The top-floor conference room fell into a deadly silence.
"boom!"
Mike kicked the table hard, turned around and walked out the door.
"Mike, come back!" the old man at the head suddenly said.
"But……"
"Now, we have to admit that the other party holds our lifeline." The old man looked at the phone with an ugly face: "What you want, we will immediately send it to Shelter No. 3."
Many members of the Jishihui clenched their fists, but no one objected.
The other guy is a complete lunatic!
"Okay." The other end of the phone smiled, "I took the liberty just now, so to show my sincerity... I will close the door for you again."
Everyone was stunned.
"Click."
"Click."
There was a continuous sound of the gate closing again.
Just a moment.
"Buzz..."
The dull sound of metal friction sounded again, and the steel door shook again.
Two hundred opened steel doors closed again!
Like a giant beast closing its fangs again.
The steel door is closed layer by layer.
In the tunnel, some soldiers with pale faces, watching the gods and sea beasts rushing in front, saw the Steel Gate sinking again, and immediately shouted excitedly: "We can survive!"
"The door is closed again!"
Looking at the sinking steel gate, the god looked stunned, but then said in a deep voice: "While the gate is not closed, you can rush as fast as you can!"
finally.
"boom!!"
The door is closed.
The god stopped in the dark tunnel and faced a closed door again.
Behind them, there was also a closed steel door.
"Human, what do you mean..." A god frowned.
"I don't know. He opened the door first and then closed it... Do you want to surround us? Haha." A god turned his head and glanced at the steel door that had closed again behind him, and sneered twice.
"Whatever, just keep fighting in!" Another god smiled proudly: "We didn't want to escape at first, but it happened to save us a lot of trouble."
The members in the conference room also looked stunned. They had no idea what those lunatics were thinking!
Open the door first and let the gods rush into the passage.
Then he closed the door again, blocking the gods from the front and back?
this……
"Because the Steel Gate was closed again, most of the soldiers survived." The assistant on the side held a walkie-talkie and said quickly: "Also because it was closed in time, the soldiers in the rear have not been attacked by gods and sea beasts."
"But we still lost half a million soldiers."
"In addition, in just half an hour, the gods broke into the fifty-story steel gate before the soldiers were ready. At this time, the steel gate was closed again. If the gods want to leave, they need to break through the fifty-story steel gate.
The gate of steel..."
After listening to these words, the members of the Jishihui looked a little relaxed. After all, the loss was not as serious as imagined.
General Mike also breathed a sigh of relief, but his expression was still complicated.
At least not all the two million soldiers died.
But half a million soldiers died.
"What else do you want?" The old man said into the phone with a cold voice.
"It's nothing. Let's wait until all your resources are sent to Shelter No. 3." The person on the other end of the phone said this and paused: "By the way, we don't have much time. We must send it there within ten hours."
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"Also, don't think about attacking us, and don't think about using sleeping gas to attack us... Otherwise, I can't guarantee that I will not be excited, open all the steel doors, and then completely smash the console."
The phone hangs up.
The top-floor conference room was silent.
suddenly.
"Mr. Carnegie!" The representative of the Roosevelt family stood up and looked at Mr. Carnegie with a serious look: "Don't you have anything to say?"
Mr. Carnegie's expression changed.
suddenly.
"Shut up!" The old man suddenly stopped the quarrel that was about to break out, glanced at Mr. Carnegie, and said in a deep voice: "No matter what, let's settle the matter in front of us first!"
"Families, immediately gather resources and organize convoy transportation!"
"Within ten hours, 60% of the inventory resources will be sent to Shelter 3!"
"In addition," the old man said slowly, "Secretary, help me put together a contract regarding the transfer of ownership of the wealth refuge."
"yes."
at the same time.
A supersonic fighter plane has flown out of Daxia and is about to reach the current Great Steel Wall on the European side.
The cockpit of the fighter plane is not comfortable. To be precise, it is not a cockpit, but an ammunition compartment.
Cold and thin air penetrated through the gaps, and the only sounds heard in the pitch-black cabin were gasping and harsh, sharp air friction.
"We will arrive at the designated release area in fifteen minutes." The driver's voice came from the intercom: "Commander-in-Chief and Demon God Lu Bu please prepare for the release. The release is about to begin."
Lin Fan: "..."
Is it really okay to use the word "investment" to describe yourself?
It feels like launching some kind of weapon of mass destruction.
"Commander-in-Chief," Lu Bu, who was standing next to him, was holding Fang Tian's painted halberd and stroking the red rabbit horse, while whispering: "Don't be nervous."
"I have experience in what will happen next."
"We just need to think of Poseidon as our true father."
"Give him your sincere feelings and give him a son-like smile."
"Then, kill him."
Lin Fan: "Thank you for your teaching."
At this moment.
"Didi."
The satellite phone on Lin Fan's waist rang.
"Mike?" Lin Fan answered the phone in confusion.
"I'm hiding in the bathroom now. To make a long story short," Mike lowered his voice, "I helped you shut down the gods. Within twenty-four hours, the gods in the Free Country cannot leave."
"Thank you." Lin Fan nodded without asking Mike how he did it.
But Lin Fan also knew that he must have paid a huge price.
"That's it." After Mike finished speaking, Paul on the side was about to hang up the communication, but he saw Mike paused and continued: "Lin Fan, do you think I am a good person or a bad person?"
"Good man." Lin Fan replied.
Mike was silent for a moment and suddenly said: "But, would any good person let half a million people die and then kill another half a million innocent people? He even almost killed two million people directly."
"And I'm not talking about numbers, I'm talking about lives."
Lin Fan didn't know what Mike was talking about, but he understood a little bit. It seemed that in order to help Daxia hold off the gods, Mike paid a huge price and even violated his own conscience.
"Mike." Lin Fan thought for a moment and then said: "No one can define whether a person is a good person or a bad person. The world is not black and white, and a person cannot be simply a good person or a bad person."
"At least to me, you are a good person. Because of you, Daxia does not have to face a large number of invincible gods at the same time. Daxia has hope of winning, and mankind has hope of winning this battle."
Mike was silent, and Paul, who was holding the phone for Mike, hung up the call.
In the bathroom, Mike exhaled.
There are no simple good guys and bad guys.
In his mind, he thought of the comrades who were executed and shot by him because of the death of a representative of Roosevelt's previous family that day, and he thought of the mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
He also recalled the surveillance footage showing the half a million dead soldiers who had lost the protection of the Steel Gate due to his and Mu Wanxia's plans, and the sea water that had turned red and had floating limbs.
The hands in the coat pockets were trembling more and more. Mike took out his hands and wanted to soak them in cold water, but saw that his hands were covered in blood again.
…………
the other side.
Lin Fan hung up the communication and was still thinking about what happened to Mike when he heard.
"Arrived at target area."
"Ready to launch!"
The driver's voice came from the walkie-talkie. At the same time, accompanied by the metallic sound of "click-click" and the vibration of the ammunition cabin, the "floor" in the cabin separated towards the left and right sides.
