I give the world destruction and rebirth

The Undead Army soldiers who were responsible for shooting mortals mercilessly dealt with the prisoners in the cells one by one. Most of the prisoners locked up on this floor were idealists with firm beliefs and stubbornness. Some of them died hideously. Some people die very calmly, as if they have been waiting for a long time.

But none of these reactions could shake the Undead Army soldiers. They had already castrated the part of their humanity through endless torture.

There was no movement at all by the team responsible for blasting the tunnel, which could be considered a mission failure. The officer didn't know how long the 25-centimetre-thick iron door could block them, but this was his last line of defense.

"Are we still disconnected?" A disgraced Ibrahim, who had just returned from the secret passage, appeared in the warden's office, looking a little anxious.

The warden is a very traditional Persian man, wearing a white robe. He is worshiping in the office at this time, and seems to be indifferent to the conflicts in the outside world.

"Yes, Ibrahim." The warden replied without looking back: "Why don't you take this opportunity to join me? You are upset and very rude."

"I can't die here!" Ibrahim really wanted to kick the warden down from behind, but the undead guard standing outside the door would definitely not let this happen.

"We should not be afraid of death. Our blood will flow in the family, and our will will be inherited by future generations." The warden ended the service, stood up from the ground, put on his slippers, and slowly put away the blanket: " I gave you the chance to leave, but now that you are back, it proves that this is destined."

"Be elegant, Ibrahim." The warden patted Ibrahim's shoulder gently and passed by him: "I can lend you my office to find peace of mind."

"Radwan! I can't die here, I still have an important mission! Please, save me!" Ibrahim prayed gracelessly behind the warden, but he did not get any sympathy.

"If you don't want to die, find a way to save yourself, Ibrahim." The warden said the last thing and disappeared at the end of the stairs.

This is the deepest part of the underground. Unlike those idiots of his race who love to enjoy themselves, Radwan likes to set up his office in the safest place.

He has experienced countless assassinations in his life. Radwan used to be a general in the Saudi Aramco Group. He is a rare man of action among the dying people. It can be said that he captured half of the prisoners in the Rusty Prison.

If Radwan continues in his position, he may become the force representative of the Dusk Clan and secretly control all the forces of the Dusk Clan within the Petrochemical Alliance.

But at the peak of his career, Radwan retired bravely.

At that time, he came into contact with the confidential information of the Dusk Clan through some personal channels, and learned that his family and several other big families were secretly in contact with a force called the Pioneers.

After figuring out what a Trailblazer was, Radwan exiled himself to the Rust Prison and lived an ascetic life every day.

He doesn't marry, he doesn't have children, and he rarely communicates with other members of his family. He just guards his prison, just like a prisoner locked up here.

It has been twenty years since this time, and the name Radwan has almost disappeared from the dying clan. In such a big era, few people remember the name of a warlord twenty years ago.

Except himself.

Radwan walked up to the floor where the prisoners were held, followed by two guards of the undead army. Not far in front of him were soldiers who were executing prisoners.

At this time, the two soldiers stood in front of the cell where Hashim was held, guns raised.

"Come on! Kill me first!" Nasser put his forehead on the muzzle of the gun and spat on the soldiers' faces: "You zombies!"

boom!

There was a violent explosion, and Nasser turned pale and roared, thinking that he was dead.

But he soon discovered that death had not come. The officer in the distance blew his whistle, and the two soldiers of the Undead Army turned around and ran to fill the line in front.

The officer walked through the corridor alone. Behind him, the soldiers of the Undead Army worked in twos and twos, using the pillars of the cell as a cover, and fired fiercely at the door.

"Lord Radwan!" The officer panted and looked at the warden: "We."

Before he could finish speaking, the unmasked officer was shot dead by the shadow at the end of the corridor, leaving only the warden who was also standing there without any cover.

Tang Ji and others still used Martin as the spearhead to enter this straight corridor without any turns.

Martin's shield was in tatters, but under the effect of [reinforcement] it completely maintained its structural integrity, blocking those 7.62MM bullets that were not powerful enough.

"Radwan! You also have today!" Nasser, who survived the catastrophe, saw the warden appear and roared excitedly: "You also have today!"

The few prisoners who survived all shouted loudly along with Nasser, and the anger that had been suppressed for more than ten years broke out at this moment.

No one knew how many thoughts were running through Radwan's mind at this moment. He just watched all of this quietly. There were roaring prisoners on both sides, and on the other side of the corridor were unharmed intruders.

Those precious Undead Army soldiers were no better than ordinary soldiers in front of them. The gray-black flames were like the vengeful flames from Azrael, harvesting the lives of the unjust and making the Undead Army soldiers' recovery ability useless. effect.

When Shadow aimed his gun again, Radwan raised his hands and said calmly: "I surrender."

As Radwan, the actual controller of the Undead Army warriors, said these words, all the fighting Undead Army warriors immediately put down their weapons.

As an ordinary person, Tony was 200% focused on this battle, so much so that he didn't notice the changes on the battlefield at all.

After the Undead Army soldier put down his weapon, he still subconsciously fired continuously, knocking down three enemies.

Until he ceased fire, no undead warrior made any move to resist.

The downed Undead Warrior just lay on the ground and slowly recovered, not even making a sound.

"I surrender." Radwan repeated again: "No matter who you are or who you represent, now you win."

When he said the words "I surrender" for the second time, a dozen figures hiding in the dark, with different shapes and equipment, more agile than the undead soldiers appeared, and threw their weapons on the ground.

There was more or less confusion written on their faces, but no one tried to resist Radwan's will. They were all superhumans, and they were still original superhumans.

"Where are my people?" Tang Ji was not interested in the enemy who had surrendered. He strode towards Radwan.

Facing Tangji's question, Radwan glanced at the Undead Army soldier closest to him, and the soldier pointed to a secret door leading to a different area.

Saint and Tony immediately walked out of the queue and kicked open the secret door. Behind the door was a relatively spacious space that looked like both an operating room and a torture chamber.

Surte was lying quietly on the operating table, his clothes were stripped off, and several bags of soft liquid without any markings were hung on the rack, with the other end connected to his arm.

A medical team of four medical staff stood two meters away from Sirte with their hands raised, as if they had been waiting for them to come in.

Tony was the first to rush in, stretched out his hand to open Sirte's eyes, checked his pupils, and checked his pulse. After confirming that the man was still alive, he roared and asked: "What kind of medicine is this! What did you do to him!" "

And the saint cried out "Anthony, this needs you!"

"They are all sedatives, neuroleptics and other drugs. Some of them are prepared by ourselves. They don't have many side effects. They are mainly used to put super humans into a quiescent state." The leading doctor explained calmly, speaking fluently in common language.

Anthony rushed in, took a look at the medicines, and carefully checked Surte's vital signs before he felt relieved: "Tell me all the medicines you use, and explain in detail the proportions of the homemade medicine."

"Take the others out, question them separately, and then tell me the results." Anthony pointed to the other people and said to the saint, then turned to the doctor: "Whoever lies will die."

"I'm not lying. I am the only one who knows the formula, and they don't know it." The doctor explained: "You can log in to my computer, which contains detailed pharmacological experimental data."

Anthony ignored his words, and the Saint also ignored them, and pulled several other people away roughly.

"Sult's life is not in danger for the time being, the alarm has been lifted!" Anthony replied to Tang Ji in the communication channel.

Tangji nodded and then asked Radwan again: "Who is Hashem! A member of the Free Wind!"

Radwan was stunned for a moment this time. He actually didn't care much about the prisoners here, at least not recently.

But Nasser, who was not far away, knocked on the railing hard: "Here! The person you are looking for is here! He is Hashem! Get us out quickly!"

"It seems that the person you are looking for is very lucky." Radwan smiled and didn't care: "You have a very powerful hacker, otherwise this place would have been bombed to the sky by now."

Tangji punched the opponent on the nose that looked very straight, and the opponent now had a bit of a captive temperament. Ever since that bastard Faisal, he had no good impressions of the ruling class in this land.

"Well played!" Nasser cheered loudly from behind the fence, but was quickly interrupted by Martin.

"Back off, little old man." Martin threw the shield to the ground with a clang. The bullets embedded in the shield now weighed two kilograms, and they fell all over the ground.

Then, Martin grasped the metal fence with both hands and exerted force, his chest muscles bulging high, and he directly pulled the entire fence off the wall and threw it aside.

Nasser's eyes widened. He had only seen undead warriors who could heal their wounds, but he didn't expect that the outside world had changed.

Martin picked up Hashem, who was lying on the ground, and looked at the photos several times before shouting: "That's him. His head is right. It's soft, just like Sirte!"

Radwan had already recovered from the sudden attack. He wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes due to a sore nose, and asked with a cynical smile: "You are not people hired by the Free Wind. You are here to find Hash." Mum, for what he saw?"

"What do you know?" Tang Ji heard something in the other person's words.

"Pioneers?" Radwan held his nose and asked, "Are you looking for them?"

Looking at Tang Ji's eyes, Radwan laughed: "This is God's will. Don't ask that guerrilla. Go down there. There is an idiot named Ibrahim. If he hasn't committed suicide yet, he knows everything." ."

"Who are you! What do you want?" Tang Ji couldn't understand Radwan. His eyes were neither surprised nor happy, and he looked more like a prisoner than the half-crazy old man in prison.

But the attitude of those soldiers and superhumans towards him clearly proved that he had a high status and great personal prestige.

"Who am I?" Radwan seemed to have heard some joke. He was stunned for a while before replying: "I am the warden here."

"Go and catch the person you want. It doesn't matter who I am or who I am." Radwan's eyes were still so dim: "We will no longer be anxious. I only ask you one thing. Wait until you leave. Now, ask your hacker to return the authority to me, there are some things I must complete myself."

"Promise him." Wu Qianying's voice appeared in Tang Ji's ear: "Then when we retreat, knock him out and tie him back to me."

Tang Ji nodded, no longer paying attention to this psychopath, and directly passed him to the next level.

"Judging from his expression, he has already decided to die. I guess he should be the part of the naturalized family that is unwilling to naturalize." Wu Qianying explained: "A poor guy caught between the family and righteousness. , we have to drain him of his intelligence value."

"Received." Tang Ji understood that this was not the first time he had come into contact with a 'traitor' among the naturalized people. Fabinski, who swallowed a gun and committed suicide in his office, also left with this mentality.

Tang Ji has only one opinion towards this kind of person: coward!

Sitting in Radwan's office, Ibrahim did not find peace of mind. After the gunshots upstairs gradually quieted down, he became even more nervous.

Who won?

Although he knew Tang Ji's name, Ibrahim still felt lucky. After all, the Undead Army was cultivated by the Dusk Clan with a lot of money. Although there was only a part of it, it was still a force after all. Maybe they could create miracles!

But as a black figure appeared, Ibrahim's heart sank. His only two bodyguards were knocked down at the first encounter. The bodies covered with gray-black flames were like the ones in his heart. Hope is swallowed up bit by bit and swept away

It's Tangji, Fury himself!

Ibrahim retreated desperately, trying to hide himself in the gap between the table and the wall, but his fat body was obviously unable to complete this action. He could only watch Tang Ji approaching step by step and sit on the other side of the desk. side.

"Let's talk." The demon wrapped in gray-black flames said.