He originally wanted to avoid the war, but he happened to be at the center of it.

A few hundred meters away, at the end of the street on the left, a dozen or so tall aliens in armor opened fire as they slowly moved in Long Feipeng's direction.

A few dozen meters to the right, at the intersection of the street, five heavily armed SWAT special force members were using abandoned cars as temporary bunkers to fire back at the aliens.

The two sides exchanged fire as guns and cannons flew everywhere.

Long Feipeng wasn't sure which side had the upper hand, but if this continued, the aliens would find him sooner or later.

With the noble principle of escaping for his life, Long Feipeng turned around and wanted to retreat to the parking lot.

But at that moment, a high-explosive grenade landed right above the exit of the parking lot.

The parking lot, which was already on the verge of collapse, suddenly collapsed with a crash.

A huge cloud of dust covered Long Feipeng, and countless pebbles landed on him.

"Captain, I think we blew someone up just now!" a SWAT member said after firing a few shots.

Richard Hunt's expression was solemn. "What?

Sh * t!

We can't care about that now, check how much ammo we have! "

"Captain, I still have three magazines."

"Captain, I don't have any left."

"I still have two."

The team under Richard Hunt's command was originally carrying out a normal patrol mission in the city.

They didn't bring many weapons and ammo at all, not a single heavy weapon.

After the alien invasion, they fought two fierce battles in a row.

Not only did they reduce a team of 15 people to five, but they also almost ran out of ammo.

Apart from feeling sorry for his fallen comrades, the only thing that comforted him was that the seemingly terrifying aliens weren't made of iron.

Normal rifle bullets could penetrate the armor they were wearing.

It was just that it was difficult to incapacitate them with one shot, and it often took a few more shots to kill them.

The small aircraft that the aliens were so proud of also didn't dare to advance after tasting a few rounds of 40mm grenades.

However, Richard Hunt also understood that if his team continued to drag on like this, they would probably all die here.

"Get ready, we're going to retreat. Ross is still in the smoke," Richard Hunt said as he threw away the empty magazine in his hand and replaced it with a new one.

As soon as he said that, a SWAT member reached for the smoke grenade on his tactical vest.

He released the safety, pulled out the safety bolt, and threw it forward with all his might.

After a while, white smoke spread out with a hissing sound.

With their line of sight blocked, the aliens' firepower was clearly weakened.

"Retreat!!!" Richard Hunt gave the order.

The five of them, including him, began to move backward through the smoke.

At this time, Long Feipeng, whose ears were ringing from the grenade explosion near the exit of the parking lot, staggered up from the rubble.

Looking at the smoke on the street not far away, the alien infantry on the other side was still advancing.

On the other hand, there were no more gunshots coming from the human side. At that moment, they couldn't care less.

They dashed into the smoke and ran in the direction of the SWAT team.

After stumbling along the way, they finally arrived at the place where the SWAT team had been fighting. The ground was littered with empty shells and magazines.

With a sweep of his eyes, he saw that the SWAT team in front of him was retreating.

Without thinking, Long Feipeng hurriedly chased after them.

At this time, the smoke dispersed, and the aliens behind him also began to attack.

Lasers pierced towards Long Feipeng as if they were free.

The lasers hit the cars on the street, burning holes one after another.

"Wait for me, the one in front, wait for me." Long Feipeng was forced to crawl forward by the aliens.

As he crawled, he shouted at the retreating SWAT team in front of him.

"Captain, there seems to be someone behind us!" a team member reminded.

Richard Hunt turned around and narrowed his eyes slightly. Sure enough, he saw Long Feipeng crawling forward on the ground.

"Sh * t, cover fire." After saying that, Richard Hunt took off a smoke grenade from his body and threw it at Long Feipeng.

"Quick, crawl!!!" Richard Hunt waved at Long Feipeng and shouted.

Seeing the smoke in front of him slowly dissipate, Long Feipeng also sped up and crawled up from the ground, completely ignoring the pain in his knees and elbows.

Under the relentless cover fire of the SWAT team, Long Feipeng finally met up with them.

After entering the bunker, a SWAT team member helped Long Feipeng up.

Richard Hunt glared at Long Feipeng, then said, "Let's go, guys, retreat."

The group followed the alleys and corridors of the residential area and passed through two blocks in a row.

Along the way, Long Feipeng wanted to say something, but in the end, he didn't speak.

After all, he was still involved in a murder case in the parking lot earlier. At this time, he was somewhat resistant to the official police force.

Finally, the six of them stopped in front of a supermarket that was half-destroyed by a meteorite.

Clearly, Richard Hunt's group of five hadn't eaten for a long time.

Seeing the large amount of food and drinks scattered in the supermarket, they pounced on it like hungry wolves seeing meat.

Long Feipeng also went in and grabbed a piece of bread.

After taking a sip of his drink, Richard Hunt looked at Long Feipeng and asked, "Hua Xia's people?" His eyes were full of disdain.

Long Feipeng clearly saw that the other party's eyes weren't friendly.

So he stared straight at him. "Yes, Hua Xia's people. Why?

Is there a problem? "

Richard Hunt smiled and shook his head. "No, no problem. I have no problem with Hua Xia's people. You know, this is the United States. Those who say that Hua Xia's people and Asians have problems have already been tried by the judge. I don't want to go to jail, hahaha."

Long Feipeng obviously wasn't too interested in this so-called American humor.

As the saying goes, if you don't get along, half a sentence is too much. Long Feipeng sat on the ground and leaned against the shelf of the supermarket. He didn't say anything else and began to eat his bread.

Just as Long Feipeng was eating his bread with relish …

Richard Hunt also brought his team members to a corner of the supermarket and held a meeting in a low voice.

"D * mn, if it weren't for saving this Hua Xia's people, we would have left a long time ago. Now that we've run out of ammunition, what do we do next?" Richard Hunt looked at the four people in front of him and asked.

Ross, who threw the smoke earlier, took off his black mask and took a breath. He then said softly, "Captain, I think we need to find the main force first."

Richard Hunt nodded, indicating that he agreed with Ross's point of view.

Ross continued, "If we can't find the main force, we need to find a place to replenish our equipment and supplies first."

"That's right. I suggest that we look for places like gun shops, police stations, and hospitals first. They should have the equipment and supplies we need there." A team member next to Ross stood up and agreed.

Richard Hunt nodded slowly, agreeing with this statement.

Then he looked at Long Feipeng, who was resting in the distance, and his face showed anxiety.