Boom!!
Black Port City, within the underground base.
A piercing muffled explosion sounded, and the entirely blue tal-transford body shivered.
Crack crack crack!
Ear-piercing shattering sounds rang out continuously, the tal mask on his face receded like a tide, revealing wide, trembling brown eyes.
Lowering his head slightly, the sturdy star-level Vajra had sohow developed cracks, with a giant hole opened in the middle of the chest.
Shattered chanical components were exposed, entering his line of sight.
He saw sparks jump and clearly felt all the body functions rapidly decline.
"You..."
Opening his mouth, he watched as a flesh-and-blood hand withdrew from his chest.
A masked stranger stood opposite him, while the corpses of other transford people lay nearby.
"What the hell are you..."
Roar!!
A brown force exploded brilliantly, resembling a lion’s roar echoing in the ears.
The body of the Flying General-level transford security leader shattered, as the masked Yang Wudi’s eyes deepened.
"Hoo."
Exhaling a mouthful of turbid air, he surveyed the surrounding environnt.
The alloy walls were full of torn indentations and fist marks, with many craters on the ground.
All security had been neutralized, making the entire tal base seem empty and quiet at this mont.
"How are you?"
Selin’s concerned voice ca through the communication headset, and Yang Wudi inhaled deeply, suppressing the disturbance of his qi and blood.
"No real problems."
He spoke softly, looking at the many chanical remnants and charred components on the ground.
A Flying General-level transford leader, along with nurous security personnel, as well as infrared and laser energy weapons defending the location.
These defensive thods were not lacking in rigor.
Even though comparable to a Peak Flying General, breaking into this place required considerable effort and was quite exhausting.
In a mont.
He adjusted his breathing to suppress discomfort.
Yang Wudi stepped forward and opened the last secret room of the base.
Empty and devoid of any signs of personnel.
"No one?"
Selin, using communication devices, saw the situation here; although anticipated, she still felt a bit disappointed.
"The Lute family really knows how to hide."
With so resignation, she imdiately discussed subsequent actions with Yang Wudi.
Han Mingchuan’s search needed to proceed quickly, having finished investigating this base naturally required a new target.
"Hmm?"
Soon, her eyes moved.
Speaking, Selin’s tone suddenly paused.
Standing on a rooftop in the city’s high-rise district, she looked far away.
That was the direction of the northern district of Black Port City, where Iphia was currently investigating.
Floating steps layered and paved, within the city a flying car descended.
It seed calm, but.
Buzz!!
As if smoke filled the air, a dazzling flash of fire erged and vanished.
Rapidly rising magnetic field energy levels transford into invisible ripples, extinguishing one suspended advertisent projection after another without a trace.
In a trance, it appeared as though figures were flying across the sky and ground, akin to rockets, spewing tail flas in a hurry.
In just a few breaths, a huge sound erupted from Black Port City’s northern district, plunging it into brief chaos.
"What’s going on?"
Selin asked in shock and doubt, quickly trying to connect with Iphia’s communications.
Soon, she heard the other party’s voice trembling in response.
"Apparently... sothing’s happened!"
....
"Since both of us have reservations about the terms, let’s discuss them later."
"I see it’s getting late; perhaps you all might take a break."
At the sa ti, negotiations at the Congress Palace ended unhappily.
The gloomy sky was thick with clouds; the Red Country envoy strode out, politely declining an invitation to the Old Covenant Faction’s dinner, and left the white marble pillars and palace gates.
A group of white-suited people stood on either side of the buildings, stretching from the castle corridor all the way to the square.
Golden Flying Eagle and the crimson Flags of two extres continued to wave, and Chairman Li Yun once again politely declined Moke’s invitation.
"Moke’s good intentions are understood by us."
"Regrettably, today’s discussions need to be promptly reported to Red Capital; we ask for forgiveness."
With a maintaining smile on an elderly face, Chairman Li Yun restrained emotion as he respectfully spoke.
Upon hearing this, Moke stopped urging, and a congressman gestured, arranging for Director Lai’er and others to escort along the route.
Tap tap!
Imdiately, footsteps began to sound in succession, as the Red Country embassy’s personnel stepped out one after another.
The white jade steps were tread layer by layer, just as they had been when arriving earlier.
Military escorts and Chi General Guard security flanked and accompanied them, protecting Chairman Li Yun and other core mbers of the envoy as they boarded the motorcade.
"It seems the situation is not great."
Upon entering the car, Chairman Li Yun imdiately restrained his smile, speaking seriously.
Negotiations had stalled, it was clear the Old Covenant Faction had a private arrangent with the New Alliance, resolute in delaying matters concerning Han Mingchuan.
And yet, even up to this mont.
Wang Cheng had left for several hours, yet information regarding the suspected sighting of Han Mingchuan remained unverified.
"I feel sothing’s off."
Chairman Li Yun remarked again, looking outside the window.
Director Lai’er and other foreign office personnel had already boarded the vehicle ahead, leading the escort.
White-suited security personnel surrounded the congressman, watching them leave without a hint of hindrance or interference.
Even Wang Cheng’s departure had gone unchallenged.
"Do you think it’s a diversionary tactic?"
Chen Feng asked calmly.
A faint malice existed in his Perception within, glancing sideways as he noticed New Alliance mbers at the Congress Palace restrained their emotions, fists clenched as they watched.
Derision, cold smiles, anticipation...
Nurous negative thoughts hinted at sothing amiss, as if confident they would encounter so events.
Especially Andre, whose face was gloomy, cold and mocking eyes full of jeers, just like during the first eting at the port, believing he controlled the scene, victory assured.
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