But the time An Ruohong left for himself was only a few dozen seconds - because everyone around him was looking at him. (They were his former subordinates, so he knew that this was a group of wolves. Such a group of beasts had been going through more than ten years from the era of the old Empire to the era of the new Empire, but the beastly nature in his heart had not yet faded. No matter what mask they were under, they all had the same sharp minions.

But what he was worried about was not the backlash, but the more terrifying impulse and tyranny. Those people would not have less shock and regret than him, but he was rational, while those people were less.

Or... these people are purely accusers of death. They would rush to the palace to fight Li Zhen because of his words or a look, but the problem is...

An Ruohong doesn't want to die.

So after he recovered from waking up, facing those eyes that were hiding uneasy and impulsiveness, he said in a very calm tone: "Raise it."

The shocked and lost people found their spiritual support because of such a sentence.

"Recall them and evacuate in batches." He continued to give orders and walked quickly to the entrance to the ground. "In five minutes, destroy this base, and those who survived - you know where to find me."

An Ruohong looked sideways in the direction of the palace while walking towards the entrance, and raised his hands to cover his ears. Just as he took the first step, the milky white "Array 51d" missile launcher" made a low and endless buzzing sound. The vibration penetrated into the bones of everyone, as if the blood was about to be heated and boiled. This was because the launcher was performing its last mission.

This kind of vehicle can be used to launch intercontinental missiles. But no one has ever tried to use it to launch four medium-range strategic ballistic missiles at the same time — and four tactical nuclear missiles.

This is the last gift they gave to the tyrant. Even if he could intercept this thing in just ten seconds, the people here would have an extra chance of escape. Even if only one of them was successfully detonated, the tyrant would never have the heart to pay attention to them.

When he took the second step, he remembered something from many years ago. In that seemingly distant but not actually distant era, even B-level abilities could afford to be "power". At that time, as a member of Kuaizaifeng, he heard this statement that even a king could not withstand a large amount of ballistic missile. However, the fact that "it is necessary to use ballistic missiles to pose a threat to them" itself can show their strength.

He did have such an idea at that time - he wanted to give it a try. But he never expected that he would do it today. Although the enemies he is currently facing are far stronger than a king, and he is using nuclear weapons.

He didn't know whether this step was a long time, or whether his brain became clear and flexible because he had removed so many strategies and strategies - he remembered what happened a long time ago.

For example, his sister and father. There is also a childhood and youth that is considered beautiful but unwilling to recall. He thought he could become a legend. But since the tyrant appeared, he realized that his glory had been taken away by the young man.

His father died in the empire and his sister died in Siberia. It is said that when his sister was about to die, he wanted to leave the last sentence. However, the tyrant did not even give her such an opportunity.

However, he now has no choice but to deal with that guy.

However, he had to flee in a panic, hoping to make a comeback - that would be another long process.

These things are really dismay.

So An Ruohong took the third step. The buzzing sound finally stopped. After a brief, strange silence, bright light shone the entire abandoned stadium in vain. Four ground-based missiles carrying nuclear warheads dragged faint blue light at the tails of the four ground-based missiles carrying nuclear warheads. They shot into the night sky under the powerful electromagnetic force.

A terrifying warmth came from the air. An Ruohong felt his skin dry. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the four gradually fading trails, and then looked at the buildings further away.

At present, the members of the organization who used to lurk everywhere should have taken action. According to the preparatory plan, they will destroy the task after the failure, causing chaos, and give more time to transfer to the people in the headquarters.

No matter how powerful he is, he is just a person.

An Ruohong took four steps and looked at the direction of the palace before stepping onto the steps leading to the underground.

...There was no fire and no explosion. There was silence, nothing. It was as if the four powerful missiles had disappeared out of thin air. The cold and silent palace was like a monster tonight, swallowing everything silently - including his hope.

Disappointment and despair came again. An Ruohong stayed on the steps for a second, turned his head and said in a deep voice: "Blow it up."

This is the worst strategy - detonate pre-installed bombs and destroy large numbers of houses. Such a task is carried out by members of the organization scattered throughout the city - and some of them were previously responsible for monitoring the tyrant's convoy.

There are about three minutes left for him to transfer. Tonight's action failed completely, which seemed to mean that the other party had already understood his plan. Then next... he thought he would suffer a full blow like a storm.

Because the other party is the emperor who ruled the entire southern hemisphere - the military forces in half of the world will be mobilized to try to find and kill themselves.

But for him, three minutes was enough. Because he had so many more - he glanced at the few people following behind him, and the few people who were destroying missile launcher data further away - so many beasts. Manic, obedient beasts.

At least there was still some hope. An Ruohong said to himself. He took a last look at the night in Zhongdu, intending to take the first step when the first roar sounded.

However……

A second passed.

Two seconds passed.

Three seconds passed.

Everything is silent.

An Ruohong's eyes widened - he could accept the failure to assassinate Li Zhen, and could accept the four powerful missiles that had not yet achieved their strength, but...what is going on now?

Is there anything wrong with the more than a hundred people he sent out?!

In a panic he glanced at the person beside him. So the man who was also shocked to seize his heart blinked three times and said hesitantly: "The order... has been confirmed to be sent."

"Let's go." An Ruohong only said this word briefly.
Chapter completed!