Sherlock was wearing fur and sat calmly at the round table in a wooden house. Beside him were several cold-eyed soldiers, staring at him with complex and inexplicable eyes.

A stove was grown in the wooden house, or an old simple heating stove. A few pieces of dry wood were burning in the stove, and the crackling sounds were loud. Sherlock stared at the stove with interest for a while, and asked a smile to the soldiers guarding him, "Your life is not as good as I thought."

The gun-holder obviously hated the Jewish man in front of him. The muzzle in his hand swept across Sherlock's head from time to time, and the threatening meaning was not to cover it up. But he was still leisurely under the muzzle.

The soldiers didn't speak, and Sherlock didn't make any trouble. He waited leisurely in the wooden house for three or four hours, patiently playing with a big diamond ring on his finger, full of a rich man's aura.

It took the day until it was dark that the door of the wooden house opened with a clang. More than a dozen men in military uniforms rushed in with a gust of cold wind and sat in front of Sherlock one by one.

"Damn Jewish, do you know that you are wanted?" After sitting down, a leader in the military uniform wearing the rank of major general spoke. Everyone stared at Sherlock with a bad expression.

Sherlock was in his forties or fifties, and compared to those soldiers, he maintained a good maintenance. A year ago, he was the intermediary who contacted Colonel Wolf, who had just rebelled, to sell all the equipment of a heavy brigade to the Aurora Legion. This transaction allowed him to gain Zhou Qingfeng's friendship.

The friendship of the Legion commander made Sherlock's status soar, which was more valuable than how much money he made. His success inspired more Jews to join the trend of working with the Aurora Legion.

Now Sherlock hopes to gain greater appreciation from the Legion Commander. He took the initiative to run to the US-Mexico border to persuade the Baath Party to confront the Aurora Legion on the border, hoping that these troops could surrender.

In response to the implicit threatening question of the Major General, Sherlock shrugged with a sarcastic sneer, "Major General, you can hand me over to Dr. Osborne to prove your loyalty, but that would be useless. The monster Osborne will be finished sooner or later."

Sherlock's ridicule seemed to have angered the major general. He snorted coldly and shouted: "The leader of the party has stabilized the situation again, and the rebellion has been wiped out, and everyone is united by him again. No one believes the rumors you spread, and we don't like outsiders coveting American territory at all."

"Hahaha..." This sentence caused Sherlock to keep laughing. He patted the desktop and said happily: "Forget it, we all know the embarrassment Osborn is facing now.

Although the flames in San Antonio were extinguished, the temperature of the entire Baath Party territory was increasing. All mutants and zombies in the entire North America were looking for Osborn to take revenge, and now only one Mars is needed….”

Sherlock made a lighter gesture, and a 'bang' sound in his mouth, "The whole Texas will be burned, and many people will be turned into ashes. Do you want to be ashes?"

Mutants and zombies are a heavy topic. Both human mutants have experienced miserable human biochemical transformations. They are not tolerant of the world and have no future. Humans who have recovered are constantly hunting them. But everyone knows that they are actually innocent.

Morally speaking, Dr. Osborn deserves to be killed!

And no one knows how far Dr. Osborne's research has reached. In fact, many people in the Bali Party live with fear, fearing that they would be transformed into mutants that day - a large part of these people are the Bali Party soldiers.

The Major General was tense and stared at Sherlock.

Sherlock continued: "I think we should be honest and say something meaningful. First of all, there are millions of white people inside the Aurora Legion, and these people live well.

You can say that the Legion Commander does not like religion, restricts human rights, and is extremely authoritarian. Yes, that's right. The Legion Commander is such a person. But the leader of any organization in North America is like this.

I don't really like the legion commander's suppression of religion, but I must praise his ability to rule the world. It is this extraordinary ability that makes tens of millions of people willing to accept his rule."

When it comes to Victor Hugo's ability, it is really indestructible. These senior Baath Party officers have to admit that their opponents have some incredible magic that has been loved by tens of millions of people. This magic puts great pressure on people, as if it is irresistible.

After Sherlock arrived, hundreds of senior officers from the Baxing Party’s southern military region actually knew the purpose of the other party. They had been quarreling for several hours, and the dozen people in front of them were actually here to negotiate.

"We have arranged more than 50 divisions and more than 100 advanced fighter jets on the border. And our defense plan has even been mastered by us. We are all very clear from logistics supply to command center and then to front-line arrangements. We have already mastered everything about you."

As Sherlock spoke, he took out a laptop computer, started the virtual screen and projected a military map. Compared to ordinary maps, this map has contour lines and complex road conditions and marked with various confidential facilities, and its appearance is too terrifying.

This is simply transparent in the battlefield, and you lose half of it without fighting.

The Baath Party officers who participated in the negotiations were immediately in an uproar. Looking at the series of troops' garrison information on the map, their foreheads were covered in cold sweat. If this starts, the first wave of offensives will suffer a huge loss. Especially for various command posts, they will definitely be bombs.

"How did you get these?" asked the major general in charge of the negotiations in shock.

"Because some of you have decided to revolt, the rest can only surrender, otherwise they will be captured." Looking at the dozen cold sweaty faces opposite, Sherlock smiled proudly, "Our legion commander is very generous, it depends on whether you can seize this last opportunity."

The major general was shocked and asked anxiously: "At most we can only count as surrender now? Is there no chance for an uprising?"

This is common to people who buy the price rise but not the price fall. If the legion continues to increase the price, these Baaking Party troops will still want to continue to wait for the price, but now the treatment has dropped, which makes people anxious.

"Unless your dozen divisions collectively put down their weapons within twenty-four hours, we can only be considered as your surrender."

"No, twenty-four hours are too tight. We can't reach an agreement."

"Then we don't care. Let me remind you again that the treatment of uprising and surrender is very different. Especially for you senior officers, the difference will make you regret why you didn't make a decision quickly."

"Wait..., we don't accept such persecution."

"That's too bad. You chose to die or be captured. Victor Hugo's commander has never mercy. We will attack at any time. Life or death depends on your decision."

When she said this, Sherlock felt as happy as she was so happy. The feeling of relying on the super forces to suppress a powerful force and surrender was so cool!
Chapter completed!