"F***! F***! What the f***..." Walter White erupted in fury, turning his head, only to see Ye Zhenli clutching his collar, glaring at him venomously, "If Victor catches you, he'll use your body for experints! Then, you'll beco just a lab rat."
That sounded eerily chilling.
A gust of wind blew, making Walter White shiver suddenly. He lowered his head, then nodded.
Ye Zhenli snatched up a handgun from the table and handed it over to him, "Don't worry, once we find a safe place, you can do all the experints you want. You handle the production, I'll handle the sales. We won't work for anyone else. Working for others? That's never going to make us rich!"
"To grow big and strong, to create new glory!"
"We're going to dominate the entire global drug trade!"
"We are going to be the kings of narcotics!"
Ye Zhenli's words were highly provocative, undeniably a salesperson's talk, stimulating Walter White so much his face turned red.
"Walter, don't worry. Once we have enough money, I'll find the best technology in the United States to extend your life."
Ye Zhenli paused, looking at him, "Your wife and your kids, they're waiting for you to co ho."
The word "ho" stirred sothing in Walter White's heart, he looked intently at Ye Zhenli, then nodded fiercely.
"Let's go!"
The two ran out of the laboratory, encountering seven or eight ard personnel outside, rcenaries that Ye Zhenli had paid for.
Now, he is worth over 60 million US dollars...
Dealing raw materials was simply a gold mine.
With money, he had equipped himself with bodyguards, all forr Special Forces.
"Go!"
Ye Zhenli shouted at the bodyguards and the group of them protected the two as they got in the car and took off on the highway, heading south.
"Get out of the way! Get out of the way! Move!" he yelled at the refugees.
BOOM!!
A sudden loud noise emanated from inside the city, causing everyone to look in the direction of the sound.
A mushroom cloud rose…
"Northern Army! The Northern Army is attacking, run!" a man's voice scread in terror.
This was like the flip of a switch, sending the chaotic crowd into a frenzy.
Ye Zhenli looked at the river of people, feeling a chill, "Take the shortcut, drive through! Drive through!"
Hearing his command, the bodyguard floored the pedal, the vehicle crushing people as it ramd through, diving into a forest on the roadside. The refugees crushed underneath were screaming in pain, but soon, they were trampled to death by the crowded mass.
These refugees didn't even know why they were running…
It was just like what was reported in the newspapers.
Victor's rule was rciless and savage; he was Satan, enslaving everyone, ready to kill anyone who displeased him.
People always have a herd ntality…
When you see your leaders running away, you subconsciously follow, believing their choice must be the right one.
August 21st, 1:27 PM!
The Fifth Group temporarily incorporated into the Marine Corps 2nd Division was the first to reach the outskirts of xico City!
Group leader Goodrian, face weather-beaten, seemingly falling apart, they bypassed the battlefield, going through the most complex prival forest between Michoacan and xico State!
Without stopping midway, eating on the vehicles, and for defecation, they just pulled down their trousers and stuck their buttocks out, rember… to face downwind.
Facing upwind and you might end up eating your own shit!
Finally, after such a desperate forced march, they were the first to reach xico City!
And prepared to bombard the outskirts of the city!
But just then, a phone call ca directly into his command post, soone inside xico City wanted to et him.
Thinking it over, Goodrian agreed.
Then two Aricans ca looking for him.
"Sir, I think we could talk," said one of the pale-faced middle-aged n, smiling.
"Here, they're all my soldiers, I trust them more."
The middle-aged man and his companion exchanged a helpless look, then straightforwardly stared hard at Goodrian, "Do you want to beco a distinguished guest of Europe and Arica? Do you want to be soone superior?"
"What do you an?"
The middle-aged man passed over a gift box, motioning him to open it. A guard took it and helped open it – inside were a pair of red leather shoes.
"Do you know Hetti Diaz? A beautiful young girl, right, a future star of Hollywood, these shoes are made from her, we are from the Red Shoes Club!"
Upon hearing this, Deputy Group Leader Douglas Hague widened his eyes, not shocked by the organization but by what they said.
"Join us, just give up attacking xico City, and we promise you, you could enter the high echelons of the Northern Army!"
Goodrian lifted his head, expressionless, "Beasts!"
"Tie them up, I'm going to use them as a flag sacrifice!"
Unable to hold back anymore, Deputy Group Leader Douglas Hague rushed over and slapped the middle-aged man hard to the ground.
"Ah! We're guests! Guests! What are you doing, let go, you're offending the whole world!!"
"How filthy."
Goodrian walked over, stepping on his face, looking up, "Even the air is filthy."
He reached out his hand and soone passed him an axe.
Goodrian raised it, and amidst the terrified eyes of the man, swung it down viciously.
"xico under Victor, believes in the light!!!"
Ploosh!!
The head was directly chopped in half.
Blood splattered on him, dyeing his military uniform red, while the other Arican trembled in fear, constantly shouting.
"Hi!"
"For General's xico, we cleanse the darkness!"
"Hi!"
Tens, hundreds, thousands of soldiers all shouted out loud.
"Stuff his ass into the shell, I want to use his body to breach into xico City!"
"Glory to the General!"
"Long live!!"
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