The headquarters were like a silent black mountain range, shrouded in a deathly silence. Abandoned vehicles were everywhere in the open air, and the smell of fuel and smoke mixed together to create a pungent smell. Countless pairs of dazed and confused eyes could be seen through the gaps in the windows of the buildings. All the remaining soldiers were hiding in the buildings, and the atmosphere was gloomy.
Although the encirclement troops of the Six Nations could not be seen at the end of the horizon, everyone knew that countless missiles had locked onto the headquarters and would hit them at any moment. They would turn into skyrocketing fireworks, burning and purifying everything.
No one knew what their fate would be in the future.
Everything depended on the final decision of the Germinal Organization. If they surrendered, there might still be a glimmer of hope.
After all, not everyone was willing to die.
In the central control room of the underground headquarters, the screen showed the current situation. The blue represented the Germinal Organization's headquarters, and the red represented the Six Nations' headquarters. The rest of the continent was filled with red.
The masked leader stood at the forefront with his hands behind his back, looking at the screen silently. Behind him, all the upper echelons quietly exchanged glances. No one spoke, and the silence was eerie.
"What do you plan to do?" one of the upper echelons asked hesitantly.
The leader closed his eyes. When everyone was anxious, he said with a hoarse voice, "Launch all the nuclear bombs."
All the upper echelons trembled. A bald upper echelon with high authority could not help but say, "The Six Nations have locked onto us. It is impossible to die together. This is suicide!"
"What, you want to beg for mercy from the Six Nations?" The leader's tone did not change. "Don't forget what the Germinal Organization was built for. There is no defeat, only death."
The upper echelons were all people who hated the Six Nations, but not everyone could remain unmoved in the face of death. Moreover, in their opinion, death was completely futile. Even if the Six Nations' promise of sparing the lives of those who surrendered was not credible, having a sliver of hope was better than having no hope at all.
"I disagree." The bald upper echelon stood up and shouted.
The leader turned around, glanced at each of the faces, and said coldly, "You, or all of you?"
Some of the upper echelons looked at each other without compromising, some lowered their heads, but without exception, they all answered with silence.
In the face of life and death, the leader and all the upper echelons had different opinions. It was as if there was a gap between the two sides.
"What if I insist?" the leader said calmly.
The bald man said in a deep voice, "Launching a nuclear bomb requires two special keys, system authority, your fingerprints, and your iris. You have the authority, but you only have one key. The other key is with the deputy commander. He is on our side."
The leader glanced around. "Where is he?"
"Of course not. I won't give you any chance."
The leader shook his head. "It seems that you have already made your decision."
"Don't be impulsive. We still have a chance to make a comeback. Don't throw away your life for nothing …" The bald man tried to persuade. But after saying a few words, he suddenly paused and widened his eyes in disbelief. As he spoke, the leader slowly took out two keys to launch the nuclear bomb from his pocket, including the key that should have belonged to the deputy commander.
"You, how did you …"
"Oh my god, put it down!"
"Why is the key with you?!"
"Where is the Vice Commander?"
The expressions of the upper echelons changed drastically as they started to speak incoherently.
The leader gripped the key and remained silent.
"Hand over the key. We can't let you do whatever you want." The bald man tried his best to control the muscles on his face to not show any expression of anger or panic. His voice was trembling, and his other hand was secretly gesturing behind his back.
The leader shook his head, looked at the people indifferently, and said, "Myergo, five days ago, you contacted Maple privately. Doromund, Ordina, and you made a small agreement. Linoux, Raylan agreed to provide you with protection …"
He named most of the people in the room in one breath. Looking at the shocked faces of the people, he slowly said, "Your ending after surrendering will naturally be different from the other Germinal soldiers. So, there is no need to be so righteous. Do what you want."
The faces of the upper echelons changed, and the fear of being seen through rose from the bottom of their hearts.
Although the previous leader was frightening, they could still roughly guess. However, ever since the war started, the leader became more and more unfathomable. No one knew what he was thinking. To be precise, after Zero escaped from the encirclement, the leader changed.
It was as if he had become an unfathomable deep pool. The battle was losing, but he was still as calm as water. It was as if even desperate situations could not arouse his anger.
The door opened, and dozens of executive officers walked in. They silently surrounded the leader, and the upper echelons backed away.
These executive officers were all their people. Since the start of the war, the Germinal Organization's executive officers had suffered heavy casualties, and the upper echelons were consciously protecting their own people. In a large organization, everyone had their own secret plans and personal strength. The unity of the Germinal Organization came from hatred, not loyalty to a specific person.
No one said anything. The bald leader gave a look, and the executive officers were ready to move. All kinds of abilities and auras lit up.
In the colorful light, the leader sighed.
"I will send you to see the deputy commander."
…
Far away from the headquarters was the joint base of the Six Nations. Countless armed forces were on standby, and fighter jets with missiles were hovering in the air. The roar of the engines cut across the sky, and the sound waves and vibrations swept across the sky. The tents on the ground and the armor plates of the vehicles shook slightly.
The ground missile vehicles were ready to launch at any time. All the satellites and detection devices were constantly monitoring the missile silos and the situation in the air. Once a black object rose into the sky, they could intercept it immediately and let it explode in the air. They would also use their last resort to pour down all the missiles and burn the Germinal Organization headquarters to ashes.
In the war conference room, the representatives of the Six Nations gathered and waited anxiously.
"There are seven hours, thirty-two minutes, fifty-two seconds until the ultimatum, and the Germinal Organization has not responded yet." The Maple officer kept looking at the clock.
"I think we should extend the ultimatum to let the Germinal Organization reconsider and not act rashly," the representative of Ordina said.
No one responded.
The Raylan officer said with a cold face, "We have contacted four of the Germinal Organization's upper echelons privately. They are trying to persuade the Germinal Organization leader."
The other countries nodded. They all did the same thing. In such a desperate situation, many of the Germinal Organization's upper echelons were willing to make a deal in exchange for safety.
The condition of the Six Nations was naturally for the Germinal Organization to surrender, and the best result was to let the hostages live.
"It has been one hour and twenty minutes since the last call, and there is no new news."
"Continue to wait, we have time."
The various officials discussed the current situation. They were in an invincible position, and the Germinal Organization was given a choice. All they could do was wait.
The Hesla officer pondered and said, "Who is the Germinal Organization leader? According to the Dark Net, the Germinal Organization leader came from the destroyed Gollan, and the predecessor of the Germinal Organization was Mimoc. We have looked through all the files, but we still could not find the exact identity of the Germinal Organization leader … "
Bennett had passed the information Hannes had found to the Six Nations, thinking that with the power of the Six Nations, they should be able to find more details. However, the Six Nations could not do anything about it. The Germinal Organization leader was like a ghost without a past, and there was no record of it in the mountains of files and documents. The information Hannes had found was all there was.
"Wasn't Gollan destroyed by Raylan? Do you have any information?" the Stardragon officer asked.
The Raylan officer shook his head. "We even checked the list of civilians who received and executed the Gollan people, but there was no match. We sent people to the original Gollan area, but there was still nothing. I suspect that the Dark Net's information is true."
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