"Damn it! That guy must be intimidating us!"

"Yes! We all know he's intimidating! But the question is, do you dare to take a gamble?"

"We have no bargaining chips at all! Don't forget that we are here to seek reconciliation, rather than pressing the button to self-destruct."

"I don't think he dares to drop so many nuclear warheads in North America! As long as we persist and don't give in, his attitude will definitely soften."

"Don't you dare? Are you blind? The largest and most prosperous cities in the Atlantic Federation have been destroyed by nuclear explosions! They also include two financial centers! One manufacturing center!"

"But if we give in, will we really betray Murtha Azrael and his family? You must know that these people are all one of us! Once some precedents are opened, there is no way to look back."

"It's over, are we going to have a better choice?"

"In such a difficult time, someone has to make sacrifices."

"I agree!"

"I object!"

...

For a moment, these negotiators from the Atlantic Federation became a quarrel in the hotel where they were staying.

Because getting Murta Azrael and his family from North America is not a trivial matter.

Just the opposite!

This involves and violates the bottom line of competition within the capital group.

Just imagine, if we could betray Murta Azrael and the family behind him today, will anyone betray others tomorrow in order to get better conditions?

Once something like this is a precedent, the consequences that will be caused will be very serious.

But just as these people were arguing, the communicator she carried with her suddenly made a harsh sound.

Immediately afterwards, a middle-aged man with a very nervous expression appeared from the electronic screen.

He even omitted the part of saying hello and asked in a scattered manner: "Tell me, what happened to you in the negotiations? Why did the troops deployed by Aubu suddenly start to advance? We lost 150 MS and more than 300 fighter jets in just one hour!"

"What? The Aub army has begun to attack!"

A representative suddenly stood up from the chair, his face changing rapidly.

"It's not just an attack! The nuclear missiles that have not yet been removed have been invaded and hijacked again. The Ministry of Defense had to issue a shelter warning in the entire territory, allowing residents of all major cities to go to subways and civil defense facilities on their own." The middle-aged man roared loudly as if he was crazy.

No one knows better than him what the result would be if all these nuclear missiles that had not been removed were launched.

To put it bluntly, more than 80% of the urban population will be permanently erased.

The Atlantic Federation's industrial capabilities, scientific research capabilities, and even the ability to continuate civilization will all be devastating.

As for the remaining 20% ​​of the population who survived by luck, they were basically red-necks living in the countryside.

It would be better to expect these stupid, stubborn, anti-intellectual and arrogant guys to rebuild the country than to expect the gorillas in the zoo to suddenly evolve an IQ that is comparable to that of humans, and then directly start the plot of the Planet of the Apes.

"That madman! He really plans to grow mushrooms in North America?"

The representative who previously expressed his intention to persist and not give in and not compromised, his body was shaking slightly uncontrollably.

He could not believe that there would be such a crazy person in the world who would give up the benefits that were within his eyes and would have to completely destroy the enemy.

I don't care about reputation, influence, or condemnation from the media and the public.

How did this bastard who does not understand international politics at all and does not care about anything, control the highest rights of Aubu's country?

"I don't care whether he is a lunatic or not! You'd better complete the negotiations at all costs! Otherwise, our bargaining chips will only get fewer and fewer. If nothing unexpected happens, at most ten hours, the front line will push through Mexico and truly threaten our local area."

After saying this, the communicator turned off with a bang.

It can be seen that the capital group behind the Atlantic Federation is really anxious this time.

Because North America is not a post-occupied area like South America, Central America and Mexico.

It is their true core interests.

If North America is destroyed by nuclear bombs, or it is blocked for a long time and cannot trade with the outside world, the government collapses and the social order collapses.

By that time, the lower-class people who were so poor that they had only one life would inevitably set off an unprecedented wave of resistance and find out the culprits and kill them.

Don't think this is a fantasy!

The descendants of this group of white colonists who came across the sea from Europe have never believed in "freedom" and "democracy" in their bones, but greed and cruelty.

silence!

Terrible silence!

The delegates present did not expect that Alan would stop the renovation of Aubu's army during the negotiations and start to advance the front line directly.

In addition, the kind of network invasion that is beyond everyone's understanding, signal hijacking once again enveloped the entire military system of the Atlantic Federation.

The direct result is that all the informatized and electronic troops have been degenerated to the level where they need to fight independently. The superior's orders cannot be conveyed in time. Even if they are conveyed, they may be an incorrect version modified by the enemy.

As for advanced weapons, ninety percent are completely paralyzed.

There is no need to say more about missiles that require satellites and radars to guide them, and they cannot even be launched.

Energy weapons also lack the assistance of computers, and they are unable to detect targets in advance, and they are hit with devastating blows before they can be opened.

In order to be able to effectively resist, some troops even began to try to dig deep trenches that could provide some cover for MS.

Really dreaming of World War II!

In this case, the Aubu army, which can withstand the comprehensive advantages of sea, land and air, has only become a ghost.

"Everyone! I think we need to seriously discuss how to get Murta Azrael and his family. This is related to the life and death of each of us!" An old man with a beard spoke first and broke the silence.

Immediately afterwards, everyone else expressed their agreement, not even one objection.

As Allen expected, capital's inherent weakness and compromise made them lack the courage to fight to the death when they truly faced a catastrophe.

Especially after losing the trump card of nuclear missiles, they are basically meat placed on the chopping board and let others control it.

About ten hours later, with a military transport plane landing at the airport in Panama City, Allen once again met Murta Azrael, and hundreds of people of all sizes in his family.

Seeing that the young man whose emotions were almost collapsed and his face was filled with distorted expressions, he greeted with a smile: "Hi! Long time no see! Haven't you always wanted to talk to me face to face? Now I've given you this opportunity."

"Why? Why do you betray me? Haven't I given you enough?" Murtha Azrael raised his head and stared at his two bloodshot eyes and asked sternly.

"No! The conditions you offered are already quite generous, but it's a pity that we are not all the people. Or, money, power, and fame are not attractive to me."

As Allen said, he took out a bottle of malt whiskey from the wine cabinet, poured a glass for the other party and handed it over.

Murta Azrael, who had obviously suffered a lot of crimes along the way, took it over, raised his head and drank it all without saying a word, and then licked his lips with unsatisfactory feelings: "Isn't attractive?"

"That's right! Maybe you won't believe it. The reason why I'm willing to take the initiative to get involved in this war is actually for fun. It's a game for me, and I like to challenge difficult things. Don't you think it's very interesting and challenging to conquer the entire America with a small South Pacific country, Aubu?"

After saying that, Allen poured another cup for the other party.

This time, Murta Azrael did not drink it immediately, but stared wide with an incredible expression on his face: "Because of this? Have you given up everything you have in the Earth Federation, and my friendship, trust and commitment?"

"Sorry, everything you mentioned just now is worthless in my opinion. Instead, destroying you evil capitals that have been rooted in human society for hundreds of years will make me feel more satisfied. Oh, I almost forgot. Since we are reunited after a long time, let's play a small game."

Alan slowly took out an ancient revolver from the drawer and stuffed a yellow-orange bullet into it.

He fiddled with the wheel hard, and then said meaningfully: "Now, select any person from your family."

"What do you...what do you want to do?!" Murta Azrael's pupils suddenly dilated.

He is not a fool, and the "Russian Turntable" game that often appears in many old film and television works.

"It's very simple! There's a bullet in this gun. Next, I will take turns pulling the trigger with the members of your chosen family until the bullet breaks one of the people's head. If it's me who is hit, then the game ends and you and your family can leave directly. But if it's the person you selected, the game will continue until everyone in your family dies. How about it, isn't it fair and exciting?"

A chilling light flashed in Allen's eyes.

With his control of strength, this so-called "fairness" game is essentially playing with the heart of the young man in front of him until he completely fell into despair and collapsed.

"are you serious?"

Murta Azrael stared at Allen with a look of madman.

The latter smiled slightly, raised his gun and moved the trigger to his temple first.

Click!

Accompanied by the empty sound, the wheel automatically moved forward one frame.

moment!

Murta Azrael's forehead was covered with sweat.

He could not imagine that the other party would really dare to pull the trigger at the risk of death.

"It's your turn. Choose someone quickly. I can't wait to see the spectacular view of the carpet covered with blood and brains." As he said that, Allen stuffed the gun in his hand directly into the other party's hand.

Murtha Azrael was obviously panicked and turned to stare at the family members, including his parents.

In the end, he chose an uncle who was the most distant and seemed to be the oldest.

The old man seemed to realize something, sighed helplessly, hugged his wife and children, then walked closer, raised his gun and pointed the trigger at his temple.

The next second...

Bang!
To be continued...