Because it was a school bus, those bricks and stones were bounced back by the magic array that automatically opened on the car body before they could touch the car body.
But after that, hundreds or even thousands of debris came from the sky. Fortunately, there were already a large number of armed police near this road, armed with live ammunition and ready.
Before the magic array of the bus was smashed by bricks and stones, the policemen who formed a human wall had already waved their batons to suppress the thugs who were throwing stones.
"Well~ they are really enthusiastic."
Carl couldn't help but exclaimed: "I guess these guys have either lost their underwear or have bet their last pair of underwear to the bookmaker."
He has already seen the mountains and seas of people on both sides of the street. It stretches from here to the gate of Baofeng Stadium, a full 700 meters away. It is estimated that the number of people is more than 150,000, which is far more than the highest number of seven in Pavilion A of Baofeng Stadium.
Capacity of 10,000 people.
The NHSAA comprehensive cold weapons competition has a lofty status in the United States, and every edition will attract a lot of attention. But this time, the popularity is unprecedented.
"This is all your fault, isn't it?"
William could finally hear what Karl said, and he couldn't help but see the irony in his eyes: "In the TV news now, seven out of ten channels say that Amo is a fluke, and that his true strength is actually not as good as James Lance
special."
He was already learning swordsmanship from Li Mochen, and was surprised to find that the latter's skills in close combat far surpassed his coach.
In fact, in the limited practice in the past two weeks, Li Mochen amazed all the cold weapon coaches, including Rikar. He even saw Li Mochen, when coach Rikar did not use the source of energy to spread out and the source of force.
In the case of armor, fight with the latter until they are evenly matched.
So the truth is obvious. Neither James Langster nor Ammo's opponent this time, Cadio Rhodes, is Amok's enemy.
"Our company has spent 13 million in media and public relations expenses this week alone to encourage major media outlets to report the truth."
But Carl Holden then shrugged: "But what should I say? Those bookmakers are too greedy. They want to squeeze every penny out of the gamblers' pockets, so they spend more on media and public relations.
.Then there are the major sporting goods companies headed by Arcadis, who are also eager to discredit Amo and prevent sales.
In order to prevent sales from continuing to decline, we have invested heavily in various platforms. To a certain extent, this is the general trend. I don’t think we need to follow it, it is a waste of money. Facts are facts. Wait until Amo defeats Cadio Luo
Virtue, then everything will be revealed. What is white is white, and they can no longer discredit it. What’s more,——"
Carl Holden raised the corners of his lips slightly: "No matter what, this is the heat. As long as there are still people who care about the topic of Amok's true strength and there are still people discussing it, more American citizens will know about Andre.
·The name Lee Wildenstein. The media will still be like wolves chasing food, chasing everything about Amo."
"So these poor guys were sacrificed, right?" William looked at the crowd holding various protest signs outside the window with pity.
"Ah Mo has spoken out through the media more than once. He said that no one in this generation of players can stop him."
Karl shrugged, looking indifferent: "And William, as a person who has bet heavily on Amo, is it inappropriate for you to say such a thing? Tell me, okay? You
How much did you bet on this time? Ten thousand or twenty thousand? Don't tell me you didn't buy at all. The odds of Ah Mo winning this time are 3.53."
"Forty thousand!" William Jacques replied calmly: "I got the driver's licenses of my parents, two aunts, three brothers, and two sisters, but I have only raised 40,000 gold shields so far."
Li Mochen couldn't help but be envious when he heard this. He also wanted to place a bet. The odds of 3.5 times would allow him to make some money. However, the NHSAA competition committee has strict regulations in this regard and does not allow contestants to participate in any competition related to their own.
Related gambling activities are not allowed even by family members.
"Wow~ 40,000, these are really crocodile tears."
Karl chuckled: "Let me help you make up the rest of the money. There is still more than an hour before the start of the game. I remember that there is a bookmaker's branch near the Storm Stadium. But I have to remind you William, there are still some bets this time.
There is a certain risk.”
At this time, Karl handed another stack of information to Li Mochen: "Our information analyst has probably figured out what the Dragon Witch Cult might do to Cadio Rhodes. The first thing is physical.
Strengthening the modulation is certain. It is estimated that the technology and magic energy technology mastered by the Dragon Witch Cult can definitely increase Cadio Rod's physical fitness in all aspects by 1.5 times. Then I
We have discovered that in recent days, someone has purchased five 'Black Blood Stones of Crete' on the market, and we suspect that they are trying to make a fuss out of the remnants of the Minotaur's consciousness. We are not sure how many the Dragon Witch Cult itself has.
Cretan Black Blood Stone', but if they really do this, they will definitely be able to help Cadio Rhodes control these powers, and even use the ability of 'Ancient Retrospection'."
At this time, William Jacques couldn't help but feel nervous. After all, it was related to his 40,000 gold shields. After hearing such a thing, he couldn't help but care.
But why is the Dragon Witch Cult involved? Those books on the history of Western magic mention this sect, which is positioned as a cult and a terrorist organization, but the Dragon Witch Cult seems to have nothing to do with today's game, right? Could it be?
Is this cult also involved in the huge gambling behind this game?
"Including our sports laboratory evaluation, after you are promoted to level seven, Mo. Even if Cadio Rhodes uses 'Ancient Retrospection' and condenses the soul consciousness of the Minotaur, your winning rate is still over 70%.
You two may decide the winner after 200 rounds."
"Is this the remnant soul of the ancient tauren prince?"
Li Mochen was stunned for a moment, and then a sarcastic smile appeared on his face: "No, his chance of winning is not even one in ten thousand. I'm afraid he won't be able to last even one round."
At this time, his mind moved slightly, and then he raised his leg and kicked the seat in front of him, using the force to force the seat behind him to collapse. At the same time, he pulled William Jacques and Carl Holden.
They exploded back half a meter. Then the next moment, a 'pop' came from the glass window next to them.
With the sound, an armor-piercing bullet was shot in and exploded inside the car body, causing dozens or hundreds of bullet fragments to bombard Li Mochen's 'sacred guardian' opened through the ring, sending out a series of tinkling sounds.
There was an explosion. At this time, everyone in the bus also let out a burst of exclamations.
Carl and William's faces were pale. There was no doubt that this was a powerful sniper. If Li Mochen hadn't reacted in time, both of them would have been affected and ended their lives here.