Chapter 885 Rats Take to the Streets

Rockefeller Building, top floor conference room.

The members looked at the surveillance screen, which showed the soldiers fighting until the last moment, firing the last bullet and fighting the sea beast with knives, with smiles on their lips.

"They are all good soldiers."

"Hahaha, that's right." Mr. Carnegie laughed, "I almost thought they were going to betray collectively, that's right! The high pensions and high military pay we gave them were not in vain."

"It's just a bit of a loss." Mr. Roosevelt sighed with some regret: "I didn't expect that there were some gods inside. I had known this..."

The old man sitting at the head waved his hand: "It's okay. Once this incident comes out, we will have more gods."

As he spoke, he looked at the assistant beside him: "Currently, how many god-gods have been arrested by the military in the shelter?"

Everything in the shelter cannot escape the eyes of Jishihui.

Because this is the area they control.

"Twelve." The assistant nodded and said softly: "Nine are because their family members are among the 50 million refugees, and the other three are because their family members are among the soldiers. They are in the live broadcast. Saw it..."

"Yes. After being arrested by the military, treat them well and don't treat them roughly." The old man nodded: "Wait until the battle is over, Mike, you go and talk to them."

"Do you know how to talk?"

Mike was stunned for a moment: "I'm not sure what you mean."

"It's actually not difficult to make them loyal to us. Let me point you in the direction." The old man smiled: "Let them know what we have done, let them know our dedication and efforts, and let them know that it all depends on us. , only everyone can survive...Although we sacrificed some people and gave up some people, we had no choice but to let more people survive."

"I understand." Mike nodded.

When Mike said this, he asked Paul to light a cigarette and silently glanced at the exquisite pendulum clock from the 16th century placed on the soft burgundy carpet.

"Click, click."

The pendulum swayed, the second hand moved gently, and there was a clear but low sound of gears.

"puff."

Mike exhaled a puff of smoke and watched the minute hand approaching a certain time point second by second. His eyes were slightly nervous and uneasy, and his hands in his coat pockets were shaking more and more.

Behind the Steel Gate.

In the second combat area, the soldiers stood under the searchlights, listening nervously to the voices coming from behind the door.

Because the steel gate is so thick, all sounds seem to have been blurred.

They only faintly heard the gunshots behind the door gradually stop, and the noise fell into silence.

"It seems that the combat mission in the first combat area is over." A soldier said with some envy, sweat flowing on his face, holding a cold firearm.

"We can go back and collect the bonus right away."

"I really envy my brother. He has already finished fighting. Well, my brother is in the first combat area."

suddenly.

"boom!"

There was a dull crashing sound from the second steel door.

The ground seemed to be shaking.

The faces of the soldiers behind the door suddenly became nervous, and they all clenched their guns.

"Combat Area 2, prepare for battle!" The commander picked up the walkie-talkie and shouted loudly.

After speaking, he looked at the backs of the soldiers in front of him with complex eyes, and suddenly smiled: "Everyone, the brothers in combat area No. 1 have completed their mission and evacuated safely."

"Now, it's our turn!"

"Use all your strength to shoot out all the bullets!"

"The evacuation channel is ready. When the battle is over and the bonuses are collected, I'll treat everyone to steak!"

"Haha, sir, you are so awesome!"

The soldiers' faces relaxed and they felt less nervous. Some soldiers were already imagining the scene of meeting and hugging their girlfriends back home.

"boom!"

"boom!"

Amid the terrifying crashing sounds, behind the dented steel door, these warriors were full of hope, holding their guns firmly in their eyes, staring at the door that was being knocked by gods and monsters.

After emergency treatment and recovery, Little John and Nicole stood in the military formation again and took a deep breath.

Little John touched the photo in his arms and said to the commander on the side: "Uncle, the commander just now forgot to give me his contact information...Uncle, after the battle is over, can you help me find that commander?"

"Haha, yes." The commander of the second combat area smiled and nodded, patting Little John's head: "After the battle, uncle will help you find him."

"Um."

"boom!!!"

The steel door experienced several collisions, and after holding firm for more than ten minutes, it finally burst open.

"Roar!!"

The sea beasts roared, and the dense monsters roared and rushed against the searchlights!

"kill!"

"Ta-ta-ta-ta!"

"boom!"

The laser-guided automatic machine gun on the wall was running wildly. The soldiers roared and pulled the trigger, and the cannon eggs and bullets rushed away!

There were even tanks that rammed away and wrestled with those sea beasts!

"boom!!"

The steel mechas were all activated, blocking the front under the cover of fire, colliding with sea beasts and gods.

Countless noisy sounds were like a song, a song of iron and blood, a song of humans and gods, a song of guns and roses, resounding in this passage.

And just when the battle was fierce, the gods broke into the second steel gate and prepared to advance layer by layer.

On the contrary, it was extremely normal in the shelter.

The workers were still at work, and people were coming and going on the streets. It was just an ordinary day for them, but everyone had a hint of nervousness in their eyes and looked in the direction of the Steel Gate from time to time.

But thinking of the terrifying three hundred and fifty-six steel gates, everyone felt that there was nothing to worry about.

Below the Rockefeller Tower, the streets are lined with bright neon lights and luxury high-end shops.

The streets were filled with well-dressed consortium members, rich people living in high-end shelters, wearing expensive clothes, and coming here to shop.

Occasionally, there are some poor people who come from the lower city area with a smelly smell, and their eyes are particularly narrow, carefully looking at the exquisite food and goods in the shops that are not meant to serve them.

And on both sides of the bustling street.

Dark alley.

"Click."

A manhole cover was gently pushed open from the bottom up.

A middle-aged man with a resolute face wearing a gray work uniform quickly emerged from inside, carrying a bit of the mud and stench of sewers, and looked around nervously.

After finding no one there, he made an OK gesture downwards.

"Exit No. 1, confirm it's safe."

Immediately, he quickly walked out of the alley, squatted on the side of the road unnoticed, lit a cigarette and looked around.

A person like him is like a dirty rat on this street, and he is indeed unnoticed. Some members of the consortium passing by him were discussing the profits of the project plan without bothering to look at him. Occasionally, they would Everyone who passed him quickly covered their noses and left.

The middle-aged man was carrying a long cloth bag on his back. People passing by looked at him suspiciously and stopped being suspicious when they saw that what was exposed was a shovel.