duty. Now they can only rely on bunkers and these gun-carrying mobs to delay time and wait for support from the rear to react.
This shouldn't be difficult, if there were just a bunch of ordinary mobs outside.
The automatic rifle was no different from a fire stick in their hands... The mercenary who took the lead made a gesture to his comrades behind him, leaned against the cover behind him and thought.
However, he did not have time to ease the atmosphere and said this to his comrades behind him.
Whoosh!
Without any warning, a bullet lifted his skull.
In everyone's eyes, this NATO veteran who walked down from the Iraq battlefield, had brain mixed with blood spilled all over the concrete floor behind him.
Sniper!
The deputy captain immediately took over the command, pressed his head tightly against the wall, and shouted at his squad.
Looking for bunker!Bury your head in Farke!
Another bullet came, and the shooter crawling on the roof fell down together with the sniper rifle in his hand. Now they were completely suppressed by the sniper rifle behind the cover.
The fire exchange between the rebels and the police was soon over. The equipment in the hands of those policemen were nothing more than pistols, explosion-proof shields, and tear gas. No one expected that such a situation would happen. When they were sent here from Munich, they thought it was just ordinary stability maintenance.
Smoke bomb!
The mercenary lying behind the bunker threw out the smoke bomb in his hands, and the thick smoke quickly covered the battlefield at the door.
Crawling on the hill one kilometer away, the Eastern European beauty curled a sneer on the corner of her mouth, reached out and gently pressed the sniper lens, and the red dot that marked the source of life appeared on the sniper lens.
After budgeting to measure in advance, she pulled the trigger to the target that began to move.
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