The End of the World: Chaos

Chapter 420 Heavy losses

Pushkin frowned, and his voice was like dark thunder: "Yang Yi, it is true that you are extremely talented, but the Red Skull is extraordinary. If he really wants to take action, I am afraid we will suffer heavy losses."

Yang Yi smiled slightly, his eyes flashing with a calm radiance, his face calm: "Pushkin, don't you know that he is just a piece on the chessboard, and we are the chess players who control the overall situation. Although the situation is complicated, if we can control it, internal friction is just dust on the situation. How can it hinder our deduction?"

Pushkin shook his head helplessly, his expression unable to hide his worry: "Even so, can't we resolve this matter through a more peaceful means? Red Skull's men are all well-trained warriors. If a conflict really breaks out, I'm afraid it will mess up our plan."

Yang Yi nodded, but his tone became more determined: "I understand your concerns, but please think carefully: if we can provoke them to fight, and throw the situation to them, and when they are both defeated, we will take the opportunity to attack, isn't it a strategy to have the best of both worlds?"

Pushkin still hesitated, the uneasiness in his heart covered his reason like a severe frost. He had been with Yang Yi for a long time and knew that the opponent's tactics were brilliant, but at this moment, he could not fully understand Yang Yi's idea.

"Listen to me, Pushkin." Yang Yi's expression suddenly became serious, and his tone was full of tenacity and strength. "This battle is not only a response to the Red Skull, but also a challenge to the entire situation. The two of us are the only ones who provoked the battle. There must be no compromise on this point."

"In that case, what should we do next?" Pushkin was finally moved by Yang Yi's persistence. Although he still had doubts in his heart, he also knew that the other party's decision must have its deep meaning.

"Be fully prepared first. If the Red Skull really attacks, I will follow suit. When he loses his strength in the battle, it will be our chance. If we take advantage of the situation, we can turn the situation around in one fell swoop." A sinister smile flashed across Yang Yi's lips, and his eyes shone with unprecedented fighting spirit. "In addition, what is the progress of the intelligence on S.H.I.E.L.D."

Pushkin sighed and said with a sad face: "There is no new progress in this matter. The people I sent inside did not find anything unusual."

"Nothing unusual?" Yang Yi frowned slightly, lost in thought, thinking to himself, "It seems that they are hiding quite cunningly, and even noticed our movements. We must remain vigilant."

"Moreover, the people arranged by Hill have no contact records and seem to be closely monitoring all internal flows. However, we are trapped in the fog and it is difficult to find clues." Pushkin continued, his voice as low as a hidden star in the night sky.

"This is indeed intriguing," Yang Yi said slowly, "They should have kept a low profile, so why did they leave such a gap for us to examine?"

Pushkin spread his hands, looking helpless: "But no matter how we investigate, their information blockade is like an iron wall, and it is difficult to get any clues."

"This situation is unusual." Yang Yi tapped the table with his fingers and pondered for a long time, as if he was thinking of a more far-reaching response. "It seems that they are indeed preparing for something big, and it should not be underestimated."

Pushkin was shocked and thought to himself that the situation might be far more complicated than it seemed: "So, what is our next plan?"

"We need to intensify intelligence gathering, especially targeting the people around Hill. I need to get every clue I can, the more detailed the better." Yang Yi took a deep breath, his eyes as firm as iron. "At the same time, we must also prepare for the confrontation with the Red Skull. We must make sure they mistakenly think that we are fighting among ourselves, and then we will reap the benefits."

"Understood, Yang Yi. I'll arrange it right away." Pushkin responded, feeling excited. Since he had already followed Yang Yi, he should do his best.

At this moment, the door of the conference room suddenly opened, and a black-clad agent walked in quickly, his expression as solemn as a dark cloud covering the city: "Report, Yang Yi, I just received an urgent message, the Red Skull has begun to mobilize his men, it seems that there is a big move!"

"Quickly mobilize all our personnel and prepare for battle!" Yang Yi responded immediately. His command was as loud as a bell, and a stern look flashed in his eyes. "Pushkin, you must quickly contact the intelligence team to ensure that our information is flowing smoothly."

"Yes, sir!" Pushkin was excited and stepped out quickly, ready to integrate all resources.

In the meeting room, the sun had long gone out, and only Yang Yi was immersed in his thoughts, with a sense of urgency in the air. He knew in his heart that the storm had already arrived, and they were at the forefront of it and could not retreat.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment, Yang Yi stared at the tactical map on the wall, calculating every subtle step to come. He knew that this contest was a double test of wisdom and courage, and he must not lose in this game.

"Red Skull, you finally show up." He whispered to himself, a cold smile on the corner of his mouth, as if the whole base was trembling with it.

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