Moore was angry, his teeth clattered, and he wanted to kill the guys in front of him immediately. But he didn't dare to kill because he didn't know where the crossbow arrow shot, but he was sure that it was definitely not just a threat.

In addition, there are several well-known names that make him involuntarily taboo.

"One million!" Marcus stretched out a finger and shouted at Moore, "If you work with us, you will get a million reward, not US dollars, not euros, but pounds. You will get a million reward, as long as you can work with us."

One million pounds!

Hearing this number, the pain on Moore's body disappeared instantly. Of course, he knew that the weight of the pound was much more valuable than the US dollar, and like the US dollar, it was the best and safest currency in circulation.

And it's one million pounds, which is a very attractive huge fortune!

"One million?" Moore chuckled.

He was bargaining, bargaining as a rustic.

"Two million, either a deal or..."

"make a deal!"

Moore said the word "deal" without hesitation, and as he spitted out these two words, the anger in his eyes disappeared, and instead shining.

This is a guy who regards wealth as his life. As long as he has money, you will be his friend. Of course, this has to be based on the money you give him.

Marcus, who was half an indigenous, knew Moore too deeply, or he knew very well about everyone here. Money, when a dollar can be worth a few days of life here, everyone desires money. Because when you have money, you have food to eat, and when you have money, you can live a good life.

From top to bottom, everyone is taking risks for money.

"Hahaha... Godfather, we have always been good friends, aren't we? Hahaha... This is a misunderstanding, because the misunderstanding caused by the Somalia Liberal Party is so regrettable. Why not go to my house to taste the red wine I bought from the Bordeaux estate and…"

After saying this, Moore raised his head to both sides and signaled to lift the alert.

With his orders, all the militants took back their guns and disappeared from the roof and the windows without a trace.

"Just because of this, we can talk about what needs cooperation. After all, two million pounds are not a small amount, and there must be a candid and fair dialogue, right?" Marcus also smiled.

This time, the brutal Marcus did not choose absolute violence, but did as Xiao Yuanchao said.

If he likes money, then give him money; if he is afraid of death, then threaten him with death! Before becoming the sheriff, Moore was a member of an armed organization, brave and good at fighting, not the kind of person who is extremely afraid of death. He loves money, and he can't do everything, but he can't do without money, and he is greedy!

Another point is, why not use Moore's power?

"Marcus, would you believe in two million pounds so easily?" Xiao Yuanchao said in a low voice to Marcus.

"Of course not, I don't believe Moore is so easy to believe." Marcus smiled slightly and said, "Some people always have to whip them. Don't you Chinese say that carrots and sticks? Haha."

Money is a carrot, and threat is a wooden stick. Only when the two are used together will it be more effective.

The group came to Moore's home with an extremely grand and luxurious European villa.

From the yard to the house, two rows of policemen with guns stood, scrutinizing Xiao Yuanchao and the other two with their cruel eyes.

All rifle insurances are opened and can be fired at any time. As for Xiao Yuanchao's weapons, they were confiscated before entering, without even a knife.

The three of them walked into the hall of Moore's villa with their heads raised and were immediately controlled by internal and external militants.

Xiao Yuanchao and the other two looked at each other and smiled. He had expected this to happen. But it didn't matter. Since they dared to come, they didn't care about these things at all.

"You are dead!" Moore's smile disappeared, his eyes were filled with coldness again, and he showed a sarcastic light, "A bunch of idiots, do you think I will believe you? My house is bulletproof, and no matter how sharp the crossbow arrow is, you can't shoot through it!"

This is a trick. Moore is very smart. He uses his temporary weakness to get rid of the threat from the enemy in the dark. After he arrives here, his life is guaranteed.

"Do you want to see our sincerity in cooperation?" Facing at least twenty black muzzles, Marcus said lightly: "Very good, we seem to need to let you see our... sincerity!"

As he finished speaking, two extremely violent lights burst out from Marcus's eyes. This was a light that was inhumane, and it was also a madness that despises all creatures. In an instant, he put himself in a state of cruel and bloodthirsty.

"Bang!"

"Click!"

Marcus made a move without warning and punched a militant behind him in the chest, breaking his hard sternum. Under the impact of his fist, the broken bones pierced hard at the heart.

After being hit by unimaginable violently, the militants showed strange bulges on their backs, their eyes were round and they opened their mouths and spit out blood.

No one could have thought that Marcus would attack with the gun pointing at him, because normal people would not dare to do this at all.

What is a gun? It is a weapon of murder!

"Dadada..."

"Bang bang bang!..."

There was no need for Moore to order, and the militants immediately pulled the trigger and shot Marcus, as well as Xiao Yuanchao and Xiao Pomegranate.

Moore, who was lying there, showed a cruel smile, and admired with interest the three people who were about to be sieve by countless warheads. He changed his mind and no longer thought about playing with these guys slowly. He should kill them, kill them quickly and fight quickly.

After being shot, the three people immediately separated from different directions: Xiao Yuanchao and Xiao Poligumi rolled toward the left and right sides of the hall, using the sofa to avoid flying warheads.

The brutal Marcus knocked the dead militants on the heels, knocked their bodies away and smashed them to the other militants behind them.

At the same time, he suddenly lay back. With the help of the instant lying on his back, his whole body slid towards the closest militant in front of him like lightning, and kicked his feet on the other party's calves.

"Bang!"

The militants were tackled and fell straight towards Marcus, and were frightened to see the other party's fist hitting his nose.

"boom!"

The fist collided with the center of the face. At that moment, the militants' cheeks appeared creepy and concave, as if they were smashed to pieces by a punch, and even their eyes were squeezed out.

This is a critical strike!

The militants didn't even scream, and their bodies that were falling down flew backwards under the force of the critical strike and smashed towards their companions behind them.

"Dadada..."

"Puff puff puff..."

Warheads hit the militants, and countless bright blood flowers burst out.

But the invasion of the warhead could not prevent it from hitting their bodies. In an instant, the militants who were knocked away by Marcus' critical strike force smashed down three or four people.

"roar!"

A roar came out of Marcus's mouth, and with the roar, his body turned into a storm that ruined the world.

The storm swept away with great force, grabbed the legs of a fallen militant with both hands and ripped them hard on both sides!

Marcus began to perform the most primitive cruelty, using his proud body weapon!
Chapter completed!