Stumbled away from Metro Line 0. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Holding on to the gear-shaped gate, Wan Peng held his knees and panted, his face full of expressions for the rest of his life.

Just now, a neat formation of power armor roared past him. A strong smell of blood wafted from the bodies of this group of power armor, it was obvious that they had just experienced a great battle, and the steel all over them exuded a murderous aura.

Hiding in the shadows, he didn't dare to come out, and only when the earth-shaking sound was far away, he came out of the crack in the tunnel wall.

Luckily, the power armor was fast, otherwise he would never have escaped.

"Grass! I didn't feel anything when I came down, but I didn't expect to be so tired when I came up. ”

Scolding fiercely, Wan Peng raised his hand to wipe the sweat on his neck, and walked in the direction of Line 2.

Already lost.

Whether it is the treasure in Line 0 or everything in Ping'an Street, in this gamble, they have lost all the chips in their hands.

In fact, as early as the moment the Russians appeared, Wan Peng had already seen this clearly.

When the Shangjing City Survivor Alliance is placed between the two major forces, no matter who the winner of this competition belongs to, it will not belong to them who are already at the end of their rope.

However, Ding Liwei obviously didn't see this clearly, and until the last moment, he was still counting on Wan Peng to play the last hole card to help him turn defeat into victory or something, but he didn't know that from the moment he jumped off the building with his front foot to command the battle, Manager Wan had already seized the opportunity to slip away on the back foot.

Thinking of Captain Ding, Wan Peng couldn't help but feel a little sorry in his heart.

If he hadn't been so obsessed, he wouldn't have ended up like this. With more than seventy power armors, even if he loses control of Ping'an Street, where can't he go to the second militia regiment in this wasteland, except for Wanghai City in the south?

Shaking his head, Wan Peng walked along the tunnel, with his back to Line 27.

Ping An Street is no longer safe.

Not surprisingly, NAC has now taken over the city defense of Ping'an Street, and if he goes back like this, there may be only one ending waiting for him. Even if NAC does nothing, the survivors who are trapped on Ping An Street will tear him to shreds by the people who are eager to show their loyalty to the NAC.

He still had some things and men left in the same place as the Sunday Hotel, and there were still some men in black on the surface who were at his disposal. He couldn't stay in this part of Shangjing City anymore, so he could only choose to go southwest, bypassing the territory of NAC and going to the Liangguang area.

That is the Southern Survivors' sphere of influence, and the Survivor forces there are afraid of the NAC, but they don't obey them. Moreover, the business there is relatively developed, and it is not impossible to change the "vest" there and make a comeback......

However, at this moment, a flash of silver light flashed unexpectedly.

Before he could react, a sharp pain came from his chest, Wan Peng snorted, covered his chest and fell to the ground.

Gritted his teeth, he pulled out a needle from his bosom.

However, before he could prick the needle into his chest, another flash of silver flashed, and blood rushed out of his wrist and spilled all over the ground.

"Ahhhh

Heart-rending screams resounded through the tunnel, and Wan Peng looked at his severed hand, his expression twisted with pain.

"I'm not going to miss twice in front of the same trick. Leaning against the wall by the tunnel, Lao Luo grinned, the silver light in his hand looming, "Now, I see why you use that ridiculous hole card?"

Wan Peng, who fell to the ground, moved his legs back, looked at Lao Luo and said in horror.

"Why...... Don't you want to let me go until I die? The people who got the treasures are not me at all, you go to them......

"But it all started because of you. Lao Luo said calmly.

"Just because of this?" Wan Peng said stunned.

"Is there any other reason needed? Looking at Wan Peng calmly, Lao Luo sighed, "Come with me and bury the secret of the Pan-Asian cooperation." ”

"Hehehe, bad pen, I didn't expect Lao Tzu Wanpeng Xiaoxiong I, but he died at the hands of a madman, hehehehe, hahaha......"

Wan Peng lay on the ground and looked up to the sky and laughed, and in that almost crazy laughter, he gradually came to the end of his life.

The silver knife fell from his cuff and slammed into the ground. Lao Luo leaned his back against the wall and sat down slowly. Finally exhausted the last of his strength, he didn't say a word, and slowly closed his eyes.

……

The tank is burning.

Under the siege of NAC power armor, there is no suspense in the battle. Having exhausted the last shell on the ammunition rack, Yegor, who was trapped in the lobby of the media building, finally fell into a state of exhaustion.

Crawling out of the top of the tank, he clutched the matching gun tightly in his hands.

Not far from him was the body of Sminov, half of whom had been charred.

Yegor didn't look at him, but leaned against the wall, took two steps forward, looked at the burning wreckage all over the ground, and suddenly grinned and laughed.

“…… Lao Tzu has watched the snow for the Soviets for twenty years in Uerlian, and it is the first time that he has fought so happily. Died in the capital of pan-Asian cooperation, which is also a well-deserved death......"

Looking at the power armor that was coming towards him, he used the last of his strength and let out a roaring roar.

"Ulla!"

The bullet of the pistol erases the spark on the power armor.

As he pulled the trigger for the third time, a shuttle of bullets swept in, knocking him into a sieve.

Finally, this tyrant, who had swept half of East Siberia, finally came to the end of his life on the land of pan-Asian cooperation, his eyes widened like copper bells in a pool of blood, and his life full of murder and sin ended.

In the distance, the building is on fire.

"The subordinates are incompetent, it's too late, please ask the marshal to punish the crime. Standing behind Jiang Chen, Zhang Zhuo said with a face full of shame.

"Please raise your head," Jiang Chen turned around and looked at Zhang Zhuo, who blamed himself, "You have done your best to break through the Russian defense line and rush here in the shortest possible time, how can I bear to shift my responsibility to my meritorious subordinates." So, keep your head up. ”

Zhang Zhuo raised his head, and the emotion on his face was incomprehensible.

At this time, Lu Fan stepped forward and gave a military salute.

"The battle is over, it is confirmed that Yegor has been killed. ”

After hearing the news, Jiang Chen nodded.

"What about Ding Liwei and Wan Peng? I am more concerned about the whereabouts of these two guys. ”

"Ding Liwei has been confirmed to have died at the hands of the CCCP tank, Wan Peng's whereabouts are unknown, and it is suspected that he has taken advantage of the chaos to escape. Lu Fan replied.

"Escaped?" Jiang Chen grinned, "Forget it, if you escape, you can escape, most likely he won't be able to escape far." ”

After a pause, Jiang Chen looked at Zhang Zhuo and ordered.

"You take some people down, and below the Eden building is the legacy of pan-Asian cooperation. The dormant compartment on the first layer is all dragged away, the resources on the third layer and the power armor on the fourth layer, and you leave it alone for the time being. In addition, you send two more people to the outside of Line 0 and inform Han Junhua to send more people. ”

"Yes!"

Zhang Zhuoli saluted, turned around and took the order.

Standing on the building, overlooking the city, Jiang Chen watched quietly for a long time.

"Lu Fan. ”

"In. Hearing the marshal call himself, Lu Fan hurriedly replied.

"Get ready, I'm going back. ”

"Yes!"

Not surprisingly, it was already dawn outside, and so many things had happened, and the chaos in Shangjing City was finally coming to an end.

Jiang Chen suddenly felt so tired, and he just wanted to find a place to sleep at the moment.

It is best to sleep until dawn the next day.

"Remember your promises. Number X71291 whispered next to him.

"Rest assured, I know the weight of the word commitment better than you do. Jiang Chen shrugged and said.