Fatty and Yuan Cheng stayed in the base of Shengtian City, and most of the residents had evacuated to the city, where they were a little safer.

And a few hours ago, the Hidden Army sent information that Deng Xiong of the Destruction Corps had been executed by the enemy and has now become a zombie hanging at the gate of the Destruction Corps.

After hearing the news, the Fatty and Yuan Cheng's faces became very ugly. They each fell silent. They had long lost their hatred for this former enemy, but at this time they were more sympathetic and powerless anger.

"If there was no such motorcycle, I would destroy him! Let him know how powerful we are!" The fat man roared angrily.

Compared to his previous depressedness, his emotions have recovered a lot. After all, as long as people have hope, they will ignite their fighting spirit again.

Yuan Cheng echoed: "Old fat who will have a chance. As long as the motorcycle is sent over, Mr. Chen and his group will not take long to touch the secrets in the car. As long as we can grasp the weaknesses of the motorcycle, we will be able to win!"

The fat man nodded, thinking that he was right. He looked out the window and saw a ray of fire burst out from his eyes. Since the disaster, he has fought countless battles of all sizes, but he has never lost as miserably as this time.

He sacrificed nearly a thousand people before he could barely escape. As the commander, he was sorry for these soldiers who fought with their lives. He owed them a thousand graves, a victory, and a blood debt to pay for them.

Thinking of this, the door was suddenly pushed open. A soldier saluted at the two of them and said, "Report!"

"explain."

"I found a man at the door, who seemed to be from the Corps of Destruction, and is now in a coma." The soldier said.

"Bring in and have a look." Yuan Cheng said.

The soldiers responded, and not long after, the two soldiers walked in from the door with a big man. When the two saw that it was Tao Xiuqian.

The fat man said, "I didn't expect this guy to run out." He wanted to make a sarcasm, but when he thought that he was like a lizard abandoning his tail and escaping from the enemy's claws, what qualifications do he have to laugh at this man?

"How is he? Have you seen the military doctor with the team?" asked the fat man.

The soldier replied: "Doctor Zhang has seen it, saying that excessive force causes loss of force and coma, and it will take a few days to recuperate."

The fat man thought for a moment. It was more than 30,000 meters away from the base of the Destruction Corps. This guy obviously ran over, and he ran at an extremely fast speed, which was equivalent to running a marathon, and it was not easy. He said, "Since that's the case, you can take him down first, let him rest well, and when he wakes up, he will call me over."

The two soldiers responded and took him to the medical center and let him lie on the hospital bed to have a good rest.

At this moment, the outside suddenly became lively, causing the fat man to lie on the window and keep looking around.

Yuan Cheng smiled and said, "What can I see here? It's better to go out and see it."

The two walked out side by side, and when they arrived at the gate, they found that the Hidden Army troops were back. They were wearing uniform black uniforms and a red square scarf embroidered with black crows tied to their left arms.

He came to Yuan Cheng with great momentum and said, "Commander-in-Chief, we have transported that motorcycle back!"

Yuan Cheng couldn't help but praise: "Beautiful job, old fat, please ask your brothers to get it to the laboratory."

The fat man immediately called a forklift and transported the locomotive to Mr. Chen's Mechanical Research Institute.

Regarding Mr. Chen's underground research institute, at first, Yuan Cheng wanted to build a batch of necessary weapons and equipment for his hidden army to perform missions, but the situation was not ideal at the time. The arsenal could only build a simple weapon such as grenade bullets at most, and even a decent gun could be mass-produced.

But Huang Tian paid off. Yuan Cheng immediately found Mr. Chen, who had retired. He knew that Mr. Chen was of great origin. He had studied in Germany and even participated in research and development projects such as aerospace flight. He had extremely high authority in the field of mechanical manufacturing.

Ben was visiting the door immediately. Who knew that when Mr. Chen heard about this, he was so happy. He was already unemployed and bored at home. When he heard that he needed his own work, he was of course happy. He proved that he was not old and only had a handful of bones left, and he was still a useful person.

In this way, they found an abandoned parking lot in the base area and slightly renovated it to serve as a simple studio.

At first, Song Beichuan didn't know about this. If he had known it, he would probably not agree. It was not that he couldn't get along with Yuan Cheng, but that he didn't want Mr. Chen to be busy all day long and get tired. How could he afford it?

So he set up a working group with Song Beichuan on his back. At the beginning, the research institute was broken and simple, and it was impossible to see it. However, Mr. Chen led a group of young people to design a weapon for the Hidden Army, and at the same time, he also allowed the Hidden Army's new recruits to be the first batch of weapons to experience them.

In this way, both sides cooperated with each other, and Mr. Chen's weapons became more and more diverse, which gradually alarmed Song Beichuan. At first, Song Beichuan was not very happy, but after visiting it once, he completely changed his mind.

And very regretful!

Because he actually hid a heavyweight weapon like Mr. Chen. If he strongly supported him, he might have created many weapons to help win the war.

From that day on, Zhang Shouren was responsible for the full cost of building this mechanical research institute. We must use the best ones, and we will raise whatever is missing!

In this way, Mr. Chen came out even less and buried in the laboratory all day long. However, the initial research was in some pediatrics, with stronger auxiliary performance, and almost no destructive weapons. And those real high-end weapons could not be developed overnight.

So for a long time, no new weapons were taken out, which is also a good thing. It proves that the next research will inevitably alarm the party, but no one knows when these research will be completed, and they can only wait infinitely.

When Mr. Chen heard that he had brought the enemy's motorcycle back, he walked out happily. He is already seventy-eight years old this year. Apart from his gray hair and wrinkles on his face, you can't find time to change anything from him.

My body is still very strong. I have never had any serious illness after practicing for so many years. I just don’t have a family member around me and I feel a little lonely. However, because of the establishment of this research room, many like-minded people have been together, and I have gradually put this negative emotion behind me.

But facing the motorcycle seized in front of him, he did not reveal the unconcealed joy like Yuan Cheng or Fatty.

Instead, he was very calm and immediately stopped the forklift and refused to send it to the institute.

The fat man was impatient. He used to respect Mr. Chen very much. After all, he was his immediate boss and a highly authoritative professional. But at this time, he could no longer speak the same way. He was led by so many people and had just suffered a defeat. He was very anxious and wanted to fight him now.

So he pushed back and shouted at the top of his voice: "Hurry up! Why bother! Find out the weakness of this broken car!"

Yuan Cheng heard that he had a bad attitude and was about to swear words like me, so he dissuaded: "Old fat! You are a wild dog! Whoever you catches and bites you! You can't listen to Mr. Chen finish his words!"

In this case, only Yuan Cheng can hold the fat man. If others said this, they would probably have slapped him with a big mouth.

Mr. Chen waved his hand and said, "It's not a fault for him. I know that you have just suffered a defeat, but you must be in such a situation. Among professional weapons like this, there may be self-destruction devices to prevent the enemy from obtaining them. At that time, by mistake, it can not only destroy itself, but also kill and injure the enemy. Who can afford this kind of accident? What's more, there is a new weapon we are studying inside the laboratory, and it's no big deal to kill people or injure people. If the research results are blown up, can you pay this responsibility!"

Fatty is not a nonsense person. Old Chen is very good at old age, and his attitude is really bad. Moreover, he exposes it at a glance and ignores it with him.

He immediately said, "Old Chen, I have a bad attitude just now, so please forgive me! But you must ask you to find out the weaknesses of this motorcycle as soon as possible. Now is the time when our Hongyun Party is in life and death!"

Old Chen nodded and said, "I'm not a fool either. I've heard that a strong enemy is coming. Don't worry, my old bones won't disappoint you."

After saying this, he immediately ordered the staff from the institute to disassemble the motorcycle outdoors. He first put on an explosion-proof suit, and disperse the soldiers watching the fun around him and set up a protective net.

When everything was ready, two young men began to disassemble the motorcycle in explosion-proof suits and a box of tools.

The fat man and Yuan Cheng stood fifty meters away, carefully watching the situation inside with a telescope, each with excitement. This was their only hope at this time. If no useful information was found from this, the blow would undoubtedly be huge for them.

Just as he was thinking about this, a loud noise suddenly came from a distance, and the fat man's hand holding the telescope was trembling.

In the telescope, he could see clearly. A fire slowly burst out from the center of the motorcycle, and suddenly the sky was in the sky. At that moment, the seized motorcycle was wrapped in the flames.

The fire lasted for ten seconds. Just as the staff were about to use a fire extinguisher to put out the fire, there was a sudden loud noise. The motorcycle exploded into dozens of pieces, splashing out like fireworks, landing on the ground, turning into balls of fireballs.

The fat man felt as if he was frozen when he saw this, he didn't speak or walk, as if he had lost his vitality. The hand holding the telescope slowly dropped it, and even his palms were exhausted. The telescope fell to the ground, and the lenses fell into pieces, like the fat man's heart that ignited hope.
Chapter completed!