Eight Hundred and Eighty-Two, Black Truck

"Any news?"

In the isolated hotel in District B of the White City.

Leon's expression was a little anxious, and he paced back and forth in Feng Luo's room, his high combat boots hitting the floor loudly.

"not yet……"

Feng Luo shook his head.

"It's almost nightfall!"

Leon raised his head, a pair of originally very energetic eyes revealed tiredness and a little impatience.

Outside the window, on the top of the snowy peak at the edge of the sky, a round of moon has already appeared. The area where the Lav Republic is located is in winter, and the daylight hours are relatively short.

Seven hours have passed since they cleaned up the tyrant leeches and were imprisoned here.

Night is coming again.

"At night, it should be more beneficial to us."

Feng Luo said in the middle of his mouth.

But in his mind, he recalled the conversation between "Jack of Spades" and the invisible force NPC that the scouting beetle heard yesterday.

Their action plan happened to be tonight.

"How are the infected soldiers doing, okay?"

Then, Feng Luo asked Leon again.

"Fortunately, although two of them have a fever, it should not be very serious depending on the situation."

"However, if I wait another two hours, I think the virus will be out of control!"

Leon looked worried.

"I still have two antiviral serums in my hand, give them some if necessary!"

Feng Luo said.

He originally decided to take out all ten antiviral serums and give them to the infected players and special soldiers.

However, considering what I said before, it depends on the player's performance to decide who to give the antiviral serum.

Therefore, Feng Luo finally chose to give serum according to the severity of the situation, and he used the method of several people fighting together.

This kind of use left him with two spares in his hand.

However, if nothing happens outside, then these two will definitely not last long.

"Um?"

Just as Feng Luo was thinking that, his expression suddenly changed.

"There is a situation!"

After telling Leon, Feng Luo's eyes quickly switched to the vision of a scout beetle.

This is a reconnaissance beetle hovering over the White City, above the slums in Area D.

Compared to Area A and Area B, which are extremely noisy and lively after nightfall, with all kinds of bright lights, the lights here are dim and dim.

Because the law and order was too chaotic at night, there were not many pedestrians on the street in District D at this early night.

Because of this, what happened below made Feng Luo feel strange.

From a warehouse-like building in District D, black trucks with huge carriages drove out at this time.

After driving out of the warehouse, they then scattered towards the main road of the whole city.

There are ten of these large black trucks, and they are undoubtedly very conspicuous in the D area at this time.

"What's in it?"

Feng Luo intuitively felt that there should be something wrong with it.

So he commanded the scout beetle to go down quickly and catch up with a truck.

Then he fell into the car and wanted to go into the car to do some reconnaissance.

However, to Feng Luo's surprise, the compartment of the truck was so well sealed that even with the size of the beetle, he couldn't find a small hole to enter.

"There must be a problem!"

However, this made Feng Luo feel that there was a problem.

Because, how can the sealing degree of ordinary carriages be so high, there is almost no gap at all.

Feng Luo continued to direct the scout beetle to crawl on the carriage. It took about five minutes for him to finally find something.

On the chassis of this truck, a "red and white umbrella pattern" is printed.

"Umbrella Corporation!"

When seeing this pattern, the truck has already driven to the edge of a leisure plaza in Area B.

Then stopped the car.

The driver covered his face with a hat and a mask, quickly got out of the car and left in a hurry.

Compared with the deserted District D, District B, where the rich and high class live in the entire city, is undoubtedly the busiest time at this time.

On the square, many people are active, walking or chatting, or sitting by the central fountain to show their affection.

Even, on one side of the square.

There is also an NPC band performing, surrounded by hundreds of tourists and residents, each with a frenzied face, shouting loudly accompanied by explosive music and white gas rising from time to time.

In this case, they didn't pay much attention to the big black truck that stopped beside them.

Even a few youths with dyed hair, tattoos and nose rings saw no one in the cab of the vehicle.

He even climbed to the top of this truck through the front of the car, occupied the best viewing position, waved the beer bottle in his hand and continued to roar.

And no one noticed, in a hidden location in the cab.

At this time, a row of bright red "countdown" appeared on the screen of a device, and now it has jumped to "200 seconds"!

At the same time, at a certain location in Area A, about two kilometers away from Area B in a straight line, there is a fleet of seven luxury cars.

It was driving out of the presidential palace and heading towards the luxury hotel not far away.

"I always stabilized the situation. For a whole day, my mouth was dry..."

In the third car of the convoy, the bald middle-aged leader sat in the back row of the comfortable luxury energy car that drove automatically, loosened the tie of his suit and leather shoes, and looked lazy.

"It's still the head of the team, you are so good that you can make that cold-faced female adjutant agree to our conditions."

An NPC negotiator sitting in front of him turned around and said with a smile similar to that of the little fat man.

"They just want to get some benefits, so they don't have the ability to really be hostile to our Federation..."

The bald, middle-aged head of the diplomatic mission said in a disdainful tone.

"By the way, Captain, where Captain Scott and the others..."

"I have already asked the Federation to send medical experts over, and I can treat them early tomorrow morning... Fortunately, they did not fight with the people of the Republic of Love, otherwise, today's negotiations will probably be even more difficult."

The bald middle-aged head of the regiment glared at him when he heard the words.

He blamed this subordinate for his lack of vision.

There are some things that he can't say directly.

What those big soldiers were infected with was a deadly infectious virus!

Could it be that he was going to tell the people in the Republic of Lavender that they should live in a luxury hotel with them, the main force of the negotiations after a tiring day?

Moreover, this real male secretary is far less eye-catching than the 'female secretary' arranged for him by the Secret Service.

"Can you tell their leaders to transfer her secretary to the diplomatic corps..."

The bald, middle-aged head of the diplomatic mission thought to himself.