801 Rooms Made of Steel

Midday, 12:00 sharp.

A rapid sound of the whistle sounded nearby, and the Commander of the Chinese garrison, Gao Hongxing, walked from the distance. After he came to the front of five people, he said with a serious face, "The teams from other countries have begun to assemble. The destination is the East coast and a submarine is already waiting there."

"Which country's submarine does it belong to, Commander Gao?" asked Zhu Long.

"The United States, but there are a lot of soldiers from various countries inside," said Gao Hongxing. "So, it's impossible even if the American people want to scheme something inside the submarine."

"Sufficient interests will make people lose their reason, regardless." Zhu Long slowly nodded. "Not to mention that the things inside the three-star vestige are enough to drive many people crazy. Commander Gao, please keep in touch with our own side and do pay attention to safety."