"This ti he profited from the war, but he doesn't want to share a single piece of cake. Since he's unwilling to share, I'll just have to take it!"
"Mr. Leng, as long as I win this ti, I can conservatively get a return of over 1.5 billion US Dollars! If I get a complete victory, I'll give you another 100 million US Dollars as a reward for your bravery this ti. How about it?"
Leng Bing's face turned ashen, saying nothing.
But Simoski didn't care, he directly nodded to Harley Yous, signaling him to start the live stream.
The live stream was connected and placed at a distance, perfectly capturing the faces of the three of them and part of the battlefield in front.
With a wave of Simoski's hand, dozens of strong n ard with weapons charged forward.
"Kill! Brothers, we're going to get rich!"
"Ura!"
"Slaughter these boys, chop them up and feed them to the dogs!"
"Hahaha, this ti we're going to crush them!"
"..."
With the charge of a group of people.
The people on the building side were all very tense.
A fat man next to Zeven Shu'er looked very grim as he saw this scene.
"Boss, Simoski took advantage, while most of our brothers are out, he actually ca to attack us."
"Should we retreat first?"
Zeven Shu'er slapped him directly across the face, "Retreat? Retreat my ass! This is my territory, we still have seventy to eighty people here, they're just coming to die!"
"Fight! Throw all the shells and bullets at them, don't let anyone survive!"
"Give the gun!"
Saying this, he snatched a sniper rifle himself, ready to aim and shoot.
But soon, he noticed sothing was wrong.
Why are these people running so fast?
With a sniper rifle at a certain distance, you need to predict the target's speed to make a kill shot.
He's been a boss for years, and knows these brutes' strength too well.
He's killed people countless tis.
But what's going on today? After firing five or six shots, his shoulder was almost dislocated by the recoil, yet he didn't hit a single shot?
What's going on??
Not just him, his group of subordinates also realized sothing was wrong, apart from a few hits during the machine gun sweep.
Most of the bullets were wasted.
By the ti they reacted, the group had already reached the bottom of the building.
The initial distance between both sides was only about four to five hundred ters.
Simoski's n, after training, covered that four to five hundred ters in just about a minute.
They simply couldn't react in ti!
The door downstairs in the building was blocked.
They thought they could hold on for a while.
But they didn't expect these people to jump up and kick through the tempered glass, bursting right in one by one.
A fierce battle imdiately erupted downstairs.
The sounds of shouting and killing were incessant.
"Damn, when did that bald guy's subordinates get this fierce???"
Zeven Shu'er was stunned, watching the scenes on the monitor, seeing his n being slaughtered one by one, in just a brief encounter, most of the n on the first floor were killed or injured.
This outco was completely unexpected for him.
By the ti he reacted, a group of strong n was already charging upstairs.
Along the way, his n were all treated like muggles, not shot to death, but smashed to death, beaten to death with the butts of guns!
It's terrifying!
Outside, Simoski was smiling as he watched the scene through binoculars.
He put the binoculars down and handed them to Leng Bing.
"Mr. Leng, thank you for making this attack so smooth, you're the key!"
Leng Bing took the binoculars, his face extrely dark.
By this ti, the live stream had switched to two phones.
One phone was facing his face, the other facing the battlefield.
Simoski said to him.
"Now for you, I have a piece of good news and bad news."
"The good news is, after your Kung Fu live stream ends, it's going to be a best-seller!"
"The bad news is, you've beco a traitor to Great Xia, hahaha."
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