When he held the gear-like door, Wan Peng was on his knees and gasped for air. He was glad to be alive.

Just a moment ago, power armors in an organized formation whizzed by him. There was a pungent bloody smell lingering around the power armors. From their deadly aura, they had clearly just experienced a bloodbath.

He did not dare to make a noise as he hid in the shadows. He waited for the earth-trembling noise to disappear before he slipped out from the cracks of the wall.

Fortunately, those power armors passed by quickly, or he could not have escaped.

“FU*K! It didn’t feel like anything when I came down, but it’s tiring.”

He cussed out and wiped the sweat from his neck as he began to move toward Line 2.

He lost.

Whether it was the treasure in Line 0 or everything on Pingan Street. They already lost all the chips in this game.

In fact, as soon as the Russians appeared, Wan Peng already recognized this.

When the Shangjing Survivors Alliance was sandwiched by the two forces, regardless who the victor of this battle royale was, it would not be Shangjing Survivors Alliance on the verge of complete collapse.

However, Ding Liwei apparently did not see this. Until the last moment, he still counted on Wan Peng to play the last trump card to help him turn the defeat into victory, but he did not know that from the moment he jumped off the building and commanded the battle, Manager Wan had already escaped.

When Wan Peng thought of Ding Liwei, he felt sorry for him.

If Ding Liwei was not so obsessed, this would not be the end of him. With more than 70 power armors, even if he lost control of Pingan Street, where else could the Second Militia not go other than Wanghai in the south?

Wan Peng shook his head before he walked along the tunnel and headed in the opposite direction of Line 27.

Pingan Street was no longer safe.

Not surprisingly, NAC already took over the city’s defense. If he returned the same way, there would only be one ending waiting for him. Even if the NAC did not do anything, the people desperate to show their loyalty to the NAC and the survivors trapped in Pingan Street would shred him to pieces.

He still left some equipment and people at his old site, the Sunday’s Club; some more Men in Black under his order that he had kept below the surface. He couldn’t stay in Shangjing anymore. He could only head southeast and avoid NAC’s territory.

The area was under sphere of influence of the Southern Surviviors. While those survivors feared the NAC, they were not under the NAC’s control. The relatively developed state meant that he could potentially rise again under a different name.

However, at this moment, a glimmer of silver light flashed.

Without time to react, he felt a sharp pain in his chest. He snorted in pain and collapsed on the ground as he held onto his chest.

He took a needle out.

However, before he could stab the needle into his own chest, another glimmer of silver light appeared and blood sprinkled from his wrist.

“AHHHHH!”

The screams of heartbreak resounded through the tunnel, and Wan Peng looked at his broken hand in distorted pain.

“I won’t lose twice against the same trick.” Old Luo leaned against the wall beside the tunnel. He grinned and the silver in his hands seemed to be flashing, “Now, let me see how you can use your laughable trump card?”

Wan Peng on the ground desperately tried to move back as he looked at Old Luo in horror.

“Why… you are not willing to let me go even if you’re about to die? I didn’t get the treasures, go for them…”

“But everything started with you,” Old Luo said calmly.

“Just because of that?” Wan Peng said, dumbfounded.

“Do I need any other reasons?” Old Luo looked at Wan Peng in an emotionless state as he let out a sigh. “Join me and be buried together with the secret of Pan-Asia Cooperation.”

“Hehehe, dumb*ss, I didn’t expect that in my fabled life, I would die in the hands of a madman, hehehehe, HAHAHA…”

Wan Peng laughed on the ground. In the near mad laughter, his life gradually came to an end.

The silver dagger fell from his cuff and slammed on the floor. Old Luo leaned against the wall and sat down slowly. He finally exhausted his last bit of strength. Without saying a word more, he slowly closed his eyes.

…

The tanks were burning.

Under the siege of NAC power armors, the battle was already decided. The last shell on the ammunition rack was exhausted, and Yegor, trapped in the lobby of the media building, finally used all he could.

He climbed out of the tank and held tightly onto his pistol.

Not far from him was the body of Sminov, half of which was burned into ashes.

Yegor didn’t look at him. He used the wall for support and walked forward. He looked at the wreckages burning on the ground and suddenly he began to laugh.

“…I have guarded the snow of the Soviets for twenty years, yet this is first time I have experienced a thrilling battle. It is not a bad way to go in the capital of the Pan-Asia Cooperation.”

Looking at the power armors that surrounded him, he roared with his last bit of strength.

“FOR MOT—”

The bullet of the pistol made a spark on the power armor.

The third time he pulled the trigger, a wave of bullets swept by and tore him into pieces.

Finally, this tyrant who swept across half of Siberia finally walked to the end of his life on the land of Pan-Asia Cooperation. In a pool of blood, his eyes widened as the life of murder and sin finally came to an end.

In the distance, the building was burning.

“I apologize for my incompetence and late arrival, General.” Zhang Zhuo stood behind Jiang Chen with his head lowered, full of humiliation.

“Please raise your head,” Jiang Chen turned and looked at Zhang Zhuo full of self-loathing. “You have tried your best to break through the Russian defense line in the shortest time. How can I blame my loyal subordinate? Please, raise your head.”

Zhang Zhuo raised his head, touched.

At this time, Lu Fan came forward and saluted.

“The battle is over and Yegor is confirmed dead.”

Jiang Chen nodded.

“What about Ding Liwei and Wan Peng? I care more about the whereabouts of these two guys.”

“Ding Liwei is confirmed dead under the bombardment of CCCP tanks. Wan Peng’s whereabout is unknown. It is suspected that he has escaped,” Lu Fan replied.

“Escaped?” Jiang Chen grinned. “Forget it, he can’t run too far.”

After a moment of pause, Jiang Chen looked at Zhang Zhuo and ordered.

“Bring some people to Eden Technology Building. The treasure of Pan-Asia Cooperation is below. Bring all the hibernation chambers on the first level, the resources on the third level, and the power armors on the fourth level. Don’t worry about the fifth level. Also, sent two people outside of Line Zero and notify Han Junhua to send more people down.”

“Roger!”

Zhang Zhuo took the order.

Standing on the building, Jiang Chen quietly looked down at the city.

“Lu Fan.”

“Roger,” Lu Fan quickly responded.

“Go prepare. It’s time to go back.”

“Roger!”

It should be day break outside. With so many things that happened, the chaos in Shangjing finally came to an end.

Jiang Chen suddenly felt so exhausted. He just wished he could find a place to sleep.

Sleep until the next morning.

“Remember your promise,” X71291 whispered in his ear.

“Don’t worry, I know better than you the weight of a promise.” Jiang Chen shrugged.