Chapter 1452 Negotiation

Everything freezes.

When the countdown reached the last second, support from teammates fell from the sky.

The authority won from the border customs, the power called [The Threshold of the Abyss], is itself a great secret application developed for high-level illegal border crossers.

The framework and secret rituals covering the entire territory were mobilized, and the area was artificially divided and blocked with the power of the three major blockades, finally forming a cage that was difficult to break through.

Internally, anyone without permission cannot mobilize the source of essence, nor can they resist the repressive force coming from the current situation.

And similarly, the barrier that looks like a layer of glass is an object that cannot be breached from the outside even by mobilizing the firepower of the entire group army.

The members of the Cemetery of the Unreturnable, the criminals wandering on the border, the many ascendants who returned from hell, and even all kinds of weird hell relics can't shake its foundation.

This is an authority based on the power of the present situation.

The lock from the Astronomical Society can only be opened with the Astronomical Society's key.

Unless it is a high-level authority of the Astronomical Society that is also registered in the Grand Mystery, if you want to lift it, you can only mobilize a power level equivalent to the natural enemy burning correction value to carry out a strong attack.

Unfortunately, the military has neither high-level authority nor natural enemy-level power in the regeneration plan.

In this plan, the only people with the same level of authority as Ai Qing were the General Office of the Decision-making Office and the Department of Justice. In addition, even the Financial Weaving Bureau and the Taxation Department have no right to interfere with the operation of Tianyuan Threshold.

Now, a Jedi blockade is falling from the sky.

No need to aim at all.

Just locking Huaishi is enough.

When the faint light fell from the sky, Huai Shi witnessed the destruction of the Sentinel Industry from the closest place - the fire spurted out, the earth was turbulent, everything collapsed and disintegrated, and the roar of being buried deep under the Nine Earths Among them, huge buildings screamed and collapsed, falling into the deep pit.

The land subsidence begins.

Self-destruction with centimeter-level accuracy is staged under the earth, whether it is an empty underground base, many projects, or even complicated tracks laid out.

Everything simply turned into dust from the preset destruction.

All that remained on the ground was an outrageously standard square depression that spread hundreds of meters underground, leaving only the dancing dust.

Also, the perfect circular laboratory hovering in the pit.

Under the blockade of the Abyss Threshold, everything inside remained intact as it was before.

Whether it is Huai Shi or his enemy.

"There's about half an hour left before the lockdown ends."

At this moment, Huai Shi stared at the men of steel in front of her, smiled warmly, twitched her fingers slightly, and returned her original words: "Before the end, please work hard to provide me with more actual combat data."

At that moment, the game-like battle started again.

At the same time, the bullet penetrated Ai Qing's forehead.

burst.

The headless body fell from behind the desk and landed on the ground.

The expressionless soldier lowered his head, inspected the body, fired another shot, and said into the headset: "Kill the target and retreat."

Under the cover of fierce firepower, they returned along the road they had destroyed when they came. After sacrificing six people, they broke out of the music hall, took a vehicle, and returned to the base.

"You guys did a great job."

General Solomon personally received them and expressed his appreciation and approval for their mission.

In this regard, the soldiers just waited calmly, waiting for the next order.

Next fight.

In this way, the rebels from the Justice Bureau, Taxation Department and Financial Weaving Bureau were killed, and everyone bowed their heads and accepted the conditions from them.

Under the flawless command of General Solomon, a miracle was performed.

They won this war.

The Current Defense Department, composed of four major legions, took over everything, reorganized order, and went to war against hell for the future of all mankind.

Victory is in sight.

"Are you really not going to stay?" General Solomon finally persuaded the soldiers: "We need you now."

"I have retired, General."

The soldier took off his military uniform, adapted to the brand new prosthetic leg given to him, and smiled slightly: "But now I can finally take my son to play baseball."

In this way, he refused the general's invitation to stay.

He turned and left.

Take the train and return to your hometown.

Hugging his wife and children, he fell asleep on the bed.

The noise and laughter of children playing could be heard in the bright sunshine outside the window.

So happy.

…

"Ten million? Didn't we agree on five million?" The captain looked sideways at the colonel: "I won't show off, and I won't withdraw if you give me too much."

"You still have the children of your comrades to raise, right? Open a car repair shop in America, buy some good equipment, and hire a few more people." The colonel smoked a cigarette and grinned: "When I travel to America later, I have to take care of myself Thank me."

"Thank you so much."

The captain glanced at him one last time: "You unlucky idiot, just don't die on the battlefield. Goodbye."

"See you."

The captain pushed open the door and ran towards the predetermined future.

…

"Where is Solomon?"

In the gloomy dungeon, the opponent named Huai Shi knocked the iron needle into the fingers of the captive and asked calmly: "Don't rush to answer, we still have a long time."

The captive closed his eyes and said nothing.

…

The shadowless lights in the emergency room, the beeping sound of instruments, the low and chaotic footsteps, the crisp sound of the collision of surgical instruments, in the blur, he seemed to wake up and fall asleep again.

…

Dreams, all kinds of dreams, flowed from the distant organ melody, swallowing up all consciousness and souls, pulling the soldiers into it one by one.

Difficult to wake up.

In this way, the soldiers in the stairwell, concert hall, hall, porch and everywhere, like zombies, gathered in groups, crossed the frame, and walked into the cage behind the painting.

And just in front of the only door leading to the lounge, Lucien, who looked like a bloody man, stood in front of many corpses, ignoring the spear that had just penetrated his abdomen, as if he was distracted.

"Calculating the time, the entire army has almost been wiped out, right?"

He stretched out his hand, pulled out the spear from his abdomen, and looked forward - the opponent whose body had already been pierced by sharp blades in countless places, with his bones exposed, and even his face was sunken by the iron fist bombardment.

Even so, the steel posture that had been tempered over thousands of times did not waver at all.

The pain could not shake his consciousness.

The sharp aura was even stronger than before.

"Go back, Lieutenant Ruan, for the sake of our old friendship."

Lucien sincerely advised: "Even if I don't take the initiative to commit suicide, it will take at least fifteen minutes for you to break my limbs and spine. After fifteen minutes, it will be too late to leave."

Lieutenant Ruan was unwavering, his offensive was still like a torrential rain, and his determination and backbone supported him endlessly, unleashing the destructive power in his body.

Again, he pierced Lucien's heart, and then broke his left hand.

But as a price, his own left hand was broken by Lucien.

After being enveloped by the soul of hell, Lucien was recovering rapidly, but suddenly, a terrifying shock erupted from his abdomen, causing his vision to go dark and he flew backwards.

The broken left hand actually forcibly tightened its texture, closed it, and struck him with an iron fist that was like a heavy cannon!

In mid-air, Lucien's body seemed to have the ability to think, turning strangely, and the half-broken black blade was once again aimed at Lieutenant Ruan, who was rushing towards him.

The moment of collision is coming.

But Lieutenant Ruan's galloping movements suddenly froze in place. Listening to the orders and signals coming from the headset, he turned around without thinking and ran wildly outward.

He didn't even look at Lucien again.

Just like that, it disappeared into the darkness.

Only Lucien, who landed on the ground, pinched his dislocated chin and sighed helplessly.

"Boxing is afraid of young people, old people, old people..."

Behind him, the soul of hell gently touched his cheek, smiled, and looked down quietly.

Five minutes later, right in the center of London, outside the concert hall of the Friends of Music, it collapsed under the blast of a bomb, and a column of wounded soldiers equipped with power armor evacuated in embarrassment.

In front of everyone, he ran into the alley and disappeared from sight.

I don’t know how many people saw it, and it became a legend for a while. Unfortunately, there is no video to prove it, and there is no such gap in the periphery of the music association. In just a few hours, it was regarded as a ridiculous rumor and was thrown into the back of the minds of those who knew about it.

In comparison, Huai Shi, who was panting and riding his bicycle back from the suburbs of London, was completely inconspicuous.

I have no choice but to take the subway, because the two specially preserved steel bodies cannot be taken on public transportation.

He bought the bicycle from the kids on the street at short notice. As for why he didn't buy a car... Don't talk nonsense. It's not like he can't apply for it without an invoice. It's not like he can't ride the bicycle. He's burning too much money!

Just like that, carrying the finished product of the Sentinel Project, pedaling the car with tongue wagging, it swaggered through the market.

He rode all the way to the entrance of the concert hall, carrying a legion's souvenirs in one hand, and returned to the stronghold in a grand manner.

In this way, declare to everyone that their victory belongs to them!

This was the first counterattack launched against Solomon among all the participants.

Subsequently, announcements from overhead organizations confirmed everyone's guesses.

It's hard to say how strong the deterrent effect of such a direct and forceful display of one's destructive power is, but at least in everyone's mind, Huaishi's threat level has been raised by at least three levels.

One person can single-handedly completely destroy an entire heavily guarded industrial group, including the garrisoned guards and underground bases... This is a setting that even science fiction novelists would not consider adopting.

Even if the final destruction of the Sentinel Group was due to self-destruction, even if one observes the battle situation, one should understand that the entire group was completely paralyzed before that.

Even without the final bomb, the Sentinel Group only had their signatures left to use as Ai Qing requested.

The woman who is the arrogant organization actually has such a good card in her hand. I don’t know how many people are already jealous and jealous to the point of going crazy.

Immediately afterwards, the news announced by Ai Qing plunged everyone into fear.

Iron Legion, standard souls, immortal soldiers...

In this struggle, the military's greatest weakness has been compensated. The large number of members who were once only a little troublesome has now become an out-and-out nightmare under the arms of the standard souls and the Iron Legion!

Imagine that if it is delayed for a long time and the military is allowed to complete complete production, then, under the siege of endless steel soldiers... Even if all the remaining personnel are completely integrated into one place, I am afraid it will be difficult to resist, right?

As for the existence of the standard soul, there is nothing else to say except lamenting the madness of the technical department and the military. During the regeneration plan, Solomon himself has the most powerful immunity in the current situation. Even the most serious sins can only wait for the end of the plan to be liquidated.

Besides, who among you hasn’t thought about similar things?

Even if it is something like an artificial soul that no one can touch on the surface, which lineage is secretly not researching it in private? Don’t you see that Golden Dawn is almost in the abyss of Great Expectations?

The current situation must change.

There will eventually be changes.

The regeneration plan itself is the clarion call before change.

No one can be sure what the results of the Silver Sea's calculations will be...

In the concert hall, after learning about the relevant situation from Huai Shi and watching his video, Ai Qing fell into deep thought.

After a long time, I picked up the mobile phone on the table.

The last call that came came was played back along the original route.

After twenty seconds of waiting, the call was connected.

Solomon's voice sounded from the other end.

"Congratulations, Ai."

There was no anger or displeasure in the hoarse voice, just curiosity: "Are you here to show off the results of your victory to me?"

"Let's negotiate, General Solomon."

Ai Qing said bluntly: "Isn't the break in the war the stage of negotiation?"

"What's there to talk about?" Solomon laughed: "You don't think that just one failure will make me admit defeat, do you?"

"No, it has nothing to do with your withdrawal."

Ai Qing raised her eyes and looked at the huge oil painting behind Giselle. It was like a dream paradise, with happy faces looming in the clouds.

"Currently, I still have sixty-one soldiers who are willing to die for you..." Ai Qing said, "Do you want to save their lives?"

"So?" Solomon asked.

"You can choose one of the two requirements. If either condition is met, I will keep their lives and send them out of London."

Ai Qing said slowly: "In exchange for the authority of the Archives Administration. Or, answer my question -"

She paused for a moment, and a faint haze flashed in her eyes:

"Solomon, how did you find the location of the Secrecy Administration?"