"The rescue plane is coming!"
On the third floor platform of the hotel, under the protection of two assessment players who had lost their qualifications for job transfer, they looked at Feng Luo and his group with complicated expressions.
The son of a federal congressman, a second-generation official named Jin, poked his head out with excitement.
"Master, now you are safe!"
The rich second generation No. 3, who was protected by NPC bodyguards with half of them injured, also looked at the sky with a happy face.
"finally reached!"
Next to the girl NPC named "Elizabeth" who was brought back by Feng Luo and the others, there was a middle-aged NPC bodyguard with only one hand left, and his lips that had lost too much blood also murmured.
"Here, here!"
After the middle-aged white NPC who captured the intelligence brought the last rich second generation to the hotel.
He rushed to the rooftop platform of the hotel and used his agent watch to shoot a strong beam of light, forming an eye-catching guidance pattern between the air and the ground.
“Looking at their reactions, it’s really lively!”
When the hotel side was doing these things, the rebels on the opposite side did not stop them.
However, he was not idle either.
Jack of Spades looked coldly at the chaotic crowd in the hotel.
The remaining dozen assessment players were injecting medicine into their bodies and taking out their weapons to prepare for battle.
And those infected bodies controlled by Qisha have gathered more and more around the hotel, completely blocking the roads on three sides of the hotel.
Particularly eye-catching among these infected bodies were more than ten leader-level tyrants or corruptors.
"Not just three sides, but a fourth side."
"This hotel is on the edge of the city. If you can control the infected bodies to go to the back of the hotel and completely block their escape route, then what you have to do in a while will be simpler."
Jack of Spades looked at the snow-capped mountain road behind the hotel that reflected silver in the moonlight, his eyes flickering.
"Can't do it!"
"These infected bodies are not truly unconscious. It's just that the parasites in their bodies suppress their instincts. The infected bodies will still be repelled by extremely harsh environments such as snow-capped mountains."
"And the distance is too far, so I can't guarantee that they will be obedient."
"If the tyrant leech here had not been killed, I would have given it a try, but this tyrant leech has been eliminated."
"Speaking of which, your partner is not very reliable..."
"Although these people from the federal camp were imprisoned, they chose a place that could not be completely surrounded. In addition, more than one tyrant leech was killed after the plan started!"
Qisha shook his head, and a hoarse voice came from under the mask.
"There are no absolutely reliable partners in this world, only absolute interests."
"Like now, due to various reasons, the number of people infected is likely to exceed the original plan. One of my partners may have become furious in her office at this time!"
"I don't know if the death girl's operation is going well, if it can make the president who has escaped the danger of his life sleep forever."
"Perhaps, our acting president can accept this fact."
Spade Jie said this calmly.
There was a flash of light in his eyes.
It sounds like this is talking about "that" partner, but obviously it also applies to "this" partner.
Under the current situation, the federal camp undoubtedly regarded Qisha and him as a group.
But little did they know that the two of them were actually just partners, not the same gang.
Jack of Spades and the other players are the rebels, but Seven Kills actually represents the Umbrella Corporation.
Although the interests of the umbrella company and the rebel camp are now very consistent, there is a lot of cooperation.
However, just as Tatrina isolated and imprisoned the federal people, she chose a place where they could not be completely surrounded.
Since the Umbrella Company can cooperate with the rebels because of interests, it is obvious that it may also cooperate with the federation because of consistent interests.
Witnessing this scene, the biochemical virus spread throughout a city with a population of one million in just a few hours, and the powerful combat effectiveness displayed after controlling these mutated and powerful infected bodies and turning them into a "biochemical army"!
Let Jack of Spades realize that although Umbrella Company is just a "company", it undoubtedly has the real ability to cooperate with the rebels.
Fortunately, this ability to control infected bodies does not seem to be truly without weaknesses.
In particular, the person who controls the infected body is itself a "weakness"!
…
The rescue plane was very fast.
It took only about two minutes to fly over the White City. It was a wing-shaped aircraft that could take off and land vertically.
Because there is a helipad next to this villa hotel.
Therefore, soon, the black wing-shaped aircraft came down with the sound of energy engine!
"Wow!"
After landing, the bilge of the rear half of the aircraft opened, forming a passage.
Ten NPCs walked out, holding high-end and technological-looking energy weapons in their hands, armed to the teeth, and wearing gas masks.
There are even two electromagnetic cannon-like things mounted on the left and right sides of the hatch, each controlled by an armed NPC.
"I am Kim Ri Eun, you are sent here by my father, right?"
The second-generation rich man surnamed Jin, protected by two players and ten NPC soldiers, occupied the best position on the apron.
When the plane opened, I couldn't wait to take a group of people on it.
"Elizabeth, William Bush, Hayashi Ichiro, Kim Il-eun... of the people on the list, each person can only bring a maximum of four people on board."
"And, except for yourselves. Anyone with obvious injuries must first be injected with a strong sedative if they want to go."
The person who spoke was the last person to step off the cabin of the plane.
He was also fully armed, but did not wear a gas mask on his face.
A face as cold as a knife, with eyes that were inhumane, swept around the crowd.
"What?"
"Only five!"
"No, I have eight bodyguards."
As soon as these words came out, many of the people waiting present changed their expressions, and Rich Second Generation No. 3 couldn't help but cry out with his brows.
"You have three minutes to decide who can leave. When the time is up, take off immediately."
The NPC man with a stern face ignored him at all and said coldly.
This man was a bit unexpectedly unkind. The second-generation rich man surnamed Jin tried to use his father's identity to suppress others, but he only received a cold and indifferent expression.
After a minute of wasted time, there was finally the sound of an argument on the tarmac.
"Ah Huo, please stay!"
"Why? I won't stay. In this situation, whoever stays will die!"
"I'm willing to give you half of the money in my account, as long as you let me board the plane."
"Who wants money? What's the use of asking for money if you die?"
"Mike, how could you do this! Have you forgotten who saved you from the gunpoint that time?"
"Poppy, you were injured in something you did before. How can you protect the young master if you can't hold a gun with your hand? Of course you stay..."
The main quarrel occurred between the second-generation rich man named Jin and the second-generation rich man named No. 3.
After all, the remaining three rescue targets.
Except for the No. 1 target rescued by Feng Luo and the others, they were all just one person.
Moreover, there was one who was driven a little crazy by the light armor warrior No. 19.
The other one was infected. Although he was given anti-viral serum, he was already in a coma and was naturally unable to take care of him.
Even, even in a coma.
At this time, an NPC armed man stabbed a needle in his neck, injected a gray potion into his body, and then lifted it up directly.
"hateful!"
Since the time was only three minutes, the argument over who left and who stayed came to an end very quickly.
The four NPC bodyguards who were decisively abandoned by the rich second generation No. 3 because they were injured, even though each of them looked angry, but under the circumstances of suppressing the number of armed personnel on these planes and targeting heavy weapons, Don't dare to make mistakes.
"It's all this guy's fault!"
However, I don’t know what came to mind.
They all stared at the Caucasian NPC from the Intelligence Bureau, with a fierce look in their eyes.
"Brother Link, do you want to go back? I can take three more people!"
At this time, Elizabeth, the second-generation rich girl with a mixed-race appearance, took the initiative to walk up to Feng Luo and the others.
"Thank you, we won't need it. Please help bring them two back."
Feng Luo pointed to the side, where two injured NPC soldiers who had fallen into a coma were being supported by the special forces.
Before Leon left, he promised to let the remaining NPC soldiers follow the plane back.
But now, it seems that it can't be done.
However, being able to bring these two seriously injured people back was an explanation to Lyon.
"In addition, there is still a quota, which one of you wants to go back?"
Feng Luo looked at the few remaining NPC agents and soldiers in this team and said.
"Old Mu, go back! You are going to get married soon. I have prepared the gift. It is on the second floor of my box. If I can't come back by then, you can get it yourself."
"Besides, if my sister-in-law gives birth to a son in the future, just let me be the godfather!"
"You are the one who should go back. You are the only son of your parents. An only son should not take on such a mission, do you know that?"
"Ade..."
"roll!"
Compared to the quarrels between the bodyguards of the rich second generation No. 3.
The several haggard-looking NPC agents and soldiers on Feng Luo's side were silent for a while, then laughed and cursed at each other.
Finally, a soldier who was the youngest and only son was forcibly pushed onto the plane by several other people with tears on his face.
"Bang!"
However, at this moment, there was a loud noise.
I saw that the door to the tarmac was smashed open, and a group of people were rushing out of the passage and rushing towards the plane!
"Please let me go up, I am willing to pay. 10 million, I am willing to pay 10 million to buy a place!"
“My uncle is a council member of Washington City, my uncle is a council member of Washington City!”
"Why can they go in, but we can't? I'm a federal citizen, so am I!"
"Let my daughter go up. If I don't want to go up, give way..."
These people are men and women, old and young.
The rest were tourists and residents of the White City.
They had obviously heard the sound of the plane landing a long time ago, but because they were isolated in an area, they could not come in at first.
However, now I don’t know how to break through the isolation.
And having so many people together undoubtedly gave them the courage to face the gunshots of the armed men who immediately turned around.
Still unwilling to give up the machine gun leaving the White City!
"Let my daughter go up, let my daughter go up..."
A middle-aged man holding a little girl about seven or eight years old rushed to the front of the crowd.
He was covered in sweat, and the neat clothes that were supposed to belong to the upper-class elite were all messy and embarrassed by the crowd, but he had an anxious look on his face and rushed this way desperately, shouting.
"boom."
There was a gunshot.
"Whoever comes one step closer will be punished."
The face of the armed NPC without a mask was still stern.
It was in sharp contrast to the corpse of the middle-aged man who suddenly fell to the ground after the gunshot, the bullet rushed out from behind his chest, and was bleeding out.