Chapter 1041: Gunshots in Bavaria
In central Bavaria, in a small town on the Isar River.
This small town, where no foreigners are seen all year round, is now a rare gathering of people from Europe and even the world. They come from different countries and even have completely different skin colors. But at this moment, they were wearing uniform T-shirts, holding high slogans with the same central idea, and gathered in front of a research institute shouting slogans in different languages.
"Open the institute!"
"Stop the inhuman experiments immediately!"
"Release all experimenters! Reveal the details of the experiment!"
"..."
In order to maintain order, the Bavarian state government had to dispatch police forces from Munich to support the local police and put up a yellow seal in front of the institute to remind the angry demonstrators that the front was private property.
However, the demonstrators did not buy it. The institute's uncooperative attitude made them increasingly feel that there was something behind it, and the police's partial attitude made them smell a shady secret. They simply set up tents on the road outside the institute and broadcast their protests live on their mobile phones.
More and more humanitarian fighters are coming here from Germany, Europe, and even the whole 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 and stood behind the wall. He raised a loudspeaker and started shouting to the crowd while sweating profusely.
"... All our research is within the framework of the law, and any rumors about the institute conducting research on human experiments and brainwashing techniques are stupid and ridiculous... Fak!"
However, before he finished speaking, a brick as big as a fist flew over from the crowd. A young man wearing a baseball cap gave him a domineering middle finger as he bent down to avoid it. Within two seconds, the young man was detained by a swarm of police officers, handcuffed and pushed towards the police car.
While detaining the young man, the police clashed with the crowd, and the pushing and arguing made the scene extremely chaotic. In this chaotic moment, the peaceful demonstration began to gradually turn into violent conflicts. Garbage and bricks were thrown over the courtyard wall one after another, and were greeted by the police and police cars.
Ducking down to avoid the incoming bricks, the director of the institute retreated to the rear under the escort of an explosion-proof shield.
"Fake! Are these people so crazy?"
Just returned to the research institute,
The director of the institute named Carroll cursed fiercely and threw the trumpet aside.
He had cursed that Steven countless times in his heart. Because of that unknown man's betrayal, the entire 7th Research Institute had now fallen into a whirlpool of public opinion.
"You should be lucky that the flying bricks were bricks. I just found the incendiary flask in the crowd, although the guy hesitated and didn't light it in the end. I encountered this kind of thing when I served in Iraq. As long as it is stuck on Just a little bit, and it can burn your entire body into coke." Putting the blast shield aside, the mercenary joked.
Carol glanced sideways at the mercenary, snorted, and straightened the messy collar.
"Watch your position carefully. If you let that group of thugs rush in, you know what will happen."
"They can't break in," the mercenary shrugged and patted the pistol on his waist. "When they cross that door, we'll shoot."
Just as Carol was walking into the institute, several vans parked in front of a closed restaurant two streets away. A dozen men wearing thick coats that were incompatible with the season stepped out of the van, carrying guitars or suitcases on their backs, walked quickly into the restaurant, and closed the door.
Almost at the same time, a canvas bag was thrown on the overgrown mud on a hillside one kilometer away. A young woman took off her sunglasses from her nose and deftly took out the parts from her bag.
Within a minute, the ghost sniper rifle exuding a cold air appeared in her hand.
Lying on the ground, opening the stand, and adjusting the sniper scope's tight position, she reached out and tapped her earlobe lightly.
"The ghosts are already in place and ready to begin."
In a restaurant one kilometer away, a dozen rebel soldiers had already put on black hoods.
The leader of the resistance jammed the magazine and cocked the bolt of the rifle in his hand, with blazing flames burning in his pupils.
"Start now."
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Just when the police resisted the pressure of the demonstrators and pushed the young man in front of the police car, the young man suddenly lowered his head and fell to the ground. The riot police surrounding him didn't realize what was going on. Just as they were about to reach out to pull him, intensive gunshots came from the crowd and hit them like raindrops.
The crowd screamed and fled, and the originally chaotic scene completely collapsed.
He was shot several times and his police uniform was soaked with blood. The sergeant leading the team leaned against the car and pointed his pistol at the crowd. However, because he could not aim at the militants, he finally spit out bloody spit and pointed his pistol at the sky. He fired the trigger several times and cursed angrily at the same time.
"These damn beasts..."
The mercenaries inside the wall rushed to the nearest bunker immediately and took the automatic weapons thrown from their comrades behind them. There is a mechanical exoskeleton in the research institute, but no one is willing to wear that bulky thing on duty. Now they can only rely on the bunker and these gun-toting mobs to delay time, waiting for the support of their comrades from the rear.
This shouldn't be difficult, if it's just a bunch of ordinary thugs out there.
The automatic rifles in their hands are no different from fire sticks... The leading mercenary thought as he leaned on the bunker behind him after making a gesture to his comrades behind him to prepare for an attack. However, in the end, he did not have time to say these words to ease the atmosphere to his comrades behind him——
——Whoosh!
Without any warning, a bullet ripped open his skull. In the eyes of everyone, this NATO veteran who walked off the battlefield in Iraq had his brain mixed with blood scattered on the cement floor behind him.
"Sniper!"
The vice-captain immediately took over the command, pressed his head against the wall, and roared at his team.
"Search for cover! Keep your head down—Fake!"
With another bullet, the shooter who was crawling on the roof fell down together with the sniper rifle in his hand. Now they were completely suppressed behind the bunker by the sniper rifle.
The exchange of fire between the rebels and the police ended quickly. The equipment in the hands of the police was only pistols, anti-riot shields, and tear gas. No one expected that such a situation would happen. When they were sent here from Munich, they were still Thought it was just an ordinary maintenance of stability.
"smoke bomb!"
The mercenary lying behind the bunker threw the smoke bomb in his hand, and the thick smoke quickly obscured the battlefield at the door.
Clinging on a hill one kilometer away, the Eastern European beauty had a sneer on her lips. She stretched out her hand and pressed lightly on the sniper scope. The red dot marking the source of life appeared on the sniper scope. After budgeting for the lead time, she pulled the trigger on the moving target.
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