Listening to the exclamations of the audience, listening to the name spurting out from countless lips, whether scarlet or pale, and then penetrating through his eardrums like thunder, Descartes' incomparably stiff body suddenly went limp, and he almost fell to his knees on the railing.
The arm that clung to the railing made it difficult for this high-ranking federal official not to have such a humiliating thing happen, but the constant trembling arm showed that the fear in his heart at this time had been like a dark cloud of Li Xing.
There was a dead silence in the box, and he suddenly turned around, stared at the people in the box with crazy eyes, waved his arms and screamed, "Kill him by any means, kill him."
The people in the ring were understanding and sympathetic to Mr.
Descartes' gaffe, as their situation was not much better, and after confirming the identity of the man standing in the ring, few people had the strength to get up from their chairs.
They were Bermuda giants, but the man was a myth on the battlefield, and was clearly on Levi's side now, and fortunately they were far less dangerous than Mr.
Descartes.
The whole universe knows that the last person the Federal Political Axe wants to see in these years is the small-eyed man named Xu Le in the ring.
This bloody war in Bermuda is in its final stages, and it looks like victory, even if it is a despicable victory, will be terminated by the appearance of the man in the ring The countless deeds that have happened in the past ten years have made these big people in the box know what kind of terrifying combat power and tenacity Xu Le has, and they are even willing to admit that they have countless subordinates, and they simply don't have the courage to fight with this one man, but the situation is like this, they have to fight.
Ji Huo frowned and thought quickly, in his calculations, no matter how strong Xu Le was, he was still a normal person after all, and with the support of the Bermuda local armed forces and the federal political axe, there should be more than ninety percent of the chance of winning.
As the most famous arms smuggler in this star field, Ji Huo had a ruthless mood that the other bigwigs of the Bermuda Conference did not have, he glanced at his partner who was still hesitating, looked at Descartes and said in a deep voice: "Please give me the command of your special operations force, and I promise to kill that man." ” The panicked look on Descartes' face became a little more relaxed as he said this, and he praised in a trembling voice: "Everything is up to Mr.
Ji Huo." ” Ji Huo is no longer so flattering, Descartes is no longer so proud and contemptuous, this is no longer a manor nightclub, but a venue where there is a lot of music.
Just as Ji Huo was about to stand up and prepare for battle, he suddenly noticed a small red dot under the railing on his side.
Then there is the second little red dot, and then the third little red dot The red point of light is very faint and faint, and if you don't pay attention to it, you can't notice it in the dim environment of the box, but if someone looks closer, you can find that there are two very subtle ancient letters in the center of the red point of light. xf。
Like red ants, three dim red dots silently followed the wall into the box, crawling at the foot of the sofa and on the big people who didn't notice anything, smooth and elusive.
Ji Huo, who was about to get up, saw the red point of light, and sat back in the chair in despair, countless cold beads of sweat instantly oozed from his forehead, and his body was full of fear.
At least three Snipers were aiming at the box they were in.
He had seen these red points of light like red ants, and knew that they were laser calibration points for some kind of modified sniper rifle.
He didn't need to look closely to know that in the center of those red points of light, there must be two ancient letters xf.
He even knew that the laser calibration point of this kind of sniper could be adjusted to the extent that it could be fully seen by the naked eye, which showed that those snipers outside didn't care about being discovered by the people in the box, and the other party was confident that they were in control.
It can be seen that this is not just because Ji Huo is the largest arms smuggler in Bermuda, but because he is the only one in the universe who has ever sold such guns.
The Modified Sniper Rifle, called the T by Ji Huo, was the most advanced sniper rifle he had ever seen in his long arms sales career, and was contemptuous of all similar equipment except that it could not be compared to the Legendary ACW.
The t is not a standard firearm of the Federation or the Empire, it comes from a mysterious seller.
It was a very honorable thing to be able to obtain the exclusive right to sell this gun, but it was a pity that Ji Huo didn't dare to show off at all in the past two years.
Because he had paid the terrible price for the explosion of three smuggling ships, those lessons were too unforgettable.
However, at this time, he was so frightened, not only because he was targeted by the three T-change snipers, nor because of those lessons, but because only he knew that those guns were sent to Xilin and sent to the old mansion in the second district of latitude.
Xu Le came to Bermuda, and the little princess of the Zhong family should also come to Bermuda.
Ji Huo stared at the three small red dots of light under his feet, and thought coldly, could it be that the Xilin special forces had surrounded the venue Because of this kind of fearful speculation, because of the fear of the mysterious supplier of the T-change sniper, Ji Huo, who was about to join hands with the federal political axe to eliminate Xu Le a moment ago, subconsciously looked at the three small red light spots and raised his hand.
The thoughts in his mind were completed in an instant, and the big people in the box didn't know what kind of struggle he had gone through in his heart, looking at the strange appearance of him holding his hands up, he frowned and asked a few words.
Cold beads of sweat slid down Ji Huo's cheeks, and the next moment he realized how wise it was for him to raise his hand and surrender in advance.
In the darkest corner of the dimly lit box, two faces suddenly appeared, like ghosts, in front of everyone, one of whom pointed his gun at Descartes and whispered, "Don't move, everyone." ” There was a sudden tension in the box, and the big man sitting on the sofa looked at the two gunmen who didn't know how to sneak in, and he was shocked and speechless.
The door of the box was pushed open from the outside, and the light penetrated through the room, shining on the two gunmen, only to find that they were wearing dark black combat uniforms and their faces were painted with dark camouflage paint, like real ghosts.
In the soft and scattered corridor light, a wheelchair drove in with the sound of a zizi motor, and a curly-haired man sat in the wheelchair, his face could not be seen clearly, only a very thick flower gun resting on his knees.
On the right side of the box, by the curtain behind the sofa, the member of the small-eyed special operations force responsible for protecting Descartes quickly took out the gun from his waist and prepared to shoot at the moment when the light shone on the eyes of the two gunmen.
This special operations elite made the right choice, but it was a pity that he didn't see the three small red dots of light that slid smoothly, and he didn't know that there were snipers outside.
There was a slight clicking sound from somewhere in the canopy opposite, and the t-altered sniper with a muffler opened fire from a distance.
The body of the elite of special operations by the curtain flicked violently, and suddenly collapsed weakly in the corner, and after a moment the blood flowed from under the sofa.
The big guys were shocked by this scene of death, pursed their lips tightly, sat motionless on the sofa with a grim expression, everyone wanted to save face, no one wanted to be controlled by others, but no one dared to be arrogant in front of the sniper rifle.
The two ghost-like gunmen, who were all black and ghostly, as if they hadn't seen the sniper bullets shoot the elite of the small-eyed special operations force, bypassed Descartes with expressionless faces, occupied the corner with the largest angle of view in the box, flat-ended the guns in their hands, and aimed at everyone to suppress them.
"Who are you?"
Descartes, who was pale, stared at the wheelchair at the door, and asked in a trembling voice as he looked at the man in the wheelchair whose face was even paler than himself.
The young man in the wheelchair frowned slightly, his pale cheeks were full of hatred, and after a long silence, he replied, "Seven groups of Da Vinci." ” Hearing the words Seven Groups, the atmosphere in the box became even more depressing, Descartes and those Bermuda giants didn't know what was going on the Ink Flower Planet, so they didn't expect the Seven Groups to appear here at all.
Xu Le is already very terrifying, if you add the seven groups that are about to be forgotten but have not been really forgotten by the world, what does it mean When he recognized Xu Le, Descartes was already on the verge of madness, and when he found that the seven groups were also following Xu Le, he fell directly into despair.
When people are in a state of despair, they are always prone to hallucinations, such as at this time, Descartes looks at the wheelchair in front of him, looks at the frail curly-haired man in the wheelchair, looks at the gun in the other's lap, and realizes that the two gunmen behind him are not paying attention to him at all If you rush over and grab that bullet gun, restrain that weak man, and threaten Xu Le and the seven groups, you should be able to live, but why is there such a good opportunity Is this an illusion No, his eyes widened, confirming that this was not an illusion but a last hope Descartes howled like a housewife rushing to the supermarket in the early morning to buy pods at a limited-time special, and threw herself into her wheelchair Da Vinci, who was in a wheelchair, seemed to have expected this high-ranking federal official to do this, and just as Descartes howled out of his throat, he quickly picked up the bullet gun on his lap with both hands, and pulled the trigger directly without bothering to aim.
There was a loud bang The box was filled with the smell of burning, and Descartes' body was sprayed by hundreds of hard graphite beads fired at close range, and was sprayed by the violent momentum contained in it, flying backwards several meters at high speed, and slamming into the railing.
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Like a broken bamboo, there was a crisp click, and Descartes, who had come on a secret mission to carry out the president's mission, died, and his chest and abdomen were in disarray.
I don't know if he still remembered the manor and the beauty that the Bermudians gave him at this time, or whether he regretted it.
When the wheelchair came to Descartes's corpse, Da Vinci spat hatefully, looked at the corpse and said: "Give you hope, and then make you desperate, Lao Tzu is playing with you, see if you fools dare to play Lao Tzu again" The box was quiet, and the Bermuda conference giants, who were known for their ruthlessness, saw this scene, their faces were expressionless, but their mood was extremely cold, and they knew that the rumored seven groups were so ruthless To be continued: