Half a day later, at noon, the mutant occupied the area—K—26.

In the dilapidated steel rolling factory, hot iron was flowing in the assembly line machinery, and the stove working machine was already rusted, but it was still running hard.

There are many ordinary people in the factory, all of whom are so-called Apocalypse, brainwashed by mutants, and then the Apocalypse doctrines unconditionally advocate mutants and are enslaved by mutants. They are shirtless, and the hot air makes their backs and foreheads full of sweat. Not only that, the dust of coal sticks to them, making it dark. They try their best to shovel coal into the stove, provide power to the assembly line machinery, and create carbine weapons.

"BOSS, the informant who has been involved in the Mutant Countermeasures Bureau said that the human camp has launched a surprise attack, and the target is ours, K-26."

A red-haired subordinate said in the tone of a senior.

The so-called boss was sucking a cigar and crossing his legs. His name was James. His tendon flesh was very scary. There was also a hideous scar on his shiny bald head, as if he had a craniotomy surgery.

James shook his body and looked at the Apocalypse who was working. When he heard his subordinates' words, he was a little moved and directly pierced the cigar on his abdomen. With a mermaid line and a well-developed abdominal muscles, there were already hundreds of smoke scars on his belly. Many of them overlapped with new and old injuries, which looked shocking. Obviously, he liked to do this very much.

The red-haired subordinate was not surprised by James' unusual behavior. He understood why James did this. James' partner said that this was because James's wife died of dysfunction. The fundamental reason was that James was extremely poor and could not send his wife to a hospital with better medical services. Not only did his wife die because of James' poverty, but his child also drowned in amniotic fluid. So James, who blamed himself, used this self-harm method to commemorate his deceased wife.

James is ambitious about the Infinite Road. He must advance to the last round, win the entire Infinite Road, and rule the multiverse, he will definitely find a way to revive his wife 100%.

James took a sip of the cigar, then slowly spit it out, and said, "I have more than 1,000 Apocalypse under my command, including 600 equipped with guns and ammunition, more than 100 D-class mutants, 60 C-class twelve B-class twelve, and two A-class. In addition, there are more than 400 contestants in the Infinite Road, raiding me? It's simply a fantasy. How long ago was this news?"

Although James sounds easy, he always takes it into consideration because it is all too simple.

The advantages of the mutant camp are much stronger than that of the human camp. The mutant itself has dominated more than half of the land on the Akas continent and eliminated many humans. In addition, there are powerful mutant alliances, and the defeat of humans is destined. Not only that, there are nearly a thousand more contestants in the mutant camp than the human camp. The mutant camp is fundamentally bound to win.

James has a point of view, but James dare not think deeply. The Infinite Road is unfair. Some mutants are very strong when they come, and some talented people are cannon fodder at the beginning, which is already very unfair. If it is still unfair in the camp, then what is the meaning of the Infinite Road? Is it just a simple appreciation of the battle and fighting? This is absolutely impossible.

James concluded that... there are extremely powerful mutants in the human camp, which are so powerful that they can fight against ten thousand, which is why they will lead to such imbalance.

James took a deep breath. If this was the case, it would be too bad.

The red-haired subordinate did not dare to neglect and replied respectfully: "Tutankarmen's SB cut off all telephone lines, isolating the Huiyao Empire from the mutant area communication, and the satellite phone was also disturbed by the magnetic field. This was the news six days ago, and maybe they might have arrived."

James did not blame the Red-haired subordinates. Although the projection ring given by Infinity Road can communicate with each other regardless of the distance, it is impossible to allow mutant camp contestants to sneak into the countermeasures, which is completely a death sentence.

James learned that the situation was so urgent, he stood up and asked his subordinates seriously: "Did you say how many people have come in the intelligence?"

The red-haired subordinate's expression on his face was a bit wonderful, as if he was disdainful, as if he was mocking, and more if he didn't care. He replied: "It seems to be ten people, but it is worth mentioning that one of the ten people was called Rhodes. It is said that he also killed more than twenty contestants in his camp, which was completely a lunatic."

James suddenly had an unknown premonition in his mind. Ten people... ten people dared to attack his territory. This was completely... to die. If you have to compare, it was like a sick man who had to work hard to do physical work, and he wanted to fight with Tyrannosaurus Rex in a single fight.

What the red-haired subordinate thought was disdain.

And what James thought of was a deeper level. Has his thoughts come true? Rhodes is that... extremely strong person?

Good fortune is unparalleled, and misfortune never comes alone. At this moment, another subordinate walked in slowly from the gate of the steel rolling factory and said calmly to James: "BOSS, someone passed through the barbed wire and came to our territory. He was a participant in the human camp. The reason why he discovered it was because the projection ring would scan some participants in the human camp one kilometer around him. There would be a prompt when he found it."

James felt something was wrong. His guesses and the bad news about this link after another, even though his subordinates were all absent-minded, he was as if he was facing a great enemy.

"Are they ten people?" James asked his subordinates, his tone a little quick.

"No... there are only three people, two men and one woman." The subordinate's expression was a little shocked. He didn't know why James looked a little confused. He was just three people. It was not bragging. There were thousands of people here. Even if he lined up one by one and asked them to kill, he would have to kill for a day and a night.

James looked at the red-haired subordinate and asked, "Does the ten people in the information have their photos and information?"

The red-haired subordinate shook his head and replied: "The Mutant Countermeasures Bureau treats them too much. The process seems to be external personnel, and there is also immunity of criminal responsibility. If there is no photo information, our informants dare not take photos secretly. If they are caught, the informants who have worked hard to put them in will be exposed, which is not worth the loss."

"Rod...Rod...Rod."

James chewed this name several times. If his inference was correct, then Rhodes was probably the most powerful person in the human camp, so the difference between the two camps was so big.

"All, unit, beware, be prepared, be ready to fight at any time!"

A fine cold sweat oozed out of James' forehead, and he paused word by word, and even said with some gritted teeth.

"What!?"

"BOSS! They only... three people! One of them is a soft girl who is so tender that she pinched out of water. Why are they afraid of?"

Both subordinates were a little confused. Could it be that James was so fucked?

Only James understands the difficulties. Instead, he hopes that he is just a mess. Those three people are actually here to die. This is just a false alarm, and this is the best result.
Chapter completed!