The two Storm Warriors were pulled back by the metal chain that was connected to the pontoon as a whole, but they never gave up, and frantically pounced forward to Chen Bo, repeatedly pulling the solid metal ring, making the elliptical continue to lengthen. It also made Uncle Chen swallow his saliva with difficulty, didn't dare to look at the two of them anymore, and turned his head out of the car.

Twelve jīng sharp soldiers solemnly clustered around Miss Jasmine, a strong and burly warrior, a petite and lovely jīng spirit, with the contrast and harmony of beauty and beast, Miss Jasmine was checking the convoy that was about to depart, and when she saw Uncle Chen, she nodded slowly.

Uncle Chen kept Jasmine's expectant eyes in his heart and slowly closed his eyes, if the Great Elder called Gao Feng was not as easy to communicate as he imagined, this trip would be his last journey, he and Jasmine both understood that this convoy was to calm each other's anger and send them to death, even if they died, there would still be a second convoy on the road.

No matter how much hope there is, even if there is only a glimmer of hope, they must obtain the method of perfect DNA, even if it is worth paying all of it, this is the most urgent need of millions of people in the underground world, and it is also the only hope for the continuation of civilization.

"Are you bothered, why do you have to die if you can live, even if you don't think about yourself, you have to think about the wounded, shut up for me......."

Nan Feng was already in a nervous mood, whether he could escape or not depends on this moment, but he didn't want to be ruined by two livestock, ignoring that Chen Bo was by his side, and scolded loudly.

Originally, it was just anger in his heart, impulsive, Nan Feng didn't expect these two guys to listen to him, sure enough, the two reckless men immediately pointed at Nan Feng's nose and scolded, and the most scolded was the word traitor, which made Nan Feng laugh bitterly.

For the two simple-minded storm warriors, it is either black or white, and sitting with the enemy is a traitor, Nan Feng is not this kind of guy with a brain that is all muscles, for him, he has done nothing wrong, he has no obligation to be loyal to Gao Feng, Gao Feng is not his God, there is nothing wrong with using limited information to get a chance to live, not to mention that he did not betray Gao Feng completely, at least the news that the passage was buried with explosives did not tell the Jasmine Consortium.

Regarding the explosives, Gao Feng did not inform Nan Feng, but Nan Feng summed it up by himself through various clues, and even knew the approximate location, I have to say that he is a smart person.

The convoy started slowly, and the two storm warriors still didn't stop scolding and continued to scold, but the target was transferred from the Jasmine Consortium to Nan Feng, the dog's bloody head was light, up to the eighteenth generation of ancestors, down to the descendants of all generations, Nan Feng's relatives were taken care of, the wilderness did not pay attention to language skills, and all kinds of straightforward scolding made Nan Feng's face green.

Nan Feng knew that Gao Feng had planted explosives in the passage, but he didn't know what to do, the explosives were deciding his life and death, twelve floating carts full of supplies, in the monitor in front of Gao Feng, it meant twelve floating cars full of soldiers, and twelve storm warriors were missing, so in Gao Feng's eyes, these twelve floating cars full of soldiers meant that the Jasmine Consortium was conquering Gao Feng.

The convoy moved forward slowly and resolutely, Gao Feng and the poles beside him stared at the convoy with ugly faces, and under the surveillance image, Fan Meiren's head was projected in a small metal box like a vanity mirror, and he was solemnly announcing to Gao Feng:

"Before their accident, the price of nutrition pills has tripled, the price of raw materials has increased fivefold, the materials you need, have increased to varying degrees, the most tightly controlled are weapons and ammunition, they have already begun to do it to me, the Security Bureau has sent a letter to check the wear and tear of equipment in the third section over the years, as well as standing supplies, in addition, there are also problems on the side of the eagle eye.

The third lesson has been marginalized, and there are also actions on the city council's side, and someone secretly told me that the plan for the thorough investigation of the Ministry of Security is being submitted, waiting for approval, and then it will be a storm, and Meng Chaoren has also begun to move to find evidence for the explosion of the spar transporter....... ”

One bad news came out of Fan Meiren's mouth one after another, and every bad news increased the weight of the Jasmine Consortium in Gao Feng's heart, a power force is not to see how many armed people and how much money they have, but to see the size of their influence, just like some large companies in Gao Feng's previous life, they can even influence the subversion of the regime of a small country, and influence a big country to send troops to destroy another country for oil.

"In two hours, the convoy will be in the center of the explosion......

Pole yīn Sensen's reminder of the peak, because of the impending killing, stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, his eyes revealing a bloodthirsty red glow.

"Stormtroopers are waiting to die at any time, as long as they die ......."

Xian Zhao came in from outside the door and stood in front of Gao Feng with a resolute face.

"Now that we have a plan, let's do it, we don't have the money to buy good things anyway......."

Seeing Gao Feng's still hesitant eyes, the pole couldn't help but continue to persuade, Xian Zhao nodded fiercely, and looked at the monitor with a resentful look.

"Twelve large floating carts, each of which can accommodate at least five hundred people, and six hundred jīng sharp troops, even five hundred storm warriors are difficult to resist, and we have no ammunition ......."

Fang Shiyu, who had been observing the floating car, couldn't help but express his opinion, looking at the floating car convoy, his eyes were also angry and resentful, he had already heard the news of the three hands, as a friend who escaped from the mine together, he hated the same enemy.

"The lives of 800 people must be returned to the Jasmine Consortium ......."

There were long-lost words behind him, and Gao Feng turned around sharply and shouted in surprise:

"Aren't you bent on farming? Why did you come too? ”

The three-eyed cloud walked in from the outside with a serious face, angrily swept the screen of the monitor, gritted his teeth and said:

"It's all bullied, how can I still farm? There is nothing else like us that our parents don't want, only a ruthless spirit, whoever wants to kill us, we will kill whoever ....... ”

The news of the three hands, Gao Feng routinely notified Yun, but he didn't expect that Yun had been holding back, but today he came to the door, which shows that he has been hiding the flame of anger in his heart.

Gao Feng is never easily swayed by other people's opinions, but he will not be stubborn to the end, the opinions of so many people present are blowing up the channel, and most of him agrees with this opinion in his heart.

Although he wanted to determine the life and death of the twelve storm warriors in his heart, but in this case, he couldn't take care of it, he couldn't put the life and death of the five hundred storm warriors in disregard for the sake of twelve people, when Yun, who never participated in decision-making and farmed with peace of mind, also made a request, Gao Feng finally nodded.

"As long as the convoy is close to the center of the explosion, detonate it, six hundred jīng sharp fighters are enough for their distressed ......."

Gao Feng's order satisfied everyone present, and there was a frenzy and excitement in the air, Pole and Xian Zhao were excited because they could kill hundreds of people by pressing a button, while Fang Shiyu and Yun were able to vent a bad anger in their hearts, only Gao Feng felt as if he had done something wrong, but he couldn't find out what it was.

It will take some time for the convoy to reach the specific location, several people have not left the monitor, each finding a place to sit down, Yun and Fang Shiyu are gossiping, the pole is talking to Xian Zhao about the training of the storm warriors during this time, Gao Feng does not want to talk, smoking a cigarette dullly.