After waiting for less than three hours, Lao Mei on the ground finally transported the equipment he needed from the base in Qatar.

Looking at the various equipment parachuted in by several Hercules transport planes and hundreds of fighters, William squinted his eyes and sneered, "It's coming so fast? It seems that if you don't turn the base upside down, you won't stop."

"Build two Transformers on planet X17".

After hearing this, Sunday immediately reminded, "SIR, I must remind you that we still can't control the crazy Transformers, and if they are put into use at this moment, not only will they not be able to recover, but they will also expose that you have another base."

"It's okay, I haven't thought about recycling it anyway", William said indifferently, "just like a disposable fighting machine".

"Understood, SIR, the construction task has begun and is expected to be completed in two hours".

William is planning to attack the base of Lao Mei, and at this moment in the Sahara Desert, a group of Lao Mei soldiers who rushed over are also discussing how to test the defense system in the desert base.

Half an hour later, a disc drone the size of a dinner plate, being controlled, slowly descended into the base along the destroyed metal dome.

Looking through the screen, seeing the various facilities destroyed by bullets and energy cannons, the engineers of Loma Company sighed in pain.

Unfortunately, before he could sigh, Gatling, who had attacked the four mercenaries a few hours earlier, popped out of a metal base, and a burst of fire, adding a metal storm, and the drone was immediately destroyed.

"It's this Gatling, let someone destroy it with a bazooka."

After receiving the order, two old American GIs lay on the metal edge of the dome, carrying a bazooka, and a rocket was fired at the base of the Gatling weapon that had just fired.

There was a loud "boom".

After the explosion, the smoke cleared, sparks erupted from the base of the weapon that had been blown up, and the Gatling machine gun was directly blown away more than ten meters away.

"Send someone in".

"Wait, I don't think it's just this Gatling in there, and then send a drone in there to try it."

The soldiers around him, hearing this, directly ignored the representative of the Loma company who had just spoken.

Not long after, another drone flew into the base under the control of the controller.

This time, the drone was in the tarmac of the base, and it went around several times, and nothing happened.

Colonel Lao Mei, who was in command at the scene, agreed to let the personnel descend.

However, for the sake of safety, only two people are allowed to enter to confirm safety.

The two old American soldiers landed in the base, and as soon as they landed, they immediately found a place to hide, carefully observed for a while, and found no danger before taking out the walkie-talkie and reporting to the ground.

The colonel, who had seen clearly through the drone, held the walkie-talkie and said, "Let's see if we can open the door to enter."

"Understood".

"Wait, wait",

The two GIs were about to press the switch on the metal door from the tarmac to the base, when the colonel on the ground suddenly shouted, "Back back, back now."

The two GIs underground, without thinking about it at all, heard the order to raise their legs and ran to the rope lowering, hung up the hook, and gave a thumbs up to the observers on the dome.

Seeing that the two GIs were rising, Loma's talent looked at the colonel and asked, "What did you find?"

"Damn, we were almost deceived," the colonel said with some trepidation, "don't forget, those alien robots have rushed into this base before, and under the big war, the door inside can only be destroyed or opened.

And it's closed now, it can't be that those robots are leaving, and they deliberately closed the door.

So, does that mean that there are people or intelligent systems in the base that are still working?"

As soon as these words came out, the people at the scene broke out in a cold sweat,

"Maybe those alien robots have breached the base's systems?"

"It's not that simple", the Colonel shook his head, his face ugly, "I suspect there is a self-healing program in this base".

"It's impossible," the Loma man hastily denied, "even if there is a repair process, if you want to repair the metal gate, it is not something that a few people or a few machines can do."

"What if it's a robot?"

Without waiting for Loma's men to argue, the colonel said with an ugly face, "Don't forget, William Devonhill told the world before that he had studied robots, and even had finished products.

The reason why I didn't take it out was because I was worried that the appearance of robots would make most of the low-level people unemployed, and none of you should think that William Devon Hill would lie about such a thing."

The people in the temporary command shook their heads involuntarily.

But after shaking their heads, everyone immediately felt that this matter was no longer a tricky issue, but how many people or equipment they had to fill in to break through this base.

And for such a matter of taking human lives, no commander dares to make such a decision easily.

Seeing that all the officers on the scene fell silent, Loma's representative sighed, he himself did not dare to make such a decision, he could only say sorry, and walked out of the camp with his mobile phone.

This made William, who was ready to take out a few more old American GIs, very bored.

Time passed little by little, and there was a brief peace on the Sahara side, and in a conference room in New York, there was almost a live boxing at the moment.

For military-industrial conglomerates like Loma, whose business involves aerospace, the desert base is their best opportunity to gain access to spaceship manufacturing technology.

And this opportunity is 100% only a few days.

By the time William returned to London from Mars, the base had either self-destructed or the GIs had been driven out of the Sahara Desert.

As for the question of whether William dared to make a move against the old American soldiers, thinking about the three high-level soldiers who were killed some time ago, the people present understood in their hearts, let alone dealing with the soldiers, even if they would still become William's targets.

"William Devon Hill is no ordinary rich man, and I think if he wanted to, even if he killed us all, it would be a big deal to hide on Mars or the moon, and no one would be able to do anything to him."

"No, why do you need to hide, after killing us all, he only needs to come to the door to talk to Benjamin Arthur, promising to open the passage and mining rights of Mars to the United States, and someone will excuse him and kill us."

Hearing the mining rights, the hearts of the people sitting here moved, their eyes exuded a greedy gaze, and they understood that this kind of thing was really not impossible.

Not to mention other interest groups outside, if you just speak against two old guys, you are likely to betray their loose combination of interests for the sake of the ore of Mars and the moon.

"Obadi, what do you think we should do?"

Obadistein took a sip of his glass, and waited for everyone's eyes to look at him before shrugging, "What can I do, William Devon Hill is a shareholder in our company,

is still a shareholder who accounts for 7% of the shares, but has never been to the company once, let alone participated in the shareholders' meeting, and never makes trouble.

And", Obademo clutched his glass and looked at a short, somewhat short young man with black-rimmed glasses opposite, "Don't forget, William's destruction of the whole family is not once or twice,

Otherwise, our Mr. Justin Hammer wouldn't have had a chance to stay here."