The conference room was silent.

Pairs of eyes with different looks shot at the man who got up from the conference table.

Director Feng's face was stunned at first, then turned into anger, and then there was a hint of vigilance in his eyes.

Returning to the ruins is the opposite.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and a subtle hint of killing intent flashed in his pupils.

He recognized the face.

That man's name was Malik, the captain of the Desert Scorpion Special Forces, who had been suspended for investigation months earlier due to the failure of the operation and the heavy losses it caused.

Just in time for the Enlightenment Society to enter a "business contraction period", there is no need for foreign military operations, so the Desert Scorpion Special Forces have not been rebuilt, and this person has been on standby in Vault 13.

If it weren't for the fact that the high-level androids parachuted into the Celestial Organization were taking more and more of the power that belonged to him, so that there were not many people at his disposal, otherwise he would not have been able to promote this guy.

Guixu didn't expect that the dog he had promoted would suddenly go crazy and bite himself.

There was no need to wait for him to attack, the representative of the celestial people had already stood up with a black face.

"What do you mean?"

A pair of electronic eyes flashed a terrifying red.

The android codenamed "Tianlei" stared intently at "Marik", unabashedly with his explicit killing intent.

Facing the sight full of murderous intent, Zhuang Lan, who was disguised as Malik, did not panic in the slightest.

This emotionless iron bump, I'm afraid that only this killing intent is the most real thing.

She had no doubts.

After these guys take over the whole world, they will immediately turn their guns and continue the purification in a more thorough way, until there is no heresy left in their eyes.

Without answering the android's question, Zhuang Lan didn't even look at him, just glanced around at the surprised faces on the conference table, and said in a calm tone.

"You've been locked down here for so long that you don't know what's going on outside."

"Just a few months ago, the Coalition had seized control of the USS Orion missile cruiser, and 100,000 neutron torpedoes were already under the control of the survivors."

"It's game over."

"Outside the gates of the vault are united survivors, and no matter which direction you attack, you will be surrounded from all sides at the first opportunity."

"Heavenly punishment may befall you, but it will never come upon anyone but you—"

"Shut up!"

A hysterical rant interrupted her voice.

Zhuang Lan looked at the person, and saw that Director Feng of Vault 13 was panting, staring at him with bloodshot pupils.

It was a look of hatred in the bones.

It's as if she wants to cramp and skin the skin of the skin that belongs to "Marik".

didn't wait for Guiru and Apocalypse to come out to speak, but he was blown up like a cat with its tail stepped on.

"That's nonsense! The Orion is the legacy of the Aerospace Forces, and even if those who survive climb up by luck, it is impossible for them to get permission to drive! Not to mention, that starship is already in our hands, and they don't have a chance to get close! ”

The hysterical rant smacked of incoherence, but the basic logic was there.

The survivors sitting at the conference table exchanged glances, and the panic that had been written in their eyes faded a little.

Indeed—

The Orion is a warship of the People's Union Aerospace Force.

Even if the People's Federation no longer exists, it is impossible for a few scavengers to go up and pick up this garbage.

The Lagrange Point Station is still operational.

Only regimes recognized by the Aerospace Forces can legitimately inherit the legacies that once belonged to the People's Federation.

The wastelanders living outside the vault are nothing more than usurpers.

Looking at the whispering shelter residents, as well as the hysterical director, Zhuang Lan's eyes carried a trace of pity and a trace of disdain.

These guys have long forgotten their oaths.

The reason why they were born in a paradise like the refuge was never because of any natural right, but because 200 years ago, a group of nobler people chose to face hell and left the hope of living to them in the refuge.

Their fathers had solemnly promised to carry on with the souls of those who had died, to rebuild their homes in the barren wasteland, and to regard the children living in hell as their own.

And at this moment, their children have undoubtedly betrayed their father's oath.

Their solution to the problem is to kill the problem along with the person who has it.

Perhaps—

The suffering they endured is also part of the retribution.

It's just like the light on them.

Both exist at the same time.

Zhuang Lan's heart gradually floated a trace of enlightenment, and finally completely understood why that person lent her freedom.

It was indeed a redemption that only she, or the inhabitants of the Vault, could accomplish.

Her parched lips moved, and she spoke slowly.

“…… This is true, and it happened months ago. ”

Watching that hysterical face gradually become infected with fear and despair, Zhuang Lan continued in a calm voice.

"A few months ago, I was puzzled as to why the Orion was open to the wastelanders, to the civilians...... But now, I no longer have the slightest confusion in my heart, and their choice is the right choice. ”

The air was quiet as if it had frozen.

Director Feng looked at her in despair, and then cast his struggling gaze on the ruins, trying to get an answer.

The look in his eyes was like saying, "Tell me it's not true." ”

The latter sighed with a nerve-wracking expression, and was about to say something, but was stopped by the eyes of the heavens.

It's no longer necessary.

In fact, there is no need for "Marik" to come out and find out, as early as a few months ago, there were rumors that the Orion had fallen, and now at most it has pierced this layer of window paper.

Zhuang Lan glanced at the sneering Guiru, and then at the bionic representatives who looked at him with cold eyes, and immediately understood what they meant.

They weren't going to do it anymore, and they were long before the meeting began.

Truly.

With the current power of the Enlightenment and the Celestials gathered in Vault 13, although it is not enough to fight against the survivor forces on the surface, it is not a problem to clean up the dishonest residents of the Vault.

The undisguised expression was almost obvious-

You say whatever you want.

Lao Tzu has a showdown.

Anyway—

This scene was originally played to the end.

Without piercing their faces, Zhuang Lan turned his gaze back to Director Feng and the few shelter residents who were still sitting next to him, and said in a cold voice.

"You hope that a group of executioners will kill all those who oppose you, and those who disagree with you, and then pretend that nothing happens, and the existing problems will be solved, and a beautiful utopia will come automatically—"

"What a childish delusion."

"Where did you get the confidence that a knife that had been stained with human blood since its birth would suddenly be taken to peel fruit one day in the future? Where do you get the confidence that you are the lucky ones who are not the new ones? ”

"Reckoning will come soon, whether it's the space station at the Lagrange point, or here."

"Wake up, this is your last chance."

After saying the last sentence, Zhuang Lan stopped talking and left time to the people sitting at the conference table.

However, the result was regrettable.

Even when she had reached the end of her fate, she didn't see anyone standing up to repent of her momentary confusion, or say a word for her.

It's not that they can't really wake up, it's that they don't want to wake up.

This is the so-called noble bloodline that has been shaded by the afterglow of their fathers and has been living in the wasteland for a long time.

They would rather bear the cost of their mistakes than admit their mistakes.

Looking at the pair of dodging sights, as well as the director of the shelter who seemed to have lost his soul, Zhuang Lan's eyes finally brought complete disappointment.

And at this moment, applause suddenly rang out in the silent conference room.

The snapping applause was crisp, not like a slap on the hand, but like a slap on the face.

Zhuang Lan followed the sound and looked, but saw that the person was not any of the survivors present, but the apocalypse who had been watching coldly all along.

"Well said, but meaningless."

Seeing that a pair of eyes looked over, he smiled coldly, put down his clapping hand, and no longer concealed the chill in his scarlet eyes that penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

"I think the same as you, these guys living in the vault don't deserve to call themselves the heirs of the Age of Prosperity, they have been waiting for us to give them victory from beginning to end, and want me to say ...... They're not even as good as the wastelanders out there. ”

"You, how can you say that about us." Director Feng stared at it with wide eyes, a hint of fear imprinted in his pupils.

And the moment he opened his mouth to speak, "Bang! A loud bang pierced the board of the conference table and hit him in the knee.

Feng Zhiheng, who lost his balance, instantly slammed his head on the table, curled up on the ground with a painful and distorted expression, and half of his pants were instantly stained red with blood.

That shot probably pierced the artery.

Looking at the director who was shot and fell to the ground, there was an uproar in the conference room, and even Guiru, who was ready to turn his face, showed a stunned expression, but he didn't expect the celestial side to be so decisive.

The man who shot was a droid security guard standing at the door of the conference room.

After firing a shot, he immediately struck the butt of his rifle with his backhand, knocking the stunned human colleague to the ground, and confiscating the latter's weapon.

Then he aimed at Zhuang Lan who was standing in place non-stop, and when he waited for the apocalypse to give an order, he did not hesitate to pull the trigger and beat it into a sieve and send it away.

In previous security process upgrades, the Enlightenment had already secured access to Vault 13's security system and placed it under the control of the Lagrange Point station.

And that's why Guiru didn't take the director of the shelter seriously-

That guy's mutilated authority to manage is just a nuisance for the Enlightenment.

"Who allowed you to stand and talk to me, bedbug."

Looking down at Director Feng, who was kneeling down under the conference table and struggling in pain, the corners of Apocalypse's mouth curled up with a sneer, and the restless intellectual plug-in finally felt a little quieter.

Sure enough—

A dead organism is a good organism.

Their only use is to turn into turbid organic veins, which are used to supply the raw materials necessary for flexible components.

Although the pursuit of advanced evolution was his life's desire and even the Torch Church's lifelong pursuit, seeing this ugly appearance, he suddenly didn't want to return to his flesh and blood so much.

In fact, they have already completed their advanced evolution.

The current one is the best.

Feeling the killing intent permeating everywhere, Guiru suddenly felt a little chill in his neck.

To hide his embarrassment, he coughed lightly and stood up, straightened his collar with both hands, and looked at the survivors who were shivering and cowering in the corner.

"Okay, I wanted to talk to you politely...... You have to force me. ”

Leaving this sentence behind, he walked leisurely to the side of "Malik" and looked him up and down with his eyes.

"You're not Malik...... Let me guess who you are. ”

Zhuang Lan sneered and said in a cold voice.

"Don't guess, my name is Zhuang Lan and I'm from Vault 68."

A stunned expression appeared on Guiru's face.

"Zhuang Lan ......"

This name, he was a little familiar, and after thinking about it for a long time, he finally remembered who this guy was.

It was the spy he sent to Vault 0 to steal the original of Project Torch, a clown who had messed things up.

This guy didn't kill the key guy, only an inconsequential Willant officer.

Later, this guy was caught by the Alliance, and he thought she was dead, but he didn't expect to be alive.

Looking at the unexpected acquaintance in front of him, Gui Ruin couldn't help laughing.

"I see, the alliance didn't execute you, hahaha...... But then again, how did you become like this? ”

Looking at the president who was laughing insolently, Zhuang Lan also replied with a smile.

"Isn't disguise and disguise your best tricks, how can you use the same trick on yourself and you can't see it?"

Guiru's smile turned cold.

"Is this a hologram?"

"Yes."

Zhuang Lan simply nodded in acknowledgement, and then stopped acting, and withdrew the optical camouflage on his body.

"But not all."

She did do a full set of modification surgeries, and even put on organs that she didn't have in the first place.

As for the holographic disguise, something else is hidden -

Pale blue ripples rippled in all directions.

In the circle of transparent ripples, a silver-gray exoskeleton instantly appeared.

The moment he saw this exoskeleton, Guiru's smile suddenly froze on his face.

How did this thing fit into the venue?

Could it be—

She still has an internal response?!

But even if there is an internal response, how did this guy hide from the android?!

didn't give him time to think, Zhuang Lan had already grabbed his neck with one hand, and picked up this guy who was hiding behind the curtain and pretending to be a ghost like a chicken.

"I'll never forget what happened in Vault 68 that day, and what you did to trick us into trust. If it weren't for the big picture, I would have killed you a long time ago. ”

The killing intent that penetrated deep into the bone marrow penetrated through the tactical helmet, and her right hand was slightly forced.

"Go to hell and repent, scum."

It happened so suddenly that no one reacted.

Gui Ruin looked at the celestial allies for help, but the latter looked at this side indifferently, his cold eyes as if admiring two crickets biting each other.

He was utterly hopeless.

From beginning to end, these guys are just taking advantage of them.

Of course, there seems to be nothing to reproach in this either.

The union between the Enlightenment Society and the Celestials is itself a mutual use, and he had the same idea when he first came into contact with the Celestials, and even thought about when to kick away these iron lumps.

It's just that what he didn't expect was that this game was not over yet, and he had lost its value in their eyes......

They don't need him anymore.

Lost in his heart, his heart was dead to ashes, and in the pain of suffocation, the remaining consciousness slowly sank into the bottomless sea......

Zhuang Lan didn't kill him, but just knocked him unconscious, and at the same time implanted a nano-sized transmitter on him to ensure that this guy could be found if he fled to the ends of the earth.

This guy is not only her enemy, but also one of the first war criminals who caused the whole crisis.

It's too cheap to die here.

He was supposed to be tried in court and then hanged on the stake of shame.

Apocalypse apparently saw that he wasn't dead.

However, he didn't show much concern about the life or death of an organism that had lost its use value, and just looked at Zhuang Lan who was facing him and teased coldly.

"What, you want to take him hostage?"

"I've never thought of it that way, and it doesn't mean anything to you."

Moving her neck, she removed the two scimitars attached to her exoskeleton.

It was a battle knife made of pottery steel, more than enough to deal with a few iron bumps.

"Let's make a break, human-like tin can, let me see how many pounds of rust you have in your head."

"Hehe, I've been waiting for you for a long time, organism."

A cruel smile appeared on Apocalypse's face, and a torch-like killing intent emanated from his scarlet pupils.

"Kill her!"

The gunfire rang out instantly, and the bullets fired rushed towards Zhuang Lan like a torrential rain.

In a flash of lightning, she flipped over from the conference table, picked up a chair with the back of her curved knife, and slammed it into the doorway.

The chair over there hit the rifle in the self-defense man's hand impartially, and the sudden burst of gunfire instantly swept uncontrollably towards the corner of the conference room.

"Ah——!h

Screams and howls followed, and the participants who crouched with their heads in their hands curled up even shorter, eager to shove themselves into the cracks in the wall.

No one cares about the ruins that have passed out in the corner.

Both the residents of Vault 13 and the residents of the Alien Vault who joined the Enlightenment Society have become ants on a hot pot at the moment.

At the same time, Zhuang Lan, who was stabilizing his body on the other side of the conference table, raised his hand and slashed the android who was trying to pull out the gun from his arms, and then let go of the knife handle, snatched the pistol that had been half exposed from his arms from a string of jumping electric sparks, and directly emptied the magazine in the direction of the door of the conference room!

"Bang bang bang!"

The android security guard, who had just stabilized his body, was shot ten times in the chest, and the control element was smashed to pieces along with the metal cover, and he fell to the ground without saying a word.

The magazine was not replaced.

Zhuang Lan threw the pistol back into the arms of the android who had been chopped through the chest, pulled out the scimitar stuck in its chest, and then shot a sharp gaze at the apocalypse.

The latter still looked at her indifferently, his sneering expression not the slightest bit worried.

"It's a good skill, but it's a pity that it's meaningless, can you still turn the world on your own?"

Dense footsteps resounded in the hallway, getting closer and closer to the door of the conference room.

A large number of bodyguards are coming this way.

They're all android soldiers authorized by the Lagrange Point space station!

Shaking the two scimitars in his hand, Zhuang Lan returned a similar sneer through the tactical helmet of the exoskeleton.

"Who told you I was the only one?"