Saiyan Age

Chapter 114 Everything is Useless

"What are you doing in a daze? Attack! Attack!" Monritan yelled frantically under the table, "I'll pay you to protect me, don't just stand still, fuck me, fuck me!"

Fear robbed him of his sanity, and he yelled hysterically with a hoarse throat.

Everyone in the room could hear his voice, but they were also overwhelmed by Hitt's aura.

When a person walks towards you alone, you will feel powerless and hopeless. What kind of overwhelming force is that?Everyone couldn't explain why they felt this way, but they just couldn't move.

"Attack, attack!" Monritan sent a message to the interstellar bodyguards with a communicator. Now he doesn't care who is strong and who is weak, he just wants to save his life.

"Don't go to die!" Beria yelled.

"Do you want me to die!!!" Monritan's fat body straightened up, and he thumped twice on the floor.

No one wants to die, especially he doesn't want to. This brilliant business empire can bring money that ordinary people can't make in a lifetime every day. He can enjoy honor, wealth, and status, so why should he die?He used money to buy someone to work for him, which was an exchange of equal value.

That sharp gaze stared straight at Beria, as if to remind Beria that you are also my hired people.

boom!
The sound of gunfire rang out.

The flames shone on the snow-white ground, and the crimson swirled like an ink blob, billowing thick smoke rose, and bright sparks splashed everywhere, causing innocent people to flee in embarrassment.

Screams and cries filled the streets, followed by buildings collapsing, and many burning houses fell into the deep pits created by the blast.

"Did it succeed?" Meng Li frankly looked at the avenue outside the curtain wall with a hint of relief on his face.

However, amidst the thick smoke, a figure continued to move forward.

The smoke and fire intertwined, as if his cloak was left behind and fluttered with the wind.His arrogance and sternness broke through all obstacles, and his sharpness was hidden, but it was already too sharp to be seen directly.

"no no……"

"No one can stop him. If you want to save your life, run away now, and you can live longer." Beria sat on the ground with a gloomy face and a cold body.

"Then my veins still fall into their hands, what's the difference?"

"You want money or your life!" Beria asked back, "You don't want to die, do you?"

Monritan was furious, it seemed that despair ignited the anger in his heart: "What's the use of you bastards?! I spent so much money, you can't stop even one person, you bastards!"

The defense team gritted their teeth and clenched their fists. They all looked at Beria.

This time the person in charge of the operation is Beria, and everyone has to obey the command.

"Hey, pay attention to your tone." Beria looked at Monritan coldly, his eyes pierced with a coldness that was colder than the surrounding ice and snow, "I have decided to give up this commission, and I have no obligation to save you now."

Rael was shocked: "Belia..."

A unilateral decision to abandon the entrustment is a very serious matter. Not only will it be liable for breach of contract, but it will also affect the reputation of the Lhasa Defense Force.But what Beria considers is everyone's life. At this time, survival is the most important thing.

Seeing countless artillery bombardment on Hitt, it seemed like blue smoke drifted past, without the slightest effect.

The white jade-like avenue has been bombed to a horrible extent, and the interstellar bodyguards at the door are trembling in panic.With this kind of intensity bombing, ordinary people would have fallen down a long time ago, and the killers of the previous few times did not dare to take this kind of attack head-on.

This one, however, walks the bomb.

"You...you you you..." The strong men carried heavy firearms, their gloves were soaked with sweat, and they spoke intermittently.

They know that attacking is useless, and the opponent is already close at hand.

Hitt looked up and passed by.

Quietly, without any movement, they just passed by several interstellar bodyguards, as if at that moment, people's time was taken away for a while.Because Hitt was still walking at that slow speed, but they didn't see any figure passing by.

In the blink of an eye, the person passed in front of them and went straight to the elevator.

If they didn't kill them, maybe it wasn't worth doing.

"I'm not dead... I'm not dead..." A big man fell to his knees with a thump, his whole body limp and limp.

All the defensive equipment on the bottom floor were turned on, all kinds of light, guns, and machinery attacked randomly, and the interstellar bodyguards who were ambushing in the room also rushed out.

Hitt walked lightly, passing through the rain of bullets and bullets, his coat was not stained with dust.

Everyone dared not go forward, blocked at the end of the passage, and felt almost suffocated under the deterrence of Hitt's eyes.

Hitt opened the door of the elevator, walked up, and went straight to the office.

On the monitoring screen in the office, all the pictures just now were displayed, and the breathing of the whole room became heavy and rapid.The man was about to take the elevator up, as if any attack would be ineffective against him.

Ding!
The bell rang and Monritan ducked under the table and buried his head.A group of soldiers from the defense team surrounded them, but they were hesitant. Beria said that he would give up the commission, but they watched people being killed, how could they do it.

Most importantly, that person's strength was far above theirs, and they couldn't save him even if they wanted to.

Monritan couldn't escape even if he wanted to. If Hitt really wanted to do something, the spaceship would be destroyed before it took off.He walked up step by step, down-to-earth, and slowly seemed to be experiencing life, like an ordinary person, with a little ordinary joy of life.

He has been invincible for too long, and has become lonely and indifferent. There are few people in this world who can catch his eyes, and there are few things that can move his heart.

The power gap in the sixth universe is too serious, and no one below Hitt can even talk about the word "comparison" with him.

Invincible is very lonely.

A person like him would naturally not be tempted for money, but just looking for a little bit of fun that might arise while doing the job of a killer, or mingling with the crowd on the street, so that he can live less aloofly.

The door opened, and Hitt walked in with his hands in his pockets, his face indifferent.

Even though Beria's combat power is as high as 15, in his eyes, it can be rounded up to approximately zero.

"Laser Defense Force." Hitt spoke for the first time, and even called out their names.

Everyone was shocked, and Beria was also very puzzled. Could it be possible that Hitt and the Lasser Defense Force had intersected before, so could it be possible to get close?

Monritan couldn't help shouting: "Yes, yes, the Lassa Defense Force will save my life, you are not their opponent! Or I will give you more money, double the money!"

Hitt was unmoved, and cast his eyes on the players.

"You know us?" Beria asked tentatively.

"It happened a long time ago." Hitt's voice barely fluctuated, "Don't hinder my work."

The job he talks about is killing people, the previous thing may not be friendship, and how could a killer like him give up his target because of this friendship?

The last sentence is already a warning.

It is useless to attack, useless to resist, useless to beg for mercy, useless to buy, in front of Hitt, everything is useless.

(End of this chapter)