With just one knife, nearly a quarter of the steel gate was chopped into pieces!

"Open the door!"

Daxia's roar echoed throughout the underground shelter.

at the same time.

"Kakaka~"

On the fighter plane, missiles were detected one after another, aiming at the Steel Gate.

The gods of Great Xia were also excited with their divine power. Bai Qi clenched his blood sickle excitedly: "You're not going to open the door, hey hey hey!"

"Open the door!" The unyielding old man suddenly shouted: "Open the door quickly!"

"Don't be anxious, Daxia, we'll open the door right now!"

"Boom~~"

Three minutes later, the steel doors opened with a roar.

The old man and a group of members of the Jishihui walked out slowly, escorted by the heavily armed Jishihui soldiers and the gods.

"It finally came out." Lin Fan smiled.

"There may have been some misunderstandings before, haha, it's because our free country lacks etiquette." The old man smiled dryly. He obviously suffered a loss, but he kept silent about the previous conflict.

He was a little frustrated.

Jishihui has never suffered such grievance!

But after looking at Lin Fan, as well as the densely packed fighter planes behind him, as well as the gods of Great Xia and tens of thousands of gods, the old man still held back his breath.

"I like your current attitude very much." Lin Fan landed in front of the old man. Little John wanted to block him, but the old man waved his hand to stop him.

"There is no way. There is an old saying in Daxia, which is that those who know the current affairs are heroes. First of all, on behalf of the Jishi Society, I would like to congratulate Daxia for being able to grow to this point. As a member of the same human race, I am honored." The old man said sincerely.

He smiled dryly and said, "Secondly, I can probably guess the purpose of your visit this time."

"It's just that Daxia is a little unable to support itself under the coming of the gods and wants to seek some resources."

"Actually, there is no need for you to come all the way. We, the Jishihui, are always willing to do good, and we care about all mankind. As long as you let us know, we, the Jishihui, will naturally be willing to give 30 million tons of steel to Daxia for free!"

"I wonder if you are satisfied?"

Lin Fan smiled: "Thank you, but I'm here this time..."

"Fifty million, fifty million tons of steel!" The old man endured his heartache and shouted loudly.

"I came here this time to talk about other things." Lin Fan shook his head.

The old man was stunned.

"You should have received the notice from Daxia."

"You gave up this land, and I, Daxia, will take it for myself today." Lin Fan said softly.

"Stop joking," the old man said with a gloomy face, "Eighty million tons of steel! As long as you are willing to leave, 80 million tons of steel will be delivered to Daxia within three days!"

"I said, this is not a problem of steel." Lin Fan shook his head. Eighty million tons of steel is a lot.

But not as much as Lin Fan brought back from the God Realm at once.

"What I, Daxia, want is the land you gave up!" Lin Fan said in a deep voice.

The old man frowned.

Is it true that Daxia is playing?

They're not just looking for an excuse to get resources, but do they really want land?

Or... the price you gave is not enough?

"One hundred million tons! One hundred million tons, okay?" The old man gritted his teeth, "Do you accept such a benefit?"

"I said, this is not a question of steel resources!"

For a moment, the old man's eyes became complicated.

Even 100 million tons can't satisfy Daxia's appetite?

What exactly are they going to do?

How much benefit can satisfy them?

"No, have you not figured it out?" The old man frowned and whispered: "Although the land we gave up is vast, it is now covered with silt, making it difficult to mine resources."

"And this place is thousands of miles away from Daxia!"

"Even if you have this land, what benefits do you have? Even if you work hard to extract the resources, transporting them back will not be worth the loss!"

"Even if you, Daxia, want to expand your territory, now that the gods have come, it is already difficult for you to defend your homeland. What is the benefit of asking for a piece of land here? Do you still have to allocate your national strength to protect this place?"

"Although you are the commander-in-chief of Daxia and you are young and energetic, I understand. But for the sake of profit..."

Lin Fan suddenly interrupted him: "It's true that the two sentences are inseparable from interests..."

"What's the meaning?"

"Don't you know, I, Daxia, have always been stupid in your eyes? We never consider profit when we do things!" Lin Fan said coldly: "From today on, I, Daxia, will take over this land!"

"You are crazy!" The old man looked ugly, "When did we give up on this land!"

Today, the resources of Jishihui are also mined from this land!

Can't lose!

"Didn't give up?"

"Although the gods are raging and the land is falling, haven't you given up yet? Have you ever resisted? Have you ever stood firm? Does this land have your flag?"

"You will just hide underground like moths and claim the resources of this land!" Lin Fan said coldly: "Isn't this just giving up?"

The old man's face turned red: "Anyway, this place, this place used to be ours..."

"The land in the world should be collected by those who are able! If I can, I, Daxia, will naturally collect it!" Lin Fan snorted coldly: "If it belongs to you according to what it once belonged to, then this land is not yours, but you have snatched it.

of!"

The old man had nothing to say for a while, but Mike on the side said coldly: "Okay, even if what you say makes sense, even if we really abandon this land, this land still remains.

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The old one belongs to us! According to the laws jointly formulated by all countries, as long as our citizens live on this land, this is our land!"

"Yes, Mike is right!" The old man glanced at Mike with admiration, and then said: "Our citizens still live on this land!"

"Your citizens? Do you have evidence? Do you have their identity information?" Lin Fan looked at Mike.

"Of course there is!" the old man sneered, "Mike, take it out for them!"

Mike's face changed and he reminded in a low voice: "Father, the identity information of these abandoned people has been destroyed long ago... Theoretically, they should not be alive. Now they are just illegal survivors..."

The Jishihui has long ago abandoned these people.

How could they keep the identities of these abandoned, worthless people who should have died long ago?

The old man's expression froze, but he still said firmly: "Then they are also our people. Even if we destroy their identity information, even if we give up on them, they are still our people! This cannot be changed!"

"Really?" Lin Fan smiled: "How about I ask them personally?"

He picked up the walkie-talkie and said in a deep voice: "All survivors, listen."

"I, Daxia, am not arbitrary. I will give you a chance to choose now."

"Now, are you willing to be our temporary citizens of Great Xia or citizens of the Free Country? You choose for yourself!"

The old man's face changed and he shouted loudly: "As long as you are willing to admit that you are a citizen of a free country, I am willing to give each of you one hundred thousand... no, five hundred thousand free coins! I can also let you enter the shelter!"

However.

“Fuck Liberty Dollars!”

"The day you abandon us, we will no longer be your people! When did we become human in your eyes!"

"You abandoned us, and now you want us to admit that we are yours?"

"You even slaughtered us like crazy!"

"When have you ever taken care of us?"

"We once cried and shouted to enter the shelter, but now that we have survived, who cares about your shelter!"

"Three years ago, I would have definitely agreed, but now... my child is dead, all my children are dead, you know!"

On the walkie-talkie, countless roars gathered together, like a mountain, into a single sentence.

"From today onwards, we are from Daxia!"

The old man stood stunned on the spot.

"Did you hear that?" Lin Fan whispered: "The people living in this unclaimed land are temporary citizens of Daxia. I, Daxia, have collected their identity information."

"How is it possible, how is it possible..." the old man muttered blankly: "Fifty thousand free coins, a quota to enter the shelter... As long as they agree, they can enter the shelter, and they will no longer have to sleep in the open... Why...
To be continued...