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Wang Beiran walked in the middle of the ruins of Qixuan Street, his expression was not sad or happy, calm and not ** Lan, on his left was Guan Zhiyang, Minister of State Administration, Guan Zhiyang was entrusted by Jia Zhengdao to accompany Wang Beiran to this ...... The old place, which was left in ruins by yesterday's bombing, was cleaned up overnight by the scattered corpses.

If you didn't know that there was a heinous massacre here, you would have thought that it was an ordinary demolition site.

I don't know if it's my own delusion, although Guan Zhiyang was polite and decent, no, and even respectful, he always gave Wang Beiran a strange feeling, which was like ...... Wang Beiran couldn't be sure, but it was enough for Wang Beiran to restrain his manic mood when he saw that the place where he had been struggling for ten years had become a mess.

"Master Beiran, please also mourn, but I still want to tell you that several of your proud protégés are very safe, on the way you were brought to see Chairman Jia that day, I heard from the people below that your disciples have been evacuated safely, of course, after I knew that it was your disciples, I also gave the order to give up the pursuit in a timely manner. ”

"Then I thank Minister Guan for them. Wang Beiran arched his hand.

"You're polite, you and I have been colleagues for many years, and this favor is still there, plus ......" Guan Zhiyang paused, "I don't fully understand the decision above." ”

Wang Beiran paused as he stepped forward, squinting at Guan Zhiyang.

"It's too bloody, isn't it?" Guan Zhiyang stroked the folds of the cuffs of his suit and said with a little emotion.

"Then why don't you stop it?", Wang Beiran said coldly.

"Me?" Guan Zhiyang pointed to himself and laughed self-deprecatingly, "With me, how can I have the energy to defy the joint resolution of the Global Alliance of Nations and the 30 major powers?"

Wang Beiran laughed noncommittally.

"With all due respect, this is probably the fastest resolution I have ever seen at a meeting of the Global League of Nations, and there was not a single abstention or vote against it. Guan Zhiyang said. "But then again, if you were to change your position, what would you decide?

"I don't think I've made a worse decision than that. Wang Beiran said.

Seemed to be amused by Wang Beiran's witty words, Guan Zhiyang said with a smile: "No one is not afraid of the life of being thrown a fireball on the road, this is really terrifying, and you know, people in fear can do anything." ”

Wang Beiran didn't answer, and continued to walk forward, passing by a toppled fountain, and then turning past a pile of rubble from a broken gate, to the original location of the Qixuan Pavilion.

Guan Zhiyang followed closely behind, and then he beckoned, and a camera car drove from about 200 meters to the front, and two reporters and a man with huge photographic equipment got out of the car.

"Brother Beiran, why don't you just be here?"

Wang Beiran nodded, enduring the extreme discomfort in his heart. After performing a double play from Jia Zhengdao's house that day, agreeing to agree with his policy of exterminating the Aliens, and agreeing to be the representative of the Chinese region of the soon-to-be-established Global Alien Alliance, Wang Beiran's first task was to return to the former Qixuan Pavilion site and be interviewed by a television station to tell the public about the dangers of the M-2 virus and the heavy losses of Unit 001. He called on the surviving "infected personnel" to cooperate with the government, and asked the surviving members of Unit 001 to report to the new base.

"Hello audience and friends, we are now in the pre-disaster station of the 001 Special Force, as you can see, this place has now become a pile of ruins, and then we have asked Mr. Wang Beiran, the commander of the 001 Special Force, to introduce to us the origin of the incident and the current situation. Chief Wang, please speak. ”

Facing the microphone handed over by the reporter, Wang Beiran's brain was blank in the first two seconds, and he knew that many of his comrades-in-arms, colleagues and friends were now watching him by the screen. He really wanted to scream at the camera, accusing the damned global coalition of nations for carrying out a horrific massacre, leaving many innocent fighters scattered without knowing what to do, and scolding these cowardly rulers for making such a decision that was inhumane and bottomless because they were afraid that their position would be unstable.

But he didn't dare, otherwise not only him, but even Jia Zhengdao's life would be difficult to protect, so he knew that if he wanted to protect himself and his friends, he had to continue acting now, and then again, he also wanted to know very much what was sacred and what method he used, so that Jia Zhengdao, who had always been afraid of heaven and earth, could only live with his tail between his legs and laughing.

"Obviously, the M-2 virus is more harmful than we expected, and my fighters contracted it during a top-secret mission, but we didn't take it to heart at first, because we felt that some small viruses were not to be afraid compared to everyone's steely bodies, and it turned out that we were too optimistic. The mechanism of the M-2 virus is very complex, and it is difficult to judge the logic of its infection, and what is even more terrifying is that its infection rate is very alarming. ”

Wang Beiran's tone was low, Han Chao, Agni, Hei Tie and others were also staring at the TV at this time, and when they heard Wang Beiran's words, Falcon and Bai He's eyes widened in surprise.

"He can't be a master", Hakuzuru opened his beautiful eyes wide, and his tone was full of disbelief.

"In order to prevent the spread of the virus, we carried out a concentrated attack on the infected area with a heavy heart, and many of my colleagues, many lovely fighters sacrificed their ...... for this"

Speaking of this, Wang Beiran's eyes were red, he finally didn't restrain himself, these tears didn't seem to be fake, and the photographer who followed the reporter naturally wouldn't forget this news point worthy of special mention.

"I appeal to all the surviving fighters infected with the M-2 virus not to resent the government, because the reason why this decision was made is for the safety of more people and the stability of the whole society. I appeal to those who have survived the M-2 virus to come to the new Qixuan Pavilion address as soon as possible and receive the latest treatment. All the comrades-in-arms of Unit 001, who are not infected, please do not question the decisions of the country and the government, and devote themselves to training and new tasks as soon as possible. I am Wang Beiran, the supreme commander of the 001 Special Force. ”

After Wang Beiran finished speaking, he waved his hand to the photographer who was still following him, meaning that he should hurry up and go to other things, and then highlight a few breaths to calm his mood.

"Brother Beiran has worked hard" Guan Zhiyang hugged Wang Beiran, and the forbearant smile on his face showed that he was very satisfied with Wang Beiran's speech.