463: Doomsday Bunker

Pan Han's expression was calm as an ancient well, but deep down, he was somewhat smug.

Thousands of people kneeling before him in a dense, uniform mass—this feeling was truly fascinating.

And most importantly, the power of world laws he possessed was no different from the apocalypse.

The feeling of invincibility is back!

Pan Han thought to himself, and his body floated into the air once again.

His lips moved slightly, and a command reached everyone's ears: 'Follow the captain, clean up the scene, then guard the Myanmar Northern Region and restore order as soon as possible. I will be back shortly.'

Yes!

Everyone dared not even raise their heads, loudly acknowledging the order.

Shortly after, everyone heard a whoosh, and when they looked up again, Pan Han had vanished.

The captain and the group of Primary Evolvers looked at the sky, tears streaming down their faces.

The other soldiers were stunned, still unable to believe what they had just witnessed, lost in the shock of it all.

It was unknown how much time had passed when the captain was the first to stand up and say, 'Brothers!'

The Primary Evolver team stood up, and all the soldiers rose in unison.

The mutual slaughter before was all the fault of those three old geezers. Now that everyone is loyal to the Leader, we are all family. Come on, let's get to work!

The captain, high in spirits, shouted with his arms raised.

Now was not the time to settle old scores; all signs of division had to be suppressed.

The current Knight Order could not withstand any disturbance.

Afterward, the captain called over a dozen people, assigned their respective tasks, and threw himself into post-war reconstruction.

At an altitude of tens of thousands of meters, Pan Han flew with the wind.

He hid himself within a spatial barrier; even if a plane flew by outside, it could not see him.

Pan Han was in an excellent mood, took out his phone, and played a song:

In your heart, flying freely!

Brilliant starlight, wandering eternally!

Listening to the resonant song, Pan Han looked around as the various countries on the surface of Blue Star flashed rapidly beneath his feet.

Good heavens! The speed has exceeded ten thousand kilometers per hour!

Pan Han moved his divine sense slightly to bring up the speed indicator.

It's almost Mach 10. All the fighter jets and anti-aircraft missiles on Blue Star shouldn't be able to catch up to me.

If I were happy, I could probably ride on an intercontinental missile and sing.

Come on, let's see where those old geezers are.

After cruising for a while, Pan Han finally started to attend to serious business.

Seven or eight seconds later, he locked onto the location information of the Three Elders.

Oh ho! It seems they know about the failure of the battle in the Myanmar Northern Region. They have all hidden in the bunker.

The bunker Pan Han referred to was an extremely confidential location in Somalia.

It was an apocalypse bunker built by the previous Leader over ten years with an investment of tens of billions of eagle sauce coins.

Located more than two hundred meters underground, it could not only withstand nuclear weapon strikes but also had a perfect survival system capable of supporting 1,000 people for over three years.

If I were still an Intermediate Evolver, I really wouldn't be able to do anything about the bunker. Unfortunately, you three are out of luck.

Pan Han snorted coldly and accelerated again.

In the high sky, space fluctuated slightly, but left no trace behind.

Somalia, apocalypse bunker, main conference room.

The Three Elders sat facing each other, their faces ashen and brows furrowed.

They hadn't spoken for over ten minutes.

Ever since seeing the footage transmitted back from the Myanmar Northern Region, they had immediately taken their families and most trusted guards and urgently hidden in the bunker.

The air seemed to have solidified, time seemed to have stopped, and the atmosphere in the conference room was suppressed to the extreme.

Third Elder, you should commit suicide!

Finally, the First Elder was the first to speak, demanding a life the moment he opened his mouth.

It's no problem for me to die. But will it be useful?

The Third Elder heard this, was surprisingly calm, and just asked back in a soft voice.

I don't know! But dying first and dying later should be two different things.

After the Second Elder finished speaking, he silently took out a small transparent box containing a small pill.

Silence, another long period of silence.

Second Elder, I'm sorry for dragging you into this.

The Third Elder spoke again, looking at the Second Elder with a hint of apology.

What's the use of saying that now? The Leader has fought his way back. It's time for us to leave.

The Second Elder gave a bitter smile. He tilted his head back and leaned against the chair.

He had been cautious his whole life, and he had been wrong just this once!

He didn't expect to have bet on the wrong horse.

Second Elder, don't blame yourself. This is our fault. We've spent decades together, and in the end, we caused you to be unlucky.

The First Elder dug into his pocket, pulled out a pack of cigarettes, took one out, and tossed it in front of the two.

Heh, people, how can one be lucky their whole life? Just accept what you've done yourself.

If our Leader hadn't had such an encounter, he would probably have spent the rest of his life avoiding being hunted down.

The Second Elder took out a cigarette, lit it, and took a deep drag, as if he were relieved.

I just don't understand! What exactly happened to him? Why is he suddenly so strong?

The Third Elder complained after exhaling a smoke ring.

However, it sounded incredibly pale.

Some people are born at your finish line; don't ever question it, just accept your fate!

Third Elder, stop talking. When you get beaten, stand at attention; don't whine.

The First Elder had completely let go; he wasn't planning to resist anymore and would just wait for Pan Han to come and take his head.

Facing a flying man, what else can you do?

Heh, after we go down, how will we face the Leader? Should we tell the old man, your judgment is really good?

The Second Elder also opened his heart and actually started joking.

Hahaha! Let's go down and find the Leader to cry. To actually doubt his judgment, we truly deserve to die!

The First Elder also joined in the joke.

It's a pity about all our businesses; they might all be gone.

The Third Elder was still somewhat unwilling to give up, gritting his teeth as he spoke.

Third Elder! You're almost a hundred years old this year, aren't you? Still so competitive. There is no business that lasts a lifetime. Enough is enough.

The First Elder patted this centenarian.

What about being a hundred years old? Give me another hundred years, and I'll still be the same.

Although the Third Elder said this, his spirit had dissipated quite a bit, and he seemed to shrink a bit.

Bang!

A loud bang came from the top of the bunker, and some dust fell from the ceiling of the conference room.

The Three Elders looked up, then glanced at each other.

He's here!

Hmm.

What should we do?

Should we go first or talk before we go?

Will he spare our families?

If it were you, would you?

The conference room fell into silence again, and the few tacitly shut their mouths.

Three Elders. You don't think these little tricks can stop me, do you?

Pan Han's voice entered the minds of the three, carrying a tone of kindness mixed with teasing.

Leader, since you're here, come in and let's talk.

The First Elder stubbed out his cigarette and spoke to the air.

Your people died in vain because of you; is that appropriate?

Pan Han transmitted his voice again.

It is not! Wait a moment.

The First Elder looked at the two, nodded, and picked up the walkie-talkie in his hand.

Everyone, stop resisting, and bring our Leader to the conference room.

As soon as the words fell, the door creaked open, and Pan Han appeared impressively before the three.