Chapter 1,499 The End of the Resistance Army

? Colorado, night falls slowly.

Armed rebel soldiers patrol the mountain road.

Next to the cave entrance at the foot of the mountain, a military green Hummer was heard.

Walking to the Hummer, Oliver lit a cigarette and looked at the man standing next to the car and asked.

"How's it going with Carlson?"

"No news yet. With Jamie helping him, there should be no problem. I bet they are escaping from New York City now... or not. The signal here is too poor. I can't do it over there in Texas. It's not like this." Sitting on the hood of the military green Hummer, the shirtless Texas guy threw his cell phone into the car angrily.

The man sitting in the car opened one eye, then slowly closed it again, and continued to rest with his eyes closed.

Oliver started to smoke his second cigarette, repeatedly looking at the satellite phone in his hand.

According to his agreement with Kain Jie, they would have a phone call with him regardless of success or failure. However, the strange thing is that now it is already day and night, but there is still no news at all from New York.

There was a faint feeling in his heart that something was wrong, and at this moment, a figure appeared in Oliver's sight.

Almost subconsciously, he and the Texan next to him picked up the rifles next to them at the same time and aimed at the figure running up from the path.

Seeing this, the man hurriedly raised his hands and shouted in a low voice.

"Don't shoot! We're one of our own!"

"It's Fielding." The Texas guy put away his rifle and gestured to Oliver next to him, "One of our own."

At this moment, Oliver also noticed the visitor and put away the rifle in his hand. However, after seeing the scratches on his clothes and his embarrassed appearance, he frowned slightly.

"Why are you in such a hurry? I remember you went to Denver to meet Eris? Why are you back -"

"Bad news!" Breathing heavily, Fielding bent down and propped up his knees, and said out of breath, "Eris..."

"What's wrong? Speak clearly." Oliver frowned.

Taking a deep breath,

After steadying his breathing, Fielding paused for about half a minute and continued.

"The Ocean Lake Military Factory was seized by the Star Circle Trade garrison, and Eris Beneath's account was frozen, and he is now wanted across the United States. People who originally supported our cause were frightened, and someone gave me Identity...If I hadn’t run fast, I might have been caught by now!”

"Shet, you're of no use to me other than to run away." The Texas guy grinned and cursed.

Fielding grinned, his expression twisted, and he didn't know whether he was crying or laughing.

"Eris has been discovered, what should we do next?" The man lying in the Humvee opened his eyes and looked at Oliver and asked.

"There are still people in California who are willing to support us, but the premise is that we have to give them hope. Those people don't let the hawk see the rabbit, not to mention that now they have received a lot of benefits from the Star Ring trade, and many people have started Swing, we have to give them hope in liberating America.”

Speaking of this, a cold light flashed in Oliver's eyes.

"Jiang Chen must die. Only if he dies! Only then can we have hope!"

"California coward," the Texan cursed.

"Do you need me to take action?" The man lying in the Hummer put on a baseball cap and sat up from his seat.

Odin, this is his code name, no one knows his real name.

Even Oliver doesn't know much about him. The only thing that is certain is that he is a patriot and he sides with the resistance. At the same time, he is also the strongest person in the resistance and the only person with super powers that Oliver knows.

Even the Texas guy next to him didn't dare to provoke this young man.

Because he never relies on muscles when fighting, his mental power can kill people invisible, and he can even temporarily control a person under mental load, and do simple actions such as shooting and punching.

"Wait a little longer." A trace of hesitation flashed in Oliver's eyes, "If there is no news from Carlson at noon tomorrow."

Curling his lips in disdain, his youthful and frivolous expression undisguised, Odin held the back of his head in his hands and continued to fall on the seat with his eyes closed to meditate.

"I said, if you let me go with you, it wouldn't be so troublesome."

Already, more than a dozen Moro Kingdom and even Star Ring trade soldiers had died in his hands. From Odin's perspective, he has seen himself as the hero in Hollywood blockbusters who saves the United States from the fire. Only he can defeat those invulnerable iron lumps.

However, neither Odin nor Oliver knew anything about true power.

This level of superpower may seem awesome to them, but that's because they have never come into contact with other superpowers. If Jiang Chen could be killed just by relying on the so-called superpower (that is, unlocking the hidden genetic code), then the Black Ship Organization would have succeeded countless times.

What kind of supernatural power has Jiang Chen ever seen?

Not to mention, he himself is standing at the top of the second level, just one step away from the third level.

If Odin had been there at that time, Jiang Chen would have crushed him to death without any more effort than squeezing an ant to death.

At this moment, a light flashed slightly in the sky.

Oliver raised his head, frowned and looked into the air, murmuring.

"what is that?"

what is that?

The same question lingers in the hearts of every resistance soldier.

Having never experienced the Battle of Washington, they thought it was just a meteor shower at first, and then a look of panic gradually appeared on their faces. It wasn't until the square iron coffin hit the entrance of the cave where they stored their weapons, in the center of their position, and they were knocked to the ground by the shock wave, that they realized what it was.

NS-90!

The legendary battlefield cleaner...

There are no civilians here, and those who refuse to surrender are rebel soldiers. Starring Trading "counterinsurgency" for the Americans for free, and Jiang Chen has no intention of leaving anyone alive to embarrass the Trump administration.

Killing them all and subduing them is far more effective than a trial. When those "people with lofty ideals" find that nothing can be done, they will naturally disperse.

Gunfire rang out.

The lines of fire that shuttled freely were connected under the shadow of the mountain forest, and the dots of fire seemed to light up the entire east side of the Rocky Mountains. Almost at the same moment, Star Ring Trading's NS targets launched a simultaneous attack, and more than 500 robots were delivered to the battlefield.

This kind of three-dimensional battle has already gone beyond the traditional military concepts of positional warfare and front-line advancement. Only AI can complete the systematic command, and naturally only AI can execute it in an orderly manner. Killing seems to have become a program, and here, death is just a floating-point game of zeros and ones.

On the back of an NS Erdin, he was directly crushed into minced meat, as if attracted by some kind of beacon placed on his body. Odin suddenly jumped up from his chair, and his pupils turned blood red when he stared at the robot.

Mental shock!

No one can stay awake under this trick.

However, what met his gaze was the black muzzle of the gun and a flickering tongue of flame.

Blood splashed with the broken window glass, and Odin hit the car door hard and lost his life. Even to the day of his death, he did not understand why the power he was so proud of had lost its effect. Because he didn't know at all that although it was also made of iron, this thing was fundamentally different from those powered armors.

The one who controls it is not a human being at all!

It was a joke that Oliver and the Texas guy resisted desperately, and then faced NS with flesh and blood. They quickly turned into two corpses and fell heavily to the ground.

The gunfire continued until late at night before gradually stopping, and it was not until tomorrow that the Denver police, under the instruction of Star Circle Trading, organized a search and rescue team to come to the mountain to collect the bodies of these resistance soldiers. When they saw the bloody corpses, many young police officers could not help but bend over and vomit, while most of them had livid lips and could not speak.

Most of them know what these rebels are doing, and many even have the idea of ​​conniving with them and joining them...

From this moment on, all unrealistic thoughts dissipated in the lingering smell of gunpowder smoke.

The bodies took a week and were not completely cleaned until they started to stink. And until two months later, people could still find rotting corpses belonging to the rebels on the mountain from time to time.

Of course, these are all things for later.