A total of twenty-six people gathered quickly from all directions. Their speed was astonishingly fast, far exceeding Ye Xiangyang's imagination.

"Who are these guys?"

"What do they want?"

The speed of thinking changes is much faster than the body's reaction, but even so, Ye Xiangyang still had instinctive fear - he is a third-level strengthened person and has also been on the battlefield. He knows very well what the real threat is. These people's running speed is far more than themselves. The two missiles before were obviously just disguised. The purpose is to create opportunities for these people to get close to off-road vehicles. Because when subjective consciousness is too concentrated on an object or object, new targets approaching from other directions will always be ignored. Although the time for slow thinking is only a few seconds, for humans who have received reinforcement and transformation, it is enough to break through the "long" distance in the concept of ordinary people.

Those who followed Ye Xiangyang out were all his confidants. These people were carefully selected soldiers, with rich combat experience, and through Sun Zhan's relationship, they also obtained higher enhancement potions than officers of the same level. They immediately re-adjusted their weapons and pointed their muzzles at these strangers who rushed over with missile debris.

A sergeant standing next to Ye Xiangyang had just raised his gun and prepared to shoot. A dull gunshot sound came from a distance. The sergeant didn't even have a chance to scream, but was hit on the forehead by a sniper warhead with a huge impact, and his entire head suddenly exploded into a cloud of blood mist.

In another car, the soldier operating a heavy machine gun fell from the gun seat. He was hit by two large-caliber machine cannon bullets, and his entire chest was shattered. The terrible force lifted him up high. Although his body was kept intact, he lost all parts from his chest to the middle of his right hip.

The attackers were astonishingly fast. They cleverly used various terrain and obstacles as cover to quickly approach the convoy. The original hiding location of these people should be hundreds of meters away from the convoy. They started to attack when Ye Xiangyang and others discovered the missile. These entering the range of consciousness detection are only part of them. In a further and more hidden place, there must be snipers acting as cover forces.

No one shot in the convoy. It was not that Ye Xiangyang and others had already lowered their resistance and were waiting to be captured, but that they were unable to fight. No matter who pointed the gun at the assaulter, it would attract shooting from afar. The hidden shooters aimed very accurately, and the lethality of the large-caliber bullets was amazing. After several companions were shot on the spot, everyone lost the idea of ​​resisting. They stood blankly, watching the attacker approaching the off-road vehicle at a loss until they could see the other party's face clearly.

It felt bad to be pointed at the head by the gun. There were three other survivors, including Ye Xiangyang. They were quickly disarmed by the attackers who rushed to the front, pointed the gun at the back of the head, left the off-road vehicle, and walked to a mound under the pedestal of the road.

No one spoke, and the attacker silently stared at his prey. It was only at this time that Ye Xiangyang woke up from his panic and saw clearly these mysterious opponents who attacked him.

They all wore standard combat uniforms, their eyes full of indifference and murderous intent.

Ye Xiangyang's eyes soon fell on the armband of an attacker. Suddenly, he seemed to have seen a ghost in broad daylight, and howled in horror.

"Third, the 11th Independent Force? You, are you actually the members of the 11th Independent Force? Are Su Hao's subordinates? He ordered you to do this?"

"I answered correctly. But it's a pity that there are no certificates and no prizes."

The attacker and the captives turned their heads at the same time, looking northward. Less than fifty meters away, Su Hao walked towards this side with several guards. His appearance seemed younger than when he met last time, but he exuded a calm and composed demeanor. Although his handsome appearance was asymmetrical to the rank of brigadier general, it became more and more mysterious.

The scene was dead silent.

Ye Xiangyang is not a military chief, there are only a few confidants around him who can act as guards. Last time at the U Division Command, these people had seen Su Hao, and even personally felt Su Hao's strength. The battle time just now was very short, but it was very telling the problem--the attackers were astonishingly fast and their strength was far beyond the limit of the third-level enhancement. Obviously, they had a higher level of enhancement than themselves. Maybe it was level 4, or even level 5.

In front of such a terrible opponent, I have no chance to win.

Looking at Su Hao standing in front of him, the fear and hatred in Ye Xiangyang's eyes became deeper and deeper.

They are all human beings, this guy named Su Hao is obviously much younger than me. There are so many dazzling halos on his head: the commander of the Independent Forces, the Brigadier General, the researcher of the Academy of Sciences... His name is often mentioned by generals and is often placed at military meetings as the subject of discussion. He has tens of thousands of supporters and even a base under construction.

And what about me?

In contrast, I have nothing. I have to rely on big people to get more. I have to bow down and betray my dignity to exchange my chances for climbing up.

That's right, I'm indeed a dog under Sun Zhan.

However, dogs also have the dignity of dogs, their patience and flattery are just to become stronger tigers one day, and to command more dogs with power and power.

Ye Xiangyang did not think Su Hao would let him go. Although the other party did not make any clear statement or any statement, the situation was obvious. He would not set up an ambush in the place for nothing. Since he was caught, the ending would definitely be death. Even if he had a very small possibility of living, he would never let me live.

"I, I've fought with you———"

Ye Xiangyang roared and his whole body rushed towards him like a cannonball. He clenched his fists, tightened the muscles all over his body, and smashed him hard towards Su Hao with the greatest power that the third-level strengthening person could release.

The fist did not hit the target as I imagined. Just as the joints at the end of the fist were about to approach Su Hao's body, his figure had already dodged like a ghost, grabbed Ye Xiangyang's arm from the side, dragging it over from the horizontal. The powerful momentum of explosive force made Ye Xiangyang unable to dodge, and could only roll to the ground with Su Hao's power. Before he could react, his throat was locked firmly by one hand and he could not breathe at all. Although Ye Xiangyang struggled desperately, he could not break free from Su Hao's control.

He felt his throat being penetrated by the other party's fingers, and a lot of blood flowed out of the hole. Ye Xiangyang's face turned pale and his body trembled violently. Until he died of breath, he still opened his eyes wide, and the image of Su Hao was clearly retained in his pupils.

Rubbing bloody hands on the corpse, Su Hao stood up straight and looked at the sun gradually sinking towards the horizon in the distance.

He originally didn't want to kill Ye Xiangyang. Doing so would undoubtedly aggravate the military's disgust towards the 11th Independent Force and himself.

Neither the military headquarters nor Sun Zhan can obtain any evidence. But many things in the world do not need to be proved at all. They know that they did it themselves, Sun Zhan will take revenge, Zhao Zhikai will get angry, and Yuan Zhicheng also has more excuses to target himself.

But so what?

My situation is already bad enough. I lack food, resources, and not enough raw materials, and I cannot get support from friendly and neighboring troops.

Well, all this was my own question. But the more this happens, the more Su Hao feels that this is the real value of his time and space. He is changing this world. The actual construction time of Guiyang in the future is decades later. Due to the suppression of the military headquarters, Wang Qinian's life is much harder than now. The 71st Army stationed in the southwest was transferred to the eastern front, and suffered heavy casualties in a large-scale battle. Xu Renjie himself also died on the spot.

No one knows that the world is changing. Even if Su Hao bows to the military headquarters and executes orders seriously, he still has to face the infiltration from Sun Zhan, faces Yuan Zhicheng's conspiracy, and solves various problems and troubles. Those people will not be kind because you are obedient. They are just a group of vicious monsters who are unwilling to let go of their bones. Just like in peacetime merchants bribing officials with huge sums of money, wanting to get a development opportunity, but the other party collects money, but asks you to send your wife to the bed. After eating and having enough fun, they casually use a project to dismiss you at will.

Since sheep will be eaten by others, I simply take off the sheepskin, sharpen my teeth, and hold those bastards like wolves. They are actually the most despicable people born to be afraid of viciousness and toughness, and will only bully weak opponents. Anyway, I have done things, just give me enough time to solve various problems step by step. By this time next year, I will no longer have to be afraid of any damn military headquarters.

As the violent flames deep in his heart gradually faded away, the chaotic thoughts were also cleared, Su Hao's tense body slowly became calmer and his body temperature began to drop.

Zhang Nanyi glanced at the controlled prisoners, walked to Su Hao, and asked respectfully: "Your Excellency, what should these people do?"

Su Hao raised his head slightly, stared at the sky that was getting brighter and brighter in the distance, like blood, slowly raised his right arm and waved his hand casually.

"Kill them all. Make the bodies more eye-catching so that the Air Force can discover them as soon as possible. In addition, clear all traces that may reveal our identity, and leave no flaws."

Beijing No. 1 Base, Comprehensive Administrative Headquarters.

The young and beautiful female secretary sat behind the reception desk outside the office, looking at the watch uneasy, her face carefully drawn with various cosmetics was slightly nervous and a faint fear.

At 9:46 am, the Air Force sent an emergency communication. The Executive Minister Sun Zhan received it on his private channel. Now, it was already 3:11 pm. There was no movement in the minister's office, nor did he issue any orders, and there was a silence inside.

This is not normal.

Usually, the general has to accompany the gym to exercise every day. The gym is connected to the office, and there is only one door in and out. Sun Zhan’s exercise time is fixed from 10 am to 11 pm and 2 pm to 3 pm. He is a conservative person, and he never misses the time and rarely changes his habits because of something.

General...what exactly is he?

In peacetime, in the eyes of ordinary people, houses with a floor height of more than five meters are undoubtedly difficult to see, and are far away from themselves. That means astronomical money, which means a status that must be fought for a lifetime and cannot be compared. In that era, there were many things that ordinary people looked up to. Especially those who had low incomes and could only rely on government subsistence allowances to live. They did not expect that a large house or a small house could be satisfied with.

Ninety percent of the functional buildings of Jing-1 base are located underground. Despite mastering the special technology of automatic excavator, it is still difficult to set up underground spaces. Because this is not just as simple as digging out soil stones from the ground. The walls that make up the house must be strong enough, the basic structure between buildings must be based on earthquake resistance, and the damaged rock layer must be filled with extremely high density special cement, and a series of complex external treatments such as anti-seepage, waterproofing, and corrosion protection. Under various "must" restrictions, the construction cost of underground bases is extremely high, and the difficulty is far greater than similar houses built on the ground. However, in the current chaotic situation, only these underground residential areas that began to be built before the war are the real safe residences for humans.

Sun Zhan’s office is tall and spacious, which is exactly in line with his identity as a general.

This approach must be too wasteful. However, not only Sun Zhan, the rooms of other senior officers are similar to this. They do not think that there is anything wrong with this, nor do they think that this is a barbaric robbery of the interests of others. As the high-ranking officials and nobles often say in peacetime: "I have worked hard all my life, and I have paid so much for the country and the people, and it is also worthwhile to enjoy luxury."

The light in the office is very dark, and the dome's blazing lights are only turned on to the illumination of "". This illumination is divided into 15 levels in total. The higher the light, the greater the light intensity. The highest intensity is "15", which is equivalent to the simulated environment where the sun has the strongest light without clouds and any occlusion. Light like the ones that are only opened to the illumination of "" are usually only used as a setting for bedside lamps at night.

Sun Zhan stared at the blue screen rising directly in front of the desk, crossed his hands and elbows on the table. He didn't say a word. Whenever the screen screen automatically changed, he could see the hatred and coldness released from behind the presbyopia lenses in a brief moment when light and light and dark alternated.

The picture was teleported from the Air Force this morning. Since tactics such as large-scale ground bombing cannot be used, the Air Force is currently in the reduction stage. Their mission is only responsible for reconnaissance, surveillance, and limited tactical support. Due to the limitations of the actual environment and the situation, surveillance becomes increasingly important in various tasks.

On a wasteland covered by morning light, several triangular wooden shelves stood. On the wooden shelves were lying a few corpses in standard military uniforms. They spread their hands and tried their best to show every part of their bodies to the sky.

As for administrative affairs, Sun Zhan is a qualified general. He clearly remembers the appearance and name of each subordinate, including military rank, personal preferences, family situation and other information. This powerful memory makes Sun Zhan deeply loved and loved by the subordinate officers in this system. This is also a common sense. When a big man who must look up comes to him, calls out your name affectionately, and asks about his family and work with caring words, most people will feel warm and develop ideas such as "a scholar dies for his confidant."

A piece of wood penetrated Ye Xiangyang's anus and inserted it diagonally on the ground, forming an angle of about forty-five degrees with the corpse. Two other slightly longer sticks supported his shoulders so that it would not fall down. Both hands were firmly tied from the wrist by an iron wire, stretched flat along both sides of his shoulders, and spread them flat on his chest with tension. The plane took pictures of every angle of the corpse from the air. He died miserably, and the broken throat was clearly visible, and there were even several rotten insects wandering around. Ye Xiangyang's face was very ferocious, completely twisted by anger and fear, his eyes were wide open, and he felt a little uneasy to die.

For several hours, Sun Zhan stayed in the office to read these pictures. He didn't feel hungry or thirsty at all. The nerves dominated by hatred and rage had already become numb, completely suppressing the needs of other organs in the body.

I'm afraid only the old man can understand Sun Zhan's thoughts at this moment. He has no son, and Sun Weiyi used to be regarded as a son by Sun Zhan. After being killed by Su Hao, this residual sustenance of family affection was gradually transferred to Ye Xiangyang by Sun Zhan. Of course, there is no blood relationship between the two, but Ye Xiangyang always smiles and is very respectful to Sun Zhan. A young man who is similar to his son and is also very obedient whenever he sees him, Sun Zhan will unconsciously overlap him with his son in the photo.

However, he was still dead. The body was thrown into the wild and placed in the shape of a deliberate demonstration.

Under the light of the screen, Sun Zhan's face became more and more distorted. His eyes were red, he stared at the screen, his teeth became tighter and tighter, and dense blood vessels burst out on both sides of his forehead.

This wild and fierce movement consumes physical strength sharply, which is completely different from physical exhaustion in battle. Sun Zhan only felt that there was something indescribable away from him. He tried hard to reach out his hand, but could not grasp it. It was so warm and precious that he would rather give everything to exchange it with it. However, it was still physical, as illusory as air. It kept shaking in front of him, his eyes were full of respect and reluctance, and his enthusiasm that he had not experienced for many years. However, whenever he reached out to grab it, he could only feel the biting cold and the airflow passing through his fingers.

"Son, son, son————"

Tears flowed out of Sun Zhan's turbid eyes and cried in great pain. He kept hitting the table with his head, making a dull and empty sound.
Chapter completed!