Chapter 226, Two Minutes
President Pierre was very angry.
After learning that the alliance had suddenly mobilized a large number of troops, his first reaction was that this was the alliance exerting extreme pressure.
It's normal for him to have such thoughts.
He had already had several rounds of talks with the battle sisters and provided them with some help. Later, he also had some friendly communications with the government of the Central and Northern Provinces of the Alliance. He was even ready to send a secret negotiation team to Renaissance City in the near future to discuss with the Alliance government the conditions for Polar Industries to join the Alliance and accept the Alliance's jurisdiction.
And at this time, the alliance suddenly used military means. What does it mean?
Although there has been no direct conflict, and they may not even enter the northern border, but even if there are tens of thousands of troops on the border between the Central and Northern Provinces and the northern border, it is a silent declaration.
The alliance is certainly trying to suppress and lower the conditions for subsequent polar industries to join the alliance by doing this on the eve of the negotiations.
He had indeed prepared a lot of conditions. After all, they were not defeated and surrendered. They retained large-scale industrial production capabilities that were rare on the Angry Owl Star, and could effectively maintain their 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 are indeed qualified to negotiate some conditions.
For example, will the people who made the decision to "join" the alliance, that is, the management of Polar Industries Group, be able to get better treatment?
Can the polar industry have a certain degree of autonomy in the north?
Can the polar industry receive technical support from the alliance?
Can the Alliance open its market to polar industries?
There is actually a lot more to discuss on issues like these.
In fact, the reason why Polar Industries has been slow to send a formal negotiation team to the south to meet with the Governor is because they have not yet settled these issues internally.
It is true that Pierre is the president of the group, but he is not the only one who has the final say in the entire group. The factions and interests within such a large group are very complicated.
Now that the alliance has sent out troops, isn't it just saying:
"Don't negotiate with me. There are no conditions to negotiate."
Are you so arrogant?
But what else could he do?
It seems not.
He could issue some threats, refuse to merge, and use the North as capital to resist the Alliance's military actions.
But he himself knew that such threats were powerless.
One fundamental factor, without this law being reversed: they could not have defeated the Union army.
This is the most despairing and confusing fact.
Just as he had a gloomy face and was pulling his beard, the door of his office opened.
A tall lady in 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 no longer cared about being polite. He said gloomily, "You, the Alliance, are so rude. Our negotiations are progressing in an orderly manner. In the past, I have also gained a lot of convenience for your actions, and we are gradually drawing a clear line with those cultists. Everything is moving in a good direction. Why would the Alliance's army march north in large numbers?"
"I need an explanation!"
Grit was not from the Alliance, but she did not try to correct Pierre.
She said, "You are 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 Polar Industrial City before we leave."
Grit did not hide anything and told the reason. Then, she earnestly advised: "So, before tomorrow, Polar Industrial City must fly the flag of the alliance. You can discuss 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 discussing this? How dare you say such a thing! By that time, what will there be to discuss? The entire group has already become meat on the Alliance's chopping board!"
Grit sighed and said, "I'm sorry to say this, but I have to tell you, this is the ultimatum."
"Don't even think about it!" Pierre said, "Then let the Alliance give it a try! We will not be cowardly and do nothing 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 all they will gain in the end is a scorched earth in the North!"
The words were quite tough.
Regardless of whether this is what he really thinks, and whether when it really comes to that, Polar Industries has the determination to do as he says, but at least he has to show this momentum now, otherwise he will be easily manipulated.
But Grit didn't buy it.
"President Pierre, is this your official reply?"
She looked at the group president very seriously.
Pierre was stunned for a moment, his heart pounding, and he felt something was wrong.
But it had come to this point, and he couldn't swallow back the tough words he had just said for even a second.
He could only continue to stiffen his neck and said to Grit, "Yes! If the alliance insists on taking military action, then this is my final answer on behalf of the entire Polar Group!"
Grit's expression didn't change at all. She just said, "You have two minutes to change your mind."
"There's no need for the so-called two minutes. This is my final answer."
"You are free to do so, but I suggest you think carefully about it in these two minutes."
"That's enough! Get the guests out!"
At his command, the office door opened again.
A whole team of guards in gray-blue uniforms and armed with lethal weapons walked in.
The leader made a gesture of invitation to Grit.
Grit sighed again.
"It seems that the best situation is no longer possible..."
It sounded more like she was sighing to herself.
"What?……"
Pierre, who had already turned his back, turned back again.
He saw the battle sister put on the helmet with ease.
For a moment, a very bad feeling occupied his mind.
"Wait..." He wanted to say something else, but the head nun had already made up her mind and didn't give him a chance.
Grit took action.
With one punch, she knocked down the guard who made a 'please' gesture to her, and when the others raised their weapons to fire at her, she took a step with her long legs and quickly lowered her body, not only dodging a round of bullets, but also knocking down several others with her sweeping kick.
Then, she casually snatched the gun from the fallen soldier.
The guy subconsciously held on to the gun and refused to let go, but the head nun pulled him up with the gun; then she punched him in the face and he fainted instantly, so it didn't matter to him whether he let go or not.
At this time, bullets had already hit the head nun. But the protective ability of the power armor of the head nun could not be easily threatened by these firearms made by Polar Industries. On the contrary, the head nun then snatched the weapon and counterattacked, accurately distributing every bullet evenly to the guards who attacked her, without any waste.
In this case where the combat distance is no more than ten meters, with her ability, she can certainly hit wherever she points.
After killing these guards, the head nun quickly stepped forward, closed the door of Pierre's president's office, and locked it from the inside.
This of course didn't have much effect because the person outside had the key.
But Grit herself didn't want to stay here for long.
The head nun closed the door, turned around and did not see Pierre.
She took a few steps and pulled the president out from under the desk.
Just now, after the head nun took action, he hid himself - mainly because he was afraid of stray bullets that would take his life for no apparent reason.
At this moment, although his body was still struggling, the president of the group still tried to stay calm and tough.
"Even if you do this, even if you kill me here, it won't change the group's overall will... We won't... We won't completely surrender because of violence. Your choice is completely wrong!"
"I know, but I didn't expect that kidnapping you would completely change the situation."
"and you……"
"Shh...be quiet, I just want you to wait for two minutes."
Two minutes?
Earlier, the head nun had also emphasized to him that he only had two minutes to change his mind.
At first, he thought it was just a way of putting further pressure on him by giving him a short deadline when issuing an ultimatum.
But now it seems... there is really some meaning to these so-called two minutes?
What will happen?
For two minutes, he could only sit there peacefully.
During this time, he heard some noise outside the door. A guard tried to break in, but failed. The door of his CEO's office was still very solid. Then, there was a faint voice outside, probably someone was looking for a spare key.
Two minutes is a very short time, just enough for these things to happen.
Then he saw Grace open the window of the president's office.
He subconsciously moved closer to look, and then he heard continuous explosions rumbling from all over the Polar Industrial City.
The nearest one was probably less than two kilometers away from where he was.
After the explosion, there was the sound of gunfire.
It seemed as if the entire Polar Industrial City was boiling!
Pierre's brain suddenly went into a state of shutdown.
After a while, he turned his head with difficulty and looked at Grit.
"You... sent people to infiltrate the Polar Industrial City? How many people did you send in?"
He hadn't expected Grit to answer, he just asked out of shock.
But Grit really answered: "About 2,000 people. The 31st Airborne Division of the Alliance is responsible for this operation. There are 2,000 soldiers who followed your group's suppliers and entered the Polar Industrial City with the transport team."
Pierre seemed quite shocked: "But... so many people... damn it! Have all those settlements outside betrayed us?!"
Grit said seriously, "Not all of them... just a dozen or so. In the past two days, when their cargo was delivered, there were soldiers and weapons from the Alliance hidden inside. Of course, to do this, we also need the help of some people in your group, otherwise it will not be easy to do. But fortunately, our work in the city in the past few months has not been ineffective."
“…”
Pierre did not know what to say.
It turns out that not only the external settlements that act as suppliers are traitors, but there are also traitors within the group, right?
And there are quite a few!
He calmed himself down and said, "But... Excuse me, two thousand people may seem like a lot, but they don't have heavy weapons, nor the famous armor of the Alliance. It would be too confident to want to conquer the Polar Industrial City with just this amount of manpower."
He spoke more politely than before.
But he didn't expect that Grit nodded again, acknowledging what he said, and continued: "You are right, so... we have some other preparations."
"Um?"
Pierre was about to open his mouth to ask what "some other preparations" meant.
But soon, he saw it with his own eyes.
By the time the roar reached him, it was no longer so loud, a bit like the sound of bees flying.
But what came was much scarier than bees!
From afar, he saw a fleet of hundreds of aircraft swooping down from the clouds in the sky not far away. In the blink of an eye, they arrived above the Polar Industrial City.
The Polar Industrial City has anti-aircraft firepower.
But obviously, the alliance's special operation was targeted. They had some information about the deployment of anti-aircraft firepower in the Polar Industrial City. Many of the alliance soldiers who had lurked in earlier launched their first wave of attacks near those anti-aircraft points.
If they were suddenly attacked, they would probably have no chance to launch their anti-aircraft firepower again.
Of course, it is impossible for the lurking soldiers to 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 fire points roaring into the sky.
But... the effect is very limited.
First, it is not dense enough and is very sparse; second, the caliber of the firepower is not good enough.
This kind of anti-aircraft machine gun can easily shoot down some thin-skinned aircraft, but being hit can be fatal.
Fighting the wind falcon?
The armor of that armored vehicle level cannot be effectively damaged by anti-aircraft firepower of insufficient caliber.
On the contrary, as long as anti-aircraft fire emerges somewhere, the Feng Falcon in the sky will launch an airborne missile.
Often, that solves the problem.
Some falcons went to some open spaces and opened the hatches.
Immediately afterwards, the rope was lowered, and dozens of soldiers climbed on 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.
(End of this chapter)
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