Apocalyptic Dark Age

The two Stormtroopers were pulled back by the metal chain connected to the float, but they never gave up. They rushed towards Uncle Chen manically, repeatedly pulling on the strong metal ring, making the oval continue to lengthen. It also made Uncle Chen swallow hard. He didn't dare to look at the two of them anymore and turned his head towards the outside of the car.

Twelve elite soldiers solemnly gathered around Miss Jasmine. The powerful and burly warriors and the petite and lovely elves combined to create the contrast and harmony of beauty and beast. Miss Jasmine was checking the convoy that was about to leave. When she saw Uncle Chen, He nodded slowly.

Uncle Chen remembered Jasmine's expectant look in his heart and slowly closed his eyes. If the great elder named Gao Feng was not as easy to communicate with as he imagined, this trip would be his last. Both he and Jasmine understood , this team went to die to appease the other party's anger. Even if they died, there would still be a second team on the road.

No matter how big the hope is, even if there is only a glimmer of hope, they must find a way to obtain perfect DNA. Even if they pay all, it will be worth it. This is the most urgent need of millions of people in the underground world, and it is also the only hope for the continuation of civilization.

"Are you bothered or not? Why should you die when you can live? Even if you don't consider yourselves, you still have to consider the wounded. Shut up..."

Nan Feng was already in a nervous mood, whether he could escape or not depended on this moment, but he didn't want to be ruined by two animals, so he scolded loudly despite Uncle Chen being right next to him.

Originally, it was just anger and impulsiveness in his heart. Nan Feng didn't expect these two guys to listen to him. Sure enough, the two reckless men immediately pointed at Nan Feng's nose and started yelling. The most cursed word was the word "traitor". Nan Feng couldn't help but smile bitterly.

For the two simple-minded Stormtroopers, it is either black or white. Sitting with the enemy is a traitor. Nan Feng is not a guy whose brains are all muscles. For him, he has done nothing wrong and he has no obligations. He was loyal to Gao Feng, but Gao Feng was not his God. There was nothing wrong with using limited information to get a chance to survive. Moreover, he did not betray Gao Feng completely. At least he did not tell the Jasmine Consortium that explosives were buried in the passage.

Regarding the explosives, Gao Feng did not tell Nan Feng, but Nan Feng concluded it himself through various clues and even knew the approximate location. It must be said that he is a smart man.

The convoy started slowly, but the two Stormtroopers still didn't stop and continued to curse. However, the target was transferred from the Jasmine Consortium to Nan Feng. The bloody head was light, ranging from eighteen generations of ancestors to generations of descendants. Nan Feng's relatives were all taken care of. The wilderness did not pay attention to language skills, and all kinds of straightforward curses made Nan Feng's face green.

Nan Feng knew that Gao Feng had planted explosives in the passage, but he didn't know that the explosives were deciding his life or death. The twelve floats loaded with supplies, on the monitor in front of Gao Feng, meant the twelve floats loaded with soldiers. The disappearance of the twelve storm warriors in the floating car allowed Gao Feng to amplify the fighting power of the Jasmine Consortium. Therefore, in Gao Feng's eyes, these twelve floating cars full of soldiers meant the Jasmine Consortium's conquest of Gao Feng.

The convoy moved forward slowly and resolutely. Gao Feng and the pole beside him stared at the convoy with ugly expressions. Under the surveillance image, Fan Meiren's head was projected in a small metal box like a makeup mirror. He was seriously announcing to Gao Feng:

"Before their accident, the price of nutritional pills tripled, raw materials increased fivefold, and the supplies you need all increased to varying degrees. The most strictly controlled ones are weapons and ammunition. They have already started to attack me. The Security Bureau A letter has been sent to check the equipment wear and tear of the third class over the years, as well as the standing supplies. In addition, there is also a problem with the Eagle Eye.

The third lesson has been marginalized, and there are also actions on the city council. Someone told me secretly that the plan for the Ministry of Security to thoroughly investigate corruption is being submitted and is waiting for approval. It will be a storm by then. In addition, Meng Chaoren has also begun activities. , looking for evidence for the explosion of the crystal transport truck... "

One piece of bad news came out of Fan Meiren's mouth one after another. Each piece of bad news increased the weight of the Jasmine Consortium in Gao Feng's heart. A force is not judged by how many weapons it has or how much money it has, but by the size of its influence. Just like some large companies in Gao Feng's previous life, they could even influence the subversion of the political power of a small country, and influence a large country to send troops to destroy another country for oil.

"In two hours, the convoy will enter the center of the explosion..."

The pole was an eerie reminder of the impending killing, and he stretched out his tongue to lick his lips, his eyes showing a bloodthirsty red light.

"Stormtroopers are always waiting to die, as long as they die in the right place..."

Xian Zhao came in from the door and stood in front of Gaofeng with high spirits and a determined look on his face.

"Now that we have a plan, let's do it. We don't have money to buy good things anyway..."

Zhuangzi saw Gao Feng's still hesitant eyes and couldn't help but continue to persuade. Xian Zhao nodded fiercely and looked at the monitor with a resentful look.

"Twelve large floating vehicles, each of which can accommodate at least 500 people. An elite force of 600 people. Even 500 Stormtroopers cannot resist it. We have no ammunition..."

Fang Shiyu, who had been observing the floating car, couldn't help but express his opinion. He looked at the floating car fleet with equally angry and resentful eyes. He had already heard about the three hands. As a fellow refugee who escaped from the mine together, he shared the same hatred.

"The lives of eight hundred people must be returned to the Jasmine Consortium..."

The long-lost words came from behind. Gao Feng turned around suddenly and shouted in surprise:

"Aren't you focused on farming? Why are you here?"

The three-eyed Yun walked in from the outside with a serious face, scanned the monitor screen angrily, and gritted his teeth and said:

"How can I farm when the bullies come to me? There is nothing but ruthlessness for us, who are the bastards that our parents don't want. We will kill anyone who wants to kill us..."

Gao Feng notified Yun of the news about the Three Hands as a routine. Unexpectedly, Yun had been holding back, but today he came to the door, which showed that he had always harbored anger in his heart.

Gao Feng is never easily swayed by other people's opinions, but he also won't be stubborn. The opinions of so many people present are to blow up the passage, and he mostly agrees with this opinion.

Although he wanted to determine the life and death of twelve Stormtroopers in his heart, he could not care about it in this situation. He could not risk the lives and deaths of five hundred Stormtroopers for the sake of twelve people. He would never participate in the decision-making and feel at ease. After Yun Ye, who was farming, made the request, Gao Feng finally nodded.

"As long as the convoy is close to the center of the explosion, detonate it. Six hundred elite soldiers are enough to make them feel distressed..."

Gao Feng's order satisfied everyone present, and there was a sense of fanaticism and excitement in the air. Zhuangzi and Xian Zhao were excited about being able to kill hundreds of people by pressing a button, while Fang Shiyu and Yun were able to show their minds. There was a bad breath, and Gao Feng felt as if he had done something wrong, but he could not find out what it was.

It still took some time for the convoy to reach the specific location. Several people never left the monitor and each found a seat to sit down. Yun and Fang Shiyu chatted each other, while Zhan Zi and Xian Zhao talked about the training of the Stormtroopers during this period. Gao Feng did not want to talk. , smoking a cigarette dully.