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"Neil, are you sure you want to do this?" Radish head frowned and said seriously. "Basically, I am against you."

"Do you think I'm willing to use this kind of risky method? We don't have much time left, and the greater value of this planet will be known. There is really not much time left for us. Now we rely on the advantages of more information than them, but once they join in, our advantage is gone. Time! Before they get the real news, we build a fortress city and register those consortiums at the headquarters of the Human Alliance to pick peaches. If we build a fortress city after they get the news, there are millions of ways to block us. If we don't register for a day, we can become other people's peaches. Do you want to see that day?"

"Okay!" Luo Carrot's head and eyes were a little congested, obviously Neil's words stimulated him again. "I will do my best to do my own thing."

"" Neil patted Luo Carrot's shoulders. "With this fortress city, we have a stable source of economic resources. An economic resources that will not be deprived of by those people. At that time, we can start to plan to deal with them. I promised that you will gradually decline and be disgraced and those murderers will be left to you to deal with them."

"I know." Luo Cara head closed his eyes when he opened his eyes again. The red red eyes of anger had faded and became extremely cold.

"Okay, then the matter behind us is not harassed and attacked by other zombies is left to you and No. 2, the matter of building the fortress city is left to No. 5, 6, 7, and the matter of protecting the safety of the building is handed to No. 1, and I am responsible for cleaning up the high-end combat power in the target area. This time I bet on all my property, so we cannot fail!"

Neil divided the three thousand iron-blooded warriors to be responsible for the safety of the peripheral areas, and divided the three hundred to No. 1 to be responsible for the safety of the construction site. The remaining 2,500 iron-blooded warriors cooperated with 20,000 backbone warriors to carry 50,000 soldiers to clean up the zombie communities in the target area.

Watching Neil assembled troops to prepare for action, Luo Carrot Head also began to direct the troops assigned to him to clean up the vast area outside the building site. He was no longer the rookie in command. He was very clear about his mission. Although there seemed to be no threatening zombie communities outside the building site in the target area, if zombies entered the construction site, the loss would be a small delay for Neil and him. Therefore, every patrol force he sent was using the strong enough combat power of Europe to first patrol and collect all the surrounding three-dimensional images, and then he determined the defense method and focus based on the three-dimensional images.

Their work is responsible for building the city's defense wall of the fortress. Currently, only their location is under their own control. But this is not enough. In order to expand the control, we need to build more simple war fortresses and then connect the simple war fortress to be the outer defense wall of the future fortress city. The original design was not like this, but when we arrived at the target, we found that the previous design was not in line with the actual situation. Neil had to change the architectural design of the fortress city according to the actual combat situation. In the end, only the current design has the greatest chance of success. Another reason to choose this design is that cleaning the target area and building the city can be carried out at the same time, and it can also protect Neil's cleaning troops.

No. 1 commanded 100,000 backbone troops to protect the three floors inside and outside the building site. Behind their defense line were the 200,000 engineering robots and vehicles in all bases worked day and night. Their weapons remained in a state of shooting at any time. Any movement would be locked by countless weapons. Once a zombie appears, it would be attacked like raindrops. At present, as long as the defense line commanded by No. 1, which is entirely composed of the dominant tyrant, is almost impossible to break through.

"Target!" Neil waved a hand and a three-dimensional image appeared in front of him five meters high. All the soldiers of the Iron Warriors carried the warriors and looked at the three-dimensional image at the same time. "Task to clean up all the zombies in the target. The first to sixth groups followed me to clean up the zombies. The seventh group was responsible for the exterior wall of the building to prevent any zombies from sneak attacking or escaping through the exterior wall of the building. The eighth to fifteenth groups were responsible for blocking the periphery of the target while ensuring that they were not attacked by zombies from other places. Let's set off!"

After saying that, Neil shot out a simple version of the war fortress defense wall, and the troops behind him also followed him down the fortress defense wall and rushed towards the target.

Leading the team to rush into the target building Neil was not ready to hold back this time. As soon as he entered the building, a roaring bomb was thrown out. The roaring noise was generated when the roar bomb exploded. The zombies in the entire building rushed to the place where the noise was emitted. The zombies that were like dark clouds were pressed against each other and were hit by thousands of iron-blooded warriors as soon as they appeared. The zombies below the secondary tyrant were almost directly smashed by the weapons of the Iron-blooded warriors. Those who survived their first wave of attacks were the secondary tyrants, tyrants and masters.

After a few seconds, some powerful zombies were cut into pieces by Iron-Blooded Warriors more than ten times their number. Neil found the corpse nest when the zombies were blocked by Iron-Blooded Warriors and directly chopped them into powder. Some of the carrying soldiers behind rushed to burn the remains of the corpse tide. According to Neil's battle plan, he and the Iron-Blooded Warriors were responsible for cleaning up high-end force and corpse nests. The middle-end warriors were responsible for cleaning up the zombies under the high-end and burning corpse nests all over the main roots and roots of the building to ensure that no corpse nests rekindled.

The battle lasted only four or five hours. The zombies in the building were cleaned up. Only a few lonely corpse nests were waiting for their fate. A very complete building, Neil and the staunch warriors cleaned up in less than six hours. The entire cleaning speed was equivalent to the battle results of the three hundred thousand-person teams. After cleaning up the first target building, Neil checked the consumption of the troops and changed the tasks of each unit. This was to prevent the energy of the Iron-Defeater from being exhausted. In this way, the Iron-Defeater could continue to fight and save almost one-sixth of the time.

Neil's goal of cleaning up was not to choose casually, but to clean up all the zombies near the war fortress to build a simple version of the engineering troops and reduce the defensive pressure of No. 1.

"Hello everyone!" When Neil worked hard for the plan he set, people who had been forgotten by him were working hard to find his trace. In a dark conference room, 1901, as the first agent after Neil left, sat in the left hand in the middle of the conference room. 1901, who had not smiled for a long time, said in the dark, "I knew that before he left, he started to die together in the battle with powerful enemies, but I felt that he was still alive, and I also used the connections he established to find him, but it was not effective after several years. It took so long to contact you because of my strength, my information source could not find him, so I surpassed the contact information method he left to gather everyone together. I don't know if everyone is willing to meet each other honestly, so I will use this way of meeting. I will not ask you to borrow your power and information source to find him."

"Miss Mother!" As soon as episode 1901 ended, several slim figures in the dark stood up and bowed to her and greeted her in a voice of a male and female debate. "We are the representatives of the god of death. Although the master is not here now, we also feel like the mistress. The master must live a good life. We believe that no matter how powerful the enemy is, no one can kill the master. Because he is the great controller of immortality, please do not worry about the master's life and death. Now you only need to find the master."

"Thank you!" 1901 Although he knew a lot of things, he was not very familiar with some things. After all, it was too incredible, so he only regarded the words representing the death gaze as a comfort to himself.

The representative of the Grim Reaper bowed and sat down, stood up in the shadow opposite them, and said in a voice without any emotional mechanical "Sir, please rest assured that the Lord Controller is definitely alive. Our clan is born because of the Lord Controller. If the Lord Controller is in danger of life, we will be weak until death. Although we felt very weak in the past few years, we have recovered. This shows that the former Lord Controller was indeed severely injured, but now he has recovered, and it is only a matter of time to reunite with us."

"Really!" 1901 finally breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this. She didn't know the specific situation of ziz2000 and the Grim Reaper. But she knew the relationship between ziz2000 and the group of lives that are talking now, so their words could make her feel more at ease than the Grim Reaper's words. "We can feel at ease if you have you, but we all miss him very much after he has been outside for too long."

"Miss Mother, do you have any direction for the whereabouts of the master?"

"No." 1901 smiled bitterly and waved his hand to the three-dimensional image. "This is the record of our mission. You can see if you can find clues about his traces."

.The dark conference hall only had three-dimensional images flashing "Transformer!" When I saw a broken mechanical body standing up at the top of the ruins, the hoarse voice of the mechanical exclaimed.

"Do you know this guy?" 1901 stopped the video and looked in surprise in the direction of speaking.

"Sir, this metal life has a deep connection with our clan, in a sense, it can be said that it is the ancestor of our clan. The situation about them is still through the inheritance memory given to us by the Master Controller. It is said that metal mechanical life was initially enslaved by a certain evil race, and they later launched a resistance and successfully expelled the evil race that enslaved them. Their own metal planet was called Cyborg and their race claimed to be the Transformed Vajra clan. The inherited memory of Cyborg is very powerful. However, the powerful mechanical life empire was destroyed in the civil war later. The Master Controller should have obtained some of the inheritance power of Cyborg to allow our clan to appear. Although we also claim to be the Transformed Vajra clan, it is too weak from the Transformed Vajra clan of that era. Otherwise, the tribesmen around the Master Controller would not let the Controller face danger."

"You said that he also mentioned that just when he was performing his mission, he suddenly sent an emergency communication to the command center, saying that the ruins were a ruins of evil races who were very good at confusing others, and proposed a lot of defense measures to deal with possible control. He wanted to confirm the real situation and continue to explore in depth. If he did not persist, there would be such separation as he is now." 1901 restarted the playback image and he shrank into the back of the sofa chair. His eyes were locked in the ziz2000 in the image. Tears couldn't help but slide down his cheeks.

"Stop!" This time it was the voice represented by the death gaze. 1901 was suddenly stunned and stopped playing. "Miss Mother, please turn the image back and slow down the playback in seconds."

1901 immediately manipulate the image to rewind the image in seconds, then slowly play it and then slow it until the slowest playback speed of the system. At this time, everyone saw that the enemy was destroyed at the moment of explosion, and the figure representing ziz2000 turned into a shadow and disappeared in the opposite direction of the explosion. Even though the slowest playback speed has been used, the disappearing shadow is still not visible, but this is a clue.

"The possible direction of the master of the controller has been calculated." The burly figure stood up and raised his hand to reveal a piece of mechanical fingers in the image. His fingers moved across the galaxy diagram. "The direction of the controller being shaken away is generally like this, but there is still a lot of calculations required in specific places. Let's leave this matter to us. After all, we are better at data calculations."

"Leave the matter of calculating the master's position to you, and we will send intelligence personnel in this direction." said the representative who stared at Death.

"It would be better for your people to follow our caravans." The silent figure suddenly spoke in the corner of the room. At the same time, a little starlight lit up in front of her, although it was not big, it was enough to reflect her appearance - Betha, the head of the multinational Beuz business group. "Madam, our business group also has certain business dealings in that direction. In the future, we will transfer the business center to that direction. The intelligence personnel that the adult wants to send will follow our business group fleet to have better cover. Madam, please allow our business group to do its best to find him."

"Thank you then, I will find a reason to clear out the thief on the line." At this time, 1901 showed the domineering spirit of the spokesperson of ziz2000.

"Actually, what I worry most is not about the safety of the master's life and death." A representative staring at the god of death pondered for a moment and said, "Based on some things I have come into contact with, what I worry most is that the master will lose his memory after being severely injured!"

Everyone was silent. They had some vague contact with Ziz2000. It can be known that he was not in danger of life, but something like amnesia cannot be predicted and defended. If you really lost your memory, you searched for the ziz2000 that you had forgotten them on trillions of planets of the civilization empires of various levels, and it would be almost impossible to succeed.

"Miss Besta, if you can bring my tribe with you when sending intelligence personnel, their infiltration and lurking intelligence search and analysis capabilities are still very good." As he said a little starlight lit up a half-meter-high mechanical life transformed into a walkman in the eyes of everyone. "He called Sanyan, one of the personnel in charge of intelligence in our tribe. With technical permission, he can successfully invade the light brain of the level 5 civilization empire without physical contact. It is entirely the most convenient to scan the light brain of the invading light brain to search the personnel information within the scope of the empire."

"Look at what you guys think, if you can, let's decide like this."

"I can take our leader to agree."

"Then let's study the detailed plan." The representatives of all forces here agreed with the 1901 words.
Chapter completed!