Chapter 280 is all dead? (3rd Watch)

New York, United Nations Building. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

In the conference hall with the highest security level, the whole earth, the most powerful hundred people, sit here quietly, they are waiting, waiting for the result of the second battle, if the first advance force is a test, then the second missile and fighter group, it is no longer a simple test, the second battle is a real attack.

Thousands of intercontinental missiles and tens of thousands of fighter planes are also a big burden for mankind.

This is a heavy blow to mankind, and it is also a bold attempt by mankind to test the bottom line of the apocalypse.

If the Apocalypse could be dealt a heavy blow, then a barrage of attacks would follow.

But if this attack is still the same as the first temptation, at most one attempt, if it has not succeeded, and still has not pulled the apocalypse down the altar, everyone has to think about the next way to retreat.

Everyone is anxiously waiting, this is a crucial battle, everyone is waiting for the outcome of the battle.

It's a pity that they didn't know that Lan Ze, who was pressed for time, was no longer interested in inking with them, and after estimating the time, Lan Ze decided not to play and flipped the table directly.

Maybe this effect is not as good as what I planned at the beginning, but time waits for no one.

A pale golden glow appeared in the conference hall of the United Nations, and then an illusory figure floated quietly in this void.

With indifference and disdain, and disappointment, the golden figure whose face could not be seen clearly sighed.

"Human, you have disappointed me, I gave you a chance, but your strength is too weak, if this is your last resistance, I can only say, you are too weak."

With a light sigh, Lan Ze's soul turned into an illusory figure, quietly scanning these people in front of him, and a touch of life level oppression enveloped everyone present.

This is the oppression of higher life forms against lower life forms, although it will not cause harm, but it will make people feel instinctive fear, just like facing a hare with a tiger, an instinctive fear will spring up in their hearts.

"Who are you? Why is it here? ”

At the moment when Lan Ze appeared, the leader of the Soviet Union stood up, as the leader of a country, and the leader of the first country in the world, the other party could not bow his head and could not be afraid.

At the same time, behind the other party, a red button was quietly pressed.

This is the alarm button, a device that only the most senior national leaders have, and can mobilize the security guards in the United Nations to a certain extent at the moment.

But the next moment, Lan Ze waved his hand, and a strange power instantly enveloped the other party.

The Soviet leader, with a speed visible to the naked eye, turned directly into a puddle of black ash.

A buttonpiece with the coat of arms of the Soviet Union fell to the ground with a dull thud.

Lan Ze glanced around, with a trace of disdain in the corners of his eyes, and the majesty in his eyes became more and more intense: "Who am I?" You are not qualified to ask, I know what you are thinking, don't expect someone to come to your rescue, this building is the only room where you have a living person. ”

The United Nations building, the huge conference room, everyone fell silent, you look at me, I look at you, I don't know what to say for a while, as if at this moment, everyone fell into a dead silence.

In front of me, there is a bloody lesson from the past.

The USSR, the hegemon in the world a little more powerful than the United States, the leader of this country died quietly like this?

This made everyone's hearts tremble.

subconsciously shifted his attention to the president of the American side.

Feeling the sight of everyone, the president of the United States at this moment has a complicated mood and wants to scold his mother.

The leader of the Soviet Union died, and the position of the leader suddenly became himself, if it was in normal times, when encountering such a great good thing, Mr. President would be very happy, and even excitedly lit a few strings of firecrackers to celebrate, but now it is different.

The previous leader was a comfortable position, the eldest in the sky, the second in the earth, and the third in rank, the status of the leader was equivalent to the overlord on the earth, and he was the emperor of the soil, but now the leader is a miserable position, in addition to the sky and the earth, there is also an extra butcher pressed above the leader.

To put it mildly, in the eyes of Mr. President, the person in front of him is a killing god, who will kill if he doesn't agree with him, didn't he see the leader of the Soviet Union, and he was killed as soon as he said a word?

In this situation, hiding honestly is the most important thing, but looking at the eyes of the people around him one by one, Mr. President, who has always regarded himself as a good man, angrily wanted to scold his mother, but he was helpless.

The leader of the Soviet Union died, and the position of the leader, as the only hegemon in the world who could fight with the Soviet Union, naturally fell to his head.

As the leader, he had to stand up and look at the buttons on the ground, the black and gray on the ground, and the president of the United States hesitated for a long time and did not press his buttons.

As the host, and the only country in the world that can confront the Soviet Union, the United States, which has the support of the whole of Europe behind it, naturally also has a button.

But the problem is that I don't dare to press it.

Looking at the pale golden phantom floating in the sky in front of him, the president wiped the sweat from his forehead: "Sir, what exactly is your purpose?" ”

"Purpose?" Lan Ze sneered disdainfully, glanced at the current human race, and a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes: "There is no purpose, I just want to smash the things that you humans are proud of, so that you can completely recognize yourself, I don't have time to play these children's games with you, if this is the most powerful power of your human race, then I can only say that you should honestly dissolve the regime and completely surrender to me." ”

"But ......" Mr. President hesitated, a trace of struggle crossed his face, but the next moment he was directly interrupted by Lan Ze.

"But what? You don't have the right to say anything to me, yes, it's still the same sentence, if this is the most powerful force of your human race, then you better die early, I don't have time to play with you, in a word, surrender or die. ”

Mr. President's face became a little ugly, but he couldn't say anything, so he could only quietly glance at the neon prime minister on the side.

The prime minister of Neon Country is also a smart person, and he also knows what the consequences of speaking at this time are, but the problem is that the United States is the father of his own country, and he dare not listen to what his father lets him do.

Without the help of the United States, according to the relationship between itself and its neighbors, the life of Neon Country would not be comfortable.

After all, the two sides are blood feuds, and if it weren't for the fact that Daddy America suppressed it here, according to the temper of the neighbor opposite, the war would have started a long time ago.

Both left and right are dead, and the ratio of risk is half to half, in this case, it is better to hug the thigh of the American father before dying. Maybe after he dies, he can still get a posthumous seal, besides, maybe he can't die, after all, isn't the American father not dead?

So the prime minister of the neon country stood up, although he was still a little afraid, but he still looked at Lan Ze with righteous words:

"No, we will never give up, and we will never surrender, this is the pride of our humanity, you can kill us, but I will ...... the day"

"Well, then you can die." Lan Ze waved his hand, and this ** nagging little man was directly slapped to death by Lan Ze.

Another dead one?

Looking at the neon prime minister who turned into a puddle of black ash, the ninety-eight people present gasped.

Glancing around, under Lan Ze's cold eyes, no one dared to look at Lan Ze, this is what he wanted to see.

No, there is one who dares to look at himself.

Gaze at the last one.

Howard Stark, this guy looked at himself with a calm face, not knowing what he was talking about.

It looks like he's talking to himself in spoken language.

Lan Ze didn't know how to speak, and he didn't bother to translate, plus this was just a trace of Lan Ze's soul incarnation, so Lan Ze waved his hand, except for Howard, the remaining ninety-seven people, all of them had black eyes and completely fainted.

Looking at the ninety-seven people around him who were unconscious, as if they were dead, Howard looked at Lan Ze with a confused expression: "Damn, your sister!" No way? All dead? ”