This night is destined to be uneasy. With the roar of the RPG missile, we can imagine what kind of anger the organization that launches this missile will bear in the future.

But that is the future, and the most important thing for Song Chengyu and others at the moment is to protect Mo's father and survive safely.

This is a war, a war started by reactionary organizations or forces returning to China.

This war came suddenly and caught people off guard.

No one expected that on this ordinary and peaceful night, this ancient capital of the Thirteen Dynasties would become a place of war.

The world of bullets and bullets terrified everyone.

The deafening sounds of shells made everyone know clearly that this was not a movie, nor a military exercise.

This is a real war.

Armored vehicles sprinted in the middle of the night, moved forward, broke into pieces, and drove in more than ten directions respectively.

Behind him, dozens of pickup trucks were scattered with machine guns while chasing them.

Shopping malls, hotels, and food stalls were crushed by them.

These crazy gangsters seemed to be showing off their works, and seemed to be provoking the majesty of China. They screamed, sprinted, and shot.

The sound of sirens spread throughout the streets and alleys, ambulances, fire brigades, and special police joined the battlefield one after another.

This is a battle to destroy the enemy that blocks the honor of China.

Chaos, blood, destruction, this ancient capital of the Thirteen Dynasties was as fragile as a paper-paste empty city at this moment.

However, the scene lasted only half a quarter of an hour.

Facing the Luoyang army that was coming out in full swing, the reactionary organization was instantly suppressed and could not raise its head, but then two groups of organizations joined the battlefield, turning the one-sided situation of the reactionary organization over.

For a moment, the situation fell into anxiety.

On a tall building, Mo Qingcheng anxiously looked at the armored vehicles running wildly in the city, and more than a dozen armored vehicles had been destroyed.

No one knows whether there is Mo's father in these five cars.

They can only pray, pray for God's mercy.

"Have you not contacted the boss yet?" Xue Hao was straight, looked at the chaotic scene in front of him lightly, and asked Yu Tianxing beside him.

"No, glasses are working hard, but the signal of the boss's location is too weak, so I'm afraid I can't get in touch for a while." Even Yu Tianxing, who was always slutty, put away the joke at this time and looked at the battlefield with a solemn expression.

"Then don't contact us. Since the boss doesn't want us to know

Tao means that he has something more important." Xue Hao analyzed lightly.

"Then what should you do now?" Yu Tianxing rolled his eyes and asked.

"Wait!" Xue Hao spit out a word lightly.

"Wait? When will it be? Wait until all the armored vehicles are destroyed?" Yu Tianxing couldn't help but question.

Xue Hao glanced at him faintly and explained: "Now it is only the Chinese troops involved in the battlefield. The Zhao family has not yet come forward, not to mention that no one in the Song Group has ever appeared."

"I think these organizations have not threatened Mo's father yet, so they are also watching the tiger fight. When the Zhao family and the Song group launch a counterattack, it will be when Mo's father is in real danger. At that time, we will know which car Mo's father is in."

Xue Hao took a deep breath, and his dark blue eyes stared at the battlefield: "This war is also a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for us. Whether we can successfully rescue Mo's father depends on today."

On top of another tall building.

Three young men of different shapes stood beside the guardrail, quietly watching the battlefield with a calm expression.

"Are we going to take action?" Heiwa hugged his arms with both hands, his voice calm.

"Who are we saving? There are only three of us, and there are more than a dozen cars underneath." Yan San, a young man in white, smiled faintly, looking not worried about the current situation at all.

"Then what are we doing here?" Heiwa looked at him and asked in confusion.

"Watch the show." Yan San still had that calm expression.

Heiwa shook his head helplessly, and he was increasingly unable to understand the young man in front of him.

The two sides watched quietly until there were only five armored vehicles left. Finally, the Song Group began to counterattack.

A large number of fully equipped combat personnel rushed from all directions, carrying excellent equipment and putting them on the battlefield. The joining of these personnel completely reversed the situation.

At this moment, the reactionary organization was suppressed without any power to backhand.

Pickup trucks exploded, and teams died.

No force can resist this group of troops.

Sitting in an armored vehicle, Song Chengyu looked at the tablet in his hand and laughed wildly, "Hahahaha, come on, come on, see who died here first."

"If you touch my Song Group, you don't even look at your virtues! You are looking for death! You are looking for death! Hahahahaha!"

The sound of the phone suddenly came, interrupting his pride. When he saw the caller ID, he decisively answered the phone and showed off: "Brother, how about it? The mercenaries I invited from a large sum of money are of good strength, right?!"

"Stupid!" Song Chenyu suddenly shouted coldly: "At present, so many forces are paying attention to this battle situation. Do you dare to let foreign forces join? Do you want our Song group to perish?"

"Brother." Song Chengyu pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled far-fetchedly: "It's not that serious, right? Besides, I'm asking someone to come here to protect that old boy."

"We can ask for guards and security companies. Even if they die, they will sacrifice their lives for the country. If you find a group of international mercenaries, how many people will they kill in the battle? Then the top settles the score, will our Song family run away?" Song Chenyu cursed.

"No... Isn't there a Zhao family?" Song Chengyu asked loudly.

"Do you think they will come forward to protect you after touching the majesty of the country?" Song Chenyu asked coldly.

At this time, Song Chengyu broke out in a cold sweat.

It would be fine if the superiors didn't care. If they really care, how could the Zhao family offend the country because of him? Even the Song Group would put everything on him.

His future can be imagined.

"Brother, then, what should I do now?" Song Chengyu asked in panic.

The other end of the phone suddenly became quiet for two seconds, and Song Chenyu suddenly lowered his voice and said, "Let them retreat, the Zhao family's idea is the same as you. They will not let those people catch Mo Liangfeng casually, so you don't need to worry about it here."

"As for you... go abroad with them and hide. After the tide is calm, I will have someone take you back."

"Okay, okay, I'll listen to my brother." Song Chengyu hung up the phone in fear, and then hurriedly issued an order.

"Everyone, retreat! We don't care about this mess anymore. I will take you to go abroad."

The group of mercenaries were obedient and stopped fighting in an instant, dispersing like a tide. Song Chengyu also took the opportunity to follow them and flee far away.

Song Group, Song Chenyu's office.

Song Chenyu, who hung up the phone, looked at the world of war in the distance with a gloomy face.

And as the war slowly stopped, a hint of pride appeared on his handsome face:

Picking up the phone, he dialed out again: "Tell Feidao that he can act."

After the other party agreed, he threw the phone down from the high building with a relaxed expression. At a height of hundreds of meters, he smashed the phone to pieces, and his proud face became more and more prosperous.

Looking at dozens of cars that were quickly retreating in the distance, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and a hint of cruelty appeared on his handsome face:
Chapter completed!