My Apocalypse Fortress Vehicle

The officer sent a helicopter, and the helicopter was driven by an elderly pilot. He was taciturn and had a gloomy expression, but the helicopter drove very steadily. It can be seen that he used to be a full-time soldier.

Sitting on this helicopter, Wang Zhian closed his eyes and thought about what to say for a while. He was still a little panicked in his heart, but more importantly, he felt calm after breaking a jar.

The helicopter slowly flew out of the bunker. Wang Zhian had not seen the scene outside the bunker for a long time. He originally thought that he would live in the bunker for the rest of his life.

At this moment, sitting in the helicopter, he looked at the land that he was once familiar with but was now completely unfamiliar, and he couldn't help but laugh at himself a few times.

In the past, if he had known that someone was making such a huge gamble in order to continue to sacrifice his political career, he would have been furious and reprimanded that person severely.

Unexpectedly, I turned into that kind of person in the end.

"That's all."

Wang Zhian shook his head, closed his eyes, and stopped looking at the land below. The word "that's all" is his favorite word now.

The helicopter flew slowly in the air, getting closer and closer to the clear water. After an unknown amount of time, the driver said calmly:

"Chairman, Qingshui will be here soon."

Hearing this, Wang Zhian opened his eyes, nodded and replied to the driver:

"Lower the altitude and do a few more laps over the clear water to let them know we mean no harm."

"clear."

Although the pilot looked gloomy on the outside, he actually did his duty and flew at low altitude in full accordance with Wang Zhian's orders. The white flag on the hanger was flying in the wind, like a pillar of shame, pinning Wang Zhian on it.

After flying at low altitude for a while, they heard the sound of a motorcade coming over. Wang Zhian had heard this familiar sound of a motorcade in the footage transmitted back by Helicopter No. 2.

As soon as he heard the sound of the car, he suddenly felt nervous, and beads of sweat could not help but form on his forehead.

Sure enough, a few familiar modified ambulances drove slowly not far away.

They drove under the helicopter and stopped. The door of the leading ambulance was opened first.

It's a man in black robe, with red eyes painted on his clothes.

He held up a loudspeaker, stood on the ground, and shouted loudly to the helicopter where Wang Zhian was:

"Are you the survivors who came to seek refuge with the Prophetic Cult?"

"Get the plane off."

Wang Zhian said to the driver.

Hearing this, the pilot seemed not to be afraid of death, and drove the helicopter to the ground with a cold face.

After the helicopter landed on the ground, Wang Zhian opened the hatch, tremblingly walked out and stood outside.

Upon seeing Wang Zhi'an, everyone in the Prophet's Cult was shocked, and then quickly took a defensive posture. Apparently, they were worried about an ambush surrounding Wang Zhian.

"Don't be nervous, don't be nervous. I'm here to negotiate with you. To show my sincerity, I didn't bring any weapons this time, except for a helicopter pilot, and I didn't bring any escorts."

Hearing this, the man in black robe holding the loudspeaker hesitated for a few moments and was about to poke his head towards Fang Yuqing who was sitting in the ambulance to ask. Unexpectedly, Fang Yuqing took the initiative to open the car door and walked out.

"Isn't this Chairman Wang? The Chairman Wang who claims to be absolutely honest and selfless, and who loves the people like a son. I used to see you on the TV in the hospital. When I was in school, I even recited your inspiring words. speech.”

Fang Yuqing said as she walked towards Wang Zhian.

The man in black robe originally wanted to dissuade him from coming forward, for fear of an ambush, but after receiving a fierce glance from him, he did not dare to say a word.

Fang Yuqing slowly walked up to Wang Zhian. He was short and thin, with a dead white complexion. He looked like a water monkey that had just lost its hair. Compared with Wang Zhian, who had been the chairman for many years and had a straight body, he looked much more wretched. Obscene.

But at this moment, his aura showed an overwhelming advantage. Wang Zhian looked at him and realized more deeply that this man was as scary as a ghost.

It was a kind of deep lifelessness that only dead people have.

He took a deep breath, calmly, without showing his inner uneasiness, slightly bent down, and said to Fang Yuqing:

"I came to negotiate sincerely, without any adulteration. No matter what conditions you propose, I am willing to agree, as long as your Prophet is willing to cooperate with us and share your technology."

Hearing this, Fang Yuqing pursed her lips, shook her head slightly, took a step back, and looked Wang Zhian up and down like a lost dog:

"Are you willing to agree to anything?"

"That's right."

"Then I want to kill you, Chairman Wang!"

As soon as these words came out, Wang Zhian's heart rose directly to his throat, and he stared at Fang Yuqing.

This negotiation is different from any negotiation he has experienced in the past. In the past, those people were heads of countries, and everyone would be under careful protection to ensure that there would be no accidents.

And they will try to choose a civilized way of communication that is beneficial to both parties, because everyone's strength is basically the same. Whoever dares to be the first to break this balance will end up in a dead end.

But now, Wang Zhian is in an extremely unsafe state, and he does not have any bargaining chips in his hands to trade with the Prophetic Cult.

It was more of a humiliating peace than a negotiation.

He couldn't figure out what Fang Yuqing was thinking. This thin man, who was almost ready to die at any moment, seemed to have a fire burning in his heart that was about to destroy the entire world.

Wang Zhian finally chose to take a gamble. He nodded and said:

"If you really want it, I promise."

"What courage!"

Unexpectedly, Fang Yuqing suddenly burst into laughter.

He laughed for a long time before stopping:

"Tell me first what you want."

Seeing that there was hope, Wang Zhian quickly said:

"We have only two requests. First, we hope to share the technology to control infected people; second, we hope that the Prophet will not attack our armed forces again in the future. On these two points, there are no other requests. As for what you want, now You can bring it up."

Fang Yuqing raised her eyebrows as she listened. Just as he was about to say something, he suddenly coughed several times.

After coughing violently, his face became even paler, but his expression was still arrogant:

"Yes. Our request is also very simple. We mentioned it to you last time. Four-fifths of the government's control is to promote the teachings of our prophets throughout the country. At that time, Chairman Wang, you did not agree. I don't know. Now what do you think.”

Whenever I hear this request, it is so excessive.

Even when China was at its weakest, there had never been such unfair negotiation conditions. It's like completely trampling people under their feet.

But Wang Zhian had no choice. His face was red, all caused by the surge of blood. He tried his best to stay rational, gritted his teeth, and said word by word:

"Of course I can agree to your conditions."

"good!"

Fang Yuqing clapped her hands, obviously quite satisfied with the result.

He chuckled like a reanimated skeleton:

"Since you are so sincere, let me reveal to you the truth that you mortals cannot touch in this life."