Song Minghao pushed away the hand that was dragging his arm, and then straightened his limp leg that was splinted after a broken bone with a click. The leg bones under the muscles that were held in place by the splint twisted again, and finally formed a kind of stress balance with the deformed splint, so that Song Minghao looked as if he was not injured, but the sharp pain in the wound was transmitted to his nerve center.

But Song Minghao was unaware of these pains, he stood there straight like a real federal soldier, and there was no sadness or joy on his face.

He gently stretched out his right hand, and the commander of the Third Special Operations Company was stunned for a moment, and then immediately took out a hot towel from the service box he was carrying behind him and handed it to Song Minghao.

"You wait here, let's go up and have a look."

"If I don't speak, you won't be allowed to make any movements, can you understand?"

Song Minghao gently wiped his face with a hot towel, and his tone was as calm as ever, as if he was directing an ordinary battle.

"Understood!"

The three company commanders roared out in unison!

Song Minghao strode towards the separate office prepared by K279 for Waters, just like the most standard federal soldier walking, with a straight body and a straight step, without the slightest lameness! The pain from the broken leg didn't make him look pained either.

It's just that after every few steps, Song Minghao will raise his hand and wipe the beads of sweat on his forehead with a hot towel.

The three commanders of the special operations company stood silently behind, and no one dared to speak under the military order, dared to follow behind Song Minghao, and no one dared to reach out to help the injured commander.

......

The 4th floor of the 29th management office, where the Waters office is located, can be heard quietly.

No one wants to run in front of the star head at this time to touch his moldy head, although he is almost impossible to be re-elected, although he is about to be spit on by everyone, but that will be a few days later. As the 279th institute under the K29 unit, no disciplined soldier will make trouble for himself at this time.

Except for Song Minghao.

"Dangdangdang", Song Minghao gently knocked on the wooden door of Xingshou Waters' office.

No response......

"Dangdangdang", Song Minghao knocked lightly three times again.

Still no response.

Song Minghao lowered his head slightly and took out the military thorn he carried from his boots, stabbed and pried it into the gap near the wooden door handle, and after a click came from the lock, Song Minghao gently pushed it......

The door slowly opened, and Waters was sitting on a cheap leatherette couch, his fat face flushed, and the fat on his chin trembled slightly.

"The star was born first, and Myeongho wanted an explanation."

Song Minghao's tone was still extremely calm.

Waters didn't speak, he couldn't accept the fact that he had woken up from his dream of wealth and prosperity for a while, and he didn't know what Apocalypse would do with a loser like himself who had broken a big thing. He is no longer thinking about how to regain the popular support that has been lost, but how to save his own life.

"The star is born first, and Myeongho wants an explanation!"

Song Minghao spoke again, his tone slightly tougher than before. But as he spoke, Song Minghao caught a glimpse of the Holy Beast brand cigarette on the cheap desk in front of Waters, which made his already cold heart even colder.

......

"I ......"

"Oh my God, what is this ......"

Xun Ye, a beautiful reporter who is still sticking to her post and live broadcasting, raised her hand to cover her mouth, a war reporter who is used to seeing life, death and corpses will still be speechless because of some scenes that cannot be seen directly as long as they are humans.

In fact, after Wei Songping completed his task and left the computer room of the 29 communications offices, the communications troops, electronic engineering troops, and mechanics of the K279 unit could already begin to do their best to repair the live broadcast lines that Wei Songping had stolen.

But these soldiers just don't want to do that......

Curiosity drove them to look behind them to see what else this ten ** was the North faction of Komia who secretly took away the live broadcast line, and what else would come out. In the same way, a sense of responsibility drives them not to take the line back, because they feel that there is something that should be seen by the people of Komia.

Under the military order, the encryption lock and a few small "worms" left by Wei Songping became an excuse for them to delay time.

......

That's 40 #naked, dormant boys in freezers. In addition to the oxygen mask hanging on his mouth, there are also several inexplicable pipes connected to the interfaces reserved for the compulsory brain control device at the neck.

But the cruelty of the truth is much more than that, and the truth exposed to the public is even more than that.

As the live camera shook, it gradually became clear that a full half of the 40 boys, that is, 20 people, had already had their limbs amputated! The severed arms and legs were all dumped in another blood-stained cryo-dormant pod, like raw meat in a butcher's freezer.

With the sound of rapid breathing in his ears and Geng Lin's angry scolding and Lei Zi's muttering complaints in the 4th battalion, the camera finally swept over many inexplicable devices with light green T-word logos, proving the identity of the black ship.

The cruelty of everything in front of him is far beyond ordinary people's understanding, so the soldiers of the 4th battalion will naturally be angry!

As for Lei Zi, there is no doubt that he is definitely a fierce general in the 4th Battalion, but this thing is superstitious and afraid of ghosts, and everything in front of him does not seem to be something that humans can do anyway, no wonder he complains. Again, this reflects the cruelty of the apocalypse to another extent.

But that's not enough.

The soldiers of the 4th Battalion had been trying to find evidence of a relationship between Rodney and the Apocalypse, or evidence of cooperation between the Komiananists and the Apocalypse, but at the moment there was no conclusive evidence of Rodney.

Until a certain bird-headed three-team hunched thin tall man put his hand on the frame of the glasses on his nose, and then raised the arm-borne combat control system on his arm, and placed the video played on it in front of the live broadcast camera hanging on Geng Lin's tactical helmet.

......

"Taxi ...... Master Chief, you ...... What does this do? We shouldn't wait...... Wait for news about the concentration camps? ”

With a knife in his hand and some kind of boning pliers, Rodney, who was pulling his arm down from the shoulder of an unconscious boy, lowered his head.

"If they were complete, they wouldn't agree to Plan C!"

"Like me, without limbs."

"You can only choose, transform!"

The apocalypse mercenary continued in a hoarse voice, "But...... It's really cruel, Master Chief, I suggest ......"

"Say it again."

"You're the same!"

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