General Armon sat in a chair and thought for half an hour.
He thought about all kinds of possibilities and carefully analyzed the various technological and military methods that he knew, and even heard about, one by one.
General Maups said he would die soon.
He didn't believe it, but it didn't mean he would take it as a joke.
If General Armon was blackmailed for 100 million US dollars, he wouldn't be able to take it out. Even if he did take it out, it was estimated that tens of thousands of troops and horses would be mobilized to chop that person into meat sauce.
The minibus, which had rushed over from the steel bridge, was the best proof.
However, since General Armon dared to ask for 100 million US dollars, he naturally had his confidence. In the past half an hour, he had carefully considered everything from the most ancient poisoning methods to the most popular drone roll call in the twenty-first century. Even the Monster Industries bribing people around him to assassinate him was considered.
With this consideration, General Armon felt that the young president of Monster Industries was bragging and threatening.
He wasn't even afraid of US military drones. Why would he be afraid of an entrepreneur from Hua Xia?
Therefore, General Armon took advantage of the day and led several of his confidants to hide in another bunker. This bunker was closer to the army and more hidden. It was located in a residential house with a complex terrain. It looked ordinary on the outside, but there was a specially reinforced underground bunker inside.
Although the African soldiers always made a fool of themselves internationally, they were not hopelessly stupid. At least military news from various countries would be paid attention to for a long time.
In recent years, the development of unmanned aerial vehicles has become more and more mature. From Africa to the desert, there were too many careless leaders who were blown to pieces by a drone that may be as valuable as a tank. As soon as the news spread, General Armon and several other high-level officials naturally put the prevention of drones as the first priority.
After changing the bunker, the 100 million US dollars was still left in the original warehouse.
Armon checked the US dollars in detail, and he could guarantee that there was no problem with the US dollars. It was just because this bunker was too small and not suitable for storing US dollars.
Thinking of this, General Armon couldn't help but feel a little funny. The longer he lived, the more he feared death. Because of a few threats from others, he hid his position in such a big way. Perhaps with 100 million US dollars in hand, he began to yearn more for the days when the male protagonists in European and American movies were happy and free.
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Time passed bit by bit. The battle had been going on for several days in every corner of the capital city. The people on both sides and the suffering citizens were under too much pressure.
Therefore, as night fell.
The capital city gradually fell into a deathly silence without any lights. Even the Blue Helmets only lit up important buildings and roads.
On the barren land dotted with stars, there seemed to be no signs of life.
This place was still tens of kilometers away from the bunker General Armon was hiding in. It was a wasteland with no strategic value, so naturally, there would be no soldiers stationed here. Therefore, under the night sky, when an inconspicuous rock slowly cracked open, it would not attract anyone's attention, except for the insects hiding under the rock.
A human wearing a black cloak and shrouded in shadows stood up from the rock.
It pulled out a cable from its chest. After charging up, it jumped almost five meters away with a light leap.
Crack!
As the dust settled, a crack appeared on another rock. A vulture flew into the sky from inside and landed on the black-robed man.
Electromagnetic waves invisible to the naked eye were quickly transmitted here. Through the satellite network, the Avenger robot, which had just finished its hibernation, downloaded an electronic topographic map of a radius of tens of kilometers and the "infiltration mission" in less than ten seconds.
The infrared night vision mode was activated.
The vulture standing on its shoulder also activated thermal detection and dynamic detection at the same time.
One was detecting the enemy in the sky, while the other was on the ground, running on all fours like a cheetah.
In the night, no mammal could escape the surveillance of the vulture drone. When the Avenger robot spent twenty minutes running and approached the active human territory for the first time, the Vulture drone had already marked the positions of all the living humans in front of it. Based on their body movements, it automatically determined which of these humans were sleeping and which of them were carrying guns and carrying out guard work.
This was a submerged highway on brown land. There were no street lights on the highway, but there were more than thousands of people and hundreds of cars across the highway. They set up simple open roofs on both sides of the road, pulled up barbed wire, and erected more than ten searchlights that could move at different angles.
Logically speaking, it was impossible to pass through this blockade without alerting a single person.
Putting aside the fact that General Armon had issued the strictest defense order in the afternoon, the searchlights that could illuminate hundreds of meters away, the tents that were in disarray, and the hundreds of people with guns walking around outside the tents, meticulously patrolling with flashlights. It was destined that even if a SEAL instructor came, he could only shake his head and sigh. He would either take a detour or give up the mission.
The Avenger robot, however, moved forward. When it moved under a searchlight in front of it, it suddenly accelerated. Like a gecko running close to the wall, it was swift and silent.
It jumped over the one-meter-tall barbed wire fence and landed quietly. Before the two soldiers with flashlights in front of it reached it, it leaped lightly and landed behind a tent in a posture that was impossible for humans to accomplish.
There were three soldiers sleeping in this tent. The Avenger robot stuck close to the tent and circled around half a circle predictably, dodging another patrolling soldier. Then, with its limbs on the ground, it climbed under the chassis of a pickup truck.
There were two more tents in front, one of which was still lit up, and the figure reflected on the tent could be clearly seen.
The Avenger robot stood up and walked straight ahead until it reached the next barbed wire fence. It jumped again and escaped into the darkness where the searchlights had not yet swept over.
It ran wildly on the ground. Occasionally, it would make a 180-degree turn as if it had been electrocuted. Sometimes, when the roar of a car engine and the sound of tires rolling could be heard nearby, the skilled people would bravely follow behind the car.
Constantly dodging, constantly using the thermal imaging data sent back by the vulture drone, it passed through the seemingly impossible blockade again and again.
Half an hour later, a square residential area appeared in front of the Avenger robot.
At the highest point of this residential area, there was also a vulture drone stationed here, firmly monitoring the house where General Armon was hiding. In this residential area, there were more than 500 soldiers hidden. They were scattered in various houses, and more than half of them were carrying out General Armon's guard mission.
Here, there was not a single alley that was unguarded, and there was not a single corner that had a surveillance blind spot. With General Armon's bunker as a radiation, it was an iron bucket defense circle. The soldiers in the building could easily resist enemies that were three times their number.
In the face of this situation, the Avenger robot just climbed up a two-story building in silence.
On the flat roof, there were also many soldiers standing guard.
For example, on the building under the feet of the Avenger robot, two soldiers were huddled in a corner, chatting one sentence after another. Even when the Avenger robot climbed up, they were attracted by the inevitable rustling sound of the wall peeling off behind them.
Unfortunately, before they could stand up.
Two metal ribbons drilled out of the dark cloak and pierced into the back of their necks like poisonous snakes.
Their eyes instantly froze, like a bull that had been hit by a matador's fatal sword. They stiffened on the spot, and their breathing stopped abruptly.
The buildings here were next to each other, and almost every building had one or two soldiers guarding it.
In the face of this situation, the Avenger robot, who was already standing on the top of the building, calmly took out an absolutely strange sci-fi pistol from under the cloak.
This pistol was different from any standard gun. It looked a little bloated, and the silver-gray muzzle was less than two millimeters in caliber.
"Puff ~"
Even in the silence of the night, two indiscernible tapping sounds came from the front of the muzzle.
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