The rumble of the collapse of the building was heard, and the brown floor-to-ceiling windows more than ten kilometers away trembled slightly.
Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, Wan Peng looked at the rising dust more than ten kilometers away and was speechless for a long time.
After a long time, he let out a sigh.
"Is that the electromagnetic pulse cannon of NAC?"
It was just one shot, yet it was already so powerful.
The walls of Pingan Street wouldn't last more than a few rounds in front of that giant cannon.
While mourning for the unlucky guy who provoked NAC, Wan Peng took out the walkie-talkie from the drawer and called his assistant.
Soon, the office door was pushed open.
A woman in a black suit walked to Wan Peng's desk, bowed slightly, and said respectfully.
"Manager Wan, you were looking for me?"
Wan Peng looked at the assistant and asked.
"Is there any news from the Men in Black?"
The Men in Black was a special force he began to secretly train as early as ten years ago. They were independent of the Sunday Club and directly loyal to Wan Peng himself.
In the beginning, the significance of the existence of this force was only to search for pre-war facilities for him and to deal with some problems that were inconvenient to entrust to mercenaries and lone travellers. Later, after the establishment of the Shangjing Survivors Alliance, killing was not allowed within the Third Ring Road, and many shady activities were transferred from the surface to the back. This special force was also used by him as a half-assassin and half-intelligence organization.
Black suits, optical invisibility, carbon nano bulletproof vests, and a PK2000 Pan-Asia Cooperation rifle. Only a few dozen people, but they could match the combat effectiveness of hundreds of people. In Shangjing, even the militia had to respect him. More than half of the reason was because of this.
Even the head of the militia, Ding Liwei, was wary of the trump card in his hand.
"There is no news for the time being." The assistant shook her head and said in a pleasant voice, "If there is any progress, I will inform you immediately."
"Why so slow." Wan Peng frowned.
If it was in the past, they would have already stood in front of him to report the completion of the mission. How could it be like now, where there was not even a message?
It was the same last time. They blocked Old Luo in the corner, but he still escaped.
Wan Peng coldly snorted at this thought.
This man in black had only changed his instructor, but he was simply becoming more and more useless. He was served with all kinds of resources all day long, but even his skills were slacking.
"Let Lu Sen come to see me." Wan Peng looked at his assistant and said with an unfriendly expression.
"Yes." The assistant quickly lowered her head and said.
Her intuition told her that the manager was in a terrible mood.
Without further ado, she hurried out the door with her boss's orders.
The assistant's guess was right. Wan Peng was not in a good mood at the moment.
But fortunately, his current mood was not very good.
If he knew that the ten men he had sent to retrieve the ID cards were all dead, and that they had caused him a lot of trouble before they died, who knew if he would curse out in anger.
Soon, the door was pushed open again.
"Boss," Lu Sen walked in with a nervous expression. He hesitated and asked, "Are you looking for me?"
Wan Peng chuckled, leaned back in his chair, and looked at Lu Sen, who looked perturbed.
"Come, tell me, how the f * ck did you manage people for me all day?"
Lu Sen was sweating profusely. He was so terrified that he could not speak.
"This, this …"
"The last time we caught Old Luo, you said the equipment was not good enough. This time, we caught an unknown survivor leader, and you even used a carbon nano bulletproof vest with optical invisibility. There is no news yet." Wan Peng smiled and put his legs on the table. "Tell me, what's the situation."
"This, boss, they are all silent during the mission. I don't know what's going on on their side. I promise you, when they come back, I will report to you immediately."
"Report? Ha! "
Wan Peng raised his eyebrows. The anger in his heart was brewing, and he was just about to curse.
All of a sudden, a violent tremor came from the floor.
The cup on the desk was knocked over, and the hot water splashed directly over. With the violent shaking of the floor, Wan Peng subconsciously wanted to dodge. Caught off guard, he directly flipped over from the chair.
"Boss, be careful!"
Lu Sen was quick to react. He took two steps forward and supported the boss.
"Ah! Motherf * cker. " Wan Peng's pants were splashed with boiling water. He grabbed Lu Sen's arm and got up from the ground. "What the f * ck is going on? What are the people downstairs doing? "
The shaking became more and more intense, like a magnitude 6 or 7 earthquake. Even the entire Pan-Asia Cooperation Building shook.
Suddenly, Wan Peng's face changed.
It was not the people downstairs doing something.
The entire Pingan Street was shaking!
"Could it be?" Wan Peng had a bad feeling in his heart.
Earthquake? That's impossible! Shangjing was not in the earthquake zone!
Just then, he suddenly remembered that ten years ago, when he and Ding Liwei conspired to blow up Line 35, a similar thing seemed to have happened …
This time, his face completely changed.
It seemed to confirm his speculation.
Directly opposite the window, at the south gate of Pingan Street, in the center of the slums, a large piece of land arched half a meter, and the cement road broke inch by inch, then suddenly fell down. A ripple-like shock wave swayed outward from the previously arched center and swept in the direction of the giant wall.
The shacks in the slums were swept by the shock wave, like a boat standing on the top of a wave, and began to collapse along the direction of the shock wave.
If it was only half of the slums that collapsed, it would not be enough to make Wan Peng feel distressed.
Those refugees were like weeds, no matter how many died, it was not enough to make Wan Peng feel distressed.
What really made Wan Peng panic was that, standing on the Pan-Asia Cooperation Building, he could clearly see that when the shock wave spread to the south gate of the giant wall, the entire surface of the area around the south gate collapsed a few meters.
A corner of the towering giant wall had already caved in, and in the billowing dust, it slowly collapsed outward …
The entire southern part of Pingan Street had turned into hell.
At the same time, hundreds of meters underground, standing on the turret of a tank, Yegor laughed wildly.
The scars and wrinkles on his face were mixed together, shaking hideously, highlighting his excitement.
"Hahahaha! Awesome! Awesome! "
The strong wind whistling along the subway entrance blew on his face. Even though he was a few kilometers away, he could still feel the heat in the air.
"General, the radiation index in the subway is rising!" Sminov poked his head out from the tank next to him. Facing the howling wind, he yelled at Yegor, "You should go back to the tank!"
To be honest, he was really afraid that his commander's head would be fried by the radiation.
Although he also knew that this was impossible. After being injected with nano-serum, this level of radiation was nothing at all.
"Haha, good!"
"Tanks of Company 1, listen to me!" Without caring about the rising radiation value, Yegor's fist slammed on the turret. Facing the strong wind, he yelled into the headset, "The legacy of Pan-Asia Cooperation is in front of us! Step on the gas pedal to the maximum! Get ready to charge! "
After that, Yegor sat back in the tank and covered the top cover.
The sound of the tracks sounded. Under his leadership, more than a dozen tanks engraved with the Soviet emblem rushed forward along the subway line.
It was just that no one noticed that in the depths of the darkness, unknown dangers were stirring restlessly …
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