Chapter 1205: The Arrival of the Emperors

The Arrival of the Emperors

7012 Underground Project.

Conference Room.

Rustling dust drifted down from the ceiling. Numerous figures crowded in the spacious conference room, and the noisy discussions grew increasingly loud.

"Grandmother... what happened outside?" Yao Qing asked, unable to help himself, his eyes fixed on the ceiling.

"Grandmother doesn't know either..." Xiao Chunping let out a long sigh, her expression incredibly solemn. "However, if we encounter any danger in a while, you must hide behind Grandmother, understand?"

"Grandmother! I've also stepped onto the Path of the Arts! I can protect you too!"

"Hahaha, my good grandson, Grandmother believes that you definitely can in a few years... But for now, let Grandmother protect you for a few more years." Xiao Chunping looked at the young man waving his fists in front of her and chuckled softly.

Xiao Chunping's gaze turned toward Chancellor Han on the other side of the conference room. Chancellor Han was closest to Bureau 749. If anyone among the people present knew what had happened, it could probably only be Chancellor Han... It was just a pity that on the other side, Chancellor Han also had a deep frown on his face, as if worrying about something.

"Yeah, if Director Sun doesn't come out, we're leaving!"

"What exactly is your Bureau 749 doing? Leaving us hanging here for so long without a single person coming to explain the situation?"

"What exactly is this underground project for?"

"..."

Just as the numerous guests completely blocked the staff members at the door and continuously questioned them, a voice rang out from the very front of the conference room:

"Everyone, please take your seats."

Everyone turned their heads to look, only to see that in a corner of the conference room, Sun Zhongliang had already walked out of a secret passage with numerous Bureau 749 personnel and military members. The former were responsible for helping Sun Zhongliang adjust the microphone, while the latter, holding guns, surrounded the conference room and slowly closed its main doors...

So many people suddenly appearing made the guests somewhat bewildered. They didn't understand what this lineup meant, so someone asked directly:

"Director Sun, what exactly happened outside? Where is this place? What exactly do you want to do by calling us here?"

Sun Zhongliang didn't answer immediately. Instead, he raised his hands and gestured for everyone to sit down again:

"Please be patient, everyone. I will explain everything to you all... But please believe that our Bureau 749 has no malicious intent toward any of you."

Having led Bureau 749 for so many years, the reputation and connections Sun Zhongliang had accumulated still played a role. The moment these words came out, the noisy crowd quickly quieted down. After hesitating for a moment, they each walked to their respective seats.

Everything in the conference room was arranged extremely neatly. Everyone's name was placed on their desk. Looking across the room, only three people were absent: Sun Bumian, Shen Nan, and Fu Kun... The rest of the guests had all taken their seats.

At the same time, a staff member beside him had finished adjusting the microphone and handed it to Sun Zhongliang. Sun Zhongliang took a deep breath and slowly spoke:

"Everyone, what I am about to say next may overturn your understanding... Regardless, please patiently listen to me finish..."

Using the calmest tone, Sun Zhongliang recounted the recent regression of cutting-edge technology and the tense international situation. Starting from the strategic planning of the higher-ups and Bureau 749, he gradually cut into the current situation... It was evident that Sun Zhongliang had prepared for this meeting today for a long time. He was earnestly analyzing the logic behind it for everyone present from the perspectives of the nation, individuals, and culture.

No matter what, Bureau 749 had lured the guests into the 7012 Underground Project without their knowledge, cutting off their contact with their wives, husbands, children, friends, and parents. If there was even a slight error in the way he spoke, it would immediately spark a riot.

And as Sun Zhongliang explained, shock and anger indeed surfaced on the faces of the guests seated. But the vast majority of them were still rational and didn't immediately flip the table and turn hostile. However, anyone could feel that the temperature in the entire conference room was dropping rapidly...

"How do you think this will end up?"

On the other side of the secret passage, Shen Nan looked at the footage on the closed-circuit television and asked with a complex expression.

Sun Bumian was silent for a long time. "If it were before attending the conference, perhaps half of them wouldn't have chosen to come... But now that they are all here, even if some are dissatisfied, there is nothing they can do. In the end, they will still only be able to follow Bureau 749's plan and live in this underground project... This is what I hate about Bureau 749."

"...Sigh." Shen Nan leaned against the wall and sighed helplessly.

"If it were you, would you go out, or stay?"

"Of course I'd go out!" Shen Nan answered without hesitation. "Where there is hardship for the people, there is Nuo... I was born to dispel calamities. If I hide here when disaster strikes, what kind of Nuo am I??"

Sun Bumian turned to look at the exhausted Shen Nan, a trace of appreciation flashing in his eyes:

"It seems we are the same kind of people... Shen Nan, you're not bad."

"Don't evaluate me in such a preachy tone. It makes me feel like you're an old man." Shen Nan shot him a glance. "But there's no point in saying this now... Even you can't break out, so I have even less hope."

"Not necessarily."

Sun Bumian pushed the small round sunglasses on the bridge of his nose and looked up at the low ceiling.

"Didn't Sun Zhongliang just say it? This secret treasure is difficult to breach from the inside... But if someone attacks from the outside, then it's hard to say~"

...

Mid-mountain Hotel.

Because the geographic location of the Mid-mountain Hotel was very far from the city, coupled with its high altitude, it was not directly destroyed by the aftermath of the explosion. Numerous heavily armed figures rose from the elevator and began to spread outward in an orderly manner to check the casualties in the city.

Boom—!!

A streak of purple lightning tore through the sky. A violent sound of turbulence rang out from the entrance of the Mid-mountain Hotel, and a terrifying shockwave swept out, stunning the dozens of gun-wielding figures at the door to the ground.

Rolling dust surged from outside the hotel's main doors. Everyone in the hotel lobby paused, then nervously aimed their guns toward the outside.

"What's going on? Did enemy missiles find their way here?"

"No, they shouldn't have... That didn't seem like a missile explosion just now..."

"Not a missile? Then what else could it be?"

The swirling dust gradually dispersed under the gentle breeze. Under everyone's bewildered gazes, two figures slowly walked over.

The vermilion theatrical robe fluttered amidst the dust, and a pair of red earrings swayed in the wind. The thespian's pupils were as cold and arrogant as frost. Just a single glance from him birthed a fear from the soul, an absolute suppression at the species level.

Beside him was a man wearing a black overcoat. He slowly took off the simple black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, casually threw them on the ground, and crushed them. Without the concealment of the glasses, a pair of golden pupils brimming with mighty imperial aura indifferently stared at all the figures before him...

The two emperors arrived hand in hand, and terrifying oppressive auras erupted simultaneously amidst the dust!

At this moment, the legs of everyone in the hotel unconsciously began to tremble, and they couldn't quite hold the guns in their hands steadily. But even so, they still gritted their teeth, stood up straight, and shouted loudly:

"Who are you people?!"