At 7:30 in the morning, Lin Mo turned the car key, and the SUV engine started with a hum.
The daughter in the back seat was holding a drawing book and holding half a sandwich in her mouth. She was chirping about how she was going to draw a family portrait in art class today.
Lin Mo glanced outside the window.
The autumn wind carried fallen leaves, and half of the road was paved, more than double the number at the same time in previous years.
He didn't care and turned on the car radio.
The host's steady voice came out. "Last night, the Chengdong Biological Laboratory was violently attacked by an extreme animal protection organization, and dozens of experimental chimpanzees disappeared."
"A mass escape of monkeys occurred in the Municipal Wildlife Park. Relevant departments are handling the incident. Citizens are asked to pay attention to safety when traveling."
Lin Mo smiled and regarded it as ordinary social news.
Press the brakes and the car stops.
The traffic flow during the morning rush hour was jam-packed, with red taillights stretching from the intersection to the skyline.
He didn't notice that on the street trees on both sides of the road, countless black shadows jumped quickly and silently among the branches and leaves, but every time they would startle, large yellowing leaves would fall off.
After sending her daughter into the school gate, Lin Mo turned the car around and rushed to the company.
But today was particularly unsatisfactory. There were only twenty minutes left before the clock-in time, and the car in front didn't move at all.
Lin Mo honked the horn anxiously and banged the steering wheel with his fist.
"Damn it, why are there so many traffic jams today? This road has six lanes!"
While honking, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the convenience store on the roadside.
The floor-to-ceiling glass was smashed to pieces, and the rolling shutter door was bent in half. Snacks and drink bottles were scattered on the ground, but there was no one around.
He looked up.
The security surveillance cameras on the roadside were falling off their poles one after another, as if something had torn off the base and smashed to pieces on the sidewalk.
Lin Mo I feel like something is wrong.
Just then, a heartbreaking scream came from the end of the traffic ahead.
Immediately afterwards, there was the sound of intensive and chaotic running, and someone yelled "Run!".
The car doors in front kept opening, and many car owners leaned half out of the car, turned around and ran back, their faces full of deathly terror. Some fell to the ground and were trampled by people behind them, unable to even scream.
Lin Mo The blood all over his body instantly became cold.
He pushed open the car door, lifted the roof of the SUV next to him, and looked forward.
Screams pierced the dead silence of the morning rush hour.
Several black shadows jumped from the treetops and hit the roof of the car hard, causing the roof to be dented.
The leader of the chimpanzee is 1.8 meters tall and is wearing a combat uniform?!
Holding a steel bar as thick as a bowl in his hand, he smashed it through the car window.
It pulled out the screaming driver, grabbed the man's arms and legs with two rough hands, and violently pulled him to both sides.
The heart-rending screams exploded instantly and then stopped abruptly.
The chimpanzee casually threw the body on the ground, scanned the fleeing crowd with its scarlet eyes, and let out a sharp, heart-wrenching roar.
The orangutans nearby also moved.
Some wielded sledgehammers and smashed people's heads to pieces.
Some carried fire axes and cut off people's heads with one knife.
Others held sharpened steel bars, penetrated people directly, and dangled them in the air.
Finally, someone responded, and a policeman shot first.
The next second, more bullets came from the opposite side.
Those orangutans were holding the rifles they had snatched, and their fingers pulled the triggers as skillfully as soldiers who had been trained for many years. They were not ordinary beasts at all.
The policeman fell into a pool of blood on the spot, his body beaten into a sieve.
Lin Mo was so frightened that he crawled back into the car, hit the steering wheel, stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, and the tires screeched on the ground. He forced himself out of the way, turned around and rushed towards the school.
On the road, more black shadows jumped down from the stairs.
An orangutan landed on his hood and punched his fist through the windshield, splattering his face with glass shards.
Lin Mo turned the steering wheel hard, threw it against the street light pole, stepped on the accelerator and ran wildly.
There was only one thought in my mind, to pick up my daughter.
I rushed to the school gate, and the place was already a mess.
The security booth at the school gate was overturned and the iron gate was broken into scrap metal.
As soon as the school bus driver stopped the car, he was dragged into the alley next to him by the orangutan that jumped out of the tree. The screams disappeared in an instant, and the car key was still inserted in the starter hole.
The young female teacher was holding two frightened and crying children, slumped at the door of the car, her whole body shaking like chaff.
Lin Mo braked to a stop, rushed over, hugged her daughter tightly in her arms, and shouted at the teacher, "I have an A1 driver's license, and I have been running a passenger transport for two years before, so I can drive this car! Get your child in the car quickly, or it will be too late if you don't leave!"
The teacher was stunned for a second, then reacted instantly and rolled and crawled on the ground to push the children next to him onto the school bus.
Soon, the seats and aisles of the school bus were filled with children, and the doors slammed shut.
Lin Mo got into the driver's seat, put it into gear, stepped on the accelerator, and the school bus roared out.
The children in the back seat were crying in unison. The female teacher held the youngest child in her arms and kept comforting her, her voice trembling.
Outside the car window, it has become a hell on earth.
Groups of chimpanzees, wearing body armor and riot helmets, carrying stolen rifles, rampaged through the streets.
Cars were overturned, gas stations were blown up into flames, shops were looted, and glass shards mixed with blood were spread all over the floor.
Those who were caught were torn into pieces by the orangutans and thrown on the roadside. Those beasts were inhumane, squatting on the ground and eating the remains on the ground, letting out low growls of satisfaction.
Several orangutans discovered the school bus, roared and rushed over from the roadside, and jumped on the bus.
The claws grabbed the iron sheet, making a harsh scratching sound, and Mars splashed everywhere.
Lin Mo stared at the road ahead, the sweat on his palms making the steering wheel slippery.
He gradually discovered that these orangutans were not rushing around randomly. They were divided into small groups and blocked all the roads out of the city, leaving only the beltway as an escape route, as if they were driving all the refugees in the same direction.
They are not wild beasts at all, but an army with tactics and premeditation.
Suddenly, an orangutan smashed the side window and stretched its furry arms to grab the child in the front seat.
The children's screams suddenly escalated.
When that furry arm stretched out, Lin Mo heard her daughter scream.
At that moment, fear suddenly turned into fire.
Lin Mo was also angry, really scared of a beast!
He turned the steering wheel suddenly, and the school bus hit the abandoned container next to it hard.
The gorilla on the car was thrown out and was instantly crushed into a pulp by the rear wheels.
He didn't dare to stop.
People in the cars parked on the roadside were all pulled out and either torn apart or dismembered.
Parking means death.
The school bus went on a rampage, knocking through countless roadblocks and orangutans blocking the road, and finally rushed out of the city and onto the beltway.
Lin Mo drove the school bus and ran on the highway for a whole day.
After rushing out of the city, when the school bus was driving on an empty road, Lin Mo saw his daughter's sleeping face through the rearview mirror and was in a trance for a moment.
The pointer of the fuel gauge almost hit the bottom, the car body was bumpy and bumpy, the glass on the side was all broken, and it was blocked with luggage.
The sky became completely dark.
Not a single light was on on the highway, and only the headlights cut through the darkness, illuminating the dense crowd of fleeing vehicles ahead.
At this moment, the school bus suddenly stopped.
Lin Mo looked up and the blood all over his body instantly ran cold.
The highway ahead was blocked by an overturned tour bus.
The opposite lane is completely separated by a half-meter-high cement block, making it impossible to pass.
There were fleeing vehicles in front and behind, one behind the other, and it was so blocked that it was impossible to advance or retreat.
Lin Mo jumped out of the car and rushed to push the bus with a dozen men.
More than a dozen people worked hard together, but the bus weighing more than ten tons did not move at all.
It's getting darker.
People stuck on the road are getting more and more panicked.
The wind began to be mixed with the distant roars of vague orangutans, as well as sporadic gunshots, getting closer and closer and becoming clearer.
A man took a look with a telescope, his face instantly turned pale, and he roared, "They are coming! The chimpanzees are catching up! They are just two kilometers away!"
Everyone panicked instantly, with women crying and children screaming in chaos. They patted the car and tried to reverse the car, but they were blocked by escaping cars in front and behind, making it impossible to retreat.
No one knows when those orangutans will come to kill us.
Lin Mo clutched the steel pipe he picked up from the roadside, pressed his back tightly against the school bus door, and protected his daughter in his arms.
The daughter buried her face in his chest and cried softly, "Dad, I'm afraid."
Lin Mo touched her daughter's head, her throat was tight and she couldn't say a word.
Just then, someone shouted, "Look! There is light! There is a motorcade! There is a motorcade coming from the other side!"
Everyone who heard the sound leaned out of the car excitedly, and sure enough, a line of cars with lights on the opposite side of the highway was approaching quickly.
On the command vehicle at the front of the convoy, two flags were flying.
The strange thing is that there is no stars and stripes. Instead, there is a National Guard flag on one side and a Double-Headed Eagle flag on a black background on the other side.
The convoy was full of modified pickup trucks with sharp edges and corners, one after another, whizzing by without any intention of stopping.
No one is angry or complaining about the refugees stuck on the road.
Now, being able to kill those beasts is more important than anything else.
The next second, an even more deafening roar came from the sky.
A Valkyrie gunboat painted in black passed by at low altitude.
Then came the second and third car.
Suddenly, a Leman Russ Tank was advancing at full speed along the road, its tracks running over the concrete ground.
After seeing the bus blocking the road, the tank suddenly smashed through the concrete block in the middle, then drove over the bus, squeezing it off the highway embankment.
The road to death, which had been blocked for several hours, was cleared in an instant.
The tank then reversed and returned to the group.
The refugees stuck in the road were stunned for a few seconds, and then burst into deafening cheers.
Some people knelt on the roadside, covered their faces and cried loudly. The cries of the survivors echoed on the highway.
Someone was waving desperately in the direction of the motorcade, shouting until they were hoarse.
The children in the school bus also stopped crying, holding on to the broken windows and looking at the mighty torrent of steel, their eyes regained light.
Lin Mo leaned against the car door, exhausted, and sat on the ground. He held his daughter tightly in his arms and let out a long sigh of relief.
Everything is getting better.
In the command vehicle, Fu Haoran looked at JARVIS's synchronized global battlefield scan screen, and tapped his fingertips on the desktop.
"Sir, at least 150,000 armed orangutans have been confirmed in Washington city. The main force is concentrated around Capitol Hill. The cross-world portal is still in operation. Charlie, the chief criminal of the rebellion, is on the top floor of Capitol Building." JARVIS's electronic sound sounded steadily.
Fu Haoran nodded slightly and did not rush to order an attack.
Fu Haoran pointed to the Sam's Club storage area in the suburbs on the map and ordered, "Notify the entire army to rest here tonight, set up a temporary defense line, and gather the surrounding refugees."
"Send all reconnaissance type Servo-Skull out to sort out complete battlefield intelligence."
Fu Haoran doesn't want to let his brothers rush into the encirclement of the other party who are just waiting for work for the sake of those congressional lords who only know how to blame others.
Fu Haoran stood outside the command vehicle, looking at the rescued refugees in the camp.
A little girl of five or six years old huddled in her mother's arms, clutching half of an unfinished family photo.
He was silent for a few seconds, then turned to Wade and said, "Inform the refugees that those in difficulty should go to Sam's Club to take refuge, and additional manpower will be arranged to maintain public order."
Meanwhile, Capitol Building top.
Charlie stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, staring in the direction of the suburbs, looking at the endless torrent of steel.
The ape adjutant next to him roared and reported, "Chief, the opponent stopped in the Sam's Club storage area. They are setting up a defense line and have not continued to move forward."
"I know." Charlie's voice was deep, without any turbidity of a gorilla, and he spoke fluent English.
He understands human beings very well.
The commander of this sudden army is cautious and steady, and will not rush in just to save the idiot Capitol Hill.
But he understands his own tribe better.
Human vision deteriorates significantly at night, but orangutans do not.
Fighting when the enemy is tired is the essence he learned from the history of human war.
Charlie turned around and sternly ordered to the adjutant, "Inform all combat units to raid the opponent's camp in three directions at three o'clock in the morning. Prioritize the destruction of their heavy weapons and command vehicles. I will make sure this human reinforcements never come back."
"Yes, leader!"
The night is getting darker and darker.
The temporary camp of Sam's Club was peaceful, with only the footsteps of the sentry ringing out regularly.
No one knew that in the darkness several kilometers away, hundreds of thousands of orangutans had already grasped the guns in their hands, waiting for the darkest moment of the night to launch a fatal surprise attack.
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