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Chapter 305 Defectors

The soldiers of the Undead Army who were in charge of shooting mortals mercilessly dealt with the prisoners in the cells one by one. Most of the prisoners locked here on the first floor were idealists with firm beliefs and stubbornness. Some of them died grimly. Some people died indifferently, as if they had been waiting for a long time.

But none of these reactions can shake the undead soldiers. They have already castrated the part of humanity in the endless torture.

The team in charge of blasting the tunnel didn't move at all, which could already be regarded as a mission failure. The officer didn't know how long the 25cm thick iron gate could block them, but this was his last line of defense.

"Are we still disconnected?" Ibrahim, who had just returned from the secret passage, appeared in the warden's office with a disheveled face, looking a little anxious.

The warden is a very traditional Persian descendant, wearing a white robe, and is praying in the office at this time, as if he doesn't care about the conflicts outside.

"Yes, Ibrahim." The warden replied without looking back. "Why don't you take this opportunity and come with me? You are disturbed and rude."

"I can't die here!" Ibrahim really wanted to kick the warden down from behind, but the undead army guard standing outside the door would definitely not let this happen.

"We should not be afraid of death, our blood will flow in the family, and our will will be inherited by future generations." The warden finished the worship, stood up from the ground, put on his slippers, and slowly put away the blanket: " I gave you a chance to leave, but since you came back, it proves that it was destined."

"Be more elegant, Ibrahim." The warden patted Ibrahim on the shoulder lightly, and passed by him: "I can lend you my office to find peace of mind."

"Radwan! I can't die here, I still have an important mission! Please, save me!" Ibrahim begged impeccably behind the warden, but he didn't get any sympathy.

"If you don't want to die, find a way to save yourself, Ibrahim." The warden said finally, and disappeared at the end of the stairs.

This is the deepest part of the ground, and unlike the idiots of his kind who love to enjoy themselves, Radwan likes to set his office in the safest place.

He has experienced countless assassinations in his life. Radwan used to be a general of the Saudi Aramco Group, and he was a rare doer among the old people. It can be said that half of the prisoners in Rust Prison were captured by him.

If Radwan continues to work in his position, he may become the representative of the force of the Dusk Clan, secretly controlling all the force of the Dusk Clan within the Petrochemical Alliance.

But at the peak of his career, Radwan retreated bravely.

At that time, he came into contact with the confidential information of the Old Dusk Clan through some personal channels, and knew that his family and several other big families were secretly in contact with a force called the Pioneers.

After figuring out what a Pathfinder is, Radwan banished himself to the Rust Prison, living an ascetic life every day.

He does not marry a wife, does not have children, and rarely communicates with other members of the family, so he guards his own prison, just like a prisoner locked here.

This hurdle lasted 20 years, and the name Radwan almost disappeared from the dying people. Few people remembered the name of a warlord 20 years ago in this great era.

Except himself.
Radwan walked up to the floor where the prisoners were held, followed by two guards of the undead army, and not far in front of them were soldiers who were executing the prisoners.

At this moment, the two soldiers stood in front of Hashem's cell and raised their guns.

"Come on! Kill me first!" Nasser put his forehead on the muzzle of the gun, and spit on the soldier's face: "You walking corpses!"

boom!
A violent explosion made Nasser growl pale, thinking he was dead.

But he soon realized that death did not come. The officer in the distance blew his whistle, and the two soldiers of the undead army turned and ran to fill in the line.

The officer walked through the corridor alone. Behind him, the soldiers of the Undead Army, in groups of two, used the pillars of the cell as cover and fired fiercely at the door.

"Lord Radwan!" The officer looked at the warden panting, "We."

Before he could finish speaking, the officer who had no cover was shot dead by the shadow at the end of the corridor, leaving only the warden who also stood there without cover.

Tanguy and the others still took Martin as the spearhead and entered the straight corridor without any turns.

Martin's shield is dilapidated, but under the effect of [Reinforcement], it completely maintains its structural integrity, blocking those 7.62MM bullets that are not powerful enough.

"Radwan! You have a day too!" Nasser, who survived the catastrophe, saw the warden appear and roared excitedly: "You have a day too!"

The few prisoners who survived the disaster all shouted loudly with Nasser, and the anger that had been suppressed for more than ten years broke out at this moment.

No one knew how many thoughts flashed through Radwan's mind at this moment. He just watched all this quietly, with roaring prisoners on both sides, and unscathed intruders on the other side of the corridor.

Those precious undead soldiers were not much better than ordinary soldiers in front of them. The gray-black flames were like the flames of revenge from Azrael, harvesting the lives of the unjust, and making the undead soldiers' recovery ability useless. effect.

When Shadow raised his gun to aim again, Radwan raised his hands and said calmly, "I surrender."

As Radwan, the actual controller of the undead army fighters, said these words, all the undead army fighters who were fighting immediately put down their weapons.

As an ordinary person, Tony devoted [-]% of his concentration in this battle, so that he didn't notice the changes on the battlefield at all.

After the undead soldier put down his weapon, he continued to fire subconsciously, knocking down three enemies.

Until he ceased fire, no undead soldier made a move to resist.

The undead soldier who was knocked down just lay on the ground and slowly recovered without making a sound.

"I surrender." Radwan repeated again: "It doesn't matter who you are or what you stand for, now you have won."

When he said the words "I surrender" for the second time, more than a dozen figures hidden in the dark, with different shapes and equipment, appeared more agile than the undead soldiers, and threw their weapons on the ground.

Their faces were more or less puzzled, but no one tried to resist Radwan's will. They were all superhumans, and they were also native superhumans.

"Where are my people?" Tang Ji was not interested in the surrendered enemy, he strode towards Radwan.

Facing Tangji's question, Radwan glanced at the undead soldier closest to him, who pointed to a secret door leading to a different area.

The saint and Tony immediately stepped out of the queue and kicked open the secret door. Behind the door was a relatively spacious space, which looked like an operating room and a torture room.

Surte was lying quietly on the operating table, his clothes were stripped off, and several unmarked soft liquid bags were hung on the shelf, and the other end was connected to his arm.

A medical team consisting of four medical staff raised their hands and stood two meters away from Sirte, as if they had been waiting for them to come in.

Tony was the first to go in, stretched out his hand to open Surte's eyes, checked his pupils, and measured his pulse. After confirming that he was still alive, he yelled and asked, "What kind of medicine is this! What did you do to him! "

And the saint yells "Anthony, this needs you!"

"They are all sedatives, nerve inhibitors and other drugs. Some of them are formulated by ourselves. They don't have many side effects. They are mainly used to put superhumans into a static state." The leading doctor explained calmly, speaking the common language fluently.

Anthony rushed in, took a look at the medicines, and carefully checked Surte's vital signs before he felt relieved: "Tell me about all the medicines you use, and also explain in detail the ratio of the self-made medicines."

"Take the other people out, ask them separately, and then tell me the result." Anthony pointed to several other people and said to the saint, then turned to the doctor: "Whoever lies will die."

"I'm not lying. I'm the only one who knows the formula, and none of them know it." The doctor explained, "You can log in to my computer, which contains detailed pharmacological experiment data."

Anthony ignored his words, and the saint also ignored them, pulling away a few others roughly.

"Sulte's life is not in danger for the time being, the alarm is off!" Anthony replied to Tang Ji on the communication channel.

Tangy nodded and asked Radwan again: "Who is Hashim! A member of the Wind of Freedom!"

Radwan was stunned for a moment this time, he actually didn't care much about the prisoners here, at least not recently.

But not far away, Nasser knocked hard on the railing: "Here! The person you are looking for is here! He is Hashim! Get us out!"

"It seems that the person you are looking for is very lucky." Radwan smiled and didn't care: "You have a very powerful hacker, otherwise this place would have been bombed to the sky by now."

Tang Ji punched the opponent's nose that looked very straight, and the opponent had a bit of a captive temperament. Since Feisal's bastard, he has not liked the ruling class in this land.

"Good fight!" Nasser yelled from behind the fence, but was quickly interrupted by Martin.

"Back back, little old man." Martin slammed the shield on the ground, and the bullets inlaid on the shield weighed more than two catties, and it fell all over the ground.

Afterwards, Martin held the metal fence with both hands and exerted force with his arms, his chest muscles raised high, and he directly pulled the whole fence off the wall, and it was still on the side.

Nasser's eyes were wide open. He had only seen undead soldiers who could heal their wounds, but he did not expect that the painting style of the outside world had changed.

Martin picked up Hashem, who was lying on the ground, and looked at the photos several times before shouting: "It's him, the head is right, it's soft, just like Sirte!"

Radwan had recovered from the sudden attack at this time. He wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes because of his sore nose, and asked with a cynical smile on the corner of his mouth: "You are not hired by the wind of freedom. You are here to find Hash M, for what he saw?"

"What do you know?" Tang Ji heard something in the other party's words.

"The pioneers?" Radwan asked, holding his nose, "Are you looking for them?"

Looking at Tangji's eyes, Radwan laughed: "It's God's will, don't ask that partisan, go down there, there is an idiot named Ibrahim, if he hasn't committed suicide, he knows everything .”

"Who are you! What do you want?" Tang Ji couldn't understand Radwan, his eyes were neither surprised nor happy, and he looked more like a prisoner than the half-crazy old man who was imprisoned.

But the attitude of those soldiers and superhumans towards him clearly proved that he had a very high status and a lot of personal prestige.

"Who am I?" Radwan seemed to have heard some joke, and he was stunned for a while before answering: "I am the warden here."

"Go and catch whoever you want, it doesn't matter who I am, who I am." Radwan's eyes were still so dim: "We won't be anxious anymore, I just ask you one thing, wait for you to leave Now, let your hacker give me back the authority, I have to do some things myself."

"Promise him." Wu Qianying's voice appeared in Tang Ji's ear: "Then when we retreat, knock him out and tie him back to me."

Tang Ji nodded, ignored the mental illness, and skipped him directly to the next level.

"Judging from his expression, he already has the will to die. I guess he should be the part of the naturalized family who is unwilling to be naturalized." Wu Qianying explained: "A poor wretch caught between the family and righteousness. , we have to squeeze out his intelligence value."

"Received." Tang Ji understood that this was not the first time he had come into contact with a "traitor" among the naturalized people. Fabinski, who shot himself in his office, also left with this mentality.

Tanguy has only one opinion about this kind of people. Cowards!

Sitting in Radwan's office, Ibrahim did not find peace of mind, and became more nervous as the gunfire upstairs died down.

Who wins?
Even though he knew Tang Ji's name, Ibrahim still felt lucky. After all, the Undead Army was cultivated with a lot of money by the Doomed Clan. Although there is only a part of it here, it is still a force after all. Maybe they can create miracles!

But as a black figure appeared, Ibrahim's heart sank. His only two bodyguards were released at the first meeting, and the corpse covered in gray-black flames was like his heart Hope, bit by bit swallowed, swept away
It's Tang Ji, Furious himself!
Ibrahim shrank back in despair, trying to hide himself in the gap between the table and the wall, but his fat body obviously couldn't complete this action, so he could only watch Tangy approaching step by step, sitting on the other side of the desk. side.

"Let's talk." The demon surrounded by gray-black flames said.
(End of this chapter)