Alien Arms Empire.

Chapter 353 353 The box was opened

The dark night contains many evils.

The night in Wolf City is now very brightly decorated with lights, but this is not Dragon City or Bunas after all, so most of the streets are still pitch black.

A carriage drove slowly along the relatively clean street, and the gas lamp on the carriage gave off a sleepy light.

This kind of carriage is gradually being eliminated by the times, but before it is eliminated, it is still the most important means of transportation in the world.

Two horses pulled the carriage through the not-so-lit street, and then stopped in front of an alley.

A thin man jumped out of the carriage, twisted his neck, and squinted his eyes to look around.

The nights here are not lively, or compared with other cities, the nights here are no different, they are all gloomy.

The nearest street lamp was tens of meters away, and the fragile light it emitted couldn't reach the entrance of the alley at all.

The man looked around, then gave way to the door of the carriage, and another man got out from inside.

He also stepped aside and looked around vigilantly. He was very strong, much stronger than the thin man before.

The two people clamped the carriage from left to right, and looked professional. Then, a tall and thin man emerged from the carriage.

The man's appearance was covered by a hood, and most of his body was also covered by a black cloak.

However, when he stepped on the ground with one foot, when the other foot landed, there was a moderate impact sound.

One of the man's feet was fake, and the iron shoe couldn't replace his original leg, so he walked with some bumps, one up and one down.

The three of them didn't stop, they walked straight into the depths of the alley, and the carriage didn't stop here, but went around and stopped beside the street lamp.

Most people will choose a bright place to wait for someone. If you deliberately choose a dark place to park, it will arouse the suspicion of the patrol.So the driver of the carriage was very experienced and found a bright place. This kind of caution is only available to the old fritters who often lurk.

The tall and thin man limped to the end of the alley and knocked three times on the familiar wooden door.

Nowadays, many doors of Bunas's apartment are covered with iron sheets, and the heavy echo of knocking on them makes him very annoying, who often robs houses.

What about the most basic trust between people?Why use iron for the gate?Isn't wood good?Shouldn't this kind of door that opens with a kick be kept forever?
After a while, the door was pushed open from the inside, and the man who opened the door gave way, and the three walked in like this.

The last skinny man who went in poked his head out again before closing the door to make sure no one was outside, and then closed the door.

Surprisingly, the room was illuminated by electric lights. Such light made the three visitors who were used to the darkness somewhat uncomfortable.

"You'll enjoy it." The lanky man, who was almost covered by the cloak, sneered, and then pulled his hood back with a hook.

A scarred, ugly face was exposed, and those weird tattoos made him look a little scary.

This man is Chumluo, the man who lost his life and lost a leg and a hand and is still alive.

His body was as strong as a bear before, but after being injured twice, he was left with only a tall and thin body.

"I have to put on a state that matches my status...otherwise, what should I do if people suspect me?" The owner of the room motioned the three of them to sit casually: "It's not easy to come all the way, right?"

"It's really not easy, those people are difficult to deal with...but we are even more difficult to deal with." The strong follower sneered, sitting on the comfortable sofa, staring at the man who greeted them: "Who are you... Where did the original owner of the room go?"

He seemed to be sure that something was wrong with the owner of the room, and his hand was already on his waist, as if he was about to draw out a pistol.

"Heh..." The man shook his head, dismissive and even unwilling to take care of the burly man who was threatening to pick him up.

Chumro didn't speak the whole time, he just looked at the high wall of the room, where hung a portrait, a portrait of Earl Ronin Fisherlow.

Without turning his head, he said to his subordinates: "Okay! If he has a problem, there will be at least 20 people from Silver Fox waiting for us here."

After finishing speaking, he turned his head, looked at the other party, and introduced himself, "My name is Chumluo! Where's your Excellency?"

When he heard the name Chumluo, the owner of the room was obviously a little unnatural, but after a while, he recovered, but did not introduce himself.

The other party stared at Chumluo nervously, lowered his voice and scolded: "How dare you come here! Do you know that almost everyone here wants your life?"

"I know! I'll kill him." Chumluo grinned. He saw the man's unnatural expression just now, and he already wanted to kill him.However, there was nothing wrong with the other party's subsequent reaction, so he now confirmed that the other party should really be arranged by Cyric.

"Knowing that you dare to come back?" the man asked bitterly.

"Because... I came to kill his daughter." Chumro replied with great hatred: "I will kill her, kill Tang Mo, and kill everyone who made me into this appearance! Hey, hey hey-hey!"

"You have the guts!" The man seemed to be overwhelmed by Chumro, and he lowered his head and said with emotion: "Just how many of you?"

"No! I brought 15 elites this time! I personally selected each of them! In order to avoid long nights and dreams, we will act tomorrow night." Chumluo replied.

While talking, the skinny man managed to find the ID of the owner of the room out of nowhere.

He walked to Chumluo's side, handed the certificate to Chumluo, and then said with a dark smile: "This thing is really convenient. It has a name on it and... yes, that portrait is exactly the same."

"That's a photo!" The owner of the room reminded the other party with a look of disgust, and then took his ID card from Chumro's hand: "Remember, my name is Marvell now."

"Food is prepared in the kitchen..." Marvell put away his documents and said, "You can take a good rest here."

"No, we'll leave when we get our stuff."

"Okay." Marvell nodded, then leaned over and lifted his own rug.Under the carpet, is the old floor.

He lifted a few wooden floors that looked identical, revealing a box hidden inside.

"It was delivered yesterday...it has special sealing paint on it...the mission is that this box cannot be opened in advance, so I haven't opened it." Marvell said while beckoning two followers to come over to help.

The strong man's followers and the skinny man stepped forward and worked hard together to lift out this special box with difficulty.

After seeing the box, Chumro showed a cruel smile on his face. The box was shipped in through a special channel, but he had packed the things into the box with his own hands before.

He grinned, and then carefully checked the sealing paint, and after making sure that no one had opened it during the transportation, he took out the key.

I used a key to poke the seal and unscrew the lock, and there were a bunch of pistols piled up in a mess.These pistols are old, Datang-made revolvers.Also, there appear to be a dozen K2 lever rifles in the box.

Of course, the gaps between these guns were filled with dense bullets. Chumro drew out a pistol, made an aiming motion, and then handed it to Marvell.

"Thank you for your hard work! Leave the rest to us!" Chumluo said triumphantly. While he was speaking, the strong man and the skinny man had each chosen two pistols and started loading bullets.

Marvell took the pistol and started to help Chumro reload it—after all, Chumro, who only has one hand, is really inconvenient to load a revolver.

"A dozen or so people just want to break into the Earl's Mansion, isn't it a bit overbearing?" Marvell chatted while loading.

"It doesn't matter, we have a detailed action plan." Chumro is very confident in his action plan: "Now the security forces around the Earl's Mansion are all using pistols. We have long guns with more firepower than them. They are Can't beat us."

Although the K2 lever rifle is not as good as a submachine gun, it is still no problem to bully opponents who only have short guns.Its accuracy is higher, the rate of fire is also good, and the advantage of hand-to-hand combat is still obvious.

What's more, they have no intention to calculate mentally, and the other party is unprepared, and they will immediately fall into chaos. The chances of them succeeding are still very high.

In the past, it was not easy to attack the Earl's Mansion because the soldiers and the police were not separated. The soldiers stationed in the Earl's Mansion were serious soldiers, and the enemy's firepower was very strong, so it was naturally not easy to fight.

But now, the regular army of North Ridge is no longer stationed in the city, and the security work of the Earl's Mansion is entirely in charge of the security forces. They are only equipped with pistols, and their firepower has obviously been greatly weakened.

"Action tomorrow night?..." The voice was Marvell's.

"Well... we will dress up as deliveries... we will do it at the back door... set fires and take advantage of the chaos." Chumluo replied.

Then, there was the heavy sound of carrying boxes.

These voices could also be faintly heard in another room separated by a wall.Dozens of men with Thomson submachine guns stood there silently with stern faces.

The leading man leaned against the deliberately thin wall and heard the conversation on the other side clearly.

It's just that they didn't take any action until Chumluo and others left with the box and the carriage.

(End of this chapter)