Alchemy Greater China

() In other words, the thoughts of the previous night have already made these high-spirited family leaders quite depressed, but who would have thought that their depression is still continuing. To a row of gunshots!

On one side is the security army with hundreds of people lined up, and on the other side is a few people hiding in the back of four solid and weird carriages to fight back sporadically. Well, there is also a small army of dozens of people, like wolves among sheep , Occupy a high-rise building in threes and fives!In such a chaotic scene, before the heads of these small families could fully understand the situation, countless stray bullets had already hit their exposed coachmen and horses, and several carriages were overturned on the road due to inertia. On the other side, the people in the car were all ejected. Either they fell to the ground and cried for their parents, or their legs were trampled by a frightened horse, or even more unlucky, they were hit by a few stray bullets. , blood spilled on the spot...

In a nutshell, these small families are very innocent and miserable, and they were shot while lying down!

Leaving aside the unlucky little family, the gun battles on the street continued and intensified... After all, the security forces had the upper hand in numbers. Gradually, circles of soldiers were heading towards Schmidt's surroundings. The carriages drew closer together, while those unlucky members of the little family ignored those companions who were shot or trampled, abandoned the carriages that could no longer be used, hugged their heads, shouted, and jumped to Schmidt. The scope of control here is getting closer, seeking protection. . .

After all, even though Schmidt's side is at a disadvantage, at least they won't be like the security army's side, who just hit everyone and shoot indiscriminately!

If you rushed over to protect it and didn't find it, the possibility of finding a bullet is very high.

Through a gap in the vehicle, Schmidt took the time to kill a security soldier who rushed to the front, retracted his head to the back of the vehicle, turned to Pulitzer with a smile and said, "Mr. Morgan, it seems that the hatred you attract is worth Isn’t it low? The heads of the Rockefeller family want you to die quickly! You will never give up until you die, huh huh...""Of course, if I die, they will get the benefits More than tens of millions of dollars!"

Pulitzer's eyes were bloodshot, and his teeth were about to be crushed: "The right to build the railway... really echoes an old saying: money touches people's hearts! If they get the right to build it, they will make great contributions to the family. They will be promoted several levels in a row. That's not a problem! Bah, a bunch of villains!" "Hey, since they want you to die so much..."

Schmidt sighed, and put the pistol directly on Pulitzer's forehead: "In order to protect myself, I can only hand you over!"

Schmidt said, his face was full of regret, but there was a little smile in his blinking eyes. "No, you can't do that!"

Pulitzer was horrified when he heard this: "You hand me over now. Not only will I die, but King Klay and the others will not let you go! They will definitely kill people to silence you and eliminate future troubles! Mr. Schmidt, Don't, don't do anything stupid..."

The hot muzzle on his forehead made Pulitzer react instantly: he and Schmidt are not close comrades-in-arms, and Schmidt can push him out in order to save his life, let alone get a chance.But in doing so, at least there is no loss to Schmidt, right?

"Why can't I hand you over?"

Schmidt grinned.The muzzle rubbed back and forth on Pulitzer's forehead: "Dear Mr. Morgan, give me a reason first?"

At the critical moment, Pulitzer's brain spun at a high speed of millions of revolutions, and within a few seconds, he blurted out: "I cooperate with you, and I represent the Morgan family. I officially cooperate with your Schmidt Mining Company! Those profit sharing agreements have been revised and the railways that have been built, I will also distribute [-]% of the shares to you at the discretion!... In a word, as long as you save my life, I, Pulitzer Morgan, will listen to you!"

Pulitzer promised all kinds of benefits like a cannonball.Because he knows that no matter how many benefits there are, it still belongs to the family, and the life that only has one life is his own!

While listening, Schmidt shook his head comfortably. He squinted his eyes, enjoying Pulitzer's condescension and flattery. The fierce gun battle and loud shouts in the carriage seemed to have nothing to do with him. I didn't take it to heart at all.

Seeing Schmidt's noncommittal smile and the muzzle of the gun that was still rubbing against his forehead but showing no intention of leaving, Pulitzer was so anxious that his brow was covered with sweat: "...if you are not satisfied with these conditions, we can still Discuss again! As long as we get through this calamity, I still have hundreds of soldiers from the Security Army who are loyal to me, and you also have quite a few guards. Together, the two of us may not be able to defeat the soldiers of the six big chaebols. Huh, Mr. Schmidt, Mr. Schmidt, what do you mean, I have been talking for so long, how much do you want to express your opinion!"

Schmidt did not speak all the time, and there was an ambiguous smile on his face, which made Pulitzer feel like sitting on pins and needles, and truly realized the meaning of the famous saying "death is not terrible, what is terrible is waiting to die".

"Share the benefits equally with you?"

Schmidt finally spoke, with slight disdain in his tone: "It's funny, if you didn't instigate this group of people to mess around, Alaska would not know how peaceful it is! The benefits you promised, originally It belongs to me! Fei Yue, help him change his clothes, and then throw it out!"

After saying this, Schmidt seemed to have completed the final judgment on Pulitzer. He turned his head and continued to shoot with his pistol the security forces who continued to rush forward without long eyes, and ignored Pulitzer any more.

"Okay, it's up to me!"

Fei Yue was one of the four 'wooden sculptures and clay sculptures'. He responded, put down the rifle in his hand, got into a car with a cat body, and got out again after a while, with an extra one in his hand that looked very ordinary. clothes.

Finished!

After Pulitzer heard 'throw it out', his whole body was like a deflated ball, his spirits were all lost, he sat on the ground with his ass slumped, his face was ashen, his mouth was full of murmurs, and his hands and feet danced around unconsciously. , is no different from a mental patient on the verge of collapse!

"Hey hey, the person in charge of the Morgan family, let me help you change your clothes..."

Fei Yue was no longer the taciturn person he was before. He smiled slyly, squinting a pair of sparkling eyes, like a weasel looking at a little hen, and wrapped his arms around it.He brought the distraught Pulitzer to his front.

'Shua, shua, chacha...', there was a sound of clothes being torn, and Fei Yue said, "Small, the wallet is quite rich...Small, I will replace this box of unopened cigars, Mr. You have endured it... the small sample, the skin and flesh are not badly maintained" or something like that.Poor Pulitzer has been stripped into a white and naked pig. <Light burst out!This kind of humiliation, as well as the continuous cold wind blowing around, made Pulitzer, who was on the verge of collapse, suddenly wake up!

He struggled hard, feeling ashamed and indignant in his heart: Good Schmidt, you are so devoid of public morality, you will throw me out to die, and you even sent your men to strip me of my clothes...you.Don't you even let go of dead money?

However, Pulitzer's struggle was like a small whirlpool in the boundless ocean in Fei Yue's hands, and it disappeared without a trace with just a flick.

"Hey, be honest! Otherwise, I don't mind leaving some marks on your white-haired body! For example, your buttocks are very sticky..."

Fei Yue's words were like the tone of a New York street thug, his cynical tone revealing his coldness and madness of daring to do anything.

Pulitzer tightened his chrysanthemum, and immediately clamped his legs.Keep silent, never daring to resist at all.For fear of offending this 'villain' and receiving some unspeakable punishment.

"Hey, you're so good! Come on, give me a smile and put on this dress!"

Fei Yue squinted his eyes, nodded in satisfaction, and handed the clothes in his hand to Pulitzer.He pursed his lips: "Go out after you're done, as long as you're lucky, you might be able to save your life, hehehe..."

Is this my mourning dress?

Pulitzer took the dress tremblingly, after getting it.I found that the clothes were a bit strange, it felt bulging and soft, and it seemed that there was a compartment inside, and the compartment was full of liquid flowing back and forth.

When a person is about to die, he doesn't care about anything anymore. Pulitzer lost his normal curiosity about this strange and spacious dress. He put it on numbly, and then looked at Fei Yue blankly.

"Why are you in a daze? You don't wear the outer clothes? You're stupid!"

Fei Yue kicked Pulitzer cursingly, and pointed to the clothes that Pulitzer had just taken off on the ground: "It's not cold here because there is a thermostatic tower hanging on the carriage, if you go out in such thin clothes, I’m afraid you’ll freeze to death if you don’t get a bullet! Hurry up, put on your clothes and pants, don’t waste uncle’s saliva after you put them on, just go out by yourself!”

Hearing this, Pulitzer's gloomy eyes showed a little look, and he felt a little grateful in his heart: Hey, there is still a bit of humanity, knowing that you can return the clothes to me, so that I, Pulitzer, can die with dignity... oh yeah No, Schmidt was worried that the other party wouldn't be able to recognize me, so he deliberately asked me to keep my original original outfit!

After thinking about 'understanding', the little gratitude that just rose in Pulitzer's heart immediately flew out of the sky: Okay, you are really thoughtful, I am afraid that the bullet will not fly on me!

However, if you want to understand it, you need to understand that after Pulitzer put on his clothes, he still had to get out of the fortification composed of four carriages to accept the test of hundreds of rifles on the opposite side.

It's impossible not to go out, Fei Yue has already put his rifle against Pulitzer's back with a smirk: Don't go out?Can!Then shoot me now!

If you don't go out, you will die immediately, and if you go out, there is still a glimmer of hope to avoid bullets and return to your own camp... Pulitzer certainly knows how to choose this binary multiple-choice question!

Pulitzer sighed deeply, took another deep breath, jumped out of the carriage vigorously, and then shouted in a heart-piercing voice: "I'm Pulitzer, I'm coming out I'm fine, don't shoot, don't..."

While shouting, Pulitzer lowered his head and rolled to the ground. He was not completely ignorant of military affairs. At least he knew that lying on the ground was the best way to avoid bullets on a battlefield full of bullets.

Not to mention Pulitzer’s yelling, in this extremely noisy and noisy street, he really yelled out a short vacuum. At least half of the nearly thousand security guards heard his yelling clearly. , The rifle that kept firing in his hand stopped reflexively.

"Everyone, shoot me, that's not Mr. Morgan! Don't stop, shoot me all, that's Schmidt's trick, he's going to take the opportunity to break through!"

Kingclair kept his eyes on the carriage where Pulitzer was hiding.When he saw the target appear, he yelled and couldn't help but panicked and lost his temper. He hurriedly ordered his confidant to continue shooting, and at the same time found a long-barreled rifle and picked it up himself.We aimed at Pulitzer who did turtle rolling on the ground.

"Don't be dazed, if Pulitzer returns safely, we will be in big trouble!"

Jin Kelai's blond hair was sticking wetly to his forehead, his face was as ferocious as a third-rate butcher, and he lost any aristocratic temperament. While shooting wildly, he sternly scolded West and the others who were stunned next to him. .

West and other leaders of the five major consortiums woke up like a dream, and hurriedly found a spare rifle from the side, and aimed clumsily at Pulitzer who was writhing in the open space.

for a while.Pulitzer seemed to be the only one left in the blank area between the carriage fortifications and the security army. The shooting of the guards stopped temporarily, but the shooting from the security army stopped for a while, but became even more violent. It rang.

All the bullets were aimed at Pulitzer on the ground.

Oh, poor Pulitzer, God bless him...

No way, the nominal commander-in-chief of the Security Army is Pulitzer Morgan.But after all, they are composed of veterans hired by the seven major consortiums, if Pulitzer, King Klay and other six people order at the same time.Who do these veterans listen to? The answer is no more.

Kinclair said that the Pulitzer rolling on the ground is a fake. In fact, these veterans can't be fooled. However, these veterans' heads are not stupid, but since their parents have already shouted that they will kill that' Fake 'Mr. Morgan.There is only one way for them to obey orders. After all, bullets do not have eyes on the battlefield, even if they are held accountable afterwards, there are so many guns.And who can tell who killed Pulitzer Morgan?

Among the nearly thousand soldiers of the Security Army, only a small minority were loyal to the Morgan family, so at this moment, the sad Pulitzer's ridicule value soared to max, attracting all the firepower!

'Da da da……'

'Clap clap clap...'

'Beep beep beep...'

All kinds of bullets exploded in a circular area centered on Pulitzer, earth and rocks splashed, and debris scattered. Just a few seconds later, Pulitzer, who was lying on the ground and desperately crawling to dodge, had a bullet on his buttocks. Got shot!

With a sound of 'Phi', a small stream of blood gushed out of Pulitzer's fleshy buttocks, causing the pampered elite of the Morgan family to lift up all of a sudden, and shouted: "Okay, it hurts..."

Before he could finish shouting, at least ten more shots hit him firmly in the chest, knocking his shout back directly into his stomach.

At this time, several people behind the four carriages started talking in low voices.

Schmidt said: "Hey, why are you so unlucky that you will get hit in the ass?"

Fei Yue laughed and said, "It seems that his butt has a relationship with bullets, and has the magnetic force to attract sharp and powerful objects!"

Schmidt said: "Damn you! Hey, some mistakes, why is this bulletproof vest not designed to protect the buttocks? It's really miserable to be blasted!"

A strange voice stammered: "What is a chrysanthemum? I, I don't understand... But body armor is always, and always used to defend against frontal attacks. How can there be any reason to protect the butt? In my opinion, if , If the ass is shot, then it must be a deserter, a deserter, yes, he deserves to die!"

Fei Yue said: "Blooming chrysanthemum is a word invented by Master Long. Think about it, doesn't yours look like a brilliantly blooming chrysanthemum... Also, your mind is too rigid, whoever says you don't want a butt?" Protected? Who said that a shot in the butt must be a deserter? The fact is before our eyes, our dear Mr. Morgan was hit by a bullet while crawling forward!"

Schmidt said: "I hope Pulitzer has thick skin and thick skin, and doesn't die so quickly, otherwise, we won't be able to see the effect of the body armor!"

Wade curled his lips: "What's so strange about this effect? ​​Haven't we done countless experiments before we came here? Wearing this suit, as long as the bullet doesn't hit the head directly, people can't die! It hurts a few times at most. ..."

Schmidt said: "That being said, this is actual combat after all... Hey, De Jong, you still have time to talk. This scene was specially prepared for you. Mr. Morgan was shot and killed by a traitor on our side. Such a cherished photo Did you take a picture? If you didn’t, I’ll deduct your bonus when I go back! One year!”

Wade said: "Don't worry, I'm shooting now! Master Schmidt, you have to trust my skills, taking pictures and talking, I, De Jong, have always been consistent, this is the basic quality of a professional reporter..."

Between Schmidt and others' words, Pulitzer has fallen down like a piece of wood.

Who in the world can survive being shot more than ten times?The answer in the minds of King Klay and others was: No!

Therefore, as soon as Pulitzer fell, King Klay and the others put down their rifles and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Ah, it really seems to be Mr. Morgan, oh my god, stop shooting, stop!" King Klay threw the rifle in his hand far away, and then yelled incomparably exaggeratedly: "Oh, You bastards, what a terrible thing you have done! Hurry up and bring Mr. Morgan back, find a doctor, find the best doctor to help him heal..."

King Klay's shout was full of concern for Pulitzer. If West and others knew his details, they would have been concealed.

This guy is so good at acting!

For a moment, West and the other five looked at King Klay with contempt and fear. (To be continued.)