In Dada Putrajaya, everyone on the street disappeared without a trace and did not dare to show their heads. The police station was attacked and Sheriff Moore was severely injured, which made the entire Dadapu panic.

To the people in the city, Chief Moore is a god who cannot be disobeyed, the kind of chief who speaks the same thing in the tribe and has absolute power. He is the king, Dadabu's unyielding king.

"Bang!"

There were crisp gunshots coming from Moore's room, and a black doctor was shot in the head by the local emperor.

"Get out of useless waste! Do you want to hurt me so much? Damn, find a doctor for me and the best doctor!"

Moore, who was lying on the bed, was twisted in pain. He gritted his teeth and threw the pistol heavily on the bed in pain, roaring constantly.

The people in the room didn't dare to breathe for a moment, for fear that Moore would be unhappy and shoot them.

"Carry out the body and feed the dog!" Moore roared with a ferocious cheek: "Find out the godfather and the three of you, I want to live! Everyone goes, all goes!"

"yes!"

Two policemen grabbed the body's feet and dragged them out, pulling out a long blood mark.

"Sheriff! Sheriff!" A policeman hurried in and shouted: "Three people have been found. They have returned and just entered the city!"

With a "huh", Moore sat up suddenly, endured the severe pain of the broken shoulder bones, and gritted his teeth and shouted: "Come on!"

At this time, Moore was like a madman. He had been a local emperor for so many years and had nothing to experience. But this time he suffered a great loss. If he could not use more cruel means to make those three miscellaneous people suffer, he would never give up!

Almost instantly, countless policemen filled the entire street, and countless armed personnel were hiding in every corner of the house, holding guns to lock Xiao Yuanchao and the four others.

The police held the ak, and the armed personnel also held the ak, and these armed personnel were Moore's personal armed forces. Without his own armed forces, he would not have been able to sit on the sheriff's throne.

Seven or eight strong black men carried Moore out, placed it in a jeep, and drove forward along the street.

After seeing Xiao Yuanchao and the other two, Moore roared while enduring the severe pain: "Miscellaneous people, you dare to come back. I want to peel off your flesh inch by inch!"

The jeep stopped steadily, stopping fifty meters away in front of the three people.

After the car was stable, two black men immediately lifted Moore up, and then two other black men knelt in the convertible carriage and bent down as chairs, while the other black men stood behind as backrests.

Moore sat on a chair made of people, and his body immediately raised up, forming a high-level posture. Unfortunately, his right shoulder was covered in blood, his left arm was fixed on one side of his body, and his cheeks were even more painfully deformed, turning the high-level ones he should have had into funny.

Before entering the city, the three of them chose to walk. As for Li Linglong... Even Xiao Yuanchao didn't know where the woman went after getting off the car, but one thing is certain that Li Linglong was around them and would pose an absolute fatal threat to Moore.

"Sir Moore, why are you so impulsive? Actually, you should feel lucky because I didn't kill you." Marcus took a step forward and pointed a finger at Moore and said, "You have to understand that if I kill you, I can complete the killing of you even in this situation."

"Bah!" Moore spat hard, gritted his teeth and shouted, "Come out for me!"

Before the roar could be reached, militants appeared on the surrounding buildings. Some carried rocket launchers and squatted on the square roof, some relied on the windows to hold rifles, and more occupied the commanding heights of the roof and held guns.

It was densely packed, and at a glance, there were at least three or four hundred people. These were all Moore's armed forces, including bazooka, machine gun, rifle, and submachine gun.

In addition, there were many gunless militants holding up the moor bottles, waiting for Moore to issue an order.

"Long live Moore! Long live Moore! Long live Moore!..."

One after another, a series of noises came from the militants, and they used this roar to increase Moore's momentum.

There is no need to yell at all. So many militants are enough. Even if they kill a small armed vehicle squad of the US military, it is more than enough. This is simply a posture to deal with the army.

Moore, who was severely injured, took out all his capital without reservation.

The roar of the militants slowly stopped. Moore endured the severe pain on his body and gritted his teeth and said ruthlessly: "Godfather, if you don't abide by the rules, you will be subject to..."

"Swoosh!"

"Swish 1"

A sharp crossbow arrow came out of nowhere and penetrated the jeep driver's head. After penetrating, the power of the crossbow arrow had not subsided and stabbed into the seat of the co-pilot and half of it was buried.

In an instant, Moore forgot the pain, his cheeks were no longer twisted, and his eyes were filled with fear.

Li Linglong has already been in place, and no one knows where she is hiding, and even Xiao Yuanchao, who is most proficient in hide and seek, does not know the specific location.

On the way here, Xiao Yuanchao told Li Linglong very clearly: Don’t treat them as human beings, you just need to treat them as wild beasts; don’t treat houses as houses, just treat them as big trees of strange shapes.

It seemed that she had pushed Li Linglong away with her words. She did a great job, and even Xiao Yuanchao could not see through the hidden places. When Xiao Yuanchao could not see through, there were not many people in the world who could see through it.

"If you really want to die, we will satisfy you." Marcus walked forward as if no one was around.

With bare hands, open and fearless.

"you……"

"Don't worry, you can't find it, and I can guarantee that the next attack will be your head." Marcus hugged his shirt and raised his head at Moore: "Sir Moore, have you ever heard of a nickname, South Africa Doom?"

Hearing this nickname, Moore's face changed drastically, and his shoulders began to hurt again, heart-wrenchingly.

"Do you know the black and red demon?" Marcus continued to ask.

Moore's shoulders were no longer hurting, but his whole body was in pain, trembling in pain, and he couldn't help looking around in great fear.

He is indeed afraid, because the meaning of these two nicknames is death and destruction, and it is complete death and destruction!

"So you know cruelty?" Marcus asked again.

"Sudden!Sudden!Sudden!…"

The muscles on Moore's face were beating violently, and he could even clearly hear the sound of the muscles beating.

"The cruel name is Marcus, and many people call him Marcus. Now, at this moment, cruelty is standing in front of you..."

Marcus patted his clothes very casually, and his eyes narrowed slightly as if he couldn't stand the sun.

"You, you, you..." Moore made a difficult voice.

The local emperor Moore did not know nothing. At least he knew the bad luck of South Africa, the black and red monsters, and even more cruel.

"How much does the Somalia Al Shabaab give you?" asked Marcus.

"Ten, one hundred thousand!"

"USD?"

"Yes!"

With Moore's affirmation, Marcus, Xiao Yuanchao and Xiao Pomegranate looked at each other and couldn't help laughing.

"Hahahahaha... Poor, hahahaha..."

"That's right, one hundred thousand? one hundred thousand? hahaha..."

“…”

Amid the laughter, Moore suddenly felt a strong sense of self-esteem being insulted. It seemed that he was a big bully who had never seen money, with no grade...
Chapter completed!