"Any news?"
In the isolated hotel in Zone B of the White City.
Leon's expression was slightly anxious. He paced back and forth in Feng Luo's room, his high-heeled combat boots making rapid noises as he stepped on the floor.
"Not yet …"
Feng Luo shook his head.
"It's almost nightfall!"
Leon raised his head. His pair of eyes, which were originally full of vigor, revealed exhaustion and slight impatience.
Outside the window, on top of the snow-capped peak at the edge of the sky, the moon had already appeared. The region where the Rav Republic was located was currently in winter, so the days were relatively short.
It had been seven hours since they killed the Tyrant Leeches and were locked up here.
The night was about to descend again.
"Nighttime should be more advantageous for us."
Feng Luo said.
In his mind, he recalled the conversation between Jack of Spades and the invisible Force NPC that the Scout Beetle had overheard yesterday.
Their plan of action happened to be tonight.
"How are the infected soldiers? Are they okay?"
After that, Feng Luo asked Leon.
"It's okay. Although two of them have a fever, it doesn't look too serious."
"However, if we wait for another two hours, I'm afraid the virus will be out of control!"
Leon said worriedly.
"I still have two antiviral serums with me. If necessary, give them to them!"
Feng Luo said.
Previously, he had decided to take out all ten antivirus serums and give them to the infected players and special forces soldiers.
However, considering the fact that they had agreed to give the antivirus serum to the players based on their performance, they decided to give the antivirus serum to them.
As such, Feng Luo decided to give the serum according to the severity of the situation, and he used the method of a few people working together to give one serum.
Using it like this, he still had two left.
However, if nothing else happened outside, these two armies would definitely not be able to hold on for long.
"Hmm?"
As Feng Luo was thinking about this, his expression suddenly changed.
"There's a situation!"
After informing Leon, Feng Luo's gaze quickly switched to the vision of a Scout Beetle.
This was a Scout Beetle hovering above the White City. Its position was above the slums in Area D.
Compared to Area A and B, which were bustling with noise and all kinds of bright lights, this place was much dimmer and dimmer.
Because the public security was too chaotic at night, there were not many pedestrians on the streets of District D.
Because of this, what happened next made Feng Luo feel strange.
Black trucks with huge carriages drove out of a warehouse-like building in Area D.
After driving out of the warehouse, they headed towards the main road of the city.
There were a total of ten of these large black trucks, and they were undoubtedly very eye-catching in Area D at this time.
"What's inside?"
Feng Luo's intuition told him that something was amiss.
Hence, he commanded the Scout Beetle to quickly descend and catch up with a truck.
Then, he landed on the carriage and wanted to go inside to investigate.
However, what surprised Feng Luo was that the compartment of the truck was sealed very well. Even with the size of the Scout Beetle, it was unable to find a small hole to enter.
"There must be something wrong!"
However, this made Feng Luo even more suspicious.
How could a normal carriage be so tightly sealed? There was practically no gap at all.
Feng Luo continued to command the Scout Beetle to climb on top of the carriage. After about five minutes, he finally made a discovery.
On the chassis of this truck, there was a red-and-white umbrella-shaped pattern.
"Umbrella Corporation!"
When he saw the pattern, the truck had already driven to the edge of a leisure plaza in Area B and stopped.
The driver wore a hat and a mask to cover his face. He quickly got out of the truck and left in a hurry.
Compared to the quiet and deserted Area D, Area B, which was the home of all the rich and high-class people in the city, was undoubtedly the busiest at this time.
At the moment, there were many people moving around in the plaza. Some were walking, some were chatting, and some were sitting by the fountain in the center to show off their love.
Even on one side of the plaza, there was an NPC band performing.
There were hundreds of tourists and residents surrounding them. All of them had fanatical expressions on their faces as they shouted loudly along with the loud music and white smoke that rose from time to time.
Under such circumstances, they did not pay much attention to the large black truck that stopped beside them.
There were even a few young men with dyed hair, tattoos, and nose rings. When they saw that there was no one in the driver's seat, they climbed up to the top of the truck through the front of the car and occupied the best viewing position.
They waved the beer bottles in their hands and continued to shout, but no one noticed that there was a hidden spot in the driver's seat.
At that moment, a bright red "countdown" appeared on the screen of a device. It had now jumped to "200 seconds!"
At the same time, somewhere in Area A, about two kilometers in a straight line from Area B, there was a fleet of seven luxury cars.
At the same time, somewhere in Area A, which was about two kilometers away from Area B, there was a fleet of seven luxury cars.
At the same time, somewhere in Area A, about two kilometers in a straight line from Area B, there was a fleet of seven luxury cars.
They were driving out of the Presidential Palace and heading toward a luxury hotel not far away.
In the third car of the fleet, the bald middle-aged captain, who was sitting in the back seat of a comfortable, self-driving luxury energy car, loosened the tie on his suit and leather shoes. He looked like he was too lazy to move.
"Captain, you're still the best, to be able to make that cold-faced female adjutant agree to our terms."
An NPC negotiator sitting in front of him turned around and said with a smile similar to Little Fatty's.
"They just want to reap some benefits. They don't have the ability to really go against our Federation …"
The bald middle-aged captain said in a disdainful tone.
"Right, Captain, about Captain Scott and the others …"
"I've already requested the Federation to send medical experts over. They can go and treat them early tomorrow morning … Fortunately, they didn't make a move against the people from the Ralph Republic. Otherwise, today's negotiations would have been even more difficult."
The bald middle-aged captain glared at him when he heard that.
He blamed his subordinate for not having good eyesight.
There were some things that he could not say out loud.
Those big-headed soldiers were infected with a virus that could be fatal!
Was he supposed to tell the people from the Ralph Republic to let them go back to the luxury hotel and stay with the main force of the negotiations after a tiring day?
Moreover, this real male secretary was far less attractive than the "female secretary" that the Secret Service Bureau had arranged for him.
"Can you tell their leader to transfer her secretary to the diplomatic corps …"
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