Chapter 1192 - I will ask you again, move? (2/2)

The ten Men in Black who were killed by Jiang Chen’s guards were in the video.

Sweat couldn’t stop rolling down from the mayor’s forehead. His thoughts turned quickly and he was just about to explain something to Jiang Chen. However, Jiang Chen obviously did not intend to give him an opportunity to do so.

“It doesn’t matter if you don’t know. I will know when I ask Manager Wan.”

Jiang Chen gestured to the soldiers behind him.

The sound of the rifles being loaded changed everyone’s expression. The survivors who were enjoying the scene began to move back. The dozens of militia soldiers who were in front of Jiang Chen were nervous and stared at their captain.

Needless to say, if a fight really broke out, NAC would only be a minute away from walking over their bodies.

Jiang Chen smiled at the militia captain, who had a stiff expression.

“I will ask you again, move?”

Although he said it in a negotiating tone, the minigun that began to rotate left no room for negotiation.

The last force loyal to the Shangjing Survivors Alliance also chose to surrender.

To be precise, this should actually be the second last. There was also another unit, the ace of Leader Ding, the power armor company, still loyal to their leader.

A total of 100 P-series police power armors, after more than 20 years of continuous modification, had combat effective no inferior to the T-series power armor independently developed by Sixth Street. However, this force, like their leader, had disappeared.

After Jiang Chen took control of the Pan-Asia Cooperation Building, NAC sent two hundred soldiers in. However, they searched the entire building upside down and did not find the whereabouts of the Shangjing Survivors Alliance officials.

Lu Fan saluted in front of Jiang Chen and solemnly said.

“Report, we did not find Ding Liwei, Wan Peng, and other officials.”

Jiang Chen frowned.

No one?

Did they just disappear?

“Every floor?” Jiang Chen asked.

“We searched every floor, even the water tanks on the roof have been searched.” Lu Fan shook his head. “Now the entire administrative staff of Pingan Street is under our control. However, so far, we have not gained any valuable information.”

“Only if we could use the Truth-telling Serum.”

Of course, it was just Jiang Chen’s wishful thinking.

In this world, unless it is a refugee from the slums, most survivors were injected with genetic vaccines. Even the least advanced E-class vaccines could strengthen the activity of neuronal cells, which offered resistance to the Truth-telling Serum.

But then again, if the officials of the Shangjing Survivor Alliance really fled, or hid, they would not let these people know about their whereabouts. Even if everyone provided everything they knew, it would not lead them to Ding Liwei and Wan Peng.

What to do?

Jiang Chen’s frown grew deeper.

Just then, his sight fell on the camera on the wall.

With a grin, an idea formed in his head.