A dignified atmosphere spread in the conference room. Most people's hearts were heavy. Kuntakeda's dark forehead glistened with a glossy sheen. Drops of sweat condensed on his cheeks and slid down. Apart from him, everyone else was also sweating profusely. Because in front of them sat a handsome man who was two meters tall. This gorgeous man called Xue Feng was looking at them with a horrifying gaze. Especially his red pupils that occupied his entire eye sockets. They looked like a whole piece of blood-red agate. Just a glance at him would make them feel like they were about to faint. It was as if even their souls were being shaken by it.
The pressure that Xue Feng exerted on these people was the weight that Huang Tingwei used to put pressure on them. Originally, he should not have appeared here, but after the zombies and the mutant snake, these people did not seem to be very obedient. Huang Tingwei had no choice but to ask Xue Feng, who was watching a melodramatic TV series in the intelligence room, to cooperate with him.
Xue Feng had been living quite comfortably during this period of time. Some of the trivial things that he was not good at were taken care of by Xiang Yu 'er. In order to thank Xiang Mi' er, he even gave her the most precious crystal core. Of course, to him, Zhuo Mingyue liked the crystal core very much. If it was not for the low quality of the crystal core, he would not have gotten it. Xiang Yu 'er did not know the value of the crystal core, but when Huang Tingwei came to her with revival coins, she happily accepted it. Then she turned around and used the revival coins to buy sexy lingerie, high-end leather bags, and other luxury goods to dress herself up beautifully. She wanted to attract Xue Feng's attention, but she repeatedly failed.
Xiang Yu 'er failed to seduce Xue Feng, and during this period of time, Xue Feng had completely fallen in love with being a human. Not to mention the melodramatic TV series that always made him cry, there were all kinds of single-player games that made him addicted to them. There were all kinds of thrilling sci-fi movies, all kinds of beautiful music, and all kinds of luxury goods that opened his eyes. At this time, he realized that it was a waste of life to stay in the zombie horde. At the same time, he had 100% approval of humans, and shamelessly became the first male otaku after the apocalypse.
Huang Tingwei had interrupted the finale of the TV series, which made him very unhappy. Naturally, he vented his anger on Kuntakdai. They had different skin colors, which made Xue Feng feel extremely racist. All the powerful human beings he had met were yellow-skinned, and he himself was also yellow-skinned. Therefore, he did not like the foreigners who were white, black, or brown. He kept torturing those who did not even meet his standards with his intimidating aura.
"I don't want to say it again. You guys are dispensable to us. You have to give us an explanation for the huge losses and casualties caused by the New Era. It doesn't matter if you admit it or not, you will have to pay for it …"
Compared to the other party's nervousness, Huang Tingwei casually crossed his legs and leaned against the back of the chair, feeling infinitely relaxed. A pair of sharp eyes hidden behind the glasses swept across the men and women, trying to find something different from their faces. Both sides answered in English. Of course, Xue Feng didn't understand them very well. She was still thinking about the ending of the TV series that had been paused. She glared at the inferior people in front of her impatiently. A strong smell of blood slowly surrounded her, directly affecting Kuntakodai and the others.
Kuntakdai had already regarded the guy in front of him, who was taller than a basketball guard, as a non-human. Because his ability was mind control, he could always feel the difference between Xue Feng and a normal person. Kuntakdai was very nervous about this non-human in human skin. Not only him, but all the evolvers also felt a sense of danger from Xue Feng compared to the sacred-blood warriors. Even the low-ranking priests were not necessarily comparable to Xue Feng. The priests were the real trump cards of the New Era. Sometimes, they could almost be regarded as nuclear weapons.
"Mr. Huang, we came with great sincerity this time. Although we had some misunderstandings before, it was not caused by the New Era. On the contrary, we have a common enemy. It was all the president's fault. He bribed the person in charge of the Asian region to spy on the population of China and destroy the purpose of the New Era …"
"Humph …" Huang Tingwei coldly snorted Kuntachodai's nonsense, and then silently laughed. Along with his smile, Kuntachodai also squeezed out a trace of an ugly smile, as if to echo Huang Tingwei. He did not expect Huang Tingwei to suddenly pull out a pistol and slide it on the table in front of Kuntachodai, making them unable to understand the situation.
"You tell me, this gun killed someone. Should I blame the bullet in the gun?
Or the person with the gun? "
Huang Tingwei's words made the black man's expression change. The sweat on his forehead quickly condensed and glistened, and then his chest became wet at a speed visible to the naked eye. Looking at the black man whose breathing had become rough, Huang Tingwei pressed down on his slightly loosened glasses and wantonly looked at their expressions. He knew that Kuntakdai had heard the meaning behind his words. No matter who was to be blamed, their loss was a fait accompli, and no one could deny it. Whether it was the New Era or the president, both were responsible. After all, they were nominally a whole.
"Mr. Huang, I can't make a decision on your question because I'm just a small character. The decision of a big character often means the sorrow of a small character. In fact, when we came out, we were already prepared to disappear. Of course, as long as we can resolve the previous misunderstanding with you, I believe that we are willing to pay some price …"
This time, Kuntakdai put himself in a very low position, truly acknowledging Huang Tingwei's strength.
"Humph?
What a nice way to put it.
You don't have anything practical. Do you really think we're idiots?
I said that you have to give us an explanation, and this explanation is up to you. Don't use the construction technology of the Mourning Helicopter to fool us.
Unless you give us 100 manufacturing engineers and a full set of manufacturing equipment and material formulas … "
As soon as Huang Tingwei said this, Kuntakdai suddenly smiled bitterly. Not to mention the fact that the construction team of the Mourning Helicopter would need hundreds of supporting manufacturing factories, and not to mention that the mechanical equipment added up to more than a few thousand tons, even the Genesis didn't have the assembly factory to manufacture the Mourning Helicopter. How could they dare to agree to it?
Moreover, before the blueprint of the Mourning Helicopter was taken out, it received a lot of criticism and opposition. After all, even in the apocalypse, the Westerners subconsciously implemented a technology blockade against China.
"I'm sorry, I can't do what you said. After all, the construction factory of the Mourning Helicopter is in Europe, and for the time being, the helicopter that can be produced will not fall into our hands. The only thing we can provide is what we have …"
Kuntakdai admitted defeat. Their mission this time was very important, and they needed the help of China. However, they didn't have the weight to move the other party, so they fell into a deadlock from the beginning. Huang Tingwei's smile gradually disappeared from the corner of his mouth, and he took off his glasses with a long sigh. He squinted and wiped the lens with the corner of his eyes, and said, "It seems that we have nothing to talk about. You don't have what we want, and at the same time, you can't compensate us for your mistakes. Then, you can atone for the sins that you have committed in the New Era. I can see that you are all evolvers, and it just so happens that we have to deal with tens of millions of zombies on the other side of the river. As long as you can fight to the end and survive, I will forgive you for your past mistakes …"
Kuntakdai and the others stood up and glared at Huang Tingwei, as if they were ready to attack him at any time. Tens of millions of zombies were for them to deal with, even if they grew to become gods, it would still be impossible. Wasn't it obvious that Huang Tingwei wanted to torture them to death?
At this moment, the blood phoenix's eyes flashed with a bewitching red light. The blood aura around the blood phoenix suddenly turned into a blood mist. In a few blinks of an eye, the blood mist turned into a monstrous blood wave that spun and rippled in the room. Wave after wave of blood flowers splashed in the collision, but Kuntakeda and Huang Tingwei were separated. Huang Tingwei sat calmly in the distance, the blood wave that could devour him at any time seemed to have hit a transparent protective membrane, unable to move an inch. Meanwhile, Kuntakeda and the rest were all wrapped up in the blood wave. Even after using all kinds of methods, they still could not break free from the blood wave that was stronger than iron chains.
The old nun Taylor let out a scream at the end, but it was cut off by the wave of blood wrapped around her body. In the blink of an eye, all the blood disappeared. Only Kuntakdai and the others were still tied up by countless tiny blood lines like ropes. Looking at these works, Xue Feng raised her eyebrows slightly. She was also very satisfied that she could control the blood to such an extent. In her mind, she was recalling an evil comic that she saw on the computer by chance. It seemed that she was quite impressed by the person who created this kind of art.