But An Ruohong only had such a short time of weakness for a dozen seconds - because everyone around him was watching him. They were his former subordinates, so he knew it was a pack of wolves. Such a group of fierce beasts have experienced more than ten years from the old imperial era to the new imperial era, but the beast nature in their hearts has not faded. No matter what kind of mask they are underneath, they all have the same sharp minions.

But what he feared was not repercussions, but more terrible impulsiveness and tyranny. Those people will not have less shock and regret than he does, but he has reason, and those people are less.

Or rather...... These people are pure death-servants. They would rush to the palace to fight Li Zhen because of his words or a look, but the problem was ......

An Ruohong didn't want to die.

Therefore, after regaining consciousness, facing those eyes that concealed uneasiness and impulse, he said in a very calm tone: "Raze it." ”

People who were shocked and lost their minds found spiritual support because of such a sentence.

"Recall them and evacuate in batches." He continued to give orders, and walked briskly to the entrance to the underground, "Destroy this base in five minutes, and the people who survived - you know where to look for me." ”

An Ruohong looked sideways in the direction of the palace as he strode towards the entrance, and at the same time raised his hands to cover his ears. Just as he took his first step, the milky white "Array 51D" missile launcher emitted a low, continuous humming sound. The vibration penetrated into the cracks of everyone's bones, as if blood was about to be heated and boiled. This is because the launch vehicle is on its last mission.

Such a vehicle can be used to launch intercontinental missiles. But no one has ever tried to use it to launch four medium-range strategic ballistic missiles - and four tactical nuclear bombs - at the same time.

It was their last gift to that tyrant. Even if he could intercept this thing in just ten seconds, the people here would have one more chance of escaping. And even if only one of them is successfully detonated, then the tyrant will no longer have the heart to pay attention to them.

He remembered an incident many years ago when he took the second step. In that era that seemed distant but was actually not far away, even B-level capable people could deserve the evaluation of "strong". At that time, as a member of the fast wind, he had heard the saying that even a king could not withstand a high-yield ballistic missile. However, the fact that ballistic missiles must be used to pose a threat is in itself an indication of their strength.

He did have the idea of trying it out. But he never imagined that he would get his wish today. Although the enemy he currently faces is far more powerful than a king, and he uses nuclear weapons.

He didn't know if it was a long step, or if his mind had become clear and flexible because of so much stratagem and stratagem—he remembered a long, long time ago.

Like his sister and father. There is also a childhood and teenage years that are considered beautiful but do not want to be recalled. He thought he could become a legend. But ever since the tyrant appeared, he realized that his luster had been taken away from him by the young man.

His father died in the Empire, and his sister died in Siberia. It is said that when my sister was about to die, she wanted to leave her last words. But the tyrant didn't even give her such a chance.

But there's nothing he can do with that guy right now.

But now he had to flee in order to make a comeback—and that would be a long process.

These things are really frustrating.

So An Ruohong took the third step. The humming finally stopped. After a brief, eerie silence. Bright electric light illuminates the entire abandoned stadium. Four surface-to-surface missiles with nuclear warheads trailing a faint blue light at their tails. Shot into the night sky under the propulsion of a strong electromagnetic force.

There was a terrifying warmth in the air. An Ruohong felt his skin dry out. He squinted at the fading trails, and then at the buildings beyond.

By now, the members of the organization that had been lurking everywhere should have taken action. According to the preparatory plan. They will wreak havoc and cause chaos after the mission fails, giving the people in the headquarters more time to transfer.

No matter how powerful he is, he's just a man.

An Ruohong took four more steps and looked in the direction of the palace before stepping on the steps leading to the underground.

…… There was no fire there. There were no explosions either. There was silence and nothing. It was as if those four powerful missiles had disappeared out of thin air. The cold and silent palace was like a monster tonight, silently devouring a single thing—including his hopes.

Disappointment and despair strike again. An Ruohong stayed on the steps for a second, then turned his head and said in a deep voice, "Blow it up." ”

This is the next step - to detonate pre-installed bombs and destroy a large number of homes. Such a task was carried out by members of the Order scattered throughout the city, some of whom had previously been tasked with monitoring the tyrant's convoy.

There were about three minutes left for him to move. Tonight's operation failed completely, which seemed to mean that the other side had insight into their plans. So next...... He thought he was going to be hit by a stormy all-out blow.

Because the other side is the emperor who rules the entire southern hemisphere - half the world's military forces will be mobilized to try to find and kill themselves.

But for him, three minutes was enough. Because there were so many beasts - he glanced at the few people who followed behind him, and the few people who were destroying the missile launchers in the distance. A manic, obedient beast.

At least there is some hope. An Ruohong said to himself. He took one last look at the night in the capital, intending to take the first step when the first roar sounded.

However......

A second passes.

Two seconds passed.

Three seconds passed.

There was silence.

An Ruohong's eyes widened - he could accept that the assassination of Li Zhen failed, and he could accept that the four powerful missiles had not been accomplished, but ...... What's going on now?

The more than 100 people he threw out -- all of them were in trouble?!

In his horror, he glanced at the people around him. So the man, who was also seized by shock, blinked three times and said hesitantly, "Order...... I have confirmed the delivery. ”

"Let's go." An Ruohong only said this one word briefly.

Then he heard footsteps. (To be continued......)