When Luo Yu drove the car and took Liu Jun and the others back to the base, the base gate was open.

Luo Pingchuan saw Luo Yu return through surveillance, and was a little puzzled, "Why did he come back so soon?"

Suddenly, he thought of something and his face changed drastically. He was about to close the door when he found that Luo Yu's car had already driven in. Liu Jun and others had already gotten out of the car.

Luo Pingchuan sighed as if he accepted his fate, "Go and tell the above that there is a bucket of rice at the base. Please send the supplies in advance this time."

The reason why Luo Pingchuan was so worried about the Niu Moo King was because they were a desert base and had a certain amount of material supplies.

Although the base will have a certain reserve of conventional supplies, those are canned and compressed biscuits.

Who wants to eat those things when staying in the desert all day?

As for King Niu Moo’s meal, they had to eat canned food for several days before supplying them.

Luo Pingchuan saw Liu Jun and was about to complain a few times, but suddenly he found that Liu Jun's face was wrong, so he didn't say anything.

"Brother Luo, make some preparations, a large army will come soon," Liu Jun said seriously.

Before I understood what Liu Jun meant, the phone in the command room rang.

"Sir, it's a call from the headquarters," a staff member reported.

Luo Pingchuan strode over and picked up the phone. When he heard the meaning of the phone, Luo Pingchuan's face became increasingly ugly.

The decisive battle location was chosen in the desert, which was beneficial to Liu Jun, Jiujiu, and people on their side, except for the branch base where Luo Pingchuan is located.

Because when war begins here, no matter whether it wins or loses, it will not hurt innocent people, and the disaster will harm the common people.

As the only command hub here, most people have to be here. Once the war starts, the base will suffer heavy casualties and injuries after a little impact. This is also the reason why Luo Pingchuan looks ugly.

"Sorry, choosing here is a helpless move," Liu Jun comforted.

Luo Pingchuan sighed, "This is all fate, I won't blame you."

After orders were issued, the entire base began to operate, and the high-power radar had also been activated. At the same time, the first batch of support had reached the periphery of the desert and blocked the entire desert.

The operation team of the Nine Department was also mobilized to the desert in just twelve hours.

At the same time, the support of major forces is also taking action, and the destination is all here in the desert.

It can be said that all the power that Liu Jun can gather together.

Of course, there are no exceptions to ghost soldiers in the underworld.

Liu Jun would not be so stupid that he was not prepared for any reason. He had invited several Yan Luo to mobilize ghost soldiers and the Yin soldiers were distributed everywhere. Once Mo Qingqing played tricks with Liu Jun and sneaked into their rear, he would definitely be smashed by the gift prepared by Liu Jun for her.

Among these teams to support, what Liu Jun is most familiar with is He Yinglong's army.

This time they were also transferred to support, but this time they were not the main attacker, but were responsible for the periphery blockade.

He Yinglong had just promised to the headquarters that there would never be any problems this time, but the problem arose.

A large group of reporters came right in front of the entrance and exit of the blockade line. They gathered there like vultures smelling rotten, constantly shouting, wanting to go in with the reporter's license.

This made He Yinglong feel worried. You know, these reporters are more difficult to deal with than the other and cannot answer questions casually.

Just like you said you are experimenting with the power of a new missile here, they will definitely dare to write it as a certain base and are conducting a new H weapon experiment.

Because of this, in order to avoid unnecessary trouble, He Yinglong had to choose to avoid it. However, these guys were like crazy and stopped leaving at the entrance and exit of the blockade line. What can he do? Use force? Just kidding, this is a reporter, and he is not Liu Jun.

In desperation, He Yinglong could only explain to all the soldiers, no matter how he asked, he would reply to "Military Secrets, no need to inform him"

Of course, these reporters were extremely dissatisfied with this answer. He Yinglong was so entangled with all kinds of entanglements when he saw the soldiers responsible for the blockade.

He doesn't dare to approach the entrance and exit of the blockade line now. When you see him, these reporters, like they took two pounds of Dali Pills, crazily hitting the blockade line and want to be the first to interview him.

At this time, a military vehicle drove over, and it was Liu Jun sitting in the car.

He Yinglong's eyes lit up. He was really sleepy and someone gave him a pillow. Liu Jun came very in time.

Liu Jun looked at He Yinglong with a confused look on his face, "What's going on with you?"

"I encountered a difficult thing. The group of reporters outside blocked the place. Can you help solve it?" He Yinglong asked.

Liu Jun looked at these reporters and found that the number was much higher than the ones he arrested last time. Many of these reporters were well-known reporters, so arresting would definitely not work.

"Are there anyone among these reporters who are their own?" Liu Jun asked.

"There are, there are, but once public opinion ferments, they can't change anything at all," He Yinglong replied.

"It's okay, it can't ferment. I have a plan and I need them to cooperate." Liu Jun told He Yinglong about his thoughts.

He Yinglong was shocked, "Wouldn't you be too bold in this way?"

"Why, are you still having a better solution?" Liu Jun asked.

He Yinglong gritted his teeth and said, "Then do it like this."

...

Half an hour later, all the reporters were put in, but restricted their movements and did not let them run around, but concentrated in an oversized tent.

One by one, there are bottles of iced mineral water on the table.

The reporters who had been shouting at the door for a long time had already become a little dry. When they saw the mineral water, they were a little surprised. Most of the people opened it and took a sip.

There were also those who didn’t drink it at the beginning, but there were so many people crowding in this big tent, which was really a bit stuffy and I also drank mineral water.

"Oh, are you still starting?"

"That's right, I'm almost going to have heatstroke after waiting for so long."

"Are you sick? Didn't you say that this revelation is definitely epic? You guys are revelation."

The reporters were sweating profusely for a long time, but behind the table in front was a young man, blowing a portable fan, without saying a word.

"Okay, okay, don't make a noise. I said I would reveal a big news to you, and I will definitely reveal it." Seeing everyone drinking water, Liu Jun smiled and said.

Sure enough, as soon as he opened his mouth, the people in the tent became quiet.

Why did they wait for so long? Naturally, they were waiting for the revelation?

"Okay, the time is up. There is a sect here. There is a magical world behind the door. It is guaranteed that you will get the answer you want." Liu Jun pulled open a piece of cloth on the side of the tent. The back of the cloth was pitch black, and a cold breath came from it.

The reporters looked at each other and no one dared to go in first. Although they all knew to grab the first-hand revelations, the unknown danger was the most terrifying.

"What? Don't you dare? Isn't this the revelation you want? It's delivered to you, but you don't dare to read it?" Liu Jun's lips raised, and his contemptuous eyes swept across all the reporters.

"Who knows if you want to harm us?" said a young reporter wearing glasses.

"In this way, I promise you will have no worries. Moreover, where is this? Will I be careless? Will I kill you here?" Liu Jun said disdainfully.

"I hope you tell the truth! I'm the first to go in." The young reporter gritted his teeth and walked into the door first.

"I'll go in too." A beautiful reporter with long shawl hair also walked in.

Someone started, others felt much more at ease in an instant, and they walked into the door one after another.

In the end, there were only a dozen left-behind reporters left in the tent.

"You guys, don't you go in and take a look?" Liu Jun said with a smile.

"No, we have colleagues in," a reporter said with a vigilant look on his face.

"You'd better go in and take a look. You'll see for a long time. There are not many opportunities like this," Liu Jun said meaningfully.

Before these reporters could react, King Niu Moo appeared, his movements were very quick, and he threw the remaining reporters into the door.

There are hundreds of ghost messengers on the other side of the door, responsible for taking these reporters to the 18th floor of hell for a day trip.

Of course, it’s not just for them to experience it, it’s just for them to see what the eighteen levels of hell looks like.
Chapter completed!