At ten o'clock in the evening, Rodan Cleve, the chief information officer of Cadiv Group, drove his Norfolk car slowly out of the garage with a heavy heart. However, due to his distraction, he could not control it for the moment.
The vehicle directly hit the front of the car violently into the flower bed in front of it.
Clive knew that it was impossible to drive by himself in such a state. He sighed and walked directly to another 'Sabertooth Tiger' armored off-road vehicle following behind.
"BOSS, are you in a bad mood now?"
In the passenger seat, one of Clive's bodyguards looked over with curiosity: "What's wrong with you going out so late?"
"This has nothing to do with you, just drive directly to the company."
Clive thought for a while and then gave the order: "Be careful along the way and try to find a place with as many people as possible. Just today, someone declared war on our Cadiv Group, and it was the Rising Sun Company."
"Starting a war? Rising Sun Company? That company that has opened many electrical appliance retail stores and offers discounts every day?"
Including the driver in the driver's seat, several bodyguards in the car looked at each other for a while.
"I heard that their boss is Lucky Andre, the already famous fighting star."
"Wow, that little guy? How dare he declare war on the Cardiff Group? It's unbelievable——"
"Should I say it's courageous? We, Cadywin, are a large group with assets of one billion."
"The chairman will blow his mind. It's a pity for that pretty face."
"Shut up, everyone!"
Rodin Clive did not feel at all relaxed, his face was ashen: "That guy is not the little guy in your eyes, 'Dark Snake' Macon, 'Poison Sword' Rashal may be dead! Dead
!Understand?”
For a moment, everyone on the off-road vehicle fell into a dead silence. Clive clenched his fists, lay back on the backrest, closed his eyes and meditated.
"Anyway, get to the company headquarters as soon as possible! It's no longer safe here."
But before he finished speaking, the driver in front said in a trembling voice: "BOSS, there is someone in front of us, we may be in trouble."
Everyone in the car was on alert at this moment. Rodin Clive also opened his eyes immediately and looked forward. He saw a huge white bear standing on the street in front of them.
There, there was a layer of thorn armor spreading out from the two arms, gradually covering the white bear's whole body.
"Fire! Step on the accelerator and press forward with all your strength!"
At this moment, Clive felt his heart throbbing and his limbs felt cold, but his eyes were murderous and cold.
The Norfolk 'Sabre-toothed Tiger' quickly accelerated to the extreme, reaching 300 kilometers per hour. Several bodyguards in the car also opened the windows one after another and used various firearms to spit tongues of fire forward. But it was all to no avail.
That layer of thorn armor is extremely strong, and its defensive capability exceeds that of many 18S-level armors. Coupled with the thick layer of bearskin, these magic bullets are completely unable to harm this behemoth.
Then the next moment, there was a thunderous roar, and the white bear waved its giant palm and hit the front of the "Sabre-toothed Tiger" armored vehicle. In an instant, the front half of the vehicle collapsed, and the driver
The two magic energy professionals in the seat and passenger seat were completely silent, and were almost smashed into meat patties.
Rodin Clive also suffered a huge impact and felt severe pain all over his body. At this time, an unbelievable thought came to his mind.
A seventeenth-level druid, Thorn Ironhand - this is a guy with a combat power close to 19S level!
But this was also Clive's last thought in this world. With a soft 'pop' sound, a bullet penetrated through the broken rear window, and then penetrated his brain directly from the rear!
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In the eastern suburbs of the city, on the ninth floor of Building 39 Tucker Street, Lawrence Collinson squatted half-crouched by the window railing, looking ahead with the sniper rifle in his hand. His target was Cady, who was one mile away.
Wen Warehouse Center, and here you can see the front gate sentry of the warehouse center and most of the courtyard.
The cold and clear voice of Sampson Brutt came from the walkie-talkie placed next to him.
"Lawrence, is there a problem? Can the two magic professionals on the left solve it?"
"No problem, Mr. Brut. Although I am not from the military, the environment in the jungles of Southeast Asia is much more cruel than that of America."
Lawrence Collinson chewed chocolate and laughed: "I guarantee that they will not be an obstacle, and I also guarantee that your assault force will not encounter any obstacles on this offensive route. There is also good news, I see
Now comes the outlaw you mentioned, level 15 magician Ampson. He is smoking outside Warehouse 3. This is stupid, right?"
"Then kill him now!"
Sampson Brute's tone was as hard as stone: "Attention all units! Plan ahead and start taking action when you hear the gunshots, over."
Just when Sampson finished his voice, in front of Warehouse No. 3, a middle-aged man holding a pipe suddenly looked shocked. But he had no time to dodge enough, and the bullets shuttled through the night sky.
It pierced his shoulder blade, and then the exploding shell shredded half of his body. This greatly affected his actions. With almost difficulty, the man activated a magic weapon on his body and tried to return to the interior of the warehouse.
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But before that, a bullet flying from another direction pierced his brain!
And at this moment, sudden gunshots were heard from all directions in the storage center.
"Post No. 3 has been cleared!"
"Post No. 4 killed two people, and one person was hiding in the rear bunker. Please pay attention to the attacking troops, over."
"Post No. 1 has been cleared!"
"All units should take precautions. It is confirmed that Iseult Cardiff is in Warehouse No. 2. One of our people was injured by him. 15S-level shooting skills, over!"
Under the night and moonlight, groups of heavily armed magic professionals swarmed into the storage center like swarming wolves. Although fierce exchanges of fire could be heard from everywhere, they often continued.
It will subside in less than three seconds. Under the command of someone, the entire offensive is like mercury pouring down the ground, with overwhelming momentum.
At the same time, a total of five rockets and two recoilless cannons were bombarded outside the wall of Warehouse No. 2. Just as the magic energy defense array gradually fell into a weakened state, a man wearing heavy armor
The unusually burly figure charged like a tank, smashing the warehouse door into pieces.
Following this 'boom', the berserker whose strength was close to level 17 also let out a thundering roar.
"Iseult Cardiff!"
At this time, fire continued to burst out from his body, and countless bullets bombarded his heavy armor with three layers stacked on the front and back, making a series of clanging sounds.
But the berserker turned a blind eye to these shots. All he could see was the thin figure who had replaced his automatic rifle and was retreating quickly. Then without hesitation, he launched another charge!
The next moment, the location of the figure was destroyed by the huge Viking battle axe, and everything was cut and blasted into pieces.