Chapter 439: Fifty-Fifty

In the meeting room, besides Wang Meng, no one dared to sit.

They could feel the leader's bitter emotions.

Because they were the same.

Doubting life, ah.

I don't even know how many times it's been, feeling my worldview shattered.

How can he be so strong?

Of course, compared to Wang Meng's heavy mood, as the Military Region's sole Second Level Awakened One, Colonel Huang Yan, he felt even worse.

At the very least, I was hailed as Wangjiang's hope, the strongest in the mouths of countless survivors.

Not long ago, even he himself took pride in that.

I am Wangjiang's hope, and even the strongest among the Awakened Ones of the three provinces surrounding the river!

Single-handedly fighting three First Level Mutants, he didn't die even under Second Level pursuit, and could even turn the tables and kill them under the Military Region's firepower.

What a formidable record! Even on the Huaxia war zone rankings, his name appears!

Throughout the Military Region, regardless of age or gender, how many people regard him as an idol?

Even the few female soldiers in the army, and even the star actors among the fleeing survivors, all longed for his favor.

But now.

He didn't even dare to sit down.

No face...

To put it bluntly, if Lin An isn't Third Level, then he's Second Level.

Then, as a fellow Second Level, am I truly Second Level?

Do I deserve it?

He even suspected that just getting close to Lin An would get him sliced in one strike.

Ah, no, even a hundred meters away he'd die.

Speed, speed can't compare; strength, strength is far too lacking.

Not to mention that unfathomable, seemingly vast mental power.

How many times has that blinding white light flared up?

Three times or four times?

For an ordinary Awakened One, being able to activate two skills in a battle is already not bad, but Lin An performs as if he had cheats turned on.

Endless, like a humanoid strategic weapon.

Don't you need to rest?!

Beside him, an Awakened One who had just entered First Level, feeling uneasy and speculative, asked his direct superior, the Regiment Commander of the Awakened Ones Legion, Huang Yan:

"Regiment Commander... do you have confidence in opposing Lin An?"

"He's so strong... are you stronger than him?"

Cautiously, innocently ignorant.

Looking at the speaker, for a moment thousands of eyes in the hall all turned toward him.

But everyone's eyes were filled with the two words 'speechless'.

Huang Yan's mouth twitched; he really didn't know who brought this Awakened One in.

Kid, you haven't seen me in action, have you?

Do you still need to ask such a question?

Looking at those expectant eyes, Huang Yan struggled to utter three words:

"I will die.."

There's nothing shameful about admitting it.

After all, he's also afraid; if he said it was a fifty-fifty chance..

No, even a ninety-ten chance could be taken seriously by Awakened Ones with something wrong in their heads.

By then, they'd be expecting me and Lin An to fight—what would we do?

He isn't afraid of battle, nor even of death.

As a soldier, he has the courage to face any enemy.

But facing Lin An, that's suicide.

For such a formidable 'enemy', honestly just using a human wave tactic would suffice; single combat isn't that a sign of a messed-up mind?

"Ah?"

The Awakened One who heard the question blinked his eyes, not really understanding what "I will die" meant.

"Regiment Commander Huang Yan, will you and Lin An perish together?"

As an admirer of Colonel Huang Yan, he's heard everyone in the Military Region mention Huang Yan and praise his strength.

Without giving him a chance to keep asking foolishly, Wang Meng, with a grim face, made him shut his mouth.

That's right.

What Huang Yan said is correct.

Since Lin An made his move, he has completely extinguished the Awakened Ones' thought of resisting Lin An.

It's like having some reluctance, some desire to verify ideas.

Wang Meng expressionless, yet with a hint of anticipation, looked toward his staff officer and the entire think tank:

"If we go head-to-head with Lin An, Wangjiang Military Region.."

"What are our chances of victory?"

His voice was soft, yet it made the staff officers' faces freeze instantly.

Here it comes, the problem...

They had guessed the chief would surely ask this.

But the answer is a bit hard to say.

A deadly question...

After a moment, the highest-ranking staff officer glanced at the think tank behind him and answered loudly, strong and composed.

Fifty percent!

Commander! Lin An is indeed strong! But if the Wangjiang Military Region truly fights Lin An to the death, head-on and openly!

With thorough preparations, no mishaps, all trump cards expended, and fighting to the death!

We have a fifty percent chance of victory!

The corner of his mouth twitched.

Wang Meng listened speechlessly to the staff officer's barrage of conditions.

Our side is fully prepared, all trump cards expended, yet Lin An still wants to strike head-on, resisting the Military Region's firepower.

You might as well say... Lin An wants to march openly into the artillery fire on foot?

And it has to be just one person...

He sighed.

Wang Meng also knew he really shouldn't have asked the question in front of so many people.

It would deal a heavy blow to everyone's morale.

After all, we are also a Military Region, a strategic Military Region!

And yet we have to fantasize about how to oppose a single person?

Absurd, ridiculous, even he himself felt he couldn't keep face.

But the actual situation is exactly like this.

If it weren't for Xiao Gao Yan saying she had a close relationship with Lin An, he would even have considered whether to mobilize fully right now.

What if, once the corpse tide ends, Lin An comes attacking?

Just thinking of Lin An's terrifying performance makes him feel somewhat desperate.

He's afraid, really afraid.

Not afraid of death, not afraid of losing.

It's the image he imagined of Lin An taking action against the Military Region.

Whoosh, he rushed into the command headquarters.

The unit was wiped out.

Whoosh, he rushed into the Awakened Ones legion.

The legion was wiped out.

Finally he charged into the armored forces, directly using psychic power to control the tank artillery.

Eh, a morning should be enough for him to settle the battle.

If Lin An were ruthless enough, he could directly infiltrate the arsenal...

Perhaps after destroying the Wangjiang Military Region, he'd still have time to eat breakfast.

If we were to say where the chance of victory lies.

Wang Meng thought, and it seemed that before each strike, Lin An had to pause a moment.

He seemed to need to kill a large number of Mutants before he could continue striking.

His psychic energy fluctuates between abundant and dim, looking somewhat problematic.

But where the problem lies, he couldn't think of it for a moment.

He didn't know how many times he had sighed.

Wang Meng, wanting to boost morale, gestured for the staff officer to explain what the fifty percent chance of victory meant.

Under Wang Meng's gaze, the staff officer could only steel himself and propose his own plan.

Commander.

First, it's like this.

As if the plan were hard to give, the staff officer subconsciously wanted to lay some groundwork.

Lin An is extremely fast, making it hard for artillery to lock onto him.

If we deploy the Awakened Ones legion, perhaps we can hinder his speed.

After all, the Awakened Ones have many means; with so many of us, we can surely gather a few hundred who can impose negative effects.

Freeze, slow down. Relax, even desperate resistance.

After delaying him, we can use laser-guided tactical missiles.

I observed carefully.

Although Lin An's defense is somewhat monstrous, his speed is also fast.

But no matter how fast he is, he can't exceed a Mach 2 supersonic missile.

Moreover, we can fully employ anti-aircraft guns.

Under a metal storm of over 28,000 rounds per minute, even Lin An at his strongest can only temporarily avoid the edge, right?

Thus, we actually still have a considerable chance of victory.

Wang Meng neither affirmed nor denied, just nodded.

Well said!

But.

He gazed gloomily at the staff officer drenched in cold sweat, and asked the question:

"What if he infiltrates? Just charge straight into the headquarters?"

The staff officer shuddered all over, his face falling into grief:

"Still fifty percent."

"Huh?"

Wang Meng raised his eyebrows, unable to hold back his question:

"How can there still be fifty percent? Where does this fifty percent come from!!"

The staff officer gave an embarrassed laugh, lowering his voice:

"Commander, we can detonate the tactical nuclear bomb beneath our feet.."

"Mutual destruction... also counts as fifty percent..."