Alien Arms Empire.

Chapter 356 Chapter 356

"Ah!" Chumluo roared in desperation, as if he wanted to vent his suppressed anger.

He really couldn't figure out why his actions were exposed this time, and where the problem came from.

The other party seemed to have already known all their plans of action, but this plan was planned by him, the thin man and the strong man along the way, and they had no possibility of betraying themselves.

Suddenly, Chumro thought of Marvell, the responder who seemed harmless to humans and animals and seemed to have no problems.

"It's him! It's him!" He yelled frantically, letting blood spurt out of the hole in his body: "Come out! Come out! Bastard! Bastard!"

He struggled to sit up. At this time, one of his men who was using the carriage as a cover was hit by a bullet and fell beside him.

The bullet hit the already dead body, and it still splashed flesh and blood, and he didn't even notice that the flesh and blood bounced on Chumluo's body.

Already insane, he struggled to stand up and rushed towards the gate of the Earl's Mansion recklessly.He felt that as long as he could break through the gate, he still had a chance of winning.

The wooden door... gave him hope.

Just when he was about to charge up and smash through the door, his last surviving subordinate was headshot by the bullet, his skull was shattered, and blood flew everywhere.

Chumro finished his preparations amidst the hail of bullets, he took a deep breath, and then limped towards the thick gate wrapped in iron bars.

He fantasized that he could break through the gate, then bravely charged into the building, and continued to deal with those damned enemies.

It's a pity, when he hit that door, he finally remembered one thing - he was no longer the same person he was three years ago!

The man he was three years ago was strong and strong, his muscles were super heavy, and his brute strength allowed him to easily knock through ordinary doors.

Now, he is so thin that only his bones are left - the injuries on his body have exhausted his vitality, and he can no longer be as lively as before.

So, completely different from what he had imagined before, he stuck to the heavy wooden door like a lump of mud, and just knocked himself out.

The cold, thick door panel was unbreakable at all, as if he had hit a wall, he felt dizzy.

When he came back to his senses again, he saw the subordinate of the fake coachman who had been beaten into a sieve against the gate, staring at him with a pair of bloody eyes.

For a moment, he was afraid, and he wanted to back away from this dead subordinate who had become a corpse.

As a result, before he could retreat, his back was hit with several holes from the bullets.

He knew that he was finished, even though he had narrowly escaped so many times, this time he could feel that he was finished.

At this moment, he has been surrounded by a Jedi.And unlike the previous few times, no one was able to take advantage of the chaos to rescue him this time.

He just lay on the gate like this, listening to the gunshots around him gradually fading away, feeling his vitality slipping away from his body little by little.

Finally, when he felt that he was about to die, he heard a man's voice: "This man... looks like a tattoo... looks like that wanted criminal..."

"It's him! It's the murderer who killed Earl Fischero!" Another voice rang out: "Don't let him die! Check his clothes and remove all weapons! Be safe!"

With his face pressed against the wooden door, Chumro no longer had the strength to look up to see who was speaking behind him.

However, for some reason, he could still clearly hear the person behind him saying: "Do you want to inform Earl Alice?"

He swore that he had never listened to someone so seriously in his life.Every word, every setback, hit his brain like a bell.

He could feel that someone was touching his body, and a powerful hand drew his last revolver from his waist.

For a split second, he felt like someone had touched his thighs and ass, and if he hadn't been shot several times, he would have strangled the bastard who reached out to touch him.

However, soon, what little attention he had left was attracted by the voice: "Are you kidding... This is a battlefield, and we cannot guarantee the absolute safety of Lady Alice."

"Then how do we deal with this person?" When he heard this question, he was curious about how these people would deal with themselves.

You know, he is a wanted criminal - the Datang Group offered a reward of 5000 gold coins for his head, and Earl Ronin Alice of North Ridge was even more ruthless, offering a reward of more than 1 gold coins for killing him. many.

If that chick named Alice can come and kill him personally, then he should still have a chance—as long as they relax their vigilance, he may really be able to pull a woman as a back up before he dies.

Hey Hey……

He even laughed in his heart, he even felt that he had pinched a woman's slender neck.

Looking at Chumluo who was only breathing, the commander of the Datang Group standing there said coldly. "What else can I do? Kill it and report to Lord Alice."

Chumluo was taken aback for a moment, and then another voice asked: "Understood...you come, or should I come?"

"Feel free, if you want, you can do it." Such a voice made Chumluo shudder.

He really didn't expect that these people really didn't intend to claim credit, but were going to deal with him directly.

Then, he heard someone say again: "You better do it! I don't want to write those boring reports."

The opponent even condescended to shoot, which made him feel ashamed, a shame of being underestimated.

So, he moved his fingers, wanting to fight back violently, so that these two bastards could see how powerful Uncle Chumluo is.

However, in the whole body, only his fingers seemed to respond to his thoughts.

Immediately afterwards, the two people behind determined who was going to do it: "Well, then I will do it."

Then, Chumro heard the click of loading the pistol.

"Boom!"...

A gunshot, and the one-armed and lame Chumro... died.

Earl Fischero's great enmity, at this moment, can be regarded as recovering part of the interest.

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In Dragon City, it was just dawn, and in Tang Mo's castle, in his huge restaurant, Li Ao sent the news he had just received: "Master! The news just came back from Wolf City, our people follow the plan. Kill the assassin who assassinated Miss Alice."

Tang Mo just had breakfast. It was a hearty breakfast, with fresh milk, bread, chicken with sauce, seven or eight kinds of vegetables and fruits.

For Tang Mo, no matter how extravagant it is, it already belongs to thrift - he is now so rich that he really doesn't need any restrictions on eating.

The only thing that needs to be considered is his personal health problems. Excessive cholesterol, unhealthy diet, high blood pressure, and diabetes can be regarded as suicide.

So he only ate a little bit of everything, and asked while wiping his mouth, "Is no one hurt?"

The dining table where he sits is really huge, and dozens of people can sit down easily when eating together.

This dining table was prepared for Tang Mo to treat guests to dinner in the castle, but no one has won this honor yet.

"No one was injured, Chumro died." Li Ao stood beside Tang Mo respectfully, and reported.

"...No surprises this time, right?" Tang Mo put down the handkerchief to wipe his mouth, and glanced at Li Ao.

Yesterday he knew that the leader of the opponent's operation was Chumluo, which was another reason why he changed his mind and decided to strike first without waiting for the opponent to do it.

Li Ao was a little embarrassed, because after all, Chumro was able to live to this day, partly because of his dereliction of duty.So he lowered his head slightly, lowered his voice and said: "There is no accident, it has been confirmed that it is him, but he lost a lot of weight, that's why he escaped many pursuits."

Pausing for a second, he continued to add: "He has received retribution in the past two years. The corpse has only one hand and one foot, and one of his hands and one leg have been amputated..."

"What kind of retribution is this? He died too happily..." Tang Mo sneered.He has always had a good relationship with Earl Fischero, and he also likes an upright person like Fischero, so he hates the murderer who murdered Fischero.

What's more... Fishero's daughter is now his, so Tang Mo is naturally not willing to let Chumro go easily.

"Sorry, the commander at the scene was afraid that the night would be full of dreams, so he executed him directly. Do you want to punish him?" Li Ao asked.

Tang Mo waved his hand: "Are you kidding me! The commanders on the front line have done a good job, and they will follow this judgment in the future! Compared with a dead person, I care more about the safety of our own people."

"Yes, master." Leo obeyed: "Everyone will sing praises to your kindness."

"The enemy won't praise my kindness...Leo." Tang Mo stood up: "Is there no problem with Alice?"

"No, Miss Alice just insisted on going to see Chumro's body. Then she took people to the cemetery of Earl Fischero..." Leo replied.

Tang Mo nodded, and walked towards the door: "Okay, now the enemy's claws stretched towards me have been chopped off... Then, shouldn't we also let them realize that stretching claws towards us is an extremely important thing?" Something stupid?"

Li Ao followed behind Tang Mo, and said as he walked, "Our people will start to act soon..."

"I don't want to hear the news of the failure. It's best for our people to come back safely." Tang Mo walked ahead without looking back.

"Yes." Li Ao continued to agree: "The subordinates will definitely do their best..."
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The efficiency of staying up late is really low... slipping away and procrastinating, I can't write 100 words for half a day...

(End of this chapter)