Chapter 338: Failure

Anatoly turned his head and glanced at his lieutenant, who was similar in age to him, but his body type was very different from this guy who admired Hitler, he belonged to the kind of person who was almost about to lose weight, but this was a very shrewd and intelligent person, so Anatoly made him his lieutenant, as for what doomsday cronyism, it was pure special fart, cronyism is certainly a good way to gather power, but if his own pro is a real waste, it is a precursor to the end. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Whoever has the ability is on whom, the more doomsday it is, the more important this is.

If you don't have the ability to still be in the position, that is harming others and yourself, as for relatives, it is the best way to deal with it if you live better in the end than before the end.

Therefore, there are almost no people around Anatoly who were familiar with him when he was a worker or his relatives and friends who have always been there, and there are indeed those who are still alive, but most of those people are unworthy, and they are provided with good food and drink by him, and there are those who want to be officials, Anatoly is not polite, and he slaps back the matter.

Without these really useful people, Anatoly might have taken many detours, but these people also need to be wary of him, because smart people are always unwilling to be left behind, especially a seemingly useless guy like him.

Anatoly's lieutenant, the thin man, was a wise man, at least that's what Anatoly thought, and so he looked at him first, hoping for the slightest hint or idea.

But this time he was disappointed.

His adjutant was also in a cold sweat, staring at the picture transmitted by the drone in front of him, his eyes as if they were about to bulge.

However, such a look was already some kind of hint to Anatoly.

He turned his head to look at the picture, which was the factory that had turned into a living hell, and in fact, he could hear a deafening roar coming from that direction from his very position at this moment.

He looked at it for a full two seconds, then squeezed two words out between his teeth: "Detonate." ”

His adjutant was still staring at the picture in the monitor, and he didn't react to such a sentence, but there were not just the two of them in this room, someone heard Anatoly's words clearly, and shouted loudly and flatteringly, thinking that he had flattered the big man at the top, but he didn't know that Anatoly was thinking that this idiot didn't hurry up?

Anatoly stared at the idiot running out before turning his gaze back.

The idiot just now, although he had a bit of a bad brain, was still very quick to get things done, after all, there was no real waste here in Anatoly.

He had just turned his gaze back to see the perspective of the drone shifting - it was their operators withdrawing the drone from the plant, and those were precious things, Anatoly's precious capital, as precious as ammunition.

At this time, in the direction of the dome, where the picture transmitted by the drone could not be seen, there were bursts of earth-shattering loud noises.

Anatoly wanted to scold again - the drones have not been withdrawn yet, why did they start to detonate, these idiots.

But he remembered the monster that was advancing steadily unscathed in the overwhelming artillery fire, and he suppressed this emotion, and became-specially, blowing up the eight lambs.

The drone withdrew at the last minute, and external surveillance equipment installed outside the factory transmitted footage of the entire plant collapsing.

It is common for ordinary people to only be able to see the picture on TV before the end of the world.

The dome of the entire factory collapsed inward in a dazzling bright color - it was the explosion of bombs installed on several key nodes.

In the first moment of collapse, smoke and dust replaced flames from the countless windows of the factory, and then the four walls folded in a very short time like ocean waves, followed by the devastating collapse, and the well-secured factory was as fragile as paper paste at this time, and completely collapsed from beginning to end in the rush of flames and loud noises, and the smoke and dust rolled up into the sky.

Anatoly slowly breathed a sigh of relief at this time, he squinted at the sky-high smoke and dust in the field, and scolded coldly in his heart: This is the end of going against me.

He got up from his seat, grabbed the old Browning pistol he had pressed to the table and made him famous, turned and walked out, and without looking back, he commanded his deputy, "Get ready for propaganda - we've killed an extreme mutant that Carape was trying to flee from." ”

He walked out quite domineeringly, according to the previous procedure, the adjutant must have responded to him at this time, that thin man is the kind of guy who is quite afraid of sycophants, and it is impossible to give up such an opportunity at this time.

However, this adjutant once again disappointed Anatoly.

This time, Anatoly was a little displeased, it was barely understandable to be terrified by the extreme mutant before, but now, the extreme mutant is dead, this guy still doesn't respond to himself, is he trying to rebel?

Anatoly knew that the other party wouldn't dare, but he thought so, he was going to clean up this guy, to be honest, he was also frightened by the extreme mutant, and at this time, he just found a random guy to vent his anger.

Anatoly's temper is really quite bad, but this bad temper is sometimes not a layer of protection for him?

At this time, the middle-aged man who was slightly blessed slowly came back to his senses, and the first thing he saw was his adjutant, and the other party was also looking at him.

Obviously, this guy also seemed to realize his situation, and his face turned pale, but soon, Anatoly, who was full of confidence, felt that something seemed to be wrong.

Because this adjutant of his own is holding out a hand and pointing to the picture on the other side.

Anatoly is not a fool, suddenly his heart suddenly, any thoughts were suppressed by him, he swallowed and spit, slowly turned around, but saw in the display, the picture of the completely collapsed factory, smoke and orange flames, a dark and murderous figure, is rising from the flames, fierce as a killing god, scarlet pupils in the flames and dust seem to have a breathtaking power.

It swept towards a monitor, staring at Anatoly with a stark and cold glance through an invisible, insubstantial signal.

At that moment, Anatoly's face turned pale.

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(To be continued.) )