The roar of the building collapsed, and the brown floor-to-ceiling windows, which were more than a dozen kilometers away, trembled.

Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking at the dust rising from a dozen kilometers away, Wan Peng couldn't speak for a long time.

After a long time, he sighed.

"That is the electromagnetic gun of nac?"

With just one shot, you can have such a power.

I am afraid that the wall of this safe street, in front of that giant cannon, can not support a few rounds.

While screaming for the unfortunate egg of nac, Wan Peng took out the walkie-talkie from the drawer and called his assistant up.

Soon, the office door was pushed open.

The woman in a black suit walked to Wan Peng’s desk and bowed slightly, respectfully.

"Manager, are you looking for me?"

Looking at the assistant lady, Wan Peng asked.

"Is there any news on the black man?"

The black man is a special unit that he secretly cultivated ten years ago. He is directly loyal to his Wan Peng himself, independent of the Sunday club.

The significance of the existence of this force at the beginning was only to search for pre-war facilities for him, and to deal with some problems that were inconveniently entrusted to mercenaries and lone travelers. After the establishment of the Shangyu Survivors Alliance, no murders were allowed within the Third Ring Road. Many unspeakable activities were transferred from the plain to the back. This special force was used as a semi-killer and semi-intelligence organization. .

Black suits, optical invisible, carbon nano body armor, and a handful of pk2000 pan-Asian cooperative rifles, dozens of people, but comparable to the combat power of hundreds of people. In this place in Shangjing City, even the people of the militia group had to let him three points. The reason for more than half was because of this.

Even Ding Liwei, the head of the militia group, was jealous of this trump card in his hand.

"There is no news yet." Miss Assistant shook her head and said in a good voice, "If there is progress, I will inform you as soon as possible."

"How is it so slow." Wan Peng frowned.

If it was before, at this time they have already stood in front of themselves and regained their lives. How can they not even have a message like this?

Last time, it was said that the old Luo was blocked in the corner, but it was still run away by others.

Thinking of this, Wan Peng snorted.

This black man is just changing his instructor. It is almost more and more waste. All kinds of resources are waiting for the whole day, but the skills of the hands are slack.

"Let Lu Sen come to see me," looked at his assistant lady, Wan Peng said poorly.

"Yes." Miss Assistant quickly bowed her head.

Intuition told her that the manager was in a bad mood at the moment.

Did not stop, with the boss's orders, she rushed to the door.

The assistant lady guessed it right, Wan Peng’s mood at the moment was really not so good.

But fortunately, his mood is just not so wonderful.

If you let him know, the ten men who were sent to recover the id card were dead, and they had caused a big trouble before they died. I don’t know if he would scream. .

Soon, the door pushed open again.

"Boss," looked in with a stunned look, Lu Sen hesitated, and asked, "Look for me?"

Wan Peng smiled and leaned back in the chair, looking at Lu Sen.

"Come to me and tell me, how do you bring me all day long?"

Lu Sen was sweating and he couldn’t speak.

"This, this..."

"The last time I caught the old Luo, you said that the equipment is not good. This time, I caught the unnamed survivor leader. I also used a carbon nano armor jacket with optical invisibility. I have no news yet." Wan Peng laughs. I laughed and tilted my leg to the table. "Come and tell me what is the situation."

"This, boss, they are silent in the mission, I don't know what is going on there. I promise you, I will report to you when they come back."

“Reporting? Oh!”

Wan Peng's eyebrows were picked, and the anger in his heart was brewing almost. He was just preparing to swear.

Suddenly, a burst of violent jitter was uploaded from the floor.

The cup on the desk was overturned, and the hot water splashed directly. Cooperating with the violent shaking of the floor, Wan Peng subconsciously wants to hide, and when he is too late, he leans over in the chair.

"Boss, you are careful!"

Lu Sen’s eyes were fast, and he was busy with the first two steps, and he helped the boss.

"Ah! Holding Nima's," was splashed on the trousers, and Wanpeng grinned and grabbed Lu Sen's arm. He climbed up from the ground and screamed with anger. "What is this special?" The people downstairs are making some planes."

The jitter is getting stronger and stronger. Just like the June 7 earthquake, even the entire Pan-Asian building is shaken.

Suddenly, Wan Peng’s face suddenly changed.

Not what the people downstairs are doing.

It is the entire Ping An Street that is in shock!

“Is it?” Wan Peng’s heart raised a bad feeling.

earthquake? Totally impossible! Shangjing City is not in the earthquake zone!

At this moment, he suddenly remembered that ten years ago, when he and Ding Liwei colluded to bomb the line 35, it seems that something similar happened...

This time his face changed completely.

It seems to confirm his guess.

Directly opposite the window, at the south gate of Ping'an Street, in the center of the slum, a large piece of land was arched half a meter, the cement road was broken, and then it fell back down. A layer of shock waves, swaying outward from the center of the previous arch, swept away in the direction of the giant wall.

Swept by the shock wave, the shack of the slum, like a boat standing on the apex, began to collapse in the direction of the shock wave sweeping.

If it is only half a slum, it is not enough to make Wan Peng feel bad.

Those refugees are like wild grasses, and it’s not enough to die.

What really made Wan Peng start to panic was that he stood on the Pan-Asian building and could clearly see that when the shock wave spread to the south gate of the giant wall, the entire surface of the south gate collapsed several meters. .

The towering wall, a corner has already fallen, and in the dust, slowly collapsed outward...

The entire southern part of Ping An Street was turned into hell.

At the same time, hundreds of meters deep underground, standing on the turret of the tank, Yegor laughed.

The scars and wrinkles on his face were stirred up together, shaking and screaming, highlighting his excitement.

"Ha ha ha ha! Happy! Happy!"

The gust of wind coming from the subway crossing blew on his face, and even if it was a few kilometers away, he could still feel the burning in the air.

"General, the radiation index in the subway is rising!" From the tank next to him, Sminov screamed at the whistling wind and yelled to Yegor. "You still have to go back to the tank!"

To be honest, he was really afraid that his commander’s head would be burned out.

Although he also knows that this is impossible, with the injection of nano serum, this level of radiation is nothing at all.

"Haha, come well!"

"One tank of tanks is listening to me!" There was no concern about the rising radiation value. Yegor’s fist slammed on the turret, greeted the wind, and shouted at the headset. In front! Give me the throttle to the maximum! Ready to rush!"

After that, Yegor sat back in the tank and covered the top cover.

The snoring of the track rang, and under his leadership, a dozen tanks bearing the Soviet badges rushed along the subway line.

Only everyone did not notice, in the depths of the darkness, the unknown sinister is eager to move... (to be continued.)