There was an awkward silence in the bridge of the Iron Crystal Tower.

In silence, everyone looked at each other in shock. When they saw the 100,000 question marks rising on each other's forehead, they couldn't help but tilt their heads and couldn't understand them.

What's the thing?

What's going on?

What exactly did it do?

Why did the old hen turn into a duck when he bowed his head and wrote a report to the Ivory Tower?

Times have become too fast, and all adults have a ridiculous feeling of seeing primitive people playing with nuclear weapons, and it is difficult to accept all this in front of them.

I can't react at all.

It can only be said that Huai Shi's actions were too fast, too ruthless, and too poisonous. It only took fifteen minutes to go from the verge of chaos that everyone thought nothing had happened.

Fifteen minutes ago, everyone was still tense and riots were about to break out.

Fifteen minutes later, everyone started drinking the soup happily, sitting together like brothers, and telling each other about their long-standing beautiful friendship.

It was still the same group of familiar actors, and the same familiar venue, but the plot seemed to have been taken from the wrong script.

Shocked everyone for a whole year.

From the weak and bullied Neijing negotiations to the fire and the wind swept away the sword and chopping people, a complete set of operations that can be said to be seamlessly connected has scattered everyone's eyes.

I originally thought he was handing in a blank paper, but the exam was not over yet, so why was he almost becoming a judge?

Until now, it is no more than three hours before the end of the summoning.

The originally restless and dangerous group of hell has tamed the shackles of the Ivory Tower.

The Erwuzi Rat man who wanted to make money from both ends was the first to be harshly attacked by Huai Shi and was brutally enforced by fishing; while the arrogant and unruly Snake Man Immortal Army bowed his head under the pressure of the situation and drank the bitter fruit of contempt. The gargoyles who tried to polish the craftsman and play tricks were also warned under the cruel means of killing chickens to warn the monkeys.

Before the long-lasting friendship, three large groups of hell with their own thoughts were strongly consolidated.

Then, without waiting for everyone to react.

Huai Shi drew her sword and said that the war was coming.

So, the war came.

Even if it is so abrupt.

In this dark night full of crisis, before the next day's dusk arrived, Huai Shi gave the first order from the commander with the might of the banquet.

——Start immediately, regardless of the curse in the dark, rush to the lonely exploration and operation team, and completely take down the hell split control device.

If you eat too much, you have to go out to digest it.

It saves you from having too long nights and dreams."

After Huai Shi released the plan, the entire hall once again ushered in a suffocating silence. Everyone looked at each other and felt a sense of shock and uneasiness, but they were shocked and afraid to object to Huai Shi's actions just now.

After a brief silence, the elder stood up and asked, "May I ask, where is that rescue team?"

"Seven hundred kilometers away, in a complex industrial area in the dusk town, there are four underground floors. If you start here, you can reach it in about four hours. If everything goes well, we can still have breakfast there after everything is over."

The elder pondered for a moment and said, "If there is no light source, our tribe will probably find it difficult to maintain its state in the curse."

"This is easy to say, the light source has been prepared for you."

On the track of the transmission track, four huge iron boxes have been transported to the right side of the hall. After the iron boxes are opened, hundreds of hanging wind lights that have just come down from the assembly line are exposed in front of the large group of hell.

"There are 970 alchemy wind lamps in total, and the internally filled with the covenant ointment is enough to support you in battle for more than two hours. Don't worry about the curse."

Huai Shi said: "As for other times, you don't have to walk, there is a driver."

With his words, outside the hall, a huge truck had quietly risen from the underground garage, lit up two hot headlights, and snooked the horn twice.

Raymond, the specialist driver in hell, is already in place.

Trucks loaded with precious depth balancers are enough to resist the erosion of hell in a short period of time. After alchemy transformation and changes in border relics, the space inside the cargo box of the giant truck has long been expanded to half the size of a football field.

Enough to accommodate all the legion operations here.

Moreover, the largest gargoyle does not need to worry about petrification curses or occupy the internal space. All are prepared by the Abyss Rat Man and the Snake Man Immortal Army.

It has been arranged clearly.

Now that things have come, what excuses can the elders refuse?

In the gaze of Huai Shi, the old snake man leaned over: "Follow your orders, sir."

"So, what about the gargoyle?"

Huai Shi turned her head and looked at the row of huge bat-winged demons.

In silence, the gargoyle leader stood up and saluted Huai Shi.

"War will come, sir." It said, "as you wish."

That's how things decided.

After the bridge of the Iron Crystal Tower finally realized, even the noisy rats had already lined up to get on the bus, leaving only a messy hall.

While Huai Shi was about to get on the car, Andrea fell from the sky with the red dragon fire, and a dazzling ray of flame light was supported on his fingertips, and the flame wings slowly closed.

Leave beside him.

"Would it be too risky?" she asked Huai Shi.

"It's not possible not to take risks."

In the faint light of the wind lamp, Huai Shi glanced at the dark night in the distance: "We don't gamble, but the Ivy League must gamble. Since we can see their movements, they may not know nothing about us... Especially the existence of the sub-control center, the sooner it is in control, the better."

"But your actions are too rash." Andrea conveyed a suggestion from the bridge: "At least you should bring the exploration team of Iron Crystal, and you will always have an accident."

"No, the Exploration Team must stay all."

Huai Shi said: "After I left, the Iron Crystal Seat will enter the highest alert and be on guard against the attacks of the Ivy League at any time. It is enough to have our team for the time being.

This is also the reason why I strongly advocate recruiting a large group. The safety of the Iron Crystal is the most important thing to ensure, otherwise we will have no way out once we are attacked."

It was obvious that his rejection was also expected by the bridge.

After Andrea nodded, he handed him something like a remote control: "Bring this with you, you can use it to call for some remote strike support. If necessary, you don't have to hide the location of the Iron Crystal Mount."

"I will."

Huai Shi smiled slightly, put it in her pocket, looked up and asked, "Is there anything else to tell me?"

"Not yet, I am an amateur in fighting. How can a scholar be more experienced than a judge?"

Andrea looked behind her and looked at you: "The Grand Master said, let you let go. Anyway, no matter what, it is better than swaying in front of him all day long with an unpleasant Yin-Yang face."

Huai Shi was stunned and jumped up:

"Am I annoying?"

"It's just that no one likes lions sitting in cages."

Andrea smiled, took a step back, nodded and said goodbye: "Then, Mr. General, have a good journey."

"Yeah, OK."

Huai Shi withdrew her gaze and walked into the co-pilot on the escalator.

The car door is closed.

He stared at the endless darkness that surged out the window and laughed softly.

"Go away," he said, "Let's go."

Accompanied by the low sound of the gargoyles' bat wings fanning the air, the huge truck roared and broke into the deep darkness.

The hot taillights gradually went out.

It was like the sun sinking into the fog.

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In the long drowsiness and pain, Pan Delong opened his eyes and saw the pale ceiling in the ward. The life-saving instruments made rhythmic sounds.

"Who is there?" he asked.

Just opposite the hospital bed, a man holding a helmet was sitting on a chair.

He was wearing a thick protective suit, and his face was old and his hair was gray, but his blue eyes were like gems, making it difficult to divert attention from it.

"Vice-President, Michelle."

He said, "The doctor told me you'll wake up soon-you're a little slower than I thought."

"How long have I slept?" Pan Delong asked.

Michelle: "Three days, the situation was very good, but it only cost a lot of money."

Pan Delong laughed: "I thought money was not a problem."

"Money is not a problem, time is."
To be continued...