Fatal Shot Chapter 882: Black truck

"Any news?"

In the isolation hotel in District B of the White City.

Lyon's expression was a little anxious, and he paced back and forth in Feng Luo's room, his high combat boots hitting the floor loudly.

"Not yet..."

Feng Luo shook his head.

"It's almost nightfall!"

Lyon raised his head, a pair of originally very energetic eyes revealed tiredness and a little impatience.

Outside the window, on the top of the snowy peak at the edge of the sky, a moon has already appeared. The area where the Lav Republic is located is in winter, and the daylight hours are relatively short.

Seven hours have passed since they cleaned up the tyrant leeches and were imprisoned here.

The night is coming again.

"At night, it should be more beneficial to us."

Feng Luo said in the middle of his mouth.

In his mind, he recalled the conversation between "Jack of Spades" and the invisible Force NPC that the scouting beetle heard yesterday.

Their action plan happened to be tonight.

"How are the infected soldiers, okay?"

Afterwards, Feng Luo asked Leon again.

"Fortunately, although two of them have a fever, the situation should not be very serious."

"However, if I wait another two hours, I think the virus will be out of control!"

Lyon looked worried and authentic.

"I still have two antiviral serums in my hand, give them some if necessary!"

Feng Luo said.

He originally decided to take out all ten antiviral serums and give them to the infected players and special soldiers.

However, considering what I said before, it depends on the player's performance to decide who to give the antiviral serum.

So, in the end, Feng Luo decided to give serum according to the severity of the situation, and he used the method of several people working together to fight one.

With such use, he still has two spares in his hand.

However, if there is no further situation outside, then only these two will definitely not be able to last for a long time.

"Huh?"

Feng Luo was thinking this in his heart when his expression suddenly changed.

"There is a situation!"

After telling Leon, Feng Luo's eyes quickly switched to the vision of a scout beetle.

This is a reconnaissance beetle hovering over the White City, above the slums in Area D.

Compared to District A and District B, which are extremely noisy and lively after nightfall, with all kinds of bright lights, the lights here are dim and dim.

Because the law and order were too chaotic at night, there were not many pedestrians on the street in District D at this early night.

Because of this, what happened below made Feng Luo feel strange.

From a warehouse-like building in District D, black trucks with huge carriages drove out at this time.

After driving out of the warehouse, they then scattered towards the main road of the whole city.

There are ten of these large black trucks, and they are undoubtedly very conspicuous in the D area at this time.

"What's in it?"

Feng Luo intuitively felt that there should be something wrong with this.

So he commanded the scout beetle to go down quickly, and caught up with a truck.

Then fell into the car and wanted to go into the car to do some reconnaissance.

However, to Feng Luo's surprise, the compartment of the truck was so well sealed that even with the size of the scout beetle, he couldn't even find a small hole to enter.

"There must be a problem!"

However, this made Feng Luo feel that something was wrong.

Because, how can the sealing degree of the general carriage be so high, there is almost no gap at all.

Feng Luo continued to direct the scout beetle to crawl on the carriage, and it took about five minutes before he finally found something.

On the chassis of this truck, there is a "red and white umbrella pattern" printed on it.

"Umbrella Corporation!"

When seeing this pattern, the truck had already driven to the edge of a leisure plaza in Area B, and then stopped.

The driver covered his face with a hat and a mask on his head, got out of the car quickly and left in a hurry.

Compared to the deserted District D, District B, where the rich and high class live in the entire city, is undoubtedly the busiest time at this time.

On the square, there are many people doing activities, walking or chatting, or sitting by the central fountain to show their affection.

Even, on one side of the square.

There is also an NPC band performing, surrounded by hundreds of tourists and residents, each with a frenzied face, shouting loudly with the explosive music and white gas rising from time to time.

In this case, they didn't pay much attention to the **** truck that stopped beside them.

There were even a few youths with dyed hair, tattoos and nose rings, when they saw that there was no one in the cab of the vehicle.

Climbed onto the compartment of this truck through the front of the car, occupied the best viewing position, waved the beer bottle in his hand and continued to roar.

And no one noticed, in a hidden spot in the cab.

At this time, a row of bright red "countdown" appeared on the screen of a device, and now it has jumped to "200 seconds"!

At the same time ~IndoMTL.com~ at a certain location in Area A about two kilometers away from Area B in a straight line, there is a fleet of seven luxury cars.

It is driving out of the presidential palace and heading towards the luxury hotel not far away.

"I always stabilized the situation. For a whole day, my mouth was dry..."

In the third car of the convoy, the bald middle-aged leader sat in the back row of the comfortable luxury energy car that drove automatically. He loosened the tie of his suit and leather shoes, looking lazy.

"It's still the leader, you are amazing, you can make that cold-faced female adjutant agree to our conditions."

An NPC negotiator sitting in front of him turned around and said with a smile similar to that of the little fat man.

"They just want to get some benefits, so they don't have the ability to really be hostile to our Federation..."

The bald, middle-aged head of the diplomatic mission said in a disdainful tone.

"By the way, Captain, where Captain Scott and the others..."

"I have asked the Federation to send medical experts over, and I can treat them tomorrow morning... Fortunately, they did not fight with the people of the Republic of Love, otherwise, today's negotiations will probably be even more difficult."

Hearing the words, the bald middle-aged regiment leader glared at him.

He blamed this subordinate for lack of vision.

There are some things that he can't say directly.

What those big soldiers are infected with is a deadly infectious virus!

Could it be that he is going to tell the people in the Republic of Love to let them live in a luxury hotel and live with them, the main force of the negotiations after a tiring day?

Moreover, this real male secretary is far less attractive than the 'female secretary' arranged for him by the Secret Service.

"Can you tell their leaders to transfer her secretary to the diplomatic corps..."

The bald, middle-aged head of the diplomatic mission thought to himself.