I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World Chapter 1183: The collapsed giant wall

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The rumbling sound of the collapse of the building came slowly, and the brown floor-to-ceiling windows that were ten kilometers away shook gently.

Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking at the dust rising ten kilometers away, Wan Peng could not speak for a long time.

After a long time, he sighed.

"Is that NAC's electromagnetic gun?"

With just one shot, you can be so powerful.

I ’m afraid that the walls of Ping An Street will not be able to support a few rounds in front of that giant cannon.

Wang Peng took out the intercom from the drawer and called his assistant while mourning for the unlucky egg that caused NAC.

Soon, the office door opened.

The woman in a black suit walked to Wan Peng's desk and bowed slightly, respectfully.

"Manager Wan, are you looking for me?"

Looking at Miss Assistant, Wan Peng asked.

"Are there any news from the man in black?"

The man in black is a special force he secretly cultivated as early as ten years ago, independent of the Sunday club, and directly loyal to him Wan Peng himself,

In the beginning, the significance of this unit was to search for pre-war facilities for him and to deal with some problems that were inconvenient to entrust to mercenaries and solo travelers. Later, after the establishment of the Shangjing City Survivor Union, no murders were allowed within the Third Ring Road, and many inhuman activities were transferred from the bright side to the back ground. This special force was then used by him as a semi-killer and semi-intelligence organization .

Black suit, optical stealth, carbon nano body armor, and a PK2000 pan-Asian cooperative rifle, each with dozens of people, but comparable to the fighting power of hundreds of people. In this part of Shangjing City, even the militiamen had to make him a three-pointer, and the reason is probably because of this.

Even Ding Liwei, the head of the militia, was afraid of the ace in his hand.

"No news yet." The assistant shook her head and said in a nice voice, "If there is progress, I will notify you as soon as possible."

"Why is it so slow." Wan Peng frowned.

If it was before, then they had already stood up in front of themselves at this time, and there would be no news like this now.

Last time, it is said that the old Luo was blocked in the corner, but was ran away by someone else.

Thinking of this, Wan Peng snorted coldly.

The man in black just changed his instructor, and it is getting more and more waste. All kinds of resources are waiting for him all day long, but he is even slacking off his skills.

"Let Lu Sen come to see me," Wan Peng said badly, looking at his assistant lady.

"Yes." Miss Assistant said quickly and bowed her head.

Intuition tells her that the manager is in a bad mood at the moment.

Without stopping, she took the boss ’s order and hurried to the door.

Miss Assistant guessed right, Wan Peng's mood at the moment is really not very beautiful.

Fortunately, his mood is just not so beautiful.

If you let him know, the ten men who were sent to recover the ID card are dead and clean, and they caused themselves a big trouble before dying. I do n’t know if he will scold Out loud.

Soon, the door opened again.

"Boss," walked in with a look of embarrassment, Lu Sen hesitated and asked tentatively, "Are you looking for me?"

Wan Peng chuckled, leaned back in his chair, and looked at Lu Sen with a disturbed look.

"Come talk to me, how do you bring me all day?"

Lu Sen was so sweaty that he was speechless in fear.

"This, this ..."

"Last time I grabbed the old Luo, you said that the equipment was not good. This time I grabbed a little-known survivor leader. I even used a carbon nano body armor with optical stealth. There is no news so far." Wan Peng smiled and tilted his legs to the table. "Come and talk to me, what is the situation."

"This, boss, they are silent during the mission. I do n’t know what is happening on their side. I assure you that when they come back, I will report to you as soon as possible."

"Report? Oh!"

Wan Peng raised his eyebrows, and his anger was almost brewing. He was just about to break his mouth.

Suddenly, violent shaking came from the floor.

The drinking glass on the desk overturned, and the steaming water was poured directly. In response to the fierce shaking of the floor, Wan Peng subconsciously tried to hide, and was caught off guard. He leaned over on the chair and turned over.

"Boss, be careful!"

Lu Sen's eyes are fast, he is busy two steps forward, and he holds the boss.

"Ah! Holding the grass Nima," was splashed on the pants with boiling water, Wan Peng gritted his arms with a grin and landed on the ground. He climbed up from the ground and scolded angrily, "What's wrong with this? What's the matter? What kind of plane are the people downstairs doing? "

The shaking is getting stronger and stronger, just like the 6-7 earthquake, and even the entire Pan-Asian building shook with it.

Suddenly, Wan Peng's face changed suddenly.

It ’s not the plane downstairs.

The whole Ping An Street is shaking!

"Is it?" Wan Peng raised a bad hunch in his heart.

Earthquake? Totally impossible! Shangjing City is not in the earthquake zone!

At this moment, he suddenly remembered that similar things happened when he and Ding Liwei conspired to blow up Line 35 ten years ago ...

His face changed completely this time.

It seems to confirm his guess.

Across the window, at the south entrance of Ping'an Street, in the middle of the slum, a large area of ​​land was arched for half a meter, the concrete pavement was broken inch by inch, and then fell back suddenly. A layer of ripples resembled a shock wave, swinging outward from the previously arched center and sweeping away in the direction of the giant wall.

Swept by the shock wave, the shack of the slum, like a small boat standing on the tip of the wave, began to collapse in the direction of the shock wave.

If only half of the slums collapsed, this was not enough to make Wan Peng feel distressed.

The refugees are like wild grass, and it ’s not a pity to die more.

What really caused Wan Peng to panic was that he standing on the Pan-Asian building could clearly see that when the shock wave spread to the south gate of the giant wall, the entire surface of the south gate collapsed. A few meters.

A towering giant wall, one corner has been sunk, and in the rolling dust, it slowly collapses outwards ...

The entire southern part of Ping An Street has been transformed into hell.

At the same time, standing hundreds of meters deep, standing on the turret of the tank, Yegor laughed wildly.

The scars and wrinkles on his face were mixed together, shaking tremendously, highlighting his excitement.

"Hahahaha! Happiness! Happiness!"

The gust of wind screaming down the subway crossing blew on his face, even if it was a few kilometers away, he could still feel the heat in the air.

"General, the radiation index in the subway is rising!" Looking out from the tank next to him, Sminov yelled to Yegor in response to the roaring wind, "You still hurry back to the tank Right! "

Seriously, he was really afraid that his commander ’s head would be burned by radiation.

Although he also knows that this is not possible, with this injection of nanoserum, this level of radiation is nothing.

"Haha, well done!"

“I ’m listening to even one of the tanks!” I did n’t care about the rising radiation value. Yegor ’s fist thumped on the turret, yelling at the headset against the wind, “Pan-Asia cooperation The legacy is right in front! Push the throttle to the maximum! Ready to rush! "

After finishing, Yegor sat back in the tank and put on the top cover.

The reel of the track sounded, and under his leadership, dozens of tanks engraved with Soviet badges rushed forward along the subway line.

It's just that everyone didn't notice that in the dark depths, the unknown danger is just about to move ... (to be continued.)