Bab 199: Civil War

"What do you think is the boss planning?" A soldier wielding a rifle and clad in carbon nanotube armor walked at the forefront of the troops.

"I don't know." The commander next to him was silent. The tactical helmet hid the expression on his face, but the way he was looking around betrayed the anxiousness in his heart.

They were Zhao Corporations's private soldiers.

Two Spider tanks, five armored vehicles, four modified trucks, 20 power armors and 120 soldiers.

80% of their fighting force had been placed on the gambling table.

There were only five kilometers left before they reached the metropolis. The area was filled with nuclear craters, a place not even the Death Claws would dare to enter.

The order that Zhao Chenwu had issued was very vague—follow the troops of Crimson Chamber of Commerce wait for further orders.

Just simply follow?