The headquarters base group is like a silent black mountain, shrouded in deathly silence. The open-air places are full of abandoned and unmanned vehicles. The pungent smell of fuel and gunpowder smoke mixes. The gaps in the windows of the buildings reveal countless wooden and confused faces.

Eyes, all the remaining soldiers were hiding in the building, and the atmosphere was gloomy and gloomy.

Although the encircling troops of the Six Nations cannot be seen at the end of the horizon, everyone knows that countless missiles have locked onto the headquarters base group and will hit their heads at any time, turning into fireworks that soar into the sky, burning them up and purifying everything.

No one knows what the future destiny will be.

Everything depends on Germination's final decision, surrender, and maybe a glimmer of hope.

After all, not everyone accepts death.

In the control room of the underground headquarters, the current situation is displayed on the screen. The blue bud represents only the lonely headquarters, while the red of the Six Nations is spread all over the rest of the continent, with no way out.

The masked leader stood at the front with his hands behind his hands, looking at the screen silently. All the senior officials behind him quietly exchanged glances. No one spoke, and the silence was eerie.

"What are your plans?" a senior executive said hesitantly.

The leader closed his eyes and waited for everyone to become anxious, then said hoarsely: "Launch all nuclear bombs."

All the senior officials were shocked, and a powerful bald senior executive couldn't help but said: "The six countries have locked us, and it is no longer possible to die together. This is suicide!"

"What, you want to beg for mercy from the Six Kingdoms?" The leader's tone was unwavering, "Don't forget what Germination was built for. There is no defeat, only death."

All the high-ranking officials are those who hate the Six Nations and are subjugated, but not all of them can remain unwavering in the face of death. Moreover, in their view, it is completely futile to commit suicide. Even if the Six Nations' promise to surrender without killing is not credible, there is still a chance.

It's better than no hope.

"I disagree." The bald senior executive stood up and shouted.

The leader turned around, his sinister eyes swept across the faces, and said calmly: "You, or you?"

Some of the senior officials looked at each other without compromise, and some lowered their heads, but without exception, they all responded with silence.

Faced with life and death, differences arose between the leader and all senior leaders, as if a gap opened between the two sides.

"What if I insist?" the leader said calmly.

The bald executive said solemnly: "Launching a nuclear bomb requires two special keys, system permissions, your fingerprints and diaphragms. You have the permissions, but you only have one key, and the other one is on the deputy commander. He is standing here with us.

side."

The leader glanced around, "Where are the others?"

"Of course I'm not here, I won't give you any chance."

The leader shook his head, "It seems that you have already made your decision privately."

"Don't be impulsive. We still have a chance to make a comeback. Don't die in vain..." the bald-headed senior executive persuaded. After saying a few words, he suddenly paused and his eyes widened in disbelief. As he spoke, the leader slowly

He took out two password keys for launching nuclear bombs from his pocket, including the key that should have belonged to the deputy commander.

"You, how did you..."

"Oh my god, put it down quickly!"

"Why are you here with the key?!"

"Where's the deputy commander?"

The expressions of the senior officials changed dramatically, their words were incoherent, and there was a commotion.

The leader grasped the key and remained silent.

"Hand over the keys, we can't let you do whatever you want." The bald executive tried his best to control the muscles on his face so as not to show an expression of anger and panic. His voice was trembling, and his other hand was quietly behind his back to gesture.

The leader shook his head, looked at everyone indifferently, and said calmly: "Melgao, you contacted Hongfeng privately five days ago. Doromande, Oudifenna and you reached some small agreements, and Rinu and Ruilan promised to provide you with

Protect……"

He called the names of most of the people present at once, and faced the astonished faces of everyone, and said slowly: "The outcome after your surrender will naturally be different from that of other budding warriors, so there is no need to be righteous, just do whatever you want.

"

The expressions on the faces of the senior executives were uncertain, and the fear of being seen through rose up in their bones.

Although the former leader was intimidating, they could still make some rough guesses. However, since the war situation collapsed, the leader has become increasingly unclear. No one knows what he is thinking... To be precise, No. 0 escaped.

After the encirclement, the leader changed.

As if it had become an impenetrable deep pool, and the battle situation was losing ground, he was always as calm as water, as if the desperate situation could not arouse the slightest anger in him.

The door opened, dozens of executives walked in, silently surrounded the leader, and the senior officials retreated.

These executives are all their people. Since the war began, Germination Executives have suffered heavy casualties, and the senior officials have consciously protected their direct forces. In a big force, everyone has their own secret calculations and private power. Germination's cohesion comes from hatred.

, rather than being loyal to a specific person.

No one spoke anymore, the bald senior executives winked, and the executives were ready to take action, all kinds of powers and arrogance lit up.

In the colorful light, the leader sighed.

"I'll take you to see the deputy commander."

…

Far away from the headquarters is the joint position of the six countries. Countless armed forces are on standby. Fighter groups carrying missiles are hovering in the sky. The roar of engines cuts through the sky. Sound waves and vibrations sweep across the tents and vehicle armor plates on the ground.

Shaking slightly.

The ground missile vehicle is in a ready state for launch at any time. Various satellites and detection devices are always paying attention to the missile silo and air conditions at the headquarters. Once something dark rises into the sky, it can be intercepted as soon as possible and detonated in the air.

And used the last resort to use all the missiles to turn the Germination headquarters into scorched earth.

In the combat conference room, representative officers from each of the six countries gathered together, waiting anxiously.

"There are still seven hours, thirty-two minutes and fifty-two minutes before the ultimatum. One second, and Germination has not responded yet." Officer Hongfeng kept looking at the clock.

"I think the ultimatum should be extended to allow the sprouts to think twice and not to take hasty and reckless actions," said Odifena's representative.

No one paid attention to him.

Officer Ruilan said with a cold face: "We have contacted the four senior leaders of Germination privately. The last message we sent back was that they are trying to persuade the leader of Germination."

Other countries secretly nodded, and they all made the same move. Faced with this desperate situation, many senior leaders knew the current affairs and were willing to make deals in exchange for safety.

The conditions of the Six Nations are naturally to require Mei Ya to surrender, and letting the hostages survive is naturally the best result.

"It's been one hour and twenty minutes since the last call, and there's still no new news."

"Keep waiting, we have time."

Military officers from all over the world discussed it one after another. The current situation is like this. They are in an invincible position and have been given a choice. All they can do is wait.

Officer Hai Xia pondered: "Who is the leader of Germination? According to the information on the dark web, the leader of Germination comes from the destroyed Gelan. The predecessor of the Geran organization is Ming Mok. We have read all the files, but we can never find the leader of Germination.

His exact identity..."

Bennett handed over the information found by Hannis to the Six Nations, thinking that with the power of the Six Nations, he should be able to find more details. However, the Six Nations were unable to do anything about it. The budding leader was like a ghost without a past, with a backlog.

There are no records in the mountains of files and documents, and that's all the information Hannis found.

"Isn't Gelan destroyed by your Rui Lan? Do you have any information?" Officer Xinglong asked.

Officer Ruilan shook his head, "We even checked the list of civilians who received and executed the Gelan people that year, and none of them matched. We sent people from home to visit the original Gelan area, but still found nothing... I doubt whether the information on the dark web is true.

."
Chapter completed!