Chapter 1,212 The End of the Chaos (Happy New Year~)

Stumbled away from the No. 0 subway line. Sound of nature

Holding on to the gear-shaped door, Wan Peng held his knees and panted heavily, with an expression of surviving a disaster written all over his face.

Just now, a neat formation of powered armor roared past him. The strong smell of blood wafted from the bodies of this group of powered armors. It was obvious that they had just experienced a battle, and the steel on their bodies exuded a fierce murderous aura.

Hiding in the shadows, he didn't dare to make a sound. He only waited for the earth-shaking sound to fade away before he emerged from the crack in the tunnel wall.

Fortunately, those powered armors drove very fast, otherwise he would have never escaped.

"Fuck! I didn't feel anything when I came down. I didn't expect that I was so tired when I came up."

Cursing fiercely, Wan Peng raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his neck and walked towards Line 2.

Already lost.

Whether it's the treasure in Line 0 or everything on Ping'an Street, they have lost all their chips in this gamble.

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

When the Shangjing Survivor Alliance is caught between two major forces, no matter who wins or loses in this game, it will not belong to them who are already at the end of their rope.

However, Ding Liwei obviously did not see this clearly. Until the last moment, he still counted on Wan Peng to play his last trump card and help him turn defeat into victory. Little did he know that from the moment he jumped off the building to command the battle, Manager Wan had already grabbed hold of him on the back. The opportunity was gone.

Thinking of Captain Ding, Wan Peng couldn't help but feel a little regretful.

If he hadn't been so stubborn, he wouldn't have ended up like this. With more than seventy units of power armor, even if he loses control of Ping'an Street, where can his Second Militia Regiment not go in this wasteland except Wanghai City in the south?

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

Ping An Street is no longer safe.

As expected, NAC has now taken over the city defense of Ping An Street. If he goes back like this, there may be only one ending waiting for him. Even if NAC does nothing, those who are eager to show their loyalty to NAC, the survivors trapped in Ping An Street, will tear him into pieces.

He still has some things and people left at the original site of the Sunday Hotel,

In addition, there are some men in black on the surface who take orders from him. He could no longer stay in Shangjing City, so he could only choose to go southwest, bypassing the NAC territory and going to the Guangdong and Guangxi areas.

That is the sphere of influence of the survivors in the south. Although the survivors there are afraid of NAC, they do not obey their orders. Moreover, the business there is relatively developed, so it’s not a bad idea to change your “vest” there and make a comeback...

However, at this moment, a flash of silver light flashed unexpectedly.

Before he could react, severe pain came from his chest. Wan Peng groaned, covered his chest and fell to the ground.

He gritted his teeth and took out a syringe from his pocket.

However, before he could pierce the needle into his chest, another flash of silver light flashed, and blood spurted out from his wrist and sprinkled all over the floor.

"Ahhhhh!"

Heart-rending screams echoed through the tunnel. Wan Peng looked at his severed hand, his expression twisted in pain.

"I won't fail the same trick twice." Leaning on the wall beside the tunnel, Lao Luo grinned, the silver light in his hand looming faintly, "Now, let me see how you use that ridiculous Trump card?"

Wan Peng, who fell to the ground, moved his legs back and looked at Lao Luo and said in horror.

"Why...will you not let me go until you die? I am not the one who got the treasures at all. You go find them..."

"But everything started because of you." Lao Luo said calmly.

"Is it because of this?" Wan Peng said blankly.

"Do you need any other reason?" Looking calmly at the stunned Wan Peng, Lao Luo sighed, "Come with me and bury the secret of Pan-Asian cooperation."

"Hehehe, what a shame, I didn't expect that I, Wanpeng Xiongxiong, would die in the hands of a madman, hehehe, hahaha..."

Wan Peng lay on the ground and looked up to the sky, laughing. In that almost crazy laughter, he gradually moved towards the end of his life.

The silver knife fell from his sleeve and clinked on the ground. Lao Luo leaned his back against the wall and sat down slowly. Having finally exhausted his last bit of strength, he slowly closed his eyes without saying a word.

…

The tanks were burning.

Under the siege of NAC power armor, the battle no longer has any suspense. Having exhausted the last shell in the ammunition rack and trapped in the lobby of the media building, Yegor finally fell into a state of despair.

Climbing out of the tank roof, he held the gun tightly in his hand.

Not far away from him was Smirnov's body, half of his body burned to charcoal.

Yegor did not look at him. He just held on to the wall and took two steps forward. Looking at the burning wreckage on the ground, he suddenly grinned and laughed.

"...I have been watching the snow for the Soviets for twenty years in Uelen, and this is the first time I have fought so hard. To die in the capital of Pan-Asian cooperation is a well-deserved death..."

Looking at the powered armor surrounding him, he used up his last bit of strength and let out a roar.

"Ula——!"

Pistol bullets wiped sparks off the power armor.

When he pulled the trigger for the third time, a hail of bullets swept over him, beating him into a sieve.

Finally, the tyrant who swept across half of Eastern Siberia finally came to the end of his life on the land of Pan-Asian cooperation. His eyes widened like bells in a pool of blood, ending his life full of killing and crime.

In the distance, the building was glowing with flames.

"My subordinate is incompetent and came late. Please ask the Marshal to punish him." Standing behind Jiang Chen with his head bowed, Zhang Zhuo said with shame on his face.

"Please raise your head," Jiang Chen turned around and looked at Zhang Zhuo, who was blaming himself. "You have tried your best to break through the Russian defense line and get here in the shortest possible time. How could I bear to take my responsibility?" Venge your anger on your meritorious subordinates. So, raise your head."

Zhang Zhuo raised his head, his face extremely moved.

At this time, Lu Fan stepped forward and gave a military salute.

"The battle is over. It is confirmed that Yegor has been killed."

After hearing the news, Jiang Chen nodded.

"Where are Ding Liwei and Wan Peng? I'm more concerned about the whereabouts of these two guys."

"Ding Liwei has been confirmed to have died at the hands of a tank. Wan Peng's whereabouts are unknown and he is suspected to have escaped in the chaos." Lu Fan replied.

"Escaped?" Jiang Chen grinned, "Forget it, just run away. Most likely he won't be able to escape far."

After a moment of pause, Jiang Chen looked at Zhang Zhuo and ordered.

"Take some people down. Below the Eden Building is the legacy of Pan-Asian cooperation. All the dormant warehouses on the first floor are towed away, the resources on the third floor and the power armor on the fourth floor. Leave it alone on the fifth floor for now. In addition, Send two more people outside Line 0 and notify Han Junhua to send more people down."

"yes!"

Zhang Zhuo stood at attention and saluted, turned around and took the order and left.

Standing on the building, overlooking the city, Jiang Chen looked at it quietly for a long time.

"Lu Fan."

"Yes." Lu Fan replied quickly when he heard the marshal calling him.

"Get ready, we're going back."

"yes!"

As expected, it was already dawn outside. With so many things happening, the chaos in Shangjing City was finally coming to an end.

Jiang Chen suddenly felt very tired and just wanted to find a place to sleep.

It is best to sleep until dawn the next day.

"Remember your promise." Number x71291 whispered beside him.

"Don't worry, I understand the weight of the word commitment better than you." Jiang Chen shrugged.