Chapter 1212 (1/2)

Stumbling away from Metro 0.

Holding the gear shaped gate, Wan Peng held his knee to breathe heavily, and his face was filled with the expression of surviving the disaster.

Just now, the neat power armored formation roared past him. A strong smell of blood wafted from the power armor. It was obvious that they had just experienced a great war, and their steel was full of a strong murderous spirit.

Hiding in the shadow, he did not dare to come out of the atmosphere. Only when the sound of shaking the earth went away, did he drill out of the cracks in the wall of the tunnel.

Fortunately, the power armor was moving fast, otherwise he would never have escaped.

”Grass! I didn't feel much when I came down. I didn't think I was really tired. ”

Severely scolded a sentence, Wan Peng raised his hand to wipe the sweat on his neck, and walked toward the direction of line 2.

It's lost.

Whether it is the treasure in line 0 or everything in Ping An street, they have lost all their chips in this game.

In fact, as early as the moment the Russians appeared, Wan Peng had seen this clearly.

When the Shangjing survivors League is placed in the cracks between the two forces, no matter who the victory or defeat of this competition belongs to, they will not belong to them who are already in the end.

However, Ding Liwei obviously didn't see this clearly. Until the last moment, he expected Wan Peng to play the last card to help him turn defeat into victory. However, he did not know that from the moment he jumped down the building to command the battle, manager Wan had already grasped the opportunity to leave.

Thinking of commander Ding, Wan Peng can't help feeling sorry.

If he was not so stubborn, he would not have come to this end. With more than 70 power armor units, even if he lost control of Ping'an Street, where could his second people's corps go except Wanghai city in the south?

Shaking his head, Wan Peng walked along the tunnel with his back to line 27.

Ping An street is no longer safe.

No accident, NAC has now taken over the city defense of Ping'an Street. If we go back like this, I'm afraid there is only one outcome waiting for him. Even if NAC does nothing, people eager to show their loyalty to NAC and the survivors trapped in Ping'an Street will tear him to pieces.

He left some things and hands in the original site of the Sunday hotel. In addition, there were some people in black on the surface who obeyed his orders. He couldn't stay in Shangjing. He could only choose to go southwest, bypass NAC's territory and go to Guangdong and Guangxi.

That is the sphere of influence of the southern survivors, who fear NAC, but do not obey them. Moreover, the business there is relatively developed, so it's good to get a new ”vest” there

However, at this time, a touch of silver light suddenly flashed across.

No time to make any response, the pain came from his chest. Wan Peng snorted, covered his chest and fell to the ground.

Gritting his teeth, he took a needle out of his arms.

However, before he could prick the needle into his chest, another flash of silver flashed, and blood gushed from his wrist and spilled all over the floor.

”Ah, ah, ah!”

The sound of heartrending screams resounds through the tunnel. Wan Peng looks at his broken hand and his expression is twisted because of pain.

”I'm not going to miss the same trick twice.” Leaning against the wall beside the tunnel, Lao Luo grinned, and the silver in his hand flickered faintly, ”now, how can you use that ridiculous card?”

Wanpeng, who fell on the ground, moved backward and leaped his legs. Looking at Lao Luo, he said in horror.

”Why You won't let me go until I die? I'm not the one who got the treasure. Go find them... ”

”But it's up to you.” Lao Luo said calmly.

”Because of this?” Wan Peng said in a daze.

”Is there any other reason?” Calmly looking at the stunned Wanpeng, Lao Luo sighed, ”come with me and bury the secret of Pan Asia cooperation.”

”Ha ha, ha ha, ha ha, I didn't expect that Lao Tzu Wan Peng and Xiao Xiong would die in the hands of a madman, ha ha ha, ha ha...”

Wan Peng was lying on the ground, laughing up to the sky. In that almost crazy laughter, he gradually came to the end of his life,

the silver knife fell from his cuff and hit the ground with a clang. Lao Luo sat down with his back against the wall. Finally exhausted the last trace of strength, he did not say a word, slowly closed his eyes.

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