"Our base was destroyed!" Archil said concisely.

Osmon's expression froze.

"Destroyed? How is this possible! How is this possible! My base is impeccable! Iron barrel one! No one can destroy my base!"

Archil held the remote control and lit it up against the screen on the wall.

Images before the destruction of the base gradually appeared on the screen, and in addition, there were images overlooking the above.

When he saw that the No. 1 base was directly blown away by huge waves, Osmon finally couldn't sit still and bounced off the chair.

"How is this possible! They! How did they do this? Is there their undercover inside our people?"

Osmon tried hard to prevent himself from being angry, and stood in front of the screen with his hands on his hips, his face turned pale.

My most proud work of art was destroyed, and this mood was on the verge of explosion.

Just like an ordinary person building a building with cards was deliberately destroyed by someone, there is no one who explodes without a mindset!

Osmon was not furious and had already controlled it very well!

As her cheek muscles squirmed, Osmon scratched his forehead with his fingers and asked again, "How did they do it?"

Achiel said, "Based on the only remaining pictures, they made a hole from the underground, and they should have poured combustible gases and directly overturned the first and second floors of the bases. The ultimate warriors of No. 3 and No. 4 and more than a dozen super warriors were all dead."

Osmon suddenly laughed.

Standing in the floor-to-ceiling window, looking outside, with hands on your hips, the laughter gradually grew.

Seeing this, Archer learned that his boss was in urgent need of venting.

Click on a console.

Several plump beauties with blond hair, blue eyes, long legs came in from outside.

Osmon grabbed a woman's hair and pressed her to kneel in front of him.

"I'm very angry now!"

Osmon turned his head and looked at Archil.

"I'm very interested in him now! I want to live!"

Archil nodded and leaned over and walked outside.

....

Wang Han sat on the roof of the car and watched the ragged hostages being rescued one after another.

Pressing the headphones, "Ron, how is it over there?"

"The last one left has not been resolved, it seems to be true."

Wang Han popped a candy into his mouth.

"Where are the people?"

"Marseille!" said Ron.

Wang Han helped up a skinny old man, "The specific location and the next move!"

After a long time, Ron spoke.
Chapter completed!