The battle zone air supremacy was completely seized, electronic interference was maintained during the progress, and emp (electromagic_pul color, electromagnetic pulse) bomb was thrown to ensure safety. The meeting over Deerzul was very smooth.

After an epic air battle, just above the last stronghold occupied by the Liberal Party, the F-34 "Silent Cat" from the US and British Allied Forces, the F-22 "Raptor" and the G-44 "Snow Sculpture" of the Alsa, the Su-50 "Tiger Eagle" of the Sino-Soviet Army, the Su-50 "Tiger Eagle" of the J-30 "Shenlong" of the Unsa and the J-20 "Weilong" of the Unsa were all present. For a time, fighter jets gathered in the vast sky, and various signal flares passed through the sky. The scene was really spectacular. Not only did the Damascus army and the Mosul army on the ground deeply inspired, but also made Long Yun, who stood in a palace-like mansion with a far more ordinary vision, was very excited.

Isn't it? All the models of heavy fighter jets in the world will appear on the battlefield together, and fight side by side for the same goal. If it weren't for a human catastrophe in the Middle East, I'd probably never seen anyway!

Looking up at the sky, I saw various signal flares shining in the sky, and heavy stealth fighters patrolling the sky above the city where the fierce battles were in full swing. Long Yun was very fascinated.

Speaking of which, if he hadn't been forced to land at Deirzur Air Force Base before, would he be able to fly over the sky and fly high in the sky of the Liberal Party's old nest, representing all Nata comrades who fought for the future and destiny of the Middle East and even died bravely, and would have produced a red signal flare that symbolizes heroic and unyielding belief?

As an "old" pilot of 3rd_ihfs, a young man carrying the "Four Fire" looked at the sky from afar. He naturally felt a lot of emotion. However, time did not allow him to delay any further. Seeing that the general attack was about to end, he picked up a fn_fal next to the thug's body, hurriedly checked the magazine, gun chamber and speed machine, and rushed towards the white building ahead with the shiny old guy with the shiny guarding wood.

At this moment, after most of the fierce battle in Deirzur, the setting sun in the west was no longer so bright. He rushed in from the main entrance of the building bombarded by the RPG. Long Yun searched forward with his gun with his hands. His hands were still trembling slightly, but wherever he saw, his consciousness swept, and there was no enemy in the open and complex space.

Have the Liberal Party within the entire white wall been wiped out?

Once you savage your consciousness, you will know that this is not the case. "Karif"'s consciousness activities are very close, and there are still several rebels around you.

Seeing that the goal is close, the young man slowed down and focused forward step by step.

In this large area of ​​cold wind swept around and paper flies, the sun shines on the ground through a row of high windows. A trace of air dust can be seen in the light column, in this space where there is a bit bizarre and echoing guns and cannons. The young man is very nervous, and the fn_fal in his hand has always pointed to the focus of his sight. He is always alert to the movements of the enemy soldiers in the hall ahead, and confirming that no "puppet" can threaten him, so he squatted beside a marble fountain and started shooting.

"Bang-Bang-Bang-" A few gunshots echoed in an instant in a huge space. Long Yun, who had continuously pulled the trigger, did not hesitate at all. He almost ran out of the magazine and nailed several clusters of dense bullet holes on the white partition wall in front of him.

The sound stopped, and the miserable howl of the shotgun came to his ears. After slightly identifying it, the young man pulled the trigger and shot and killed the last rebel who was crawling and struggling on the ground. He remained motionless and took a deep breath before trying to broadcast consciousness messages. At the same time, he took out twenty straight magazines stuffed with 7.62nato bullets and weighed them in his hand:

——How? Since all the "mortals" have died, can't they come out to meet?

——Yes, damn! If you have the ability, rush in. The gun in my hand is not a toy!

——…?

Finally, I took care of all the miscellaneous soldiers. I snooped and pointed out that "Karif" was standing in an open hall across the door, and seemed to be a little trembling all over. The return of the consciousness activity surprised Long Yun a little. Why did this cold and sinister superpower, now speaking like a street gangster?

Humph, that's fine, what if you have a stubborn mouth!

Realizing that "Karif" was also facing the door of the hall with a gun, Long Yun certainly would not risk rushing up and confronting him head-on. He took out a flash bullet from his bag that he had never used before. The defense in his mind suddenly started to touch the solid door post on the side of the hall door, and then reached out and gently pushed the door open with fn_fal.

As soon as the hall door moved, the "Karif" inside turned on the fire as if he was nervous. A "da da" sound resounded inside and outside the hall, and a transparent hole suddenly appeared on the white painted wooden door.

At the same time, the flash bullet in the young man's hand pulled the ring and rolled into the door, "dripping" rolled into the door. After a brief delay, there was a "bang" sound, and a low scream came from his ears. Long Yun, who had full superpower, instantly confirmed that "Karif" had hit the attack. At this time, he was mostly rolling on the ground with his eyes covering his eyes, but he didn't dare to be careless at all. He got up and flashed into the hall through the crack of the door, and immediately pointed directly at the direction of "Karif" with his gun:

"Don't move!--If you don't want to die, raise your hand!"

“Ah——ah…”

Unlike the smoke bomb that covers sight, the power of the flash bomb is released in an instant. At this time, the hall is still filled with the smell of metal burning, but the vision is still good.

Without using a sight hole or a sight, Long Yun directly aimed his rifle at the white robe figure on the ground. When the dazed "Karif" was shouting slowly stood up, his turbid eyes, who still couldn't see the scenery, looked at the young man rushing in. The sun shone slanted, and in the messy hall, the gunman gradually fell into a burst of surprise and confusion.

Slim figure, beard, dirty and tattered white robe, this person...

This person was printed clearly in the newspaper. If he remembered correctly... he wasn't he the "No. 1 War Criminal"?

Abdul Rahman, leader of the Syrian Liberal Party, was standing in front of Long Yun with a terrified look on his face, with a black g36c hanging on his hand, which surprised Long Yun, who had experienced difficult pursuits, and his first reaction was "Karif" hiding in the dark and waiting for an opportunity to move." However, the launch of consciousness spy told him that there was no living person around him except himself and the "No. 1 war criminal" and the surrounding Mosul army. He held the gun tightly and pointed it at Rahman's tense face. He was a little confused for a moment and couldn't figure out what was going on.

"Karif", a senior Liberal Party aide and a mysterious conspirator with superpowers, suddenly disappeared without a trace?

Fn_fal pointed at the white robe, looking at the striking and scrutinizing with conscious snooping, Abdul Rahman in front of him was surging his thoughts, and soon let Long Yun catch a clue.

——Hmph, hahaha!… Poor man, you are really slow enough, but it doesn’t matter anymore, haha!

——What, what?

Although he received Rahman's message, he felt that it was too nonsense. Long Yun was stunned for a moment before he remembered that indeed, since he encountered the superpowers, this guy had never personally admitted that he was "Karif".

So, did you understand it wrongly, but...

Something seems to be wrong?

Thoughts were moving rapidly, and his eyes were fixed on the man in white robe in front of him. While Long Yun was wary of this "same type" playing tricks, he also felt a vague dissonance.

As a result of consciousness spying, the position of the superman clearly pointed to Abdul Rahman, an ambitious figure who ignited the Syrian civil war, seemed to match the "superpower"; however, even so, Long Yun was always suspicious. He couldn't say what was wrong with the whole thing, but there was always suspicion in his heart. This person's actions were obviously very abnormal, so...

The cold wind was still there and the dust was flying. In the middle of the hall where the sun shone, the young man holding the gun and the man in white robe pointed at the gun were quietly confronted, and the invisible consciousness sensing almost stopped.

After a fierce battle, he finally met a superpower like himself face to face. Thousands of thoughts flashed through his mind. At this moment, Long Yun didn't know where to ask. The soldiers shouting and attacking around him were almost approaching, but he was just deaf.

Superpowered person, this person...

No, what exactly is going on with all this...

He was stunned to meditate. Long Yun, who was holding the gun, stood still in place for a moment, and was pointed at the forehead by the black muzzle. Abdul Rahman, who was arrogant, seemed to finally feel a little scared. The two of them confronted each other quietly until the gunshots in the distance and the explosions were getting closer and closer, until the military boots kicked heavily on the white wooden door.

The gate opened with a "bang" and the gray-green figure rushing in with the cold wind and sand and dust shouted. The Iraqis, who were advancing quickly, took the lead in attacking the center of Deirzor City and rushed into the vast white courtyard.

He rushed into the depths of the building with great momentum. After seeing the situation in the hall clearly, he saw a young man in Mosul uniform pointing a gun at the man in white robe. The soldiers immediately, like Long Yun, picked up the ak-12 and aimed at the dirty white figure, and then someone recognized the identity of the "leader".

“La, Rahman?!

——This bastard, we finally caught him!”
Chapter completed!