Myth Invasion: I Kill the Gods on Earth

control center.

The originally tidy corridor was now full of bullet holes, the pungent smell of gun smoke filled the air, and the bodies of some soldiers and people wearing overalls were piled on the ground.

Behind the rooms in each corridor, there are people wearing work clothes guarding them with guns. At the end of each corridor, sandbags are built and temporary bunkers are set up, turning them into firepower strongholds.

A voice came over the intercom.

"Jody, how's it going?"

"There are still 50,000 people left, and we have taken control of this place." The leading man in work clothes picked up the walkie-talkie, "Boss Mu, please don't come in. If you do, you won't be able to get out."

"Your life means more."

Mu Wanxia on the other end said nothing.

"I will act according to the plan. This is it for now. Goodbye." Jody hung up the communication and looked down to see a comrade squatting on the ground, silently closing the eyes of a comrade's body.

"There's no need to do this, it's pointless," Jodi smiled: "We will reach a conclusion with them in twenty-two hours."

Some outcomes have been determined since stepping into this small courtyard.

They, and the 500,000 people who pretended to attack the Rockefeller Building, were here to die!

"Captain Qiao!" Someone suddenly grabbed a scientific researcher wearing a white coat and ran over, shouting: "He is the general person in charge of this control center!"

"Oh, just right." Jody chuckled: "Let me ask you, where is the control room that controls the Steel Gate?"

As soon as these words came out.

The person in charge suddenly widened his eyes, but still looked at the gun in Jody's hand and remained silent for a moment: "302."

"Let's go!" Jodi walked directly to the stairs - in order to avoid emergencies, this control center has spacious stairs.

Rockefeller Building.

The gunfire below had gradually subsided.

With seven thousand well-armed soldiers, supported by tanks and armored vehicles, outflanking them from behind, the three hundred thousand thugs were simply vulnerable, and the whole street was filled with broken corpses.

The streets leading to the Rockefeller Building were all scarlet.

Only the lights of the Rockefeller Building still shine brightly.

"Very good!"

"Very good!"

Mr. Carnegie stood in front of the window, looking at the ending battlefield below, breathing heavily and laughing: "We are safe, they are all dead, these lunatics..."

"Isn't it good to be alive? Why are you attacking us?"

"Pointless death!"

"Keep investigating, we must keep investigating, what are they going to do!"

Just as he was talking, General Mike walked out of the elevator with blood on his coat: "The battle is over."

"Still no survivors."

The old man frowned slightly: "Mike, your shoulders..."

General Mike said with a solemn expression: "Paul and I originally led people to surround the last few hundred thugs, waiting for them to finish shooting their bullets, and wanted to capture them alive, but the last few hundred thugs actually fired grenades and rushed towards us. … He’s really crazy, he just didn’t want to survive.”

"Those who were not killed were all poisoned."

Mr. Roosevelt said with emotion: "I really don't know how much money the people behind them gave them to make them even risk their lives."

The old man frowned: "What's the point of doing this?"

Mr. Carnegie on the side sneered: "Never mind them, do those thugs still need meaning in their actions! If they really have brains, they won't attack us. Anyway, this time..."

"Beep bell bell!"

The phone in front of the old man suddenly rang. The old man picked up the phone and his expression changed immediately.

hang up the phone.

The old man was silent for two seconds with a gloomy expression.

Then he slowly stood up and walked to Mr. Carnegie on crutches.

"Snapped!"

A slap, slapped directly over!

Mr. Carnegie staggered and almost fell, but he still covered his face and stood still: "Old man, you..."

"They took over the control center!" The old man stared at Mr. Carnegie: "Mr. Carnegie, because of your wise vote, they took over the control center!"

"Aren't you curious about what they want to do? Let me tell you, they took over the control center!"

"Those 300,000 people didn't want to kill us at all. It was just a feint attack! The other 200,000 people took over the control center in less than half an hour, all because of your wise judgment!"

"What?" Carnegie's voice trembled: "They... took down the control center?"

"The problem is huge now. They have taken over the control center, which means..." the old man said with a gloomy face, "They can open all the steel doors at any time."

"Once all the steel doors are opened..."

For a moment, everyone looked ugly.

On weekdays, it's just open, but now... the gods are coming outside!

Mr. Carnegie was stunned: "Then they will die too!"

"We will die too! Do you think those ants will die with us if they get desperate? Our lives are worth more than theirs!" the old man said through gritted teeth.

"Everyone, calm down." General Mike stood up and said, "I'm going to lead a strong attack."

"Don't attack by force!" The old man shook his head slowly: "Don't push them into a hurry. If you really attack them by force, they really dare to open it!"

"Mike, you go and lead people to surround the control center first! Put pressure on them, but don't attack!"

"yes."

General Mike was about to leave again, but Mr. Carnegie suddenly slapped his head: "I know what they want to do."

"What are you doing?" The old man glanced at him.

"You want to negotiate with us!" Mr. Carnegie laughed: "Haha, so many people died and the control center was taken, isn't it just for money?"

"The clothes and clothing of these people should be from the bottom of the shelter."

"They desperately want to live a good life!"

"They want money! So they took down the control center at this time just to ask us to negotiate and ask us for money!"

"We, the Jishi Association, are not short of money! No matter what request they make, we can agree to it! As long as it ends when the gods descend..."

The others nodded slightly.

indeed.

In their opinion, besides money, what else could make these people so desperate?

The old man frowned, he always felt something was wrong.

For money, it is understandable that the two hundred thousand people took over the control center.

But those 300,000 people were clearly a feint to die. Their lives were all gone, so why did they need money?

He didn't understand why those people were so unafraid of death.

He paid such high salaries to the Jishihui soldiers, but he had never seen those soldiers be so loyal.

The old man felt as if he was playing chess with an enemy that was too powerful to imagine. He could not understand or predict every move of the enemy. This feeling made him very uneasy.

"It's not that simple," the old man shook his head, "There must be someone behind these people. That person..."

And right now.

"Beep bell bell!"

The phone on the old man's desk rang again.

After glancing at the number, the assistant's expression changed: "It's from the control center!"

For a moment, everyone shut up.

He picked up the call on speakerphone, and immediately heard a laugh coming from the other end of the phone: "Good evening, everyone, distinguished gentlemen of the World Aid Society."

"Who are you?" the old man asked slowly.

"The current person in charge of the control center, the person who controls the 356 steel gates, the person who controls your destiny." The person over there chuckled.

As soon as these words came out, everyone had complicated expressions.

The old man looked ugly: "What do you want?"

"We...may want a little too much."

"How much?" The old man said bluntly.

"No money is needed. We know that under your control, no amount of money will be enough." The person over there smiled, "What we want are resources."

As soon as these words came out, everyone's pupils shrank suddenly.

General Mike's eyes were full of astonishment. This was different from his and Mu Wanxia's previous plan!

Why are you really here for negotiation?

"Resources?" The old man was stunned for a moment.

"Resources." The person on the other end of the phone smiled: "Now, I request that 60% of the resources controlled by each family, such as fuel, food, water, etc., be sent to Shelter No. 3 immediately. In addition, You are handing over actual ownership of the Wealth Haven to Mr. Carnegie and the Carnegie Corporation."

"This matter must be signed by a contract and stamped with the seal of the Jishi Association. There is no regret."

As soon as these words came out, everyone looked at Mr. Carnegie in horror.

Shelter No. 3 is controlled by the Carnegie Group!

Moreover, we have to give up the refuge of wealth to Mr. Carnegie?

Mr. Carnegie also looked stunned and in disbelief.

General Mike was also extremely surprised. There was no negotiation in his original plan!

At this moment, General Mike was a little nervous - had Mu Wanxia ruined the plan? Was she really here to obtain benefits through negotiation?

Could it be that I trusted the wrong person?

Could it be that the pure fire in those eyes was fake? She took the weapons and equipment she had secretly given at great risk to negotiate interests with Jishihui?

And why should the resources and shelter obtained from the negotiation be given to the Carnegie family? Did Mu Wanxia secretly reach some kind of cooperation with the Carnegie family?

"Impossible!" A Jishihui member immediately stood up, "Monsanto Group does not agree, our food..."

Other Jishihui members also stood up with ugly faces and strongly refused.

The old man looked at Mr. Carnegie silently, frowned and said: "Your conditions are too harsh..."

"With all due respect, you have no right to refuse." After saying this, the other end of the phone continued: "These gates are the ones that control the Steel Gate, right?"

But not to them.

Instead, he said it to the person in charge of the control center in a white coat.

The person in charge of the control center looked at the muzzle of the gun against his head, pointed at the wall full of gates and nodded.

"Gentlemen, maybe you don't understand the current situation." Jodi held the phone and reached out to pull down the gates one by one: "In order to let you understand the current situation, I am willing to show my sincerity first."

"Click."

"Click."

"Click."

On the phone, there was a clear sound of metal collision.

Everyone in Jishihui looked confused and didn't know what it meant.

But the next moment.

"Mr. Rockefeller!" The assistant held the walkie-talkie with a pale face and said loudly: "The third steel door currently blocking the gods has been opened...the fourth, the fifth, the sixth, the seventh..."

"He's opening the steel gate!"