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Chapter 755

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At this time, the number on the left corner of the screen decreased by one, which meant that one of the patrol boats had lost contact.

The people in the command center immediately contacted the frontline and made the corresponding arrangements. They tried to send people to intercept the ambushers and detonate the corresponding mines.

Carpet bombing.

Dharmaraja did not stop them, nor did he give orders personally. If it was a normal Blood Descendant, these methods would be enough to solve the problem. However, the opponent was a half-step Extreme Grade and a Water Awakened.

In order to kill the Sea King, two conditions must be met: precise positioning and weapons of mass destruction.

However, just precise positioning was very difficult.

There was a way, which was to directly sink the opponent's ships in the international waters, but this was obviously impossible. The Superpower Association still followed the rules of the game, and so did the Bosch.

War also had its own rules.

"Dharmaraja," the representative of the think tank shouted. "So far, eight patrol boats, one patrol ship, and twenty fishing boats have been destroyed. The Superpower Association's intention is obvious, to tire us out and wear us down. "

"Although it's troublesome, they obviously have no intention of sneaking in. So, as long as we endure the losses, the Sea King can ignore it. What we really need to guard against is the Blood Descendant entering from the land. "

"We've received news that the Blood Descendant organizations in several regions of Southeast Asia are moving. It's very likely that they're working with the official Blood Descendant organizations. "

That was indeed a very good entrance. These countries had always listened to the Superpower Association, and one of the countries' Holy Infant had just been annihilated by the Bosch Ten Gods in the Pantheon last year.

After that, the Bosch had been causing trouble there, bullying their younger brothers until they did not dare to speak up.

Now that their boss was going to deal with the Bosch, they could not wait to be happy. Not only would they provide all the channels, but they would also work with the Superpower Association to take revenge on the Bosch.

Dharmaraja rubbed his brows. "We can't ignore the sea. Get Sanwu here."

"Dharmaraja, you want Sanwu to go out to sea?"

"Although Sanwu is a half-step Extreme Grade, he may not be a match for the Sea King in the sea."

"We shouldn't be guarding against the sea, but the various branches along the coast, especially in Zhe Province. Without Sanwu, how are we going to fight against the giants?"

The think tank objected. Now that the top masters had gathered in the Pantheon Palace, Bosch's combat power was empty, and Sanwu had become a stabilizing force.

In order to ensure victory, Bosch opened up a large number of top-notch weapons to Sanwu. Itching to arm her into a mobile meat grinder.

One of the brainiacs even suggested tying San Wu to an intercontinental missile and having her bring it to the Ruler. That way, they would be able to neutralize the Ruler.

This suggestion was rejected by Dharmaraja and the person who proposed it was beaten up.

"You're not on the frontline, so you'll never understand the dangers of frontline soldiers. Use your brains here. If you say sacrifice, then sacrifice. But they have to pay with their lives. Their wives and children will lose their husbands and good fathers. "

"I allow for sacrifices. This is unavoidable, but I cannot treat my subordinates as chess pieces that can be sacrificed at will."

Dharmaraja waved his hand and interrupted the noisy think tank. These people's suggestions were the most rational and had the lowest losses. This was also their job, but it was up to him, the executive minister, to decide whether to adopt it or not.

A few minutes later, Sanwu came in. She wore dark green pants, a white t-shirt, and a thick black leather belt around her waist. Her scales shone.

The think tank and the staff in the command room were silent at the same time, their bodies tense.

What made them nervous wasn't Sanwu. As an emotionless assassin, Sanwu was well-versed in hiding her aura.

They were afraid of Sanwu's belt, the one that was snoring softly.

The Black Dragon was wrapped around San Wu's waist like a leather belt, and its tail was tied around its neck, just like that.

Dharmaraja was also a little nervous. He pointed at Black Dragon cautiously. "Wake it up, I have a job for you."

Sanwu nodded, unbuckled the belt, grabbed Black Dragon by the neck, and slapped its head. It didn't wake up, and Black Dragon slept soundly. Its bull-like nostrils opened and closed.

Seeing this, Sanwu picked up Black Dragon's tail and swung it around, cracking the tiles on the floor.

The members of the think tank were so scared that they curled up in the corner.

Black Dragon woke up and was angry. It raised its head high and opened its mouth at Sanwu, revealing its sharp fangs. It was ferocious.

Everyone in the room was trembling in fear, but this was actually a normal way for Black Dragon to express its dissatisfaction after being woken up.

It was like a normal person waking up.

But its appearance made it look ferocious.

Sanwu wasn't scared at all, and calmly looked at it.

Black Dragon also knew that she was a stupid human female, so it didn't bother with her. It turned around and looked around. "Why did you wake me up?"

Sanwu glanced at Dharmaraja.

The latter coughed and said in a low voice, "Well, there's a mission. We met an opponent in the sea, and we lack professional elites to deal with them, so we have to ask you."

Dharmaraja used honorifics.

This couldn't be helped. Black Dragon's IQ was that of a child, and children were the most moody. When they got angry, they wouldn't consider the consequences. Who knows, they might just swallow you whole.

In other words, children's actions were determined by their emotions.

Because of that, it was important to calm Black Dragon's emotions, especially since he was just woken up and wasn't in a good mood.

"No, I want to sleep" Black Dragon immediately refused, then thought of something and changed his mind: "But I'm willing to do anything for my brother, I'm a loyal friend. Hm, tell me about it. "

Didn't I just tell you? Dharmaraja repeated himself, then said: "You just need to follow Sanwu, listen to her arrangements, no, listen to the commander's arrangements"

Rather than having Black Dragon listen to Sanwu, it was better for Sanwu to listen to Black Dragon. Black Dragon's IQ was low, but at least it was normal.

The two guys Li Xianyu left behind were both very flawed.

This time, Sanwu was forced to stay behind because she was already half-step into Myriad Deity Palace. They had to leave a high-level one outside just in case. Otherwise, if they won in Myriad Deity Palace, they would lose their home.

Black Dragon tilted his head, thought for a moment, then said: "Alright, but after the fight, you have to give me ten tons of pork. I want it fresh, the pork that Li Xianyu gave me wasn't fresh at all."

It finally realized that the pork that was infected with the plague was different from other pork.

Dharmaraja nodded: "That's not a problem."

Bosch had a lot of money, other than his ability to attract money, he had an endless amount of funds.

Black Dragon continued: "Dorgon isn't in the sea, right?"

"No, don't worry about that."

Black Dragon was relieved, then thought for a moment and asked: "What about the other rulers?"

"They aren't there either."

It still didn't feel safe: "Is the one I'm going to fight a Myriad Deity?"

"No." Lightning Dharmaraja put on a flattering smile, thinking that this dragon was just like Li Xianyu said, a little cowardly.

Actually, sending out Black Dragon was enough to solve the problem. Even if he couldn't kill the Sea King, at least he wouldn't dare to go into the water again. Although the Sea King was a Water Esper, Black Dragon was a spirit of the sea, completely incomparable.

However, he was afraid that Black Dragon would be wild and difficult to tame without restraints, leading to uncontrollable accidents. Therefore, San Wu was needed to watch over him.

He was a child, after all, and with an adult watching over him, he would subconsciously be more obedient and obedient.

At this moment, Black Dragon suddenly shook his head, as if he had a sudden realization: "That's not right, I'm in the sea, what delicious food can I not eat? Your compensation is not good at all. "

Dharmaraja was stunned, thinking that you're quite smart.

He thought for a moment, then probed: "Twenty tons of pork?"

Black Dragon heard this and tilted his head. Ten tons of pork became twenty tons, it was very worth it.

He nodded happily: "Alright."

"…" The members of the think tank looked at each other blankly, what was the difference?

Wasn't it still pork compensation? It was the difference between one piece of pork and two pieces of pork.

Dharmaraja immediately arranged for San Wu and Black Dragon to be sent to the frontline.

The people of the think tank sat back in their seats, worried. "What about the defenses of the various divisions?"

Dharmaraja said: "I have other arrangements. Isn't the giant known for his unparalleled strength? I found him an enemy."

"What enemy?"

"Glaring King Kong!"

The think tank changed the topic. "The spies in America sent news that the Superpower Association has sent someone to Africa, planning to visit the chief."

"It's just a smokescreen to deliberately distract us. If they really visit in secret, will the spies find out? The chief is like the Buddha head, he won't easily leave his territory.

"But we can't not be careless. Let the Vatican monitor this matter. In case the chief becomes our enemy, the Blood Knight and the others will take care of it. "

"Take care of it?"

"The Blood Knight and the Dragon Knight are only one step away from the ultimate level, and with the blessing of the War God, together with Pesce, their combined explosive power may be even stronger than the chief's ultimate level."

Dharmaraja smoked a cigar as he listened to the discussion of the think tank.

He raised his cup and took a sip of coffee. Suddenly, he froze, and his expression became a little dazed. He could no longer drink the familiar coffee.

At this time, a staff member ran into the command room with a tablet and said urgently, "Dharmaraja, there's a situation at Bull Mountain."

Bosch's troops had already retreated from Bull Mountain, but they did not stop monitoring the area. Other than traffic control, there were also many drones patrolling Bull Mountain as eyes.

The information brought by the staff member was the image captured by the drones: Under the bright moonlight, three tall figures stood proudly at the top of Bull Mountain.

One was wearing a skullcap and a coat, with braids hanging down the back of his head.

One was carrying a weapon, blonde hair, blue eyes, and muscular.

The other was a dark cyan humanoid creature with crimson eyes, looking like a demon.

Three brothers under the moon!

"I really want to throw a nuclear bomb at them."

Seeing this, Dharmaraja suddenly had a strong urge to request a nuclear attack.

If only Bull Mountain was in the desolate Southern Border or Western Regions.

"It's not impossible. They need a long time to break through the entrance of Pantheon Palace."

"Enough time to launch a nuclear bomb."

"Idiot, will the higher-ups agree? How many people will die? "

"And with the chief's spiritual sense, he should be able to detect it in advance. We can't determine the chief's extreme speed, and we can't determine if the nuclear bomb can kill the chief after avoiding the center of the explosion. "

"Maybe they're fake and not real people. If we launch a nuclear bomb, the entrance of Pantheon Palace will be blasted open. Niu Shan is finished, and the people nearby are all dead. We've fallen into their trap of killing several birds with one stone. "

"Who cares if they're fake or not, we'll talk after we blow them up. Explosion is art, and the yield is the truth. "

"Throwing a nuclear bomb at your own home, are you stupid?"

The think tank began to discuss.

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