"Any news?"
In the sky, the sun has set, in the isolation hotel in Area B of the White City.
Leon's expression was slightly anxious as he paced back and forth in Feng Luo's room, his combat boots making a sound on the floor.
"not yet… "
Feng Luo shook his head.
"It's almost nightfall!"
Leon raised his head, a pair of eyes that were originally very energetic revealed a look of exhaustion.
Outside the window, a moon has appeared on the top of the snow peak at the edge of the sky. The area where the Rav Republic is located is in winter, and the daylight hours are relatively short.
Six or seven hours have passed since they cleaned up the tyrant leeches and were imprisoned here.
Dark night is coming again.
"It's better for us at night."
Feng Luo said.
In his mind, he recalled the conversation between "Jack of Spades" and the invisible Force NPC that Scout Beetle heard yesterday.
Their plan of action is exactly tonight.
"How are they doing? Are they okay..."
Later, Feng Luo asked Leon again.
"Fortunately, although two of them have fever, the situation should not be serious yet."
"However, if we wait two hours, I think the virus may not be under control!"
Leon looked worried.
"I still have two anti-viral serums in my hand. Give them some injections if necessary!"
Feng Luo said.
He originally decided to take out ten anti-viral serums for use by infected players and federal special forces.
However, considering what I said before, it depends on the performance of the players to decide who should be given the anti-viral serum.
Therefore, Feng Luo finally decided to give the serum according to the severity of the situation, and used one dose for several people.
In this case, there are still two left in hand.
However, if nothing happens outside, then these two teams alone will definitely not be able to hold on for long.
"Um?"
Just as Feng Luo was thinking this, his expression suddenly changed.
"There's a situation!"
After saying something to Leon, Feng Luo's eyes quickly switched to the view of a scout beetle.
This is a reconnaissance beetle suspended above the White City, located above the slums in Area D.
Compared to Area A and Area B, which are extremely prosperous as soon as night falls and are brightly lit, the lights here are much dimmer.
Because it was too chaotic at night, there were not many pedestrians on the street at this time of night.
Because of this, the situation discovered below made Feng Luo feel abnormal.
From a warehouse-like location in Area D, black trucks with huge carriages drove out.
After driving out of the warehouse, they then dispersed towards the main roads of the entire city.
There are ten large trucks of this kind, and they are undoubtedly very conspicuous in the rather deserted D-area.
"What's inside?"
Feng Luo intuitively felt in his heart that there must be a problem.
He directed the scout beetle to move downward quickly and caught up with a truck.
Then he landed on the car and wanted to go inside to do some reconnaissance.
However, what surprised Feng Luo was that the sealing of the truck's compartment was so good that even with the size of the beetle, it was impossible to find a small hole.
"There must be something wrong!"
However, this made Feng Luo feel that something was wrong.
Because, how can the sealing degree of an ordinary car be so strong
Feng Luo continued to direct the scout beetle to crawl on top of the carriage. It took him about five minutes before he finally made a discovery.
On the chassis of this truck, there is a "red and white umbrella-shaped pattern" printed on it.
"Umbrella Corporation!"
When he saw this pattern, the truck had already arrived at the edge of a leisure square in Area B and stopped.
The driver above, wearing a hat and a mask to cover his face, turned around, got out of the car, and left in a hurry.
Compared to District D, which is quite deserted, District B, where the city's wealthy and high-class people live, is undoubtedly the most lively at this time.
On the square, many people were active at this time, walking or chatting, or sitting by the central fountain to show their affection.
Even, on one side of the square.
There seemed to be an NPC band performing, surrounded by hundreds of tourists and residents, all of them with enthusiastic faces, shouting loudly along with the loud music and the white air that came out from time to time.
In this case, they didn't pay much attention to the large truck that stopped next to them.
There were even a few young men with dyed hair and nose rings who saw no one in the cab of the vehicle.
He climbed up to the cabin of the truck through the front of the car, occupying the best viewing position, waving the beer bottle in his hand and continuing to roar.
And no one noticed it, in a hidden position in the cab.
At this time, there was a device on which a row of bright red "countdowns" appeared, and it had now jumped to "200 seconds"!
At the same time, somewhere in Area A, about two kilometers away from Area B, there was a fleet of seven luxury energy vehicles.
It was driving out of the Presidential Palace and heading towards the luxury hotel not far away.
"The situation has finally been stabilized. For the whole day, my mouth was dry..."
In the middle of the convoy, the bald leader was sitting in the back row of a self-driving, comfortable luxury energy car. He loosened his suit and tie, looking too lazy to move.
"Captain, you are so good that you can make that cold-faced female adjutant agree to our conditions."
A negotiator sitting in front turned around and said with a smile similar to that of a fat man.
"They just want to get some benefits. If they don't have the ability, they are really hostile to our federation..."
The bald, middle-aged head of the diplomatic mission had some disdain in his tone.
"By the way, Captain, Captain Scott and Link are there..."
"I have asked the federation to send medical experts over, and I will be able to treat them early tomorrow morning... Fortunately, they did not take action with the people from the Rav Republic. Otherwise, today's negotiations will probably be even more difficult."
When the bald middle-aged leader heard this, he glared at him and then said.
He somewhat blamed this subordinate for his lack of vision.
There were some things he couldn't say directly.
Those big-headed soldiers were infected with a deadly infectious virus!
Could it be that he was asked to tell the people of the Rav Republic to let them stay in a luxury hotel with them, the main force in the negotiations after a tiring day
"Moreover, this real male secretary is far less eye-catching than the 'female secretary' assigned to him by the Secret Service."
"Can you tell their leaders to transfer her secretary to the diplomatic corps..."
The bald middle-aged diplomatic leader thought to himself.