He stumbled as he escaped from Line 0.
Holding onto the gear-shaped door, Wan Peng gasped for air with his hands on his knees. His face was filled with the expression of surviving a disaster.
Just now, the neatly organized power armor formation roared past him in a majestic manner. A strong smell of blood drifted from the group of power armors. Obviously, they had just experienced a fierce battle. The steel on their bodies exuded a murderous aura.
He hid in the shadows and didn't dare to breathe. Only when the earth-shaking sound faded away did he emerge from the crack in the tunnel wall.
Fortunately, the power armors moved very fast. Otherwise, he would never have escaped.
"Fu * k! I didn't feel anything when I came down. I didn't expect it to be so tiring. "
Wan Peng cursed, wiped the sweat on his neck, and walked in the direction of Line 2.
They had already lost.
Whether it was the treasure in Line 0 or everything on Pingan Street, they had lost all their chips in this gamble.
In fact, as early as the moment the Russians appeared, Wan Peng already saw this point.
When the Shangjing Survivors Alliance was placed in the gap between the two major forces, no matter who won the battle, it would not belong to them who were already at the end of the road.
However, Ding Liwei obviously didn't see this point clearly. Until the last moment, he still hoped that Wan Peng would play his last card and help him turn the tide. However, he didn't know that the moment he jumped off the building to command the battle, Manager Wan already seized the opportunity to escape.
Wan Peng couldn't help but feel some regret when he thought of Commander Ding.
If he wasn't so stubborn, he wouldn't end up like this. With more than 70 power armors, even if he lost control of Pingan Street, other than Wanghai in the south, where couldn't the Second Militia Regiment go on this wasteland?
Wan Peng shook his head, walked along the tunnel, and moved forward with his back facing Line 27.
Pingan Street was no longer safe.
Not surprisingly, NAC had now taken over the city defense of Pingan Street. If he went back, there would only be one ending waiting for him. Even if NAC didn't do anything, the people who were eager to show their loyalty to NAC and the survivors trapped on Pingan Street would tear him to pieces.
He had left some things and men in the place of the Sunday Inn, and there were some men in black who were at his command on the surface. He could no longer stay in Shangjing. He could only choose to go southwest, bypass NAC's territory, and go to Guangdong and Guangxi.
That was the sphere of influence of the southern survivors. Although the survivors there were afraid of NAC, they did not listen to them. Moreover, the business there was relatively developed. It was not impossible for him to change his identity and make a comeback there …
However, at this moment, a flash of silver light caught him off guard.
Before he could react, a sharp pain came from his chest. Wan Peng groaned, clutched his chest, and fell to the ground.
Gritting his teeth, he took out a syringe.
However, before he could stab the needle into his chest, there was another flash of silver light. Blood spurted from his wrist and splashed onto the ground.
"Ahhhhh!"
A heart-wrenching scream resounded through the tunnel. Wan Peng looked at his severed hand, his expression twisted in pain.
"I won't fail twice in the face of the same trick." Leaning against the wall of the tunnel, Old Luo grinned, and the silver light in his hand flickered. "Now, I want to see how you use that ridiculous trump card?"
Wan Peng, who fell to the ground, moved his legs back and looked at Old Luo in horror.
"Why … are you not willing to let me go even when you die? I'm not the one who got those treasures. You should go find them … "
"But everything happened because of you," Old Luo said calmly.
"Just because of this?" Wan Peng said blankly.
"Do I need any other reason?" Old Luo calmly looked at the stunned Wan Peng and sighed. "Die with me for the secret of Pan-Asia Cooperation."
"Hahaha, idiot, I didn't expect Wan Peng to die in the hands of a madman. Hahaha, hahaha …"
Wan Peng laid on the ground and laughed. In the almost insane laughter, he gradually reached the end of his life.
The silver knife fell from his sleeve and fell to the ground with a clattering sound. Old Luo leaned against the wall and slowly sat down. Finally, he exhausted the last trace of his strength. Without saying a word, he slowly closed his eyes.
…
The tank was burning.
Under the siege of the NAC power armors, there was no suspense in the battle. After exhausting the last shell on the ammunition rack, Yegor, who was trapped in the lobby of the media building, finally fell into a state of exhaustion.
Climbing out of the tank, he held the gun tightly in his hand.
Not far from him was the body of Sminov, and half of his body was burned into charcoal.
Yegor didn't look at him. He just held the wall and took two steps forward. Looking at the burning wreckage on the ground, he suddenly grinned and laughed out loud.
"… I have watched the snow for the Soviets in Uelian for twenty years, and this is the first time I have fought to my heart's content. Dying in the capital of Pan-Asia Cooperation, it's a worthy death … "
Looking at the power armors surrounding him, he used the last trace of his strength and let out a roar.
"Hurrah —!"
The bullets from the pistols sparked on the power armor.
When he pulled the trigger for the third time, a stream of bullets swept over and turned him into a sieve.
Finally, the tyrant who swept half of Eastern Siberia finally reached the end of his life on the land of Pan-Asian Cooperation. His eyes widened in a pool of blood as he ended his life full of slaughter and sin.
In the distance, flames rose from the building.
"Subordinate is incompetent and late. General, please punish me." Zhang Zhuo stood behind Jiang Chen with his head down and said with shame.
"Please raise your head." Jiang Chen turned around and looked at the remorseful Zhang Zhuo. "You've already done your best to break through the Russian defense line in the shortest time possible. How can I bear to blame my subordinates who have contributed to this? So, raise your head. "
Zhang Zhuo raised his head. He was extremely touched.
At this time, Lu Fan came forward and saluted.
"The battle is over. It is confirmed that Egor is dead."
When Jiang Chen heard the news, he nodded.
"What about Ding Liwei and Wan Peng? I'm more concerned about the whereabouts of these two guys. "
"Ding Liwei has been confirmed to have died in the hands of a CCCP tank. Wan Peng's whereabouts are unknown. He is suspected to have escaped during the chaos," Lu Fan replied.
"Escaped?" Jiang Chen grinned. "Forget it. If he escaped, then he escaped. Most likely he won't be able to escape far."
After a pause, Jiang Chen looked at Zhang Zhuo and ordered.
"Take some people down. Below the Garden of Eden is the legacy of Pan-Asian Cooperation. Take away all the hibernation chambers on the first floor. The resources on the third floor and the power armors on the fourth floor. Leave the fifth floor for the time being. In addition, send two more people outside Line 0 and inform Han Junhua to send more people down. "
"Yes!"
Zhang Zhuo saluted, turned around, and left.
Standing on the building, Jiang Chen overlooked the city and quietly watched for a long time.
"Lu Fan."
"Here." When Lu Fan heard General calling him, he quickly replied.
"Get ready, we're going back."
"Yes!"
Unsurprisingly, the sky outside was already bright. After so many things happened, the chaos in Shangjing finally came to an end.
Jiang Chen suddenly felt tired and just wanted to find a place to sleep.
It was best to sleep until the next day.
"Remember your promise," X 71291 said softly beside him.
"Don't worry, I know the weight of the word promise better than you." Jiang Chen shrugged.
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