Chapter 884

"Any news?"

In the isolation hotel in area B of white city.

Leon's expression was a little worried. He paced back and forth in the windy room, and his high combat boots rattled on the floor.

"Not yet..."

The wind fell and shook his head.

"It's almost nightfall!"

Lyon raised his head, a pair of eyes that were originally very divine, revealing fatigue and a slightly impatient color.

Outside the window, a moon has appeared on the top of the snow peak on the edge of the sky. The area where the RAF Republic is located is in winter and the daytime is relatively short.

The leech has been cleared from here for seven hours.

Night will come again.

"At night, it should be more favorable for us."

The wind falls in the middle of the road.

In his mind, he recalled the dialogue between the "spade Jack" and the invisible force NPC heard by the reconnaissance beetle yesterday.

Their action plan happened to be tonight.

"What about the infected soldiers? Are they all right?"

Then the wind fell and asked Lyon.

"Fortunately, although two have a fever, the situation should not be very serious."

"However, if I wait another two hours, I'm afraid the virus can't be controlled!"

Leon looked worried.

"I still have two antiviral sera in my hand. Call them if necessary!"

Said the wind.

Previously, he had decided to take out all ten antiviral sera and use them for infected players and special soldiers.

However, considering what I said before, it depends on the player's performance to decide who to give antiviral serum.

Therefore, the final method of fengluo is to give serum according to the severity of the situation, and it adopts the method of several people playing one.

With this use, he still has two more in his hand.

However, if nothing happens outside, these two alone will not last long.

"Huh?"

Feng Luo was thinking so, and suddenly looked a little moved.

"Something's going on!"

After telling Lyon, fengluo's eyes quickly switched to the vision of a reconnaissance beetle.

This is a reconnaissance beetle hovering over the White City, above the slums in area D.

Compared with the incomparably noisy and lively after nightfall, all kinds of brightly lit areas a and B, there are many dim and dim lights here.

Because the public order is too chaotic at night, there are not many pedestrians on the streets of district d even at the beginning of the night.

That's why what happens below makes the wind feel abnormal.

From a warehouse like building in area D, a black truck with huge carriages drove out at this time.

After driving out of the warehouse, it then scattered towards the main road of the whole city.

There are ten such large black trucks, which are undoubtedly very conspicuous in Zone D at this time.

"What's inside?"

Fengluo's heart intuitively felt that there should be any problem.

So he commanded the reconnaissance beetle to quickly go down and catch up with a truck.

Then he landed in the car and wanted to go into the car to spy.

However, to the surprise of the wind, the tightness of the carriage of the truck was so good that it was impossible to find a small hole to enter in order to detect the size of the beetle.

"There must be a problem!"

However, this makes fengluo feel more problematic.

Because the sealing degree of the general carriage is so high that there is no gap at all.

Fengluo continued to direct the reconnaissance beetle to climb on the carriage. It took about five minutes, and finally there was a discovery.

On the chassis of this truck, there is a "red and white umbrella pattern".

"Umbrella company!"

When I saw this pattern, the truck had reached the edge of a leisure Square in area B, and then stopped.

The driver quickly put on his mask and left the car.

Compared with the deserted area D, area B, as the life of the rich and senior class in the whole city, is undoubtedly the busiest time at this time.

Above the square, many people are doing activities, walking or chatting, or sitting beside the central fountain to show their love.

Even on one side of the square.

There was also an NPC band performing, surrounded by hundreds of tourists and residents, one by one with fanatical faces, shouting loudly with loud music and white breath from time to time.

In this case, they didn't pay much attention to the large black truck parked next to them.

Even a few young people with hair dyed, tattoos and nose rings saw no one in the cab of the vehicle.

I climbed to the carriage of this truck through the front of the car, occupied the best viewing position, waved the beer bottle in my hand and continued to roar.

And no one noticed that it was in a hidden position in the cab.

At this time, a row of bright red "countdown" appears on the screen of a device, and now it has jumped to "200 seconds"!

At the same time, there is a fleet of seven luxury cars in area a, which is about two kilometers away from area B.

They are driving out of the presidential palace towards the luxury hotel not far away.

"Always stabilize the situation. All day, my mouth is dry..."

In the third car of the team, sitting in the back of the comfortable luxury energy car with automatic driving, the bald middle-aged head loosened his tie in suits and shoes and looked lazy.

"It's still the commander. You're good enough to make the cold faced female adjutant agree to our conditions."

An NPC negotiator sitting in front of him turned around and smiled similar to the little fat man.

"They just want to get some benefits, so they don't have the ability to really be hostile to our union..."

The tone of the bald middle-aged diplomatic head disdained.

"By the way, Captain Scott, they have..."

"I have asked the Federation to send medical experts to treat them early tomorrow morning... Fortunately, they did not start with the people of the RAF Republic. Otherwise, today's negotiations are expected to be more difficult."

The bald middle-aged regimental commander looked at him when he heard the speech.

He blamed the man for his lack of eyesight.

He said some bad words directly.

Those big soldiers are infected with a deadly infectious virus!

Should he go to the people of the RAF Republic and tell them to stay in luxury hotels and stay with them, the main force of negotiations after a hard day?

Moreover, this real male secretary is far less attractive than the "female secretary" arranged by the secret service.

"Can you tell their leaders to transfer her secretary to the diplomatic corps..."

The bald middle-aged diplomatic head thought to himself.