The white coat walked back to the main prayer room, which was a space of nearly two hundred square meters. But now, both the Lost Oasis and the "nameless" soldiers are huddled together, staring at the closed door of the conference room, watching the white coat walk in with a gun against Sun's ruthless head, and walk out again for half an hour.

The three countries have demonstrated a high level of negotiating efficiency. In this negotiation, it can be said that in addition to Russia, the four permanent members of the United Nations are all present, and if they all reach a consensus, even if they get the shadow UN arbitration, there will be no deviation in the outcome.

They agreed to let the coat go, as well as his soldiers.

This is an attempt to capture the old man, Sun Wuru is very clear, but he doesn't know that the white coat is clear.

He didn't even know that the white coat's brain was still clear.

The person who was pointed at the gun was him, not only the Federation and other countries were afraid that the white coat would go crazy, but Sun Wuru was even more afraid. If the white coat does not let his guard down, then even if the "friend" reappears in his mind now, it may not be possible to avoid the fact of his death.

The loss of a human life seems insignificant in this era. As long as this matter does not fall on them, most people certainly feel insignificant.

But for the man who put his head on the execution rack, it was all he had.

The white coat shoots, he dies, he doesn't shoot, he lives, this is the choice of 0 and 1, and the result of 0 and 1.

So there is the famous saying: To be or not to be, that's a question.

Sun Wuru wanted to ask, whether this was his plan or not, whether it was in his plan or not. Because from the moment he came into contact with this man, his calmness was comparable to Wang Qingye and Guan Shi, and they dared to abandon everything to carry out the task, and the white coat should be too.

But who can be sure that he is carrying out the task he has in mind, or if he is really crazy.

The Federation, the East and the European Union did not dare to bet, and he did not dare to bet.

So he was honestly held at gunpoint and did not say a word.

But seeing the two of them safe and sound again, the "nameless" soldier first cheered in a low voice.

"Pack up our things, let's get out of this building." The white coat's voice became calm enough, as if the decadence just now was swept away, and everyone heard his command: "Use our own glider, remember the dark passage I said earlier, just go there, go forward, don't care how many people are chasing after us." Saying this, he put a gun to Sun's ruthless head again: "We have hostages." ”

After hearing this, all the soldiers began to prepare, but the chair holder had a sad face, and he and Lin Qionglu behind him all looked at Sun Wuru a little nervously.

"What about us?" Cheng Wanli asked.

"You should have your own way out, I'll only think about my soldiers." The white coat replied decisively, and hearing this, the morale of these soldiers also rose again. Li Chengqian, who jumped out of their side just now, is really a little scary, his gifts and acting skills make it impossible for them to tell whether the people around them are comrades or enemies, but at least now, for so many days, it is great news to have the right to leave.

Above them, the massive structures created by the three forces were still suspended in mid-air, but they were already slowly receding. Li Chengqian and the others had already returned to their positions, and they promised not to hinder the escape of the white coats, so they would distance themselves and leave enough space.

But even so, it doesn't mean that the weak Lost Oasis can escape from the palm of their hand.

They should have been united, the three of them were much more important than the thirty ordinary people, and if it were just a few of them, they might have fled the area long ago.

But the problem is that the white coat is still thinking about his soldiers.

They will all die, and these ordinary people, in the face of the power of the entire country, will definitely have no power to resist.

It should be them who will survive.

But Cheng Wanli didn't say anything, took the initiative to take a step back, and drew an obvious line with the white coat. Lin Qionglu was surrounded by them, and if she waited for a big day, this girl might be their only hostage.

Sun Wuru looked at Lin Qionglu not far away, he knew that she must still be holding the jade pendant of Chuanwu in her hand, but Sun Wuru didn't want her to use it, because everyone in the Lost Oasis reacted a lot faster than her. But Lin Qionglu just cast a worried look at Sun Wuru, and she didn't know if she understood what Sun Wuru was thinking.

Now, they're going to really separate. The white coat will no longer carry Lin Qionglu's oil bottle, and he doesn't have a second pistol. The tripartite forces are already retreating, and in the main prayer room, there is a rare calm now.

It's calm and a little scary.

They were a makeshift patchwork of troops, and until now, Bai Da Coats didn't know who gave the Lost Oasis the order to protect Sun Ruthless, but now, he couldn't manage that much.

"Don't expect your gifts to be useful." The white coat pointed to his head, and his bloodshot eyes stared at the chair bearer: "With my gifts, what you see is not real." ”

This sentence completely dispelled the idea of the chair holder replacing Sun Wuru. He didn't intend to be an enemy of this man in the first place, especially when he saw him deceive those soldiers, and there was a sense of fear in his heart. His gift caused the people near him to hallucinate, maybe it was just a little out of position, but as long as he got serious, everything around him could no longer be believed.

If it weren't for the dense surveillance in the sky that he couldn't influence in the distance, the chair holder didn't even believe that his ruthless movements pointing at Sun were real.

But now, the Lost Oasis has no choice but to give up. Even the Federation and the Eastern Kingdom did not dare to bet, and they did not dare to try.

Now their question is, how to get out of Ashlom City?

On the other side, pointing to Sun Ruthless's white coat, together with his soldiers, he crowded into another research room.

The Federation was willing to provide them with equipment, uniforms and even mechs to leave, but they were all rejected by the white coats. They couldn't leave here not because they couldn't land safely from a height of two hundred meters, but because of the surveillance and snipers of the three forces. Nameless wears a hang-glider and a redirection compression airbag, and as long as he can get out of their surveillance, Nameless has one last chance of escaping the predicament.

For centuries, it is estimated that no organization has dared to challenge the three superpowers with the strength of a few dozen people.

The white coat is really crazy.

Sun ruthlessly looked at Ashlon City, which was trampled on by himself, the buildings here were no different from the Federation, and he couldn't help but feel like a world away.

In mid-air, the morning sun shone on them, and on the left was the blue Mediterranean Sea, and the salty sea breeze stirred the tip of their noses, and the whole world seemed to be filled with the smell of happiness.

"As planned, go down." The white coat said to his followers, "The East Country has removed the Type I force field in this area, this is an exit, check your map, and remember not to turn on any devices that receive signals. Go as planned before and don't look back. ”

After saying this, everyone looked at this strange city and hesitated. They were all experienced in battle, but now the air seemed to be filled with the smell of oil from the Federation mechs, and the smell of gunpowder from the barrels of guns, enveloping them, torturing them, and making it difficult for them to move.

"Go down!" The white coat suddenly roared, "This is your last chance!" With that, he kicked at the soldier next to him, who fell, but quickly spread his glider and flew all the way to the east.

From beginning to end, no gunshots were heard.

The crowd began to crowd forward, and the few people at the head of the line were eager to try, and soon jumped off the building one after another. The shadow of death that pressed on their heads suddenly disappeared, and they instantly turned into free birds, rushing towards the last piece of life.

Suddenly, someone stopped. The soldier looked at the white coat beside him, a little hesitant.

"Boss, do you want to go down first?"

The white coat looked at the soldier, who looked young, and those eyes still sparkled, with a slight flame of revenge and blind worship of the white coat.

In his eyes, the white coat is a god, the only light that leads them to freedom, a lighthouse, and a guide who holds the torch high.

The white coat didn't speak, and there was a certain brilliance in his eyes. The next moment, the soldier seemed to see something, and his gaze moved away from the white coat, and finally froze in the staggered building below him.

He smiled happily, wiped the sweat from his forehead with one hand, and jumped down decisively.

Thirty-two people, three minutes, all jumped.

Sun Wuru felt that something was missing, but he couldn't say it, he just felt that the atmosphere around him was a little weird.

Sort of, too quiet.

The sky, the land, and the white coat beside him.

"You know what? At the beginning, when I arrived in Billin City, Cheng Qingming gathered thirty-two laborers, exactly the same as now. Suddenly, the white coat looked at the clear blue sky and slowly spoke: "Sometimes I wonder what is the difference between myself and them. We seem to be more powerful human beings, but no matter how powerful we are, we are human beings, not gods as they call them. ”

Sun Wuru didn't respond to his words, his head seemed to hurt a little, probably from the pistol to his temple.

But in the next moment, everything suddenly changed.

"I can't hold it anymore." The white coat seemed to have unloaded some burden, and spit out these words word by word.

At the same time, his muscles suddenly relaxed, and the fingers that had been pressing the trigger loosened by a centimeter. At this time, if he wants to kill Sun Ruthless, with the speed of movement of his muscles, it will take at least 0.31 seconds to press the trigger.

0.31 seconds seems like just a blink of an eye, but from the time he raised the pistol to now, this centimeter has never been less.

It's simply machine-like perseverance.

But the lab coat is always a person, not a machine.

An armor-piercing bullet roared from the sky, surpassed the speed of sound, and came in front of the white coat.

The arm holding the pistol turned into a mess of rotten flesh in an instant.