The Legendary Mechanic

The headquarters base was like a silent black mountain range, covered in death silence, the open air was full of abandoned unmanned vehicles, the smell of fuel mixed with nitrogen smoke, the window crevices of a building revealed countless pairs of trees and lost eyes, and all the remaining fighters hid in the building with a misty atmosphere.

While the six-country siege force is invisible at the end of the horizon, everyone knows that countless missiles have locked the base population at Headquarters and will strike their heads at any moment, turning into flames, burning them out and purifying everything.

No one knows what will happen in the future.

It all depends on the budding final decision, surrender, and perhaps even a hint of hope.

After all, not everyone sees death as home.

The basement headquarters central control room, the screen shows what is happening today, the blue representative sprouting only leaves a lonely headquarters, while the red of the six countries is spread all over the rest of the continent, with no way to go.

The leader in the mask stood in front of him, silently looking at the screen, and behind him all the highest-ranking eyes changed quietly, no one spoke, and he was silent.

“What are you going to do?” A senior man hesitated to say.

The chief closed his eyes and waited anxiously before he said, "Fire all nuclear bombs. ”

The high echelons were shocked, and a high-powered bald head could not help but say: “The Six Kingdoms have locked us in, and it is impossible to belong together. This is suicide! ”

“What, you want to shake your tail to the Six Kingdoms?” There is no fluctuation in the tone of the chief, “don't forget what the bud was built for, no defeat, only death. ”

The high echelons are people who have lost their country in abhorrence of the Six Nations, but not all of them can live in the face of death, and in their view it is simply futile to die, even if the Six countries' promise to surrender or not kill is not credible, but there is always a better chance than no hope.

“I disagree.” The bald top came out and drank.

The chief turned around and his shady eyes swept over a face, fading away: "You or you? ”

Some of the higher echelons looked at each other uncompromising, and others bowed their heads, without exception, replacing the answer with silence.

Faced with the survival of life and death, there was disagreement between the chief and all high levels, as if a gap had been divided between the two sides.

“What if I insist?” The chief calmed down.

"Launching a nuclear bomb requires two special keys, system permissions, your fingerprints and pupils, you have permissions, and you only have one key, the other on the vice president's side, and he's on our side. ”

The chief looked around, "Where is he? ”

“Nature isn't here, it won't give you any chance. ”

The chief shook his head, "Looks like you've already made a decision privately. ”

“Don't be impulsive, we still have a chance to rise again in Dongshan, don't die for nothing...” The bald top persuaded him to just say a few words and then suddenly paused, his eyes unbelievably widened. As he spoke, the chief slowly pulled out of his pocket two key passwords for launching nuclear bombs, including, of course, the key that was supposed to belong to the vice president.

“You, how...”

“Oh, my God, put it down! ”

“Why are the keys here?! ”

“Where's the vice president? ”

The high echelons were dramatically changed, speechless, and disturbed.

The chief held the key and silenced.

“Give me the keys, we can't let you do whatever you want.” The bald-headed higher-level tried to control the muscles on his face so that he didn't show a look of anger and panic, his voice trembling and his other hand whispering behind his back.

The chief shook his head and looked at the crowd indifferently, faintly: “Melco, five days ago you contacted Red Maple privately, Dolomend, Odivina and you made some small promises, Renu, Rui Lan promised to protect you...”

He sighed at the names of most of the people in this room and looked stunned, slowly: “The end of your surrender is different from other budding fighters, so don't be ridiculous, you can do whatever you want. ”

The upper layers of the face were shady and uncertain, raising the perceived fear from the bones.

The former chiefs, though daunting, can roughly speculate, but since the fall of the war, the chief has become more and more invisible, and no one knows what he is thinking... exactly zero has escaped the siege and the chief has changed.

As if it had become an invisible abyss, and the festival of war had failed, he had remained calm as water, and it seemed that the desperate state of affairs could not provoke him any anger.

The door opened, dozens of executives walked in, silently surrounded the chief, and the top ranks retreated.

These executives are all their people, and since the beginning of the war, budding executives have suffered heavy casualties, and the high levels are consciously protecting their lineage. A powerful force, everyone has their own covert Abacus and their own power, and budding cohesion comes from hatred, not from loyalty to a particular person.

The crowd stopped talking, and the bald-headed high echoed, and the executives were stupidly moving, and all colors of power and flames lit up.

The leader sighed in the colourful light.

“I'll take you to the vice president. ”

……

Far from headquarters are the combined positions of six countries, countless armed forces on standby, a group of missile-mounted fighters hovering in the air, the sound of engines roaring through the sky, sonic waves and vibrations raging across the sky, and the tents and carriers on the ground shivering slightly on the armoured plates.

Ground missile vehicles are ready for launch and satellites and detection devices are constantly following the missile wells and aerial conditions at Headquarters. Once something dark rises, it can be intercepted in the first place, detonated in the air, and all missiles are dumped by last resort, turning the budding headquarters into scorched earth.

In the conference room, officers representing each of the six countries gathered and waited anxiously.

“Seven hours, thirty-two minutes, fifty-second, one second before the ultimatum, the buds have yet to respond.” Officer Red Maple keeps looking at the clock.

“I think the ultimatum should be extended to allow buds to reconsider and not act hastily.” The representative of Odivina said.

Nobody cares about him.

Officer Rui Lan froze, "We contacted four budding executives in private, and the last time they sent a message, they were trying to convince the budding leader. ”

Other countries nodded in the dark, and they all did the same thing, and in the face of this desperate situation, a number of budding high-ranking people were willing to make deals in exchange for security.

Naturally, the condition of the six countries is to demand budding surrender, and surviving hostages is naturally the best outcome.

“It's been an hour and twenty minutes since the last call, and no new news has arrived. ”

“Keep waiting, we have time. ”

Officials from all over the country had mixed discussions, and that was how the situation was. They stood undefeated, gave budding choices, and all they could do was wait.

Haixia's officer sighed: "Who exactly is the budding leader? According to Dark Net intelligence, the budding leader came from the annihilated Golan, and the budding organization's predecessor was Ming Mok. We went through all the files, but never found out the exact identity of the budding leader...”

Bennett handed over the information that Hannis had found to the six countries, believing that with the power of the six countries, more details should be found, but the six countries could not do anything about it, and the budding leader was like a ghost without a past, with a backlog of files and literature without any record, and Hannis had found all the information.

“Didn't you Rui Lan destroy Golan? Do you have any information?” Xinglong asked.

Officer Swirland shook his head, "We even checked the list of civilians who received and executed the Golan in that year. None of them fit. Our country sent visitors to the original Golan area and nothing remained to be found… I doubt the intelligence of the dark web is true. ”

PS: (Should be able to finish the next chapter by 12 o'clock...)