At around 11 o'clock at night, two helicopters flew in from the southwest, and Alexandra brought prepared heavy weapons.

These weapons include armor-piercing projectiles, surface-to-ground shoulder-fired Stinger missiles, and a variety of explosive devices, as well as two airborne cannons disassembled directly from armed helicopters, and high-temperature laser equipment for breaking steel.

After a round with Angel and his group, these people carried weapons and ammunition from the ruined queen's coffin chamber into the corridor and made a breakthrough inward.

"With these things, do we still need to be afraid of those monsters?" Storm, who was carrying the Stinger missile, had a smile on his face and stroked it lovingly.

"It's best not to be careless." Alexandra reminded: "No matter how good the equipment is, it is controlled by people. If the people are gone, these things will be just a pile of scrap metal."

Alexandra's words not only reminded the storm, but also reminded others, letting them know that they are not in an ordinary battlefield, but a battlefield full of unknown fears and dangers. The biggest difficulty in this kind of battlefield is that there are too many unknown factors.

You don’t know when danger will arise, and you don’t know where accidents will occur. In short, you are the biggest guarantee for everything.

Arriving at the steel gate, a group of people began to use high-temperature laser equipment to melt and cut the gate, gradually cutting out a space that normal people could pass through the half-meter-thick steel gate.

Entering the arena, Storm directly aimed the Stinger missile at the glass above the arena, preparing to strike hard. After bombing with missiles, he then used armor-piercing shells to attack, completely destroying the glass.

No glass can withstand such an intense attack. No matter how good the performance of glass is, it is still glass after all.

"Captain, are you sure there's nothing wrong?" Feng Feng asked Angel while licking his lips.

Although he felt very satisfied with carrying the Stinger missile to attack, the cave-in in that laboratory left a shadow on him, and he was worried that the missile hitting it would cause the same thing again.

"The support point is not on the glass, no problem." Angel said there was definitely no problem.

Missile space bombing is different from bomb blasting. The blasting needs to be fixed based on a fulcrum, and such a fulcrum is usually closely connected to the ground. The vibration generated by the explosion will be directly transmitted to the underground and cause resonance.

"Then let's get started!" Storm's eyes showed an excited light, and he spread his legs forward and back slightly, preparing to shoot out the Stinger missile.

At this moment, the lights of the arena suddenly turned on, and the dazzling light illuminated the venue as if it were daytime. The corpses of the killed zombies lay quietly on the ground, looking like a mass grave.

"This old thing finally came out." A smile appeared on Alexandra's face, and she raised her head to look at the middle-aged man who came out.

However, the smile did not stay on Alexandra's face for long before it disappeared, but was quickly replaced by a brighter smile.

A middle-aged man appeared, followed by a small wild cat held by two armed soldiers.

The little wild cat was sitting on a chair, her hands and feet were tied tightly to it, and a piece of tape was stuck to her mouth. There were several scars on her chubby face, which was extremely pale. There was no fear or fear in her eyes.

Panic, some just heartbroken.

"Damn it!" Storm cursed fiercely and put down the shoulder-fired missile launcher in his hand.

"Little Wildcat!" Angel narrowed her eyes, glanced at the little wildcat's face and then focused on the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man standing behind the glass was very calm. The corner of his mouth showed a movement that represented a smile, and he gently stroked the little wild cat's head with his big hand, appearing to be very fond of it.

"I don't care who you are, if you hurt this girl, I will use all means to kill you." Zhao Zhengrong made a cold and bone-chilling voice from his mouth, and said slowly: "Including your family, relatives, friends, and neighbors.

!”

This threat is not simply to kill one, but to kill the Nine Tribes, the most cruel in Chinese history. No, it should be to kill the Ten Tribes, which also includes neighbors.

"Hahaha..." The middle-aged man laughed harshly and said expressionlessly: "Do you care about this girl very much? Well, very good, don't worry, I won't kill him. I like her very much. She

He also likes me very much."

"Did you do something to her?" Angel asked through gritted teeth.

"What did you do?" The middle-aged man shrugged his shoulders, lowered his head and kissed the little wild cat on the forehead, stood up straight and said, "Everything that needs to be done has been done..."

"Damn it, bastard!" Angel was furious, picked up a sniper rifle and shot the middle-aged man under the glass.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!..."

The warhead hit the glass shield hard, but it only left a few white marks in vain, and there was no way to penetrate it.

"Hehehe..." Alexandra suddenly showed a charming smile, took a step forward, looked up at the middle-aged man and said, "Hey, why don't we have a talk?"

"Talk? No, we have nothing to talk about." The middle-aged man shook his head and said: "I have let you go once, but you didn't cherish it. To be honest, you are all elites in the mercenary world. Elite level

It has already caught up with the mercenaries who lacked modern equipment and relied entirely on their bodies as weapons. I am not willing to kill you, but the opportunity has been given, which is a pity."

The middle-aged man had no intention of negotiating at all. Although his words were very calm, the murderous intention revealed could not be more obvious.

"Don't be so absolute, we can always sit down and have a good talk." Alexandra was still smiling, flipping her hair and continued: "There is nothing between us. Maybe you have something we can help with."

If you do it, we have some things you can help us achieve. There are no permanent opposites in this world. As people like us, it is easiest to reach agreement in contradictions."

These words seemed to make the middle-aged man a little moved. He dragged his chin with one palm and fell into deep thought.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the middle-aged man, waiting for the result of his thinking.

Negotiation requires skills, but negotiation at this level does not require too many skills. It is very simple. It is as simple as me telling you my needs, you telling me yours, and then bargaining to reach an agreement, and then the negotiation will gain

success.

"Okay, let me think about it." The middle-aged man raised his head, stared at Angel and his group below and said, "I think you are more concerned about this person. Maybe you should look for another person. If it's too late,

I am afraid……"

The middle-aged man pointed to the passage where Zhao Ziyang's group went, and he seemed very generous and asked them to look for Zhao Ziyang.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

Her meaning was very clear, she didn't want the following people to go to Zhao Ziyang. Because it was very dangerous there, and entering was almost a dead end. She knew that the middle-aged people were not willing to negotiate any agreement with them at all, and she wanted them to die.

"Hey, baby, what's wrong with you? Be quiet, look, I've done enough." The middle-aged man touched the little wild cat's head and kissed the little wild cat on the cheek.

Whether it was An Qier, Zhao Zhengrong, or anyone else, their expressions were very gloomy at this time. If they could, they would cut this guy into pieces with a thousand knives.

"Let's go!" Angel gritted his teeth and led the people towards the other passage of the beast room.
Chapter completed!