Armor-Piercing Munition: Face Me, Carbon-Based Monster! Chapter 232 - 93: It’s All Ours!

In the first minute after Chen Jian gave the 5-minute deadline, all unmanned combat units had already entered combat readiness.

Drones took to the sky, scout and Iron Wolf combat robots dispersed to control key transport routes, Xingtian unmanned vehicles occupied vantage points, set up heavy firepower, and aid at the towering Holy Hall of the chanical God Sect.

In the second minute, all eight mbers of Chen Jian’s squad had fully equipped themselves and stepped out of the room, ignoring the Guard Brigade’s advice at the door, ready for battle.

In the third minute, electromagnetic shielding was established, cutting off all wireless communications across Jinling City, leaving the Guard Brigade without coordination.

In the fourth minute, bullets were chambered, paraters calibrated, and the battle was on the verge of breaking out.

At four and a half minutes, the Pope Saint, who rushed over from nearly a kiloter away at the Holy Hall, stumbled off the internal combustion vehicle, collapsing in front of Chen Jian and the others.

At this mont, he had lost all dignity, while the Archbishop standing beside him was sweating profusely, looking thoroughly embarrassed.

Chen Jian glanced at his watch, nodded slightly, and then issued the ceasefire order.

But even so, the vigilance of the unmanned combat unit cluster was not relaxed.

Countless infrared lasers locked onto the heads of the chanical God Sect mbers in the courtyard. If they dared to make any unusual moves at this ti, they would be t with a rciless bullet.

The so-called Saint was gasping heavily, wanting to speak but unable to utter a word for the mont.

And the people beside him didn’t know how to introduce him either.

This kind of eting process was sothing they had never experienced before, and in so sense, it was an enormous humiliation.

But what can you do?

These Huaxia Army, who could wipe out Huadu’s two thousand people within half an hour, could turn Jinling City into a living hell in five minutes!

No one could escape from their grasp, and before reinforcents arrived, their only option was to show weakness!

"I... I am the 89th Saint of the chanical God Sect... I am the lord of Jinling City..."

"I an no disrespect to you... nor to your Huaxia Army, I..."

"Na!"

Chen Jian interrupted the stamring self-introduction, coldly and indifferently staring into the other party’s eyes.

His entire head was covered by the exoskeletal helt, and the slightly flickering red light on the battlefield awareness system locked onto the Pope who was still lying on the ground, like the eyes of death.

The latter was stunned, not knowing how to respond.

It had been thirty years already.

Since he assud the title of "Pope Saint," no one knew his na anymore.

Even he had almost forgotten his own na.

Instead, he thought his na was the Saint.

But today, soone asked again.

His brain seed to short-circuit, and Chen Jian continued speaking:

"I won’t ask a third ti."

"Na!"

The Pope finally ca to his senses, struggled to stand up, and then answered:

"Jin Cheng, my na is Jin Cheng."

"Good, Jin Cheng."

Chen Jian nodded slightly, then asked:

"Do you know why we want you here?"

"...Please forgive , I really don’t know..."

Jin Cheng panted heavily, defending himself:

"As I said, neither I nor the chanical God Sect an any disrespect to you and your Huaxia Army."

"But the battle outside the city hasn’t ended, and the city is not yet stabilized. I thought your team would take a brief rest after entering the city."

"I had planned for the formal eting and talks to be arranged for tomorrow night. Today’s eting was supposed to be just a... friendly chat."

"Perhaps this caused a misunderstanding, and that’s our problem..."

"If you had this attitude earlier, you wouldn’t have been in such a miserable state now."

Chen Jian sneered slightly, then said:

"You’re right, we do need a brief rest in the city."

"There’s no need for the formal eting to be so rushed either."

"However, you should have proactively co to see . That’s basic etiquette."

"To , you are not any Pope or Saint."

"You are just the lord of a Jinling City on the brink of crisis, and we are your saviors who have just rescued you from dire straits."

"So now, do you know what you did wrong?"

"I understand..."

Jin Cheng nodded solemnly, with no trace of anger on his face, not even the slightest resentnt.

Either he truly believed he was wrong, giving up resistance in the face of overwhelming strength.

Or perhaps, this person was exceptionally deep-minded.

Chen Jian believed he was the latter.

After all, those who could rise to the top of the chanical God Sect weren’t re diocrities.

Thus, even in the face of the other’s submission, Chen Jian did not relax his vigilance in the slightest.

He simply continued to remain in a state of alert and then said:

"Before the formal eting, I need you to accomplish three things."

"First, announce to all the citizens of Jinling City that it was not the ’Supre Saint Eight One’ who defeated Huadu, but the Huaxia Army, a team that does not believe in the so-called God of All chanisms."

"You can describe us as allies, but do not let the people think we are on the sa side."

"Second, prepare all the materials needed for the subsequent negotiations and list all your bargaining chips in advance."

"We will not take everything from you, but in this large-scale battle, we have paid a considerable price, and I need you to offer compensation."