Apocalyptic War Machine: Raiding Billions in Warehouses from the Start

Because no combat readiness force was collected in Hongyuan Warehouse this time.

Those convoys were destroyed by him.

And if Rong Biao can be used to recruit Shanda Group peacefully.

This means that their fleet can be completely owned by them.

In this way, the rate of collecting crystal nuclei will be greatly improved.

I hope Rong Biao's father really has such deep feelings for him.

Early the next morning.

An ordinary-looking middle-aged man stood in front of the golden washbasin.

The female assistant beside him was helping him brush his teeth. ,

“Uluru, Uluru, poof—”

After rinsing his mouth, another choppy female assistant on the other side wiped his mouth.

After it was over, he walked into the restaurant with the two women in his arms.

Upon entering the restaurant, a dining table made of pure gold comes into view.

The table is filled with all kinds of delicacies.

"Hello, chief."

"Hello, chief."

As soon as the middle-aged man came in, everyone stood up and drank.

After taking his seat under the gaze of everyone, he stretched out his right hand with thirteen gold rings on it.

He snapped his fingers.

"Serve the dishes."

At his command, a group of scantily clad beauties entered carrying glittering dinner plates.

Tableware made of pure gold is placed on it.

The dinner plates are ready and the morning report officially begins.

This is Shanda Group's standard habit, or rather Rong Hubiao's standard habit.

Business must be discussed while eating.

Yes, this ordinary middle-aged man is the leader of Shanda Group, Rong Biao's father - Rong Hubiao.

Rong Hubiao opened his mouth wide, showing his gold teeth, and stuffed a fat piece of steak into his mouth with a gold fork.

"Master Chief, we still haven't found any news about the young master." One person said.

"People from Hongyuan Warehouse and Free Country said that their fleet was lost in Wanda Plaza."

"It is estimated that something unknown happened there."

Rong Hubiao swallowed another large piece of steak, seemingly not paying much attention to what he said.

After chewing a few bites of steak, he took a big sip of wine and poured everything in his mouth into his stomach.

Finally, he burped loudly, put down the wine glass, and then spoke slowly.

"This bastard, tell him not to go out. Don't go out. He has to try whatever he can."

He was filled with grief as he spoke, as if he was about to burst into tears the next second.

"Chief, don't worry, we will still do our best to find him."

"Yes, leader, with the young master's strength, nothing will happen to him."

Seeing Rong Hubiao so sad, everyone expressed their condolences.

Although they had previously felt that the father and son had little affection for each other,

It's not even the kind that doesn't have any feelings, but the kind that resents each other.

However, although the two of them usually did not deal with each other, Rong Hubiao, a father, was still very worried when his son was missing.

Maybe this is a friend in need is a friend indeed.

"He is still just a child." Rong Hubiao was about to cry.

"Chief, we will definitely help you find the young master," a subordinate stood up and said seriously.

"Let's have a feast." Rong Hubiao's sadness stopped abruptly.

?

The subordinate who stood up had a question mark on his face.

"What to eat?"

"Put the menu on." Rong Hubiao clapped his hands.

The maid next to him brought over a book called "The Collection of White Banquets", and Rong Hubiao sat on the chair and picked it up.

"Chief, chief, are you no longer looking for me?" the subordinate who stood up asked weakly.

"No need." Rong Hubiao waved his hand.

"Everyone's destiny is determined by God. My son's destiny has been fulfilled. You don't have to think about changing your destiny against God."

"Setting a few tables properly and drinking a lot will make him go away happily."

Why did you come back to comfort me?

The subordinate was speechless, his expression twitched, and for a moment he didn't know who had killed his son.

"Inform your subordinates that you will have lunch and have a day off today."

"Chief, if you take one day off, our intelligence from yesterday will be wasted."

"Hey, there are tasks every day, and my son died just once. Which one is lighter and which one is more serious?"

"We're going to do something special today!" Rong Hubiao said happily as he placed his hands on the table.

Everyone below looked at each other.

Sure enough, I still underestimated the father-son relationship between these two people.

Rong Biao, who was bundled in a large transport truck, had been sneezing all morning.

Can you catch a cold on such a hot day?

Beside him, two rows of Angel of Death members with guns raised guarded him.

Alas, he sighed in his heart, it was really hard to live under someone else's roof.

I don’t know what happened after being incorporated.

After seeing Lu Chen destroy Hongyuan Warehouse, the idea of ​​turning over and becoming the master completely disappeared in his mind.

It is definitely impossible to resist, even in this life.

I can only pray that the man will be kind and for his good attitude, give him the title of squad leader.

Chi——

The brakes sounded and the truck slowly stopped.

Several Death Angel members helped Rong Biao get out of the car.

The front door of his house suddenly appeared in front of him.

Oh my God, we arrived in one morning?

Rong Biao was shocked. He must be too familiar with the road conditions.

Surprised, he heard some sounds of gongs and drums coming from his base.

What does this mean.

He looked around and saw that Lu Chen's motorcade had already arrived at the gate.

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Why is there no response from my own base?

He took a closer look and found that there wasn't even a guard on the base's grand gate, which was nearly thirty meters high!

What does this mean?

How unbecoming this is!

Rong Biao was brought to Lu Chen by several people.

Lu Chen looked at Shanda Group's base and then at Rong Biao.

No words were spoken.

Although he didn't speak, Rong Biao felt that he had said a thousand words.

That's it? That's it?

Is this your home base?

Rong Biao, who felt greatly insulted, quickly explained.

"Normally they are not like this. Normally we are very serious."

Lu Chen looked at him again and nodded.

Rong Biao looked at his expression and seemed to be saying.

I understand, I understand, you are just out of shape today, and it will be longer next time, right?

Rong Biao's face turned red, this group of wastes were full and didn't work.

He simply lost his face!

"Where are the fucking people!"

Rong Biao's angry roar echoed above the gate.

What responded to him was an even more cheerful suona sound.

Rong Biao was about to yell again, but Lu Chen stretched out his hand to stop him.

"I'll do it, you've done your best."

He waved his hand, and several people came up behind him holding rocket launchers.

"Whoosh whoosh."

Several guns were fired, and rockets exploded over the base.

This time the music stopped and a chaotic sound came out.

After ten minutes of dilly-dallying, someone finally stepped onto the base gate.

"There's an enemy attack!" Several people yelled and turned to leave.

After a few more minutes, the base alarm sounded.

The base's various defense facilities were slowly activated, and one after another people boarded the observation deck.

Seeing the slow reaction of an eighty-year-old woman, Lu Chen finally understood why missions in this base often failed.

He looked to the side. Rong Biao silently lowered his head and drew circles on the ground.