Seeing that everyone was just looking at him nervously, as if they were facing a formidable enemy, but not reacting at all, Yang Cheng frowned and said a little impatiently, "This doesn't seem to be the time to be in a daze. Or could it be that my English pronunciation isn't up to par and you guys can't understand me?"
At this time, Robert finally calmed down. He tried his best not to look at the two figures still squirming on the countless screens and said in a deep voice, "Your Majesty Pluto, can you be lenient with us for offending you this time? An existence as high and mighty as you should have a heart wider than the sea. Since the people that were sent to offend you are all dead, can you let everyone here go? "
Yang Cheng smiled. "That's easy for you to say. If you want to catch me and harm me, you can think of ways to kill me. But when I'm here to collect my debt, you want me to forgive everything. Don't you think this is as funny as a children's fairy tale? "
"Your Majesty, you should know very well that this is the FBI, one of the most powerful places in Merika. If you really start a massacre here or completely fall out with us, I think no matter how powerful you are, you won't get any benefits …" an officer said loudly and solemnly.
Yang Cheng didn't even look at him and swung his left hand behind him …
"Bang bang bang!! … "
Countless sounds of explosions could be heard as high-voltage electric currents wreaked havoc. Hundreds of large computers were twisted, broken, and shattered by an inexplicable force!
Flames shot out in all directions, and the high burning blue flames turned these cutting-edge technological products into a pile of wreckage and scrap metal!
The flames caused by the explosion dyed the entire underground base in a layer of red light. The white lights were instantly swallowed up, and the air was filled with the smell of burning metal and plastic!
In just a few seconds, the entire underground base was blasted open because of the explosion of a large number of instruments. A long tunnel of charred flames was blasted open!
Yang Cheng retracted his hand and put it in his pants pocket. He said calmly, "If I hear any more nonsense, the next time, I'll be aiming at you guys and not the machines."
Some of the pure technical personnel present were already scared silly, and some of them didn't even realize that they had wet their pants.
These special agents and soldiers were all stunned by the terrifying power. They didn't know whether to move forward or retreat. They could only stand there, trembling.
As the director, Robert had completely lost his mind at this moment. His hatred for Yang Cheng had reached the extreme, but he was powerless to resist. He was also afraid of being killed, so his face was filled with helplessness.
After a full half a minute of silence, a tall, young black commander in a suit stepped forward and asked with a solemn expression, "Your Excellency, it's our fault. We just want to ask Your Excellency, what can we do to appease your anger … If you really want to call all the people of Blue Storm here for Your Excellency to slaughter, this is something we can't accept, because we will lose an important fighting force on the international stage.
It's true that we can't fight against an existence like you, but as far as I know, the gods can't break the structure of the world at will. Since that's the case, please come up with a proposal that both parties can accept. We're willing to compensate you with something that shows our sincerity. "
Yang Cheng asked expressionlessly, "What's your name?"
"Mario Balotelli, the commander-in-chief of the FBI's Anti-Terrorism Department," the black man said proudly.
Yang Cheng smiled with interest. "Aren't you afraid that you'll die a horrible death by talking to me first?"
"Yes, but if we don't talk, we'll all die." Balotelli's face was solemn.
Yang Cheng pondered for a moment. "Alright, then I'll give you a chance to salvage the situation. Actually, the most important person who sent me here this time is your director, Robert. The other people who died will be buried with him. Since you're so brave, then I have to give your bravery some respect … "
As Yang Cheng spoke, his eyes fell on the holster on Balotelli's waist. In the blink of an eye, the silver Desert Eagle was pulled out of the holster and flew into Balotelli's hand!
This move didn't surprise many people. After all, the US military's Blue Storm had many people with special abilities, and most people had seen all kinds of special abilities.
Balotelli held the heavy gun and asked in confusion, "Your Majesty Pluto, what's the meaning of this?"
"Kill him," Yang Cheng said straightforwardly.
Balotelli was stunned, and the other people present also suddenly realized something.
Yang Cheng's intention was also very simple. He didn't want to do it, but let Robert's subordinates do it. This would make Robert suffer a hundred times more than dying in his own hands!
Balotelli turned his head with difficulty and looked at Robert, whose eyes were filled with hesitation and fear. He was obviously hesitating.
Yang Cheng said, "You have two choices now. One, shoot him, then all of you will be fine. After all, it's not you who want to harm me. Two, if you don't shoot, then I'll do it. But … since you're so united, then I'll send all of you to hell with Robert. "
Hearing this, an officer who was already pale with fear rushed forward and reached out to grab the gun in Balotelli's hand!
"Give it to me! You idiot!! If you don't shoot, we'll all die!! "
Balotelli gripped the gun tightly, gritted his teeth, and refused to give it to Robert.
The other commanders and technicians on the side were anxious. Although they were a little afraid of Robert, their own lives were more important than that. Besides, they couldn't just become one person and then let him destroy the entire base!?
Robert was shocked and angry at the same time. He hissed, "Bastard!! How dare you listen to him and want to kill me!? Do you still respect me as the director!? Balotelli! Aim your guns at that guy! Do we still need to be afraid of him in our base!? He's not the only God in the world! If he makes too much noise, someone will naturally come to take care of him!! "
Before Robert could finish speaking, Balotelli, who had been standing with all his might, suddenly raised his gun, aimed it at Robert's chest, and pulled the trigger!
Bang!!
After a burst of smoke, there was a big bloody hole in Robert's chest!
Robert looked at his subordinate in disbelief. He raised a trembling hand and wanted to say something, but as his life rapidly flowed away, he knelt weakly on the ground, unable to open his mouth. In the end, he could only dissipate the last bit of his life with his eyes wide open.
The dark red blood spread from the ground, and the atmosphere at the scene seemed to freeze at this moment. Some people could even hear the sound of saliva being swallowed.
At this time, Balotelli slowly walked in front of the corpse and stepped on Robert's head. His eyes were burning, and he said in a low voice, "We are your subordinates, but we are not your slaves, bastard! It's always been you … "
Many of the officials at the side who heard this felt the complicated expressions on the ground and sighed.
Perhaps in many people's hearts, under the brutal oppression, there were too many accumulated helplessness.
Yang Cheng clapped his hands and walked forward with a smile on his face. He patted Balotelli's shoulder as if they were old friends. "This time, you saved everyone here, and you also saved the FBI headquarters. You are a big hero. If you get promoted and become a director, don't be like this guy Robert, looking for trouble for me for no reason."
Balotelli turned around in shock and looked at Yang Cheng, who had a meaningful look on his face. Only then did he realize that Yang Cheng had actually done him a big favor … but this favor was a little too strange.
But indeed, there were many people around, especially the ordinary technical staff, who looked at him with grateful eyes. If he hadn't taken the initiative to negotiate and killed Robert, they might have been buried here.
Yang Cheng ignored the strange look of the big black man. Suddenly, in front of everyone, he squatted down and turned Robert's body over.
Under everyone's puzzled gaze, Yang Cheng put his hand into Robert's suit pocket, as if he was searching for something.
When he pulled his hand out, Yang Cheng was already holding a copper yellow round pocket watch!
Many people who were close to Robert knew that this was Robert's favorite little item. However, they never expected that it would be taken away after his death!
Seeing everyone looking at him with strange eyes, Yang Cheng smiled a little embarrassedly. "Look at you guys, that's not good. I'm not greedy. Do I look like the kind of person who won't even let go of a dead person's belongings? We are all people with status, how could we do such immoral things? Especially in front of our friendly friends from the FBI.
The main point is that the Porsche GT that I borrowed from that woman, Christen, was lost because of those two guys from Blue Storm. I have to get some interest back. Otherwise, I would be too heartless. This pocket watch … although it looks a little old, it's still a mechanical watch, so it should be worth some money, hehe … "
Everyone at the side forced a stiff smile, and their eyes were full of understanding.
Yang Cheng touched the watch, but before he stood up, he reached into Robert's other pocket and pulled something out. It was a pack of Marlboro cigarettes!
“SHIT！” Yang Cheng cursed and threw the cigarette on the ground. He squatted there and muttered, "A dignified FBI director smokes cigarettes that are not much different from my two-dollar cigarettes. So stingy, why didn't he put his wallet in his pocket … What a loss …"
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