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Here, various forces will sign a peace treaty, declaring the end of the jihad.
The gold customized Quinjet fighter jet landed on the tarmac in style.
Ruda's fuselage is plated with a layer of gold edging, highlighting its identity and status.
Li Yao's outfit was worth hundreds of millions, and with Irene's support, he shook his head and got off the plane from the back cabin.
Dozens of congressmen were present, and they all had a number in their minds—6!
Deliberately press the timeline, just to pretend to be forced.
When Li Yao walked into the meeting room, an assistant handed him the documents to check.
"The truce announcement will be held in the next few days, but there is no specific notice yet."
Li Yao frowned, "Is the situation so complicated? The enemies are almost wiped out, so don't hurry up."
"The most important thing now is that the Pope is not dead, so it cannot be regarded as a truce," Mu Leng said in a low voice beside him.
Li Yao nodded.
"Then don't drop a few nuclear bombs, just destroy them."
"Anyway, the other side will let it go. Let's reciprocate."
Everyone was awe-inspiring and shocked.
Countless pairs of ears pricked up, looking at Li Yao vigilantly.
It made Mu Leng sweat profusely, you are really awesome, you can drop the nuclear bomb as soon as you say it.
Li Yao glanced around, curled his lips and said, "Relax, it's just a joke, and I won't really vote."
Everyone felt sad in their hearts: "Even nuclear bombs can't cure you, who knows if they are joking."
Now Li Yao's status is very detached, and he seems to be the focus of attention of all countries.
Once the relationship is rigid, it is not easy to say.
But that's all for later...
Li Yao raised his legs and continued to review the documents.
The druid's nuclear weapons were dismantled, and the opponent's countermeasures were completely lost.
It's just that the international side is humanitarian, and is still persuading those rebel troops to surrender, asking the pope to hand them over as soon as possible.
Of course, in this process, there are some differences among the several major countries.
Some are concerned about the supernatural power of the druids, while others covet the alien technology in the hands of the druids.
Many factors have caused the high-level executives to be wary, and they don't want to cut the mess quickly, but are prepared to nibble away a little bit.
Of course, there are some high-ranking members who hold objections.
The longer the truce was declared, the worse it was for the civilian population.
People are in a panic, when will they be stable.
Basically, the nations are now waiting for the Pope himself to declare surrender.
Or be more decent, quickly kill yourself with a gun, it's better than holding on to death.
After reading the records of all parties, Li Yao pouted.
Really awesome.
At the last moment, I still have to grind and chirp, and send troops directly to Pingchuan, and forget it after killing them.
What else do you want to do with emotion and reason.
It's all bullshit.
Li Yao hoped that the Pope would be tougher and not accept any terms of surrender.
Kill yourself quickly.
It is best to cut the belly, and the viewing angle will be better.
Chapter 187 The End of the War
Inside the druid bunker.
Black shrouds.
Dead silence.
Very dead.
The smell of saltpeter and gunpowder mixed and pungent, passing through the rooms of each building, one can peek at the situation of the wounded through the gaps.
The atmosphere of despair is bleak.
Although they are not dead yet, they are almost dead.
Everyone knows that the power of the church is gone forever, and their own Pope may be beheaded at any time.
The soaring anger of all countries will overwhelm the sky and burn everything here.
Hope, no one can see hope.
After all, not all believers have the attitude of seeing death as home.
At this time, the masked Pope stood in a command room with his hands behind his back, silently looking at the main control screen without saying a word.
Of the twelve priests, only Farr is still alive.
All the high-level people behind them looked at each other quietly, and no one spoke.
The atmosphere seemed very eerie.
"Your Excellency, why don't you feign death and retire," Farr said hesitantly.
The alien teleportation gun unearthed from the ruins can only teleport a small number of life forms. The current situation may teleport the Pope away alone, and there is still hope for a recovery.
The Pope closed his eyes and said hoarsely, "Retire?"
"The earth is too small, how long can I hide?"
Turning around, the Pope's dark eyes swept across the audience.
"I'll give you a chance, if you want to leave, stand up now!"
The beliefs of the high-level leaders were a little shaken, and they were afraid that the Pope was defrauding them.
In the face of death, some people have differences, like a gap.
The Pope took out the alien product, and the green fluorescent liquid glistened, indicating that it could still be transmitted.
"Let's go, I'm not joking," the Pope closed his eyes, and at this moment he felt relieved.
However, when one person pulled the teleportation gun, the internal storage container exploded for no reason.
Shock!
The expressions of the high-level officials changed drastically, and their speech was incoherent.
The atmosphere instantly became turbulent.
how so!
At this critical moment, how could this happen!
Is the device getting old? !
Someone tremblingly wanted to pick up the green liquid from the ground, but it was all in vain.
This miraculous substance evaporates quickly on contact with the air.
"Is this God playing tricks on me..." Someone muttered to himself, and the glimmer of hope that had just been ignited was instantly extinguished.
The Pope shook his head, looked at everyone indifferently, and said indifferently: "Since this is God's will, then there is no need for you to struggle."
This sentence sounds weird, and everyone doesn't quite understand what it means.
However, in the next second, the pope's face was gloomy, and his momentum gradually soared.
The rest felt fear and fear from the bottom of their hearts, opening their mouths in disbelief.
The Pope actually wanted to attack them!
At this moment, he is like an abyss, no one can see through it.
Everyone stopped talking, and all kinds of power suddenly appeared.
In their view, the Pope is no longer the Pope he once was.
Crazy, crazy.
The Pope shook his head, "It started with me, and I will end it all..."
......
after an hour.
The joint armies of various countries issued an ultimatum, and the soldiers are already approaching the city.
Numerous army troops arrived at the druid's underground air-raid shelter and surrounded it tightly.
Many soldiers are waiting for orders from their superiors.
Armored vehicles and fighter planes carrying heavy weapons rotated around, and the sound of engines continued to roar.
The aftermath and air waves shook the gravel on the ground.
As long as the high-level enemy is exposed, countless missiles can kill accurately.
It will be a scorched earth by then.
In the command operation room, Li Yao, as a secret service adviser, gathered with many officers, waiting for the final reply from the other side.
"There are still 10 minutes." General Mi Fang looked at his watch. "If the druids do not send back the notice after 10 minutes, then we will take violent armed measures."
Simply put, wipe them all out.
Li Yao raised his hand at this time, and said calmly: "Ten minutes is enough for them to escape. As far as I know, the Pope has a space jumping device from an alien civilization."
"As long as it is turned on, it can be transmitted to all parts of the world at any time."
The high-level people from other places nodded secretly.
That's right, they have already mastered this information.
Several decapitation operations failed for this reason.
It's a pity that a big country must pay attention to procedures and rules.
Li Yao could only curl his lips, lamenting that their efficiency was too low.
While the representatives of various countries were chatting with each other, the outside correspondent suddenly sent back front-line information.
It is said that the Pope appeared alone.
under the binoculars.
He was covered in blood, and his mental state didn't seem to be very good.
Li Yao stood up immediately, and said with a smile, "There must be a disagreement among the druids. Judging from the situation, it is estimated that many people died."
The worse the pope is, the happier he is.
......
"call......"
The heavy steps and the sound of breathing sounded like a broken blower, creaking.
The Pope braced his body, with blood foaming from his mouth, and tremblingly opened the bulletproof tunnel on the ground.
Snapped!
His hands were soaked in blood, and he pushed forward, even the white teaching robe turned into red at this moment.
The pope's body is riddled with holes, and none of them is good.
And behind him were dozens of corpses, lying in a pool of blood.