Steel steam and flame

"Hesslie, they don't have anyone in their hands. Although they don't know where they went, that's what happened later." Cassia turned on the communicator and informed Hesslie of the location of the building where the enemy's temporary foothold was. " There seem to be people in both buildings, and I don’t know if the enemy will change positions after this.”

"Surprise now?" Hessler asked. He saw the woman's final outcome, but he didn't have any thoughts in his heart. This may have become the norm for him. The relationship network within the family seems to be similar to this, it just needs to be cleaner and not violate the above rules.

"No, I think we'll wait until Delya gets here." Cassia walked towards the door, and the window had been shattered into pieces by sniper bullets fired during the call. The attack continued, and the entire house became a target, and the sound of soft footsteps echoed outside the door. It was probably the enemies who had just passed here who were coming from the corridor.

"On the premise of ensuring your own safety, just reduce the number of enemies as much as possible. There is no need to run out of this building, it is better to delay the enemies here, so as not to wait for Delya and the others to come, but the enemies will leave first. If you want to find them at that time, you will waste more time." Cassia walked into the master bedroom, lifted the owner of the house and put it in the corner to prevent him from being hit by random bullets.

Returning to the hall, footsteps echoed in the corridor. Cassia stood in the blind corner of the kitchen, pulled out her pistol, and her breathing calmed down at this moment. Then his heart beat violently, his slightly loose clothes tightened, and fine black scales covered his body. My mood seemed unusually calm at this moment. 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 largely meant that they were still safe.

"But where will it go?" Amidst the sound of metal clashing, the flames from the fire gun penetrated the thin metal door and broke it into pieces. In conjunction with the sniper shooting outside the window, the interior of the house was shot again. Read it again. Several walls were punctured with lines, and bullet holes soon covered the floor of the hall. Immediately, dozens of fist-sized objects poured into the hall, and Cassia naturally closed her eyes, as if listening to beautiful music, leaning against the kitchen wall, listening to the reverberation of the explosions and gunshots.

"Other than myself, who else knows the name of Messelia?" Explosions sounded one after another. The people outside the door had enough ammunition and continued to throw steel-cased bombs and flash bombs for several waves.

"Coach?" Cassia suddenly remembered that when he returned to the small town to pick up his mother and sister in the Mesalia area, it was the eve of leaving for the volcano base. I have contacted Coach Bolei, and through the equipment of the local empire management agency, I and coach Bolei have also transmitted a piece of information, "But until now, I have not received contact from Coach Bolei. Or, he Are you having trouble over there too?”

Her thoughts were interrupted by approaching footsteps. Cassia opened her eyes, exhaled, and walked into the hall.

It's just a very ordinary house, and the number of people that can be squeezed into the lobby is very limited. Holding bulletproof shields, heavily armed personnel want to move flexibly and shoot here, but the number of people must be limited. And in Cassia's eyes, the bulletproof shield has no effect at this time.

As he expected, there were only seven or eight people in the hall defending each other. The moment he stepped out of the kitchen, several dark gun muzzles were already aimed at Cassia's head.

If you lower your head a little, your eyes are still a vulnerable part of the surgeon, and ordinary bullets can easily penetrate them and reach the brain.

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

The surgical stage is not at the same level as Cassia. Even though he is also the surgeon, in the scaly state, Cassia's power is almost not as strong as that of the surgeon at the same stage.

The shield was pressed directly to the ground, and with the sound of bones, Cassia saw the red and white face behind the shield that was red and white due to pain. Then the slight flame from 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 just meet this requirement. His body moved, Cassia retracted his pistol, held his shield, and relied solely on his own strength to collide head-on with the shield-raising enemies.

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

Picking up a few steel-cased bombs from the groaning enemies, Cassia opened the lock and walked towards 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 terrain and the number of people seemed to have a relative relationship. In this kind of housing building, it didn't seem to be a good thing for several small groups of people to be crowded together.

The steel-cased bomb ricocheted off the wall. Cassia stood at the door and waited until the explosion subsided before stepping into the corridor.

The cold wind was still blowing, and the strong smell of gunpowder smoke stimulated Cassia's body, which seemed to become more excited. But it's not the excitement of being in the battle, it's just the long-lost sense of relaxation after the body is restricted by the inhibitory tube and is liberated. Although the sensation brought to the body by the inhibitory tube has long become one of the daily sensations of all surgeons, it is difficult to detect.

The effect did not achieve what Cassia thought, and there were only a few bodies left in the corridor. The enemy's cooperation and evasion speed do meet the standards of the Defense Force itself. And most of these people are surgeons. In the defense force, they are not the elite of the team, but they also belong to the special forces column.

You can still hear the sound of footsteps echoing in the corridor, 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 Mesalia will provide compensation." With this apology, Cassia walked to the elevator. .

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The wind whistled in the ears, and there was no sound of anyone chasing behind them, but Resa and several of his teammates did not dare to slow down their speed at all.

It wasn't until they rushed from the 24th floor to the first floor and exited the building that they breathed a sigh of relief at the same time. Still not letting go, several people passed through the encirclement and hid behind the limo used as a cover before stopping.

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

"Furthermore, if we want to trap prey in a building, our current weapons are not good enough." Ressa continued without waiting for Milton to answer, "We need heavy weapons and artillery. If the defense forces don't have them, we can get them from May immediately." Call the Celia garrison!"