Nanjiang Military Region total Command Center.
The conference room is on the second underground floor.
Duan Hongyuan is sitting at the end of the long table.
There was a cup of tea in front of him. The tea was cold but he didn't drink it.
The two accompanying staff officers were arranged in the "lounge" next door, saying they were resting, and four Martial Saint late-stage officers were standing outside the door.
There are seven people sitting in the conference room.
Nanjiang Commander-in-Chief Zhao Mingtang is in the center, flanked by four generals Nanjiang Military Region.
Ye Chuxia is sitting in the second position to the right of Zhao Mingtang, wearing a straight military uniform and flipping through a defense document in his hand.
"General Duan, Nanjiang The defense density along the border really needs to be improved."
Ye Chuxia turned over a page of documents and spoke at a leisurely pace.
"The threat of Eastern Isle penetration is getting bigger and bigger, and we must close all loopholes."
Duan Hongyuan tapped his fingers twice on the table.
"Deputy Ye Chief of Staff, I've been here for a long time, but the communicator has no signal and I can't contact you outside."
"This..."
Ye Chuxia looked up with an apology on his face.
"Communication blocking is a routine security measure. It is the same for all personnel entering the underground meeting area. General Duan does not need to worry too much."
Duan Hongyuan glanced at her but didn't answer.
He knocked on the table twice more.
Zhao Mingtang coughed, picked up the tea cup and took a sip.
"Mr. Duan, the agenda of the joint meeting has not been finished yet, please sit down again."
"Agenda?"
Duan Hongyuan pushed the chair back.
"You invited me to a meeting, but there was nothing on the agenda related to Northern Territory. From beginning to end, I was talking about the deployment of Nanjiang."
"I, Northern Territory Chief of Staff, have been listening to your Nanjiang deployment for four hours."
"Zhao Mingtang, if you want to invite me to tea, just say so and don't beat around the bush."
Zhao Mingtang's tea cup paused in his hand.
Ye Chuxia put down the file and pursed his lips.
"General Duan misunderstood, the joint meeting..."
"Okay." Duan Hongyuan leaned back in the chair and folded his arms in front of his chest.
"I'm just sitting here. You can perform until whatever time you like."
After he finished speaking, he closed his eyes.
He looked like he was about to fall asleep on the chair.
Ye Chuxia and Zhao Mingtang exchanged a look.
Ye Chuxia's fingers clenched his fist under the table.
Enough delaying, Toxic Miasma Abyss should have solved it.
Wait for the message to be confirmed before processing Duan Hongyuan.
She picked up the document again, opened her mouth, and prepared to continue speaking.
Boom--!!
The whole building shook.
Duan Hongyuan's eyes opened.
Everyone stood up at the same time.
"What's going on?!" Zhao Mingtang slapped the table and roared.
The signal soldier's voice came in from outside the door, and his throat was broken.
"Report to the Commander-in-Chief! Someone... someone broke into Command Center!"
"The door was blown open!"
Zhao Mingtang's expression changed.
The door of Command Center is made of forty centimeter thick Spirit Pattern steel plate, and is designed to withstand the full force bombardment of Martial Saint Peak.
What could blow that thing away?
A second vibration came.
Closer than the first sound.
There are cracks in the wall.
Spirit Pattern The light of the reinforced layer flashed twice and then dimmed.
"The defensive formation is collapsing!"
Ye Chuxia stood up suddenly, the calmness on his face disappeared.
The third tone.
The door of the conference room was blown in from the outside by a force.
The door panel hit the long table with fragments, breaking the entire table in half.
Smoke and dust poured in from the doorway.
The sound of footsteps is neither urgent nor slow.
Stepping on gravel and metal fragments made a crunching sound.
The smoke dispersed.
Lin Feng walked in carrying Star Dragon World-Extinguishing Spear.
There were still blood beads hanging on the tip of the gun, dripping down.
There were drops all over the ground.
From the gate of Command Center to the conference room, all the guards who were originally on guard were now lying on both sides of the corridor.
Lin Feng's clothes were stained with dust and blood, and his expression was dull.
He scanned the people in the conference room.
His eyes paused on Duan Hongyuan.
Duan Hongyuan was sitting on a chair, with his arms folded across his chest and the corners of his mouth curved upward.
Nothing was said.
But that smile is more effective than anything else.
Lin Feng looked back and continued walking forward.
The tip of the gun was dragged on the ground, leaving a white mark.
Zhao Mingtang's face turned red. He slapped the broken tabletop, and the broken wood flew to both sides.
"Lin Feng! You are crazy!"
"This is the Nanjiang Military Region Command Center! Dragon Kingdom top military secret area!"
"You brought a weapon and forced your way in. Do you know what your crime is?"
"Rebellion! This is rebellion!"
Zhao Mingtang's roar bounced back and forth twice in the conference room.
Lin Feng stopped.
He tilted his head and looked at Zhao Mingtang.
"Commander Zhao."
Not loud.
"Would you like to take a look at the thing above your head first?"
Zhao Mingtang was stunned for a moment.
Then he heard it.
The sound coming from above the head penetrated the Spirit Pattern reinforcement layer.
There was a dragon's roar, low and long.
This dragon's roar penetrated all partitions, all defenses, and all formations on the second underground floor, and poured directly into the ears of everyone present.
Zhao Mingtang knelt down on the spot.
The four generals behind him turned pale, and two of them were already holding on to the wall.
Ye Chuxia's pupils suddenly contracted.
Martial Emperor.
The smell of the thing above Command Center is of Martial Emperor level.
"Nether Flood Dragon."
Lin Feng's voice spread in the quiet conference room.
"Just lie down on the roof of your Command Center building."
"If I wanted to rebel, this building would be in ruins by now."
Zhao Mingtang swallowed his saliva, trying to cover up his inner panic.
His mouth was open, and the words "rebellion" and the like were stuck in his throat, unable to come up or go down.
Ye Chuxia's hand shook under the table.
She took a deep breath and suppressed the shaking.
The collar on the back was soaked with cold sweat.
"Commander Zhao!"
Her voice rose in pitch and her finger pointed at Lin Feng.
"No matter what Exotic Beast he brought, forcing his way into the military area Command Center is a definite crime of treason!"
"He just injured dozens of our guards! The evidence is conclusive!"
She took a step forward.
"Order! Capture this traitor!"
Zhao Mingtang's mouth moved, and the confusion on his face was visible to the naked eye.
Duan Hongyuan was still sitting on the chair, motionless.
It was very relaxing to watch the play.
Lin Feng looked at Ye Chuxia.
"Treason?"
He laughed.
Then he reached into his arms and pulled out something.
Snap.
Throw it at the feet of Ye Chuxia.
A roll of parchment paper.
The unfolded corner revealed a few lines of words, as well as an ANBU seal of Eastern Isle Wind Demon Group.
"Mr. Ye Chief of Staff."
Lin Feng's spear tip hit the ground, and Platinum Dragon Flame jumped a little.
"This thing was found from Kazama Cang."
"It has your name, your coordinates, and your material handover time on the 15th of every month written on it."
"Would you like to look down?"