The plunder of the heavens begins with the Spirit Cage.

Before the islanders could fully assemble, a sharp whistling sound from the sea tore through the air.

"Da da da da—!"

The dense machine gun bullets passed through the simple walls unimpeded, and in the blink of an eye, the guards in the camp were scattered and defeated.

"Don't panic! Hold them off!" The camp leader was still trying to organize a counterattack.

But when the smokers on several motorboats excitedly flew into the camp from the reinforced gangplank, opened fire, and caused more chaos, the outcome was already decided!

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Molotov cocktails exploded in the center of the atoll and on the warehouse, sending flames soaring into the sky and billowing thick smoke.

The entire atoll camp was instantly engulfed in flames, smoke, and carnage, a scene of carnage. Just as the people in the camp were filled with panic and despair!

Om-!

Two dark figures descended from the sky with a soul-piercing buzz, instantly drowning out the gunshots and screams below.

Everyone in the fierce battle, whether they were smokers hacking and slashing wildly or islanders struggling to resist, involuntarily froze and looked up in astonishment.

Two enormous black metallic objects, without wings, flew in the sky, emitting flames.

"Ahem, everyone here, listen up!"

"Put down your weapons and surrender on the spot!" Lin Ye said, about to repeat himself.

Zhao Ang immediately slapped him!

"Are you stupid?! People here are from the Hela Empire, they speak English!"

"Hehe, I'm so used to simultaneous interpretation, who would have thought I'd encounter something like this one day."

Lin Ye laughed heartily, but hadn't said anything more yet.

Upon hearing the monster's voice, the "natives" of the atoll camp trembled and knelt on the ground.

For these people who have lived at sea for generations, the most advanced things they have ever seen are ships and airplanes fueled by smokers.

However, compared to those indigenous people whose knees buckled and who knelt on the ground in fear and awe, babbling and shouting incoherently.

Upon receiving news that there was land near the atoll camp, Deacon and his men, who had brought smokers to plunder, were equally stunned.

But I'm not as ignorant of the world as these illiterate people.

As pirates in the central Pacific, they naturally had the opportunity to come into contact with the New Federal State.

Otherwise, how could they exchange the grain they plundered for guns?

Although the workings of flying cars are unclear, the people inside must be the ones operating them.

"Ake, shoot them down with the machine gun!" Deacon said, and pulled the trigger first at the two hovercraft in the sky.

"Da da da da—!"

His gunshots rekindled the smoker's ferocity, showing that he was more worldly than the illiterate man in the camp.

The boss had already fired, so they didn't care what the flying objects in the sky were anymore.

"Hahaha, die!!"

"Da da da da da!"

Driven by greed and madness, the smokers yelled and raised their guns, unleashing a hail of bullets into the sky.

The chaotic gunfire and bullets struck the armored hull of the hovercraft, creating tiny sparks.

"Alright, they fired first~" Lin Ye helplessly spread his hands and looked at Zhao Ang.

"Then let's get started," Zhao Ang said, pressing the button on the smart-locked guided missile.

call out!call out!

Two missiles, trailing bright flames, hurtled towards the machine gun positions on the sea and the ship where Deacon was located.

They and their boat instantly transformed into a massive fireball, scattering broken metal and human remains everywhere.

And then... that was it.

A violent explosion occurred, and five or six soldiers in power armor descended upon the camp.

A group of smokers, as if they had seen a ghost, fired in fear, but regained their senses after the soldiers shot them one by one, blowing off most of their bodies and heads. They knelt down, covered their heads, and surrendered!

The Black Fang Army has lived in the apocalypse for several years, and they have no mercy. Any enemy who dares to fire on them will only die.

"Hehe, I didn't expect to gain so much by just randomly choosing a location to explore."

Looking at the group of people dressed in tattered clothes kneeling on the ground, Lin Ye understood that these were the 'unregistered residents' that Lin Yushan had mentioned.

"Set up the buoy and call people over to come and get the person."

"I've already asked around, and those robbers who claim to be smokers have another thousand men on an oil tanker dozens of kilometers away."

"We can't let so much manpower go to waste at sea," Zhao Ang said.

Their mission this time was to go to the NUC's territory to gather information.

Even after hearing gunfire along the way and changing course to take down so many people, they wouldn't stop their mission for a moment.

Anyway, once their ship is blown up, they can only obediently wait where they are.

Chapter 75 Formal Meeting

Even before the hovercar landed at the designated location, the grand welcoming ceremony already made the people inside feel the overwhelming enthusiasm.

This is not some superficial project or formalism; it is the first time in over two hundred years that this land has welcomed formal diplomacy.

They seemed to be extraterrestrial visitors, so they naturally displayed their vitality.

The story continues with a description of a man named Liu Wenyan who greets him with a handshake, first offering a simple apology that the leader was busy and he had come to meet him, hoping for understanding.

Then he added, "The leader is already waiting for him at the Kunlun base."

The cabin door slid open slowly, and Liu Wenyan, along with officials of all ranks, were already waiting at the bottom of the gangway.

Seeing Lu Qianwei step out of the cabin, he first bowed to greet him, then reached out to shake hands: "I am really sorry, Mr. Lu, the leader is currently tied up with some matters, and I hope he can understand."

Before Lu Qianwei could answer, he quickly introduced himself: "My name is Liu Wenyan. I will be accompanying you today. The leader is expected to meet you this afternoon."

That's obviously a lie; the other side had two armed vehicles and powered armored vehicles right there.

How could they possibly trust their leader to be in danger?

Leaving aside the leaders, apart from Liu Wenyan, the large group of people who came to receive them, though seemingly impressive, were mostly grassroots cadres.

To put it bluntly, it's just a stopgap measure for safety reasons.

The other party really has ulterior motives. If the decision-making system is not disrupted, Huazhou will not fall into chaos.

Lu Qianwei was perfectly aware of this kind of thing; he had seen similar situations before after the apocalypse.

When Dong Mingxi first came here, he hid in the bunker and waited for the guards to separate. He stayed in Fenghuo City for one night before he appeared.

For security reasons, during this period, I was also observing and analyzing the other party's true purpose for coming.

Knowing perfectly well what was going on, Lu Qianwei naturally didn't give her a hard time or make things difficult for her.

He himself had come through this as the leader; he wouldn't risk his life like that.

Following the host's lead, Lu Qianwei cooperated with Liu Wenyan in taking care of his own safety, and followed in his footsteps, taking a cursory look at this steel city built on the sea for more than 150 years.

Liu Wenyan's introduction was concise and professional, highlighting the city's defense system, resource production, and people's livelihood.

As Lu Qianwei observed the city's charm and people, he also verified the information in Liu Wenyan's words, gradually gaining an understanding of what kind of place Huazhou was.

Liu Wenyan also subtly probed along the way, from the base's operational model to its attitude towards external contacts.

After several exchanges, it was confirmed that what Lu Qianwei said was true—the other party genuinely wanted to facilitate this diplomatic effort and had no malicious intent.

As the visit drew to a close, Liu Wenyan's communicator rang at just the right moment.

He glanced at it, a relieved yet slightly formal smile spreading across his face.

He turned to Lu Qianwei and said, "Mr. Lu, the leader just finished a meeting not long ago."

They have prepared a small feast; please allow me to take you there to show you hospitality.

Lu Qianwei nodded in agreement: "Okay, Mr. Liu, please lead the way."

Since ancient times, the Chinese dining table has not only satisfied the appetite but also served as an important social and diplomatic occasion.

"Food is the first necessity of the people," and inviting someone to share a meal demonstrates closeness, trust, and respect.

After passing through multiple security checks, the car finally stopped in front of a brick-built hotel.

Liu Wenyan led Lu Qianwei through several brightly lit corridors to a door.

Two solemn-looking guards stood at the door. Liu Wenyan nodded in acknowledgment, and the guards opened the door.

The elegantly decorated restaurant is not luxurious, but it is very clean and tasteful.

Under the soft light, a huge mahogany round table was placed in the center, with three people already standing beside it, smiling and waiting.

The leader was a tall and upright man. Although he was over fifty years old, his eyes were bright and his demeanor was as calm and composed as a deep pool and a towering mountain. He was none other than Shen Yanzhou, the leader of Huazhou.

To his left was an elderly man with his hair meticulously combed.

On the right is a middle-aged man with a burly build and a resolute expression.

Although his shoulder insignia had been removed, his rugged military bearing was still evident, clearly indicating that he was a key figure in the navy.

Upon seeing Lu Qianwei enter, Shen Yanzhou immediately stepped forward with a gentle smile and extended his hand in apology, saying, "Mr. Lu, I am extremely sorry!"

Something has happened at the Kunlun base, requiring me to return to the seabed to oversee the situation. Please forgive any rudeness!

Lu Qianwei extended his hand and shook hands firmly with Shen Yanzhou: "Mr. Shen, you flatter me."

If there's anything I can do to help, please don't hesitate to ask.

This was originally a perfectly standard polite remark in diplomatic settings.

Unexpectedly, upon hearing this, Shen Yanzhou held Lu Qianwei's hand and did not immediately let go.

His smile remained gentle. "Mr. Lu, is what you say true?"

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