Chapter 106 Unreliable Alliance

At this time, several pedestrians on the street dodged one after another. It seemed that foreigners also believed in the creed that more is better than less.

Human nature is greedy and afraid of death, timid and afraid of things.

Pan Hongsheng looked at these dead men and felt slightly funny: It doesn't seem to be an important role, but maybe he knows some news.

He waved his hand to signal the girl to go first. Several dead men didn't care about the girl at this time. They were obviously more interested in Pan Hongsheng's identity: "Who are you and why do you know our identity? If you don't say it quickly..."

Before the black man who said this fell, he suddenly covered his stomach and fell down.

"Ah?"

The rest of the people peeped at each other and didn't know what to do: What happened?

These people couldn't see Pan Hongsheng's action at all, and their companions rolled in the snow. The bearded black man reacted first and took out a folding knife.

"Ha ha..." Pan Hongsheng lowered his head and smiled silently: Folding knife?

This is simply a joke for him now.

Once, he could be stabbed with a chopstick, but now he is no longer the young and thin child.

"Where is your headquarters?" His eyes seem to be sharper than the blade: "Take me to see your heads."

"I'm the person in charge here!" The beard seemed to feel that the knife in his hand did not complete the role of deterring the other party, so he put it away: "Hey, buddy... You don't know what a big trouble you've got into. I advise you or stop now. Maybe ordinary people like you don't know what we are doing. Let me tell you... We are dead. It was a branch of the black special forces during World War II, which shed a lot of blood on the battlefield against the Nazis... But after coming back, we veterans were not properly placed, and we were treated worse than those white soldiers!"

"So you become a special mercenary organization and work for money?" Pan Hongsheng often deals with mercenaries, and he actually has no opinion on these people.

All kinds of mercenaries may have their own honor, pride and prestige in the past, but now a stack of money is their faith and life. After all, soldiers also need money to live. In peacetime, these men who can only kill and be killed can only survive in this means.

"Now that you know our identity, are you still going to oppose me?" The bearded man smiled proudly: "You only see three people in your eyes, but in fact, there are tens of thousands of people standing behind us!"

Tens of thousands of people?

Pan Hongsheng does not doubt the authenticity of this number, because hundreds of thousands of black soldiers participated in World War II, and tens of thousands of elite troops are not surprising. In addition, if the dead have developed rapidly over the years, it is not difficult to complete this number.

"You may be wrong about what I mean." Pan Hongsheng walked over step by step: "I'm asking your leader, not the little leader."

"Bastard!" At this time, the black man who had just been knocked to the ground stood up. His physical quality was indeed excellent. Although Pan Hongsheng's punch was not strong at all, it was really valuable for ordinary people to stand up after such a punch.

The man got up and pulled out the pistol behind his waist, but the gun was held down by the beard without lifting it: "Ask him first! I think there is something wrong with this guy!"

He turned his head and put on a smiling face: "Do you want to see our leader? The supreme leader of the dead? I don't know who you are, but you'd better give me a credible reason, otherwise you can't go back today.

"Is there enough reason to tell me where your head is... and let you live?" As soon as Pan Hongsheng said this, several black people laughed.

"Kill him! It's a crazy man!" The black man with the gun couldn't help but shoot him!

The bullet left traces in the air, and there was no trace in these people's eyes, but in Pan Hongsheng's eyes, it was as slow as slow motion.

He did not protect himself with protective gas, but gently clamped the slow little thing with two fingers, just like a lizard catching flies with its tongue.

This scene made all the black people motionless, and the beard swallowed and spit: "Well... Maybe it's a good thing to meet our commander, which can make you wake up."

Commander? Pan Hongsheng hesitated for a moment and immediately realized: Maybe it was the establishment of the army in the past. They used to call their top leaders commanders...

Several black people drove a dilapidated pickup truck and took Pan Hongsheng up a mountain road.

North American greening is really good. Perhaps at that time, the industrialization developed a little later than that of Europe, and they fully learned from the experience of Europe, so their vegetation was not damaged by industrialization. In addition, the environmentalists in North America are very tough. Traveling in such a small town is really comparable to those domestic attractions.

The bearded sat next to Pan Hongsheng smoking a cigarette: "You have to think clearly that there are only two choices for the people our commander has met: one is to join us, and the other is..."

Pan Hongsheng slapped him without warning, took the cigarette butt in his hand and threw it out of the window: "Another nonsense will kick you down."

Where is the beard? Maybe he feels that he is a little ashamed in front of his men. He said viciously, "There is only such a place in the carriage now. Do you believe it when I am annoyed?"

"Bang!" Pan Hongsheng slapped the other party in the face again: "I told you to shut up! Give me another piece of nonsense?"

The bearded's sense of resistance was completely wiped away by this slap. He wiped his nosebleeds and reached out to ask his companions in front of him for a tissue to wipe the blood.

Pan Hongsheng glanced at these people. In fact, he was quite impatient.

Because Orion may send someone to contact him at any time, if he delays this matter for too long, he will probably miss the big deal.

The car finally arrived at the terminal. This is an abandoned power station. A pool of black wastewater outside explains the reason for the closure here. Many such normal factories in North America have been closed due to excessive environmental pollution indicators.

The rules of the game in the United States are very complete. Their UNEP is really doing things, unlike the domestic Environmental Protection Agency, which is just a rip-up.

Some offices in the United States have formed a perfect mechanism, saying that under this mechanism, there will be corruption and violations of rules; but their supervision agencies are more likely to correct violations, and truly achieve that every department has the responsibilities of each department; there will be no idle departments. The door and the officials who not only eat leisurely but also help.

Pan Hongsheng looked at the factory. It should be very expensive. The external equipment was relatively new, but it was shut down because of environmental pollution, and there was no room for negotiation.

This kind of closed factory owner is very miserable, because everyone is not willing to buy machine parts removed from here for fear of getting into trouble.

Pan Hongsheng followed these people into the factory, but suddenly stopped: "Don't tell me that your commander lives in such a damn place!" You seem to be a little dishonest."

"Hmm, you are really smart!" At this time, the beard was stuffed with two tissues in his nostrils to stop the bleeding, and a whistle suddenly poured out more than a dozen black people in all directions!

These black people hold baseball bats, daggers and pistols, and some still hold shotguns in their hands.

"You walked into the ghost door by yourself. Don't blame me." The bearded man smiled and said, "How dare you see our commander? It's so funny! Think about it in hell, how stupid you are!"

"Peng!" A man in the back shot. The bullet of the shotgun was very powerful, but it hit his own man head-on. A black man opposite him fell to the ground with a big blood hole in his chest!

"Bastard! Look at it! Where did the bastard go? The bearded man shrank back immediately, but his collar was held by a hand.

Pan Hongsheng held his beard in one hand and said quietly, "As you just said, I gave you a chance, but you didn't catch it..."

"Ah--"

The screams wandered back and forth in the empty valley, scaring several North American bald eagles flying around.

Half an hour later, Pan Hongsheng appeared in front of Orian, which surprised the temporary collaborator: "What? Are you in trouble? The person of the skeleton meeting?"

"No, a handful of dead men; but I suspect it's an impersonation." Pan Hongsheng thought about his almost defenseless opponents just now, which further confirmed his judgment.

"This kind of thing is very common. Black gangs in these small towns sometimes like to impersonate some big forces. Although the dead men act secretly, they are still relatively famous in this generation. After some citizens were robbed by them, they dare not speak out because of the reputation of the dead; and the real dead men have no time to fight. Take care of these impostors." Orian shook his head gently: "It seems that no matter where you go, you are a restless guy... It's hard for you to stay honest."

"I think I should help you get the rest of the protective clothing, which is also worthy of your assistance." Pan Hongsheng smiled bitterly and wiped the blood spots on his cheeks: "How's it going, that thing?"

Orian looked at him and didn't say anything for a long time, as if he was thinking about something.

Pan Hongsheng knew that the other party must be very contradictory. In fact, put yourself in the other's shoes. If he were Orion, he would probably be very hesitant at this time: help his opponent? What's good for yourself?

Obviously, the chips I provided for the other party are too reluctant.

The mess of the dead makes their original advantage no longer exist, but now they want to seek their own sworn enemies.

Pan Hongsheng knew that he was too cruel to those fakes just now, but the dead man really pissed him off. Don't say it's true. Even the fakes are killers.

Olian finally took his attention and handed a small bottle to Pan Hongsheng: "This is the unstable substance that destroys the effect of the catalyst. The probability of this kind of destroying the catalyst is about 70%."

"What? Isn't it fixed?" Pan Hongsheng was stunned. He was really not very proficient in chemistry.

"Brother, this is chemistry," Orion looked at him with tears and laughter: "This is what chemistry is like. It is very difficult to achieve a success rate of about 70%. No matter how high the success rate is, I don't know how long it will take. I have no problem... The person you mentioned can't wait."

Pan Hongsheng took over the reagent and took it in his heart: 70% of the success rate also needs to be combined with the antidote... The poisonous black scorpion in Rashahorn can be configured with an antidote, but if it is really unlucky and smokes, what if it doesn't work?

Her father relieved Hu Xianzhi's state. If these things can't play her due role, she will only have a dead end.

He worked hard to run for more than half of the earth to beg his enemy. Although it was shocking, he owed the other party a favor.

"Thank you so much this time. I will definitely keep my promise and get the rest of the protective clothing!" Pan Hongsheng sweated on his forehead, and this promise was not so easy to complete.

Unexpectedly, Orian didn't mention anything else, but gently told him, "Save people first. My unstable reagent can only be kept for a week. Don't let my pains and effort go in vain."

Pan Hongsheng didn't say much and waved his hand with a little embarrassment: "Thank you."

Watching Pan Hongsheng leave, a bald assassin came forward and asked, "Sir, is this too cheap for him?"

"You know what kind of people like this... His kindness is very valuable, and he is different from those guys in the skeleton club!"

In fact, Orian has his own considerations: now it is a three-party check and balance. No matter which side has a significant disadvantage, it will destroy the overall situation. He lost too much in the previous stage of the battle... At this time, selling personal feelings to Pan Hongsheng may be useful!

At the same time, Geis, who was nervously mobilizing troops, had received the news. She sneered at the red-haired man beside her and said, "You know? Pan Hongsheng and Orian already have signs of teaming up.

"Ah?" As soon as she said this, the people behind her were stunned.

Pan Hongsheng has just developed a protective suit specifically for Orian. They all know about this matter. In this case, it's good for Orian not to fight with Pan Hongsheng. How dare he join hands? It's a little strange.

"It's nothing strange. Orion learned that Pan Hongsheng had a sharp weapon to fight against himself and knew that he couldn't take advantage of it, so he took the opportunity to work together to avoid his own losses..." Geis smiled and said, "I really didn't expect that what we were most worried about finally happened."

"Actually, these have nothing to do with it." One person behind her ate and smiled: "Isn't it better? Hit them all! However, in the previous stage, we seemed to ignore Pan Hongsheng too much, which meant to raise a tiger. Now his wings are getting fuller and fuller and more difficult to deal with!"

"Jim, you seem to be eager to try. That's good!" Geis glanced at the red-haired man at the corners of his eyes: "That's good. You have nothing to do with Olian and Pan Hongsheng. You don't have to look forward when you fight..."