The South Gate of Pingan Street was brightly lit at this moment.
After the four transport helicopters unloaded the power armor soldiers, they immediately turned into gunboats and used the heavy machine guns at the rear to fire at dangerous mutants such as Roshans and Throwers. They circled around the edge of the battlefield.
On the other side of the battlefield, NAC's armored forces suddenly rushed out and knocked away the zombies and flattened them under the tracks of the Tiger II. The armored vehicles followed closely and used the mounted machine guns to fire at the zombies and split them in half.
On the other side, after entering Pingan Street from the North Gate, Han Junhua immediately took over the command of the defensive area and led the NAC soldiers to climb the protective wall. She took over the control of the second line of defense from the exhausted Pingan Street defenders.
Immediately afterward, she sent engineering robots to the construction site behind the second line of defense and replaced the builders of Pingan Street to take over the third line of defense that was less than 50% complete.
In terms of dealing with the zombie tide, the survivors in Wanghai were the experts.
The zombies and mutants in Shangjing were concentrated in the subway, unlike Wanghai that radiated from the city center. If the opening difficulty of the Shangjing survivors was easy, then the survivors of Wanghai experienced a hellish opening.
Of the 5,000 expeditionary forces, 4,000 soldiers had already entered Pingan Street, forming a sharp contrast with the Pingan Street defenders who suffered heavy casualties. Whether it was in quality or quantity, NAC had an absolute advantage.
Anyone with a discerning eye could see that after tonight, the owner of the Pan-Asia Cooperation Building would have to change.
At this moment, below the Pan-Asia Cooperation Building.
More than a dozen Second Militia soldiers in Pan-Asia Civil Defense uniforms stood at the door with loaded guns and blocked all those who tried to enter the building.
Among them were survivors who wanted to leave the city, businessmen, factory owners, and even their own people who wanted to report the situation to their superiors.
"Where is Leader Ding? What are they doing! Why haven't we seen them since the beginning? "
"The South Gate is about to fall! Open the North Gate and let our people out! "
"Get your soldiers out of my factory! You robbers! "
"Calm down, calm down, we are also very anxious." Standing next to the soldiers, the mayor of Pingan Street smiled bitterly and tried to calm the emotions of the survivors, but it did not work.
He was also secretly anxious. Leader Ding and Manager Fang were both missing at this time. Could it be that the rumors were true, that all the senior members of the Shangjing Survivors Alliance escaped through the tunnel?
At this moment, a team of power armor soldiers pushed through the bustling crowd and walked in front of the militia.
Seeing this, the soldier on duty immediately stepped forward and raised his right hand.
"Please stop. This is the Survivors Alliance's meeting place. Unauthorized people are not allowed to-"
"Move." Jiang Chen didn't even look at him and said emotionlessly.
At this moment, several trucks drove into the small square in front of the Pan-Asian Cooperation Building, and soldiers with live ammunition jumped from the trucks.
Looking at the dozens of well-equipped soldiers and power armors in front of them, the militia at the door suddenly felt his scalp tingle. The mayor took two steps forward and wanted to say something nice. However, when he saw that Jiang Chen didn't even bother to take off his mask, he turned to Song Chenyu, who was standing behind Jiang Chen, for help.
Song Chenyu looked to the side and pretended not to notice the mayor's gaze.
"Mr. Jiang, if we remember correctly … we are allies, right?" The militia captain in charge of guarding the door forced himself to walk to the front of the team and said to Jiang Chen.
"Allies?" Jiang Chen smiled. "If Manager Wan can explain to me what happened to the assassins who attacked me, we might as well discuss the issue of allies at that time."
The militia captain only felt his heart skip a beat, and cold sweat suddenly emerged.
Sending assassins to the NAC General? What did Wan Peng want to do?!
"That … Did we have some kind of misunderstanding?" The mayor said with a smile, "I don't think Manager Wan is someone who doesn't know the severity of the situation. How could he do such a thing?"
"Misunderstanding?" Jiang Chen clicked on the holographic screen and pushed it in front of the mayor. "Do you recognize them?"
On the screen was a video.
The ten men in black killed by Jiang Chen's guards were impressively in this video.
Cold sweat dripped from the mayor's forehead, and his thoughts turned quickly. He wanted to explain something to Jiang Chen, but Jiang Chen obviously didn't intend to listen to his explanation.
"It doesn't matter if you don't recognize them. I'll ask Manager Wan in person."
Jiang Chen gestured to the soldiers behind him.
The sound of rifles being loaded made the militias and survivors present pale. The survivors who were still watching the show began to retreat. But the dozen militias in front of Jiang Chen looked at their captain with cold sweat dripping down their backs.
There was no doubt that if a fight really broke out, it would only be a matter of minutes for NAC to step over their corpses.
Looking at the militia captain's stiff expression, Jiang Chen smiled.
"I'll ask you again, make way?"
Although he sounded like he was negotiating, the triangular barrel that had begun to rotate left no room for negotiation.
…
The last force loyal to the Shangjing Survivors Alliance also chose to surrender in a dignified manner.
To be precise, this should actually be the second to last force. There was another force, the trump card of Commander Ding – the Power Armor Company, still loyal to their commander.
A total of 100 P-series police power armors, after more than 20 years of continuous modification in the apocalypse, had combat effectiveness not inferior to the Sixth Street's independently developed T-series power armors. But now this force, like their leader, was nowhere to be found.
After taking control of the Pan-Asia Cooperation Building, NAC sent two hundred soldiers into the building. However, after searching the entire building, they did not find the whereabouts of the Shangjing Survivors Alliance.
Lu Fan walked in front of Jiang Chen, saluted, and said with a solemn expression.
"Report, no traces of Ding Liwei, Wan Peng, and others were found."
Jiang Chen frowned slightly.
No one?
Could this person fly away?
"Have you searched every floor?" Jiang Chen asked.
"Yes, we have. Our men have even searched the water tank on the roof." Lu Fan shook his head with a bitter smile. "Now the entire administrative staff of Pingan Street is under our control, but so far, we haven't obtained any valuable information."
"If only we could use the truth-telling serum."
Of course, Jiang Chen was just thinking about it.
In this world, except for the refugees in the slums, most survivors would be injected with genetic vaccines. Even the most inferior E-grade genetic vaccine, after strengthening the activity of neuronal cells, could produce resistance to the truth-telling serum.
But then again, if the higher-ups of the Shangjing Survivors Alliance really escaped or hid, how could they let these ordinary people know their whereabouts? Even if everyone honestly spat out the information they knew, they probably wouldn't be able to find where Ding Liwei and Wan Peng went.
What should I do?
Jiang Chen frowned.
Just then, his eyes fell on the camera on the wall.
The corners of his mouth curled into a smile. He already had an idea.
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