Eight Hundred and Forty-Nine Catch Alive

This time, the password cannot be filled in. In front of the flickering computer, two magicians lined up on the left and right. They put their hands on the shoulders of the black-clothed magician in the middle, imprisoning each other so that they could not use magic.

"Tell the mastermind, and we can give you a good time." Punching the other party in the stomach, the leader of the magician, Alan Hill, questioned fiercely.

The black-clothed magician who attempted suicide spat blood and laughed loudly: "I'm not even afraid of death, so hit me! I won't say anything!"

"Idiots! What you are doing is murdering all the magicians in this world!" The leader of the magician, Alan Hill, scolded: "You don't deserve to die, are you going to kill all the magicians in this world?" , are all killed, are you willing?"

"You depraved people who have taken refuge in Alan Hill! Are you worthy of calling yourself a magician?" The captured magician sneered again and again, and spat a mouthful of blood onto the ground: "Bah!"

Knowing that if you can't break through the opponent's psychological defense, you will definitely not be able to ask any useful information, and the leader of the Alan Hill magician made another punch: "Idiot! How do you know that we are not going the right way? Alan Hill represents the future of magic! You are just some laggards!"

"It doesn't matter! Anyway, we have already failed! Whether you will be liquidated together depends on your luck! Hahaha!" When the magician spoke, blood kept flowing from his mouth, and he couldn't even speak. It began to blur.

"Can't you pry your mouth?" The officer of the Ellandhill Heavy Armored Grenadier with a weapon came in, looked at the corpses of the two suicide magicians, and the flesh and blood on the ground, and asked in a calm tone.

"A group of lunatics! Brainwashed lunatics." Punching the captured magician again, the magician of the Alan Hill Empire took a step back unwillingly, leaving the scene to the mortal commander.

The officer wearing the exoskeleton armor walked to the computer, typed two commands, and then entered some text—on the computer, a series of feedbacks began to be continuously refreshed.

"The bomb body has been destroyed... It seems that this missile cannot be used anymore. The nuclear warhead has been violently disassembled and needs to be overhauled before it can be used again... It is recommended to scrap it..." The officer moved himself away from the display He walked up to the captured magician in a low voice, "Do you know how expensive this thing is?"

The magician turned his head away, not even looking at the mortal in front of him. In his opinion, a mortal is not worthy to ask a magician a question.

"It's not worth the price of a rocket engine to sell you and the minced meat on the ground." The officer's steel boots crushed the suicide magician's chest twice,

Accompanied by the sound of broken bones, he said: "It's okay if you don't say anything, watch it, don't let him die... Hand it over to the interrogation team, there is no mouth they can't pry open!"

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"Report! General! We have regained absolute control of the T-177 missile base. In addition, just now, the stubborn enemy in the T-132 missile base has also been completely wiped out." An officer opened his mouth and stood guard on the big screen. The previous Chief of Staff Luo Kaihui reported.

"At first, I thought it would be more convenient for these idiots to steal the nuclear warheads. Anyway, we can activate or deactivate these nuclear warheads remotely." Luo Kai nodded and said, "Wait until these idiots transport the nuclear warheads back to their country , we will activate the nuclear bomb again, and when the time comes to find the location of the nuclear explosion, we will find the real culprit behind the scenes."

"But then I thought about it, and this matter is still risky. If these lunatics didn't transport the nuclear weapons back to their own country, and they were lucky enough to keep one in our country, things would be difficult." Speaking of here , He paused: "Besides, I don't think His Majesty is in the mood to continue playing with these idiots."

Although the strategy of following the clues is simple, the opponent is not a fool. On the premise that Alan Hill is not in chaos, it is impossible to succeed in stealing the nuclear warhead.

If you still run to your home with a nuclear warhead at this time, what is the difference from surrendering yourself? Once it was known who the mastermind was, Alan Hill's counterattack followed one after another, so how could there be a chance to negotiate threats?

Therefore, this kind of strategy of putting a long line to catch big fish will not work at all. Unless the other party is a fool, it is impossible to be fooled.

At that time, after the other party realizes that it is not good, it will use magic to destroy the nuclear warhead, and lose the missile silo as a barrier container. Nuclear pollution may spread to a larger area, and that is really not worth the loss.

It's better to suppress the opponent in the nuclear bomb silo, even if the opponent actually detonates the dirty bomb, the impact can be minimized.

"So, it's better to follow the normal procedure, and finally kill those stupid guys." Finally, Luo Kai said: "Just wait for His Majesty's order, and we will be ready and wait for His Majesty's decision."

The nuclear bomb silo that has been opened is slowly closing. Beside the dismantled nuclear warhead, the last man in black is panting heavily, holding the long sword in his hand in despair.

Just ten minutes ago, he fantasized that he could leave with a nuclear warhead and escape from the siege. But now, the cruel facts tell him that he really thinks too much...

At this moment, he had already run out of ammunition and food, and it was not that he had never thought of using magic to destroy this damned nuclear warhead, but he realized that he was wrong, outrageously wrong.

This huge nuclear warhead is not afraid of fire... He didn't know how high the temperature this thing had to withstand when it was running, so he also underestimated the heat resistance of this thing.

It is impossible to destroy the shell of this thing with fire magic, and there is no way to make this thing leak the nuclear material inside with magic of electricity or other types.

He regretted that he did not prepare some mortal weapons such as explosives-but it was too late to regret at this time.

In fact, what he didn't know was that it was precisely because they insisted on not preparing explosives and the like that they lurked and acted, avoiding the eyes and ears of Alan Hill's spies.

If they purchased explosives and guns, their actions would have been spotted by people from the Special Operations Department of the Royal Guards of Ireland.

"Long live the magic world..." With all his strength, the last remaining magician put his long sword across his neck.

What he didn't expect was that before he had time to cut it off with force, a black shadow appeared behind him, preventing him from moving.

"Grab it!" Kicking the fallen long sword away, and then stepping on the fallen magician, a Chris's super god puppet ordered loudly.