If Zhao Fan had no scruples, he could naturally create several killing weapons and explode them in a row, just like the last time he destroyed a previous nest in Stark.

But although he didn't see it, he was sure that Big Eyes and Monkey should be in this place.

After a little thought, the armed personnel in the room were already beginning to approach this side with caution. What they were concerned about was the direction of the mail towers. The smoke from the smoke bombs covered their vision and made them dare not act rashly.

Time was tight, and Zhao Fan took out two smoke bombs and threw them into the crowd.

This action did reveal his position, but the people in front of him had no time to shoot. With two ding-like sounds, no one could tell what Zhao Fan had thrown over. The well-trained armed personnel rushed around like conditioned reflexes, quickly looking for cover.

Busts of smoke filled the hissing sound. When these people's attention was shifting to the flower bed again, Zhao Fan had already changed his direction and rushed into the thick courtyard wall more than three meters high.

The clothes were exactly the same as these people, and they were invaded by smoke bombs. Even if someone saw him, he missed the opportunity to shoot in confusion.

It didn't take him too much time, a few seconds were enough. Taking advantage of this opportunity, he had already flashed into the nearest house. The route had been planned before entering. After entering, he did not stop at all. He rushed up to the third floor from the stairwell with great familiarity.

The clothes that were gloved on her body were still useful. There was a team of ten people on the roof of the three-story building. When she saw Zhao Fan, she was a little surprised. The leader asked coldly.

Ten people, without even a single shot, were all put on the ground by him in an instant.

When you reach a high point, the probability of being discovered will increase. The purpose of Zhao Fan's doing this is to try to find ways to solve the large weapons that threaten him during this period.

When he carried the bazooka on his shoulder and fired the first shell, someone noticed him in the distance. The roar of the shells and gunfire sounded almost at the same time, which also announced the official start of the war.

The effective range of the rocket launcher was less than four hundred meters, but it was enough for him. He carried the bullets pouring like a rainstorm and fired continuously without panic. Three helicopters and five tanks parked in the distance were bombarded by him into a pile of scrap iron.

The bullets on these big guys exploded randomly, and the fire and smoke gathered into a huge mushroom cloud soared into the sky, like a demon god falling from the sky.

The gunshots sounded from all directions. After Zhao Fan, who occupied the commanding heights, took the lead in solving the enemies on the roofs of several other buildings, he held the machine gun and swept wildly. The many armed personnel below were constantly harvested as if they were being harvested wheat.

Footsteps sounded in the stairwell, and the people on the building had already discovered his location. As soon as they rushed to the entrance of the stairs, a few grenades rolled down extremely smoothly.

It’s not that the other party has no weapons that can threaten him, but Zhao Fan, who is just using the exploration technique, will not give them a chance at all.

Bazooka? Grenade Launcher?

The armed personnel were driven to their shoulders and were shot into sieve by a shuttle of bullets.

Grenade? Shock bomb?

The stairwell that entered the roof of the building was almost filled with corpses. Who could throw it onto the roof?

This is a real person facing an army, constantly eliminating weapons that threaten him, and other bullets themselves cannot hit him a few times, and it will be fine if they hit him.

He plundered several armorys along the way, and his weapons were all kinds of tricks. After firing a box of bullets, he would change his guys, and he would carry the rocket launcher from time to time, almost without any other styles.

The dense gunfire and deafening explosions lasted only half an hour before gradually calming down. It was not that Zhao Fan destroyed all the enemies, but that no one dared to show up.

The corpses on the ground were everywhere, and countless blood gathered together like a stream, and the pungent smell of smoke and blood mixed together have completely enveloped this place.

This place is already a hell on earth, and Zhao Fan, standing on the roof, is the demon king crawling out of hell.

Zhao Fan's expression was always calm and cold. Countless lives disappeared in his hands, and his expression did not change at all. At this moment, he was a killing machine. As long as someone emerged, he would send a bullet in time.

After another ten minutes passed, it was already silent and the battle fell into a stalemate that Zhao Fan expected.

He was always confused and always kept his vigilance.

Because all the people who appeared here from beginning to end were ordinary armed personnel.

The Sand Demon was already dead at his hands, and he already knew about Stark's joint efforts with the Emperor of the Underworld. But now he has almost killed the place, but not even a psychic person appears.

This is too unreasonable. Could it be that the people of Emperor Hindus were only invited by Stark once?

His eyes turned to the whistle tower by the sea, quietly waiting for the people inside to come out.

Since you can't rush in, then find a way to get them out.

He didn't believe that the ground was beaten like this, and Stark could still bear it.

He has time, he has enough weapons, and he has enough food and drinkable water in the backpack space.

Stark wanted to kill him, and he had already reached out to China to kill him. Even if he didn't come, Stark would go to find him. Now that he has appeared here, how could he not take out his skills and kill him with all his might?

"Mr. Stark, your new home is very good! If guests come to your house, don't you come out to greet me?"

From the beginning of the battle to now, Zhao Fan finally said the first sentence, his tone was unconcealed and his eyes were sarcastic at the very hidden camera on the whistle tower.

Behind the iron doors under the mail tower, the thick metal doors opened one after another, and even the elevators that required several password verification were completely open.

However, Zhao Fan's call did not receive Stark's response, nor did he see anyone coming out of the open door.

He understood.

Stark hopes he can find that entrance and go down.

It's obviously a trap, and only a fool will go down.

Zhao Fan sneered, sat casually on the still-warm bullet shell on the ground, took out food and drinking water from the backpack space, and started eating without any scruples.

He was not in a hurry. If Monkey and Big Eye were really at this underground base, the more ruthless he would force him, the greater their chances of living.

Although Stark is a lunatic, he is also a lunatic who is afraid of death. His ambitions are not fulfilled, how could he be willing to die like this?

If you really find that Zhao Fan can't be solved at all, his two brothers will become his amulets.

As long as this person is not stupid, he will not destroy the weight that can save his life.

Time passed by minute by minute, and in less than five minutes, there were roars from afar. Before the two helicopters approached, sharp whistling sounds appeared. The flames drew an arc in the night sky and smashed their heads towards the house where Zhao Fan was.

"So there are foreign players!"

Zhao Fan jumped up from the roof of the building without any trouble. The sound of the explosion made the entire night sky tremble. The huge shock wave twitched his body and kept rolling in the air, flying hundreds of meters away.

While still in the air, he took out a healing medicine and stuffed it into his mouth and swallowed it quickly. After landing, his mind still buzzed, and his body seemed to be about to be torn apart.

Fortunately, he suddenly jumped at a critical moment and separated it from the explosion point for a while. Otherwise, if the nameless martial arts exploded again and exhausted all his internal energy, he would have to lie on the ground and sing coldly at this time.

It was not until this time that the Exploration Scheme saw the team approaching rapidly in the distance.

Exploring the two-kilometer range looks awesome, but it is still hard to guard against these things.

The helicopters, personnel carriers, and tanks all flashed with dazzling lights and rushed towards this side with a roar.

The roar continued to sound again. Zhao Fan, who was gasping for breath, had only time to enter the turret closest to him. Countless shells landed densely around the small building where he was just now, with deafening explosions one after another.

Stark is really a lunatic. He fought hard to kill Zhao Fan, and he had no worries to cover the manor with a round of artillery fire.

Countless houses were destroyed in the bombing. The surviving armed personnel did not die at Zhao Fan's hands, but died at the hands of their own people.

The firelights were burning wildly, and the few remaining survivors were covered in flames, making extremely shrill screams, running and rolling, but the flames on their bodies could not be extinguished.

White phosphorus bomb!

This thing is one of the most cruel weapons in the world. White phosphorus itself is a highly toxic substance, and its ignition point is only forty degrees. After touching an object, it continues to burn until it is extinguished. Generally, the combustion temperature can reach more than one thousand degrees.

Therefore, when it comes into contact with a human body, the skin will be penetrated and then penetrate deep into the bones. No life can survive within the effective range.

The turret where Zhao Fan was located had collapsed. He was carrying a metal door panel that had been quickly pulled off on his back and was buried in the ruins by countless pieces of steel and cement.

Fortunately, these things existed. Although the combustion of the white phosphorus bomb made the metal door on his back burn, it finally did not burn on him.

The poison gas and the high temperature seem to be able to withstand it for the time being, but this does not mean that he can survive because he needs to breathe.

The violent combustion consumed all the oxygen around him, and bursts of smoke filled the air. Even if he was already in the realm of transformation and with the help of the nameless martial arts, he could only hold on for five minutes at most if he completely held his breath.

If he wanted to escape, there was no problem at all. After all, he still had a defensive talisman in his hand to use. Half an hour of invincible time was enough for him to destroy the things he was rushing to at this moment and then escape.

However, after using the defensive talisman, there was an hour of weakness. He experienced that weakness personally, so he naturally knew that in that situation, let alone attacking others, he could only hold on if someone beat him.

Of course he can also hide for an hour before coming out.

And one hour is enough to happen a lot.

Since Stark dared to bombard his base, there would definitely be other exits to this underground base.

Seeing his terrifying strength, will Stark continue to wait for him to enter the underground base, or will he run away without hesitation?
Chapter completed!