Chapter 226, Two Minutes

President Pierre was very angry.

After learning that the alliance suddenly mobilized a large army, his first reaction was that the alliance was exerting extreme pressure.

It was normal for him to have such an idea.

He had already talked with the fighting nuns for several rounds and provided some help to those nuns. Later, he had some friendly communications with the government of the Central and Northern Province of the alliance. He was even ready to send a secret negotiation team to Fuxing City in the near future to negotiate with the alliance government on the conditions for Polar Industry to join the alliance and accept the alliance's jurisdiction.

At this time, the alliance suddenly used military means. What does it mean?

Although there has been no direct conflict, and it may not even enter the territory of the North. But even if there are tens of thousands of troops on the border between the Central and Northern Provinces and the North, it is a silent declaration.

The alliance played such a hand on the eve of the negotiations, which must be suppressing and lowering the conditions for the subsequent Polar Industry to join the alliance.

He had indeed prepared a lot of conditions. After all, they were not defeated and surrendered. They had a rare large-scale industrial production capacity on the Angry Owl Star, which could effectively maintain the rule over the vast northern region. The more than two million people living there could be affected by the Polar Industry to varying degrees.

In this case, they were indeed qualified to negotiate some conditions.

For example, could the people who made the decision to "join" the alliance, that is, the management of the Polar Industry Group, get a better treatment?

Could the Polar Industry have a certain degree of autonomy in the north?

Could the Polar Industry get technical support from the Alliance?

Could the Alliance open up the market to the Polar Industry?

There were actually many things to discuss about such issues.

In fact, the Polar Industry had not yet sent a formal negotiation team to the south to meet with the Governor because they had not yet discussed these issues internally.

It was true that Pierre was the president of the group, but he was not the only one who had the final say in the entire group. The factions and interests within such a large group were very complicated.

Now that the Alliance has sent troops, isn't it the same as saying:

"Don't negotiate with me, there are no conditions to negotiate."

Is he so arrogant?

But what else can he do?

It seems that he has no other options.

He can issue some threats, refuse to merge, and use the North as capital to resist the Alliance's military actions.

But he himself knows that such threats are powerless.

A fundamental factor cannot be reversed without this method: they cannot beat the Alliance's army.

This is the most desperate and tangled fact.

Just as he had a gloomy face and pulled his beard, the door of his office opened.

A tall lady wearing white and green power armor walked in.

She held her helmet under her armpit and greeted President Pierre with a smile: "Hello, Mr. President."

"Sister Grit." Pierre didn't care about being polite anymore. He said gloomily: "Your alliance is too rude. Our negotiations are progressing in an orderly manner. In the past, I have also gained a lot of convenience for your actions and gradually drawn a line with those cultists. Everything is moving in a good direction. Why are there troops from the alliance heading north in large numbers?"

"I need an explanation!"

Grit is not from the alliance, but she did not try to correct Pierre's statement.

She said: "What you said is all right, but things have changed. My sisters and I will leave this planet soon. We promised Governor Gu that we would solve all the problems in the Polar Industrial City before leaving."

Grit did not hide it and told the reason. Later, she persuaded earnestly: "So, before tomorrow, the Polar Industrial City must plant the flag of the alliance. You can talk about the conditions for joining later."

Pierre almost laughed out of anger.

He stood up suddenly and said, "Wait until the Alliance occupies the Polar Industrial City before we talk? How dare you say that! When that time comes, what else can we talk about? The entire group has become meat on the Alliance's chopping board!"

Grit sighed and said, "I'm sorry to say this, but I have to tell you that this is the ultimatum."

"Don't even think about it!" Pierre said, "Then let the Alliance try! We won't be cowardly when others bully us! We will arm all three million people in the North! We will fully support the activities of the Original Wrathful Owl Sect! Maybe even so, the Alliance will eventually win, but they will bleed and pay a terrible price; and what they will eventually gain is only a scorched North!"

The words were quite tough.

Let's not talk about whether this is what he really said, and whether they, the Polar Industry, have the determination to do what he said when it really comes to that point, but at least he has to show this momentum now, otherwise he will really be easily squeezed.

But Grit doesn't buy it.

"President Pierre, is this your official reply?"

She looked at the group president seriously.

Pierre was stunned for a moment, his heart skipped a beat, and he felt something was wrong.

But it had come to this point, and he couldn't swallow back his tough words for even a second.

He could only continue to scratch his neck and said to Garrett: "Yes! If the alliance insists on taking military action, then this is my final answer on behalf of the entire Polar Group!"

Garrett's expression did not change at all, she just said: "You still have two minutes to change your mind."

"No need for the so-called two minutes, this is my final answer."

"It's your freedom, but I suggest you think about it for these two minutes."

"That's enough! See off the guests!"

He gave the order and the office door opened again.

A whole group of guards wearing gray-blue uniforms and armed with deadly weapons walked in.

The leader made a gesture of invitation to Gritte.

Gritte sighed again.

"It seems that the best situation is unattainable..."

It was more like she was sighing to herself.

"What?……"

Pierre, who had already turned his back, turned his head again.

He saw the Battle Sister put on the helmet casually.

Suddenly, a very bad feeling took over his mind.

"Wait..." He wanted to say something else, but the head nun, who had already made up his mind, did not give him a chance.

Gerrit took action.

She knocked down the guard who made a "please" gesture to her with one punch, and when others raised their weapons to fire at her, she stepped up with her long legs and quickly lowered her body, not only dodging a round of bullets , the sweeper's legs fell over several times.

Then, she casually snatched the gun from the fallen soldier.

The guy subconsciously held on to the gun and refused to let go, but when the nun pulled him, he was dragged up even with the gun. Then he punched the man in the face and fainted instantly, so it didn't matter whether he let go or not.

At this time, a bullet had already hit the head nun's body. But the protective capabilities of the nun's power armor cannot be easily threatened by these polar industrial self-made firearms. On the contrary, the nun then grabbed the weapon and counterattacked, accurately distributing every bullet evenly on the guards who attacked her, without any waste.

In this situation where the combat distance is no more than ten meters, with her ability, she can certainly hit wherever she wants.

After eliminating these guards, the nun quickly moved forward, closed the door to Pierre's CEO office, and locked it from the inside.

This of course doesn't have much effect, since someone outside has the key.

But Garuit herself doesn’t want to stay here for a long time.

The nun, who had closed the door, turned around and did not see Pierre.

She took a few steps and pulled the CEO out from under the desk.

Just now, after the head nun took action, he hid - mainly because he was afraid that stray bullets might kill him for no apparent reason.

At this moment, although his body was still struggling, the group president still tried to stay calm and strong at this time.

"Just... even if you take action, even if you kill me here, it will not change the overall will of the group... We will not... we will not completely surrender because of violence. Your choice is completely wrong. !”

"I know, but I don't expect that kidnapping you will completely change the situation."

"and you……"

"Shh... be quiet, I just want you to wait for two minutes."

Two minutes?

Earlier, the head nun was also stressing to him that he only had two minutes to change his mind.

At first, he thought this was just a short deadline to put further pressure on him when issuing an ultimatum.

But now it seems...does this so-called two minutes really mean something?

What will happen?

For two minutes, he could only sit peacefully.

During this period, he heard movement outside the door, and a guard tried to break in, but failed. The door to his CEO's office is still very strong. Immediately afterwards, there were vague voices outside, probably looking for spare keys.

Two minutes is very short, and it is just enough time for these things to happen.

Then, he saw Gerrit opening the window of the president's office.

He subconsciously leaned over and looked around, and then he heard continuous explosions, rumbling from all over the Polar Industrial City.

The nearest one was probably less than two thousand meters away from where he was.

After the explosion, there was the sound of gunfire.

It seems that the entire Polar Industrial City is boiling!

Pierre's brain suddenly fell into a shutdown state.

After a while, he turned his head with difficulty and looked at Gerrit.

"You...sent people to lurk into the Polar Industrial City? How many people lurked in?"

He didn't expect Gorita to answer, he just asked out of shock.

But Garrett really answered: "Two thousand people. The Alliance's 31st Airborne Division is responsible for this operation. There are two thousand soldiers, following your group's suppliers and the transportation team into the Polar Industrial City."

Pierre looked quite shocked: "But...so many people...damn it! Have all the settlements outside betrayed us?"

Grit said seriously: "Not all of them... just a dozen. In the past two days, when their cargo was delivered, soldiers and weapons of the Alliance were hidden in it. Of course, to do this, we also need some help from some people in your group, otherwise it is not easy to do. But fortunately, our work in the city in the past few months has not been ineffective."

"..."

Pierre didn't know what to say.

It turns out that not only the settlements outside that act as suppliers are traitors, but there are also traitors inside the group, right?

And there are quite a few!

He calmed down: "But... Excuse me, two thousand people may seem a lot, but they don't have heavy weapons, and they don't have the famous armor of the Alliance. It's too confident to want to conquer the Polar Industrial City with just this amount of manpower."

He spoke more politely than before.

But what he didn't expect was that Grit nodded again, acknowledging his statement, and continued: "You are right, so... we have some other preparations."

"Huh?"

Pierre was about to open his mouth to ask what "some other preparations" meant.

But soon, he saw it with his own eyes.

When the roar reached him, it was not so loud, a bit like bees flying.

But what was coming was much more terrifying than bees!

From a distance, he saw a fleet of hundreds of aircraft swooping down from the clouds in the sky not far away, and in just a blink of an eye, they arrived above the Polar Industrial City.

The Polar Industrial City has anti-aircraft firepower.

But obviously, the special operations of the alliance are targeted. They have a certain understanding of the intelligence of the anti-aircraft firepower deployment of the Polar Industrial City. Many of the alliance soldiers who lurked in before launched the first wave of attacks near those air defense points.

In the case of a sudden attack, they probably have no chance to launch their anti-aircraft firepower again.

Of course, the lurking soldiers could not completely control and clear all the anti-aircraft firepower points in the entire city.

After the alliance's air force arrived, there were still some firepower points that roared into the sky.

But... the effect was very limited.

First, it was not dense enough, it was very sparse; second, the caliber of the firepower was not good enough.

This kind of anti-aircraft machine gun can easily shoot some thin-skinned aircraft, but it will kill them if they are hit.

Shoot the Falcon?

The armor of the armored vehicle level is really not something that can be accurately damaged by anti-aircraft firepower with a small caliber.

On the contrary, as long as there is anti-aircraft firepower, the Falcon in the sky will launch an airborne missile.

Often, that can solve the problem.

Some Falcons went to some open space and opened the hatch.

Then, the rope was lowered, and dozens of soldiers climbed the rope and began to descend rapidly.

Pierre was stunned.

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I fell asleep last night... I didn't finish writing...

Fortunately, I finished it before 12 o'clock.