Chapter 1265: Zhang Tie's Return

"Captain Lin, are we going into the dungeon?"

"In the Soviet warzone, inside the Safe Zone on the tundra frontline, before the wide conference table, Xiong Hanzi lowered his head, extremely nervous, and furtively replied to Lin An's message."

"That's right, just use the teleport portal to come back."

"This instance is short; what did you exchange in the competition? Are you confident about advancing to the fourth stage?"

Walking out of the core fortress, Lin An subconsciously looked up at the sky and casually asked Zhang Tie.

So much happened in just a few hours; after coming out, it felt as if a long time had passed.

After the Second Will disappeared, he didn't seize Chu An to question anything.

Even if he really felt that the Second Will had an impulse, planning to overturn the board right now. He could even guess that the Second Will might promise not to "act" against him, or not to further accelerate the Fearful Body's progress.

But only Lin An himself knows; perhaps even after knowing the so-called truth, he wouldn't do anything.

Mirror.. white silhouette..

The one playing chess may not be Chu An..

He originally thought only he had guessed part of the secret, but now it seems Chu An also knows.

This means his original speculation might be even more terrifying than imagined...

A worried, grim face.

Zhang Tie helplessly waved his hand to stop the blonde fierce sister behind him from massaging, sighing continuously in his heart.

He had only just arrived in Soviet Russia not long ago, and he hadn't yet seen the legendary 'foreign mare'...

Now it's fine; just a few hours later, Captain Lin is going to call him back.

Ah, suffering... My old Zhang's life, why is it so hard...

Seeing the various high-level officials looking at him with reverence, Zhang Tie almost cried out in sorrow.

Although his treatment in Long An isn't low either, how can it compare to Soviet Russia!

Who is he!

Lei En!

Damn awesome Lei En!

He merely hinted at wanting to experience the meaning of "art," and the entire Soviet high command went crazy, directly summoning the Royal Theatre; the ranks of blonde big‑haired women almost made his eyes go straight.

Those legs, that chest, so white and big.

He didn't even doubt that he could experience what is called heaven on earth; if he felt bad, letting Soviet Russia set off a nuclear bomb as fireworks would be no problem.

Absolute authority! Absolute control!

This is the manifestation of Lei En's status in Soviet Russia!

"Okay, Captain Lin..."

"Would one hour work...?"

"Just one hour, please..."

Inside the meeting room, many Soviet high‑level officials looked anxiously at Lord Lei En, whose mood suddenly seemed off; for a moment everyone felt uneasy, frantically recalling whether they had done something wrong.

Although they didn't get first place in this competition, the second‑place slot already guarantees no danger.

Moreover, the large amount of points brought back is simply fantastic.

Furthermore, the high‑level officials with ideas have turned their gaze toward Northern Europe.

Now all of Europe, they are an invincible presence! Believe that as long as Lord Lei En shows a little intent, the iron cavalry will trample Europe—it's only a matter of time!

Although after the apocalypse, the meaning of territory has diminished...

But which Soviet person could resist the temptation to relive the peak!

Therefore, after returning from the competition, Lei En's prestige in the Soviet warzone is almost on par with 'divine spirits'!

"Twenty minutes; if you exceed this time, don't come back."

"Time is precious; we can't be sure when the alien species will launch an attack."

At the other end of the communication, Lin An gave a slight nod, acknowledging the workers outside the fortress. It was already late at night, but the inner city remained brightly lit.

Twenty minutes!?

His eyes widened into ovals.

On the Soviet venue, Zhang Tie jumped up with a swish; if not for the disguise, the Soviet high‑level officials seeing his expression would surely be stunned.

Too cruel...

Captain Lin is truly ruthless!

What can you do in twenty minutes!? He doesn't even have time to discuss feelings with Soviet artists!

Grief‑stricken.

After seeing Lin An hang up the communication, Zhang Tie sadly wiped a tear; the next second, he lifted his head, like a black bear barging into a widow's village, and shouted impatiently:

"Hurry!"

"I want to give some guidance to the Soviet..."

Before his words fell, the next second, Lin An, who had just hung up the communication, suddenly sent a message.

"Oh right, go take a look at those rescued children."

"Bring some gifts."

"If we lose this time, it might be the last time we see each other."

His expression froze.

Zhang Tie stared blankly at Lin An's reminder; in an instant, the interest he had raised deflated like a punctured balloon.

Captain Lin is working hard on the alien species matter... while he just wants to play...

Those... children...?

For some unknown reason, that little girl suddenly appeared before his eyes, that girl lying on the ground, filthy all over—Sofia.

"This damned Apocalypse..."

Zhang Tie wearily sighed, waving his hand for the standing Soviet High Level to sit down.

His expression was complex, and he gave a bitter laugh in his heart.

The excitement he had felt upon returning to the Soviet war zone had vanished completely at this moment.

The Apocalypse has never ended....

In that instant, although Lin An had ruined his good mood, he suddenly understood why Lin Dui refused to rest even for a moment.

A sigh.

Zhang Tie, in silence, opened the reputation panel, thought for a moment, and then exchanged several vials of potion.

"Get ready, I want to go to where those children are."

Zhang Tie spoke softly, giving orders to the Soviet High Level.

At this moment, he seemed truly to be Rayen.

Hearing this, he was stunned; the Soviet High Level listening to Rayen's request couldn't help but feel a sudden jolt in his heart.

"You mean, those children...?"

"Alright, we'll get ready right away!"

"Don't worry, they're doing fine; we've recently rescued many children like them."

"Sofia is now their children's king."

Huaxia war zone, Tianjin Military Region.

In the solemn command room, every military high level stared fixedly at the crude transistor map before them.

His slightly trembling hand seemed to shake uncontrollably.

"Still can't get in touch?"

"Capital, what on earth has happened!?"

His face turned deathly pale.

As the Beijing-surrounding war zone, they have been supporting the capital since the outbreak of the Apocalypse.

Although blocked by zombie tides, their communication with the capital's military could only go through the system, but the link had never been cut.

As the core of Hua Guo, the Capital Military Region is like the backbone of all the military regions, and has always been one of the beliefs that sustains them.

But just a few hours ago, communications were cut off...

"Commander! There's no way to contact the capital!"

"We've tried everything, but nothing works!"

"The troops we sent out are still stuck in the outskirts, where the zombie tide is too thick! Moreover, according to Frontline reports, large numbers of Mutants are moving toward the capital!"

Before his words could finish.

A tremor seemingly coming from afar suddenly made everyone's bodies sway slightly.

Outside the camp, the soldiers on guard looked in horror at the sun rising in the night sky.

Only to see, in the distant high sky, a dazzling orange-red ball of light suddenly burst open.

And the direction was precisely north.