Is it good to become the overlord of a party, own a large area, have hundreds of subordinates, have hundreds of guns and ammunition, and become the deserving emperor of the country?
Of course it's good, but today is not the ancient times.
The chaotic situation will eventually be eliminated, and the old era can never compete with the wishes of the masses. Brother Ming has known from a long time ago, or since he was still at the "Imperial Capital Headquarters", that this is a road of no return.
Even a behemoth like the 'Imperial Capital Headquarters' was eventually defeated by the state machinery. However, although the country is still in chaos due to historical issues, history is ultimately deduced by people.
Brother Ming doesn't want to be a person eliminated by history, and he doesn't want to be restricted by the national system... Then, let's become the maker of rules.
Recruitment...this is a great opportunity.
Although the incident happened suddenly, Ming Ge keenly grasped the opportunity to change his life.
Several years in prison have already changed Brother Ming a lot. In prison, he was not disturbed by anyone. When he truly calmed down, he was more able to think about his future path.
For a boss at his level, going to jail does not mean losing everything. Don’t you think Bucky, a coward, can still live like a royal in another prison?
This country has become so corrupt.
In a few years in prison, Ming Ge learned a lot of knowledge on his own and even obtained several degrees... He began to plan another way out in life.
He was born a smart person, and he grew up in a wealthy family when he was a child, and even had an official background. However, his family fell victim to the country's political struggle.
This time Roger's request caused a huge headache for the country, and Brother Ming knew that his opportunity had come.
Although he was imprisoned, the crime was not serious. The real felony had been borne by him as a scapegoat, so he was only sentenced to thirteen years in prison at the beginning. But this time he agreed to be an official mole, which allowed him to obtain
Pardon for the remainder of the sentence.
"Mr. Security Minister, your Senate President has been taken away by Crocodile. This should be a good opportunity for you. The location is... In addition, I will clear the blockade of the gate directly for you.
of……"
Turning off the communicator on his personal carrier, Brother Ming wiped the blood from his face. The men Roger asked him to carry with him, waiting to ambush Billy and his party, have all fallen down now.
It is very easy to kill these guys who respect their deeds back then and have admiration in their eyes.
Even Moriah, whom he had worked with before, was now lying in a pool of blood, with confusion in his eyes, and his death was unclear.
I'm afraid they never thought until they died that a vicious villain could actually become a lackey of the government... Well, Brother Ming doesn't like the term "stooge", or "collaborator".
But there was a small flaw...that is, there was a guy who survived and informed Roger in time.
But it doesn't matter anymore. Once the police's special operations team takes action, it will naturally eliminate the gangsters in the concert hall at extremely fast speeds.
The biggest problem is only the detonator in Roger's hand. But Brother Ming doesn't think that Roger will have the idea of dying with the enemy. After all, this is a ruthless person who can even betray his own father in order to survive.
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Maybe it would be a good choice to wash away the identity of the black boss and appear in another identity.
The funds he transferred before going to jail were quite sufficient, so...how about becoming a senator and then transforming into a politician?
"But Roger actually mastered that kind of thing..." Brother Ming sneered: "Let me hold this kind of thing."
Naturally he did not report certain conversations with Roger.
Brother Ming gave a weird laugh and walked forward in the darkness, but his steps were brisk, as if he was walking on a sunny avenue.
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Minutes before the earlier power outage.
Listening to the screams coming from the room, the gangster who followed Crocodile on Roger's orders yawned boredly, lit a cigarette and started smoking comfortably.
This Crocodile boss has always been famous for his cruelty, and he likes the sport of killing. Although the leader has warned that the old man cannot be killed, but when he comes out, he will probably be hanging with only one breath, right?
In the room, just as the gangsters outside thought, the Senate President had been beaten into a cold sweat, and his face was even bruised and swollen.
At this time, Crocodile pulled up the old man's tie with one hand, causing him to clutch his collar painfully and struggle.
Seeing the old man's painful expression, Crocodile smiled ferociously and said, "Dear Uncle Perwit, you never thought that you would fall into my hands one day, right?"
"Krokdal... don't make one mistake... make another mistake..." The old man begged with difficulty.
"Since you joined the Capedon family, uncle, you have tried your best to distance yourself from our poor relatives. The Capedon family really likes you and even pushed you all the way to the position of Senate President. But uncle, don't you also
Are you a little more ruthless?" Crocodile pressed the head of the Senate President... Pervitt, and pressed hard against the wall, "But it doesn't matter, I don't want people to know that my uncle is you.
Otherwise, maybe the government would be interested in talking to me about this release?"
Prewett's eyes were filled with stars, his head was dizzy, but he suddenly felt a sense of regret... If he hadn't completely covered up the relationship between himself and Crocodile since he took power, so that the government could know something... maybe
Wouldn't his situation be so dangerous now?
"It's a pity that no matter how much you regret, it's already too late." Crocodile laughed ferociously, "In less than ten minutes, I will throw your body out as Roger said. Dear
Uncle Perwit, let me call you one last time."
He pushed hard on Prewitt's stomach, causing Prewitt to vomit out red and white turbidity, and his body twitched because of the pain.
"Krokdal, my dear nephew... let me live... I... don't have a long time to live..." At this time, Pervitt grasped the trousers of Crocodile's prison clothes with difficulty and raised his head. Come and beg: "I can... I can give you all my wealth..."
He knew Crocodile's hatred for him... If it were another person, he would at least have some confidence and not beg so hard.
Crocodile stepped directly on Prewett's palm, seemingly breaking his phalanges, and then snorted coldly: "How much wealth can you control of the Capeton family? I may not have less wealth than you. In the future, I I can even create more! The prisons in this country are of no use to me! This time I am in jail and let me hide behind the scenes. Don’t you know how much my wealth has increased in the past few years? Idiot! I’ve been waiting to kill you. Twenty years! There are still eight minutes left...I really feel the eternity of time for the first time!"
Looking at Crocodile's playful smile, Pervitt felt despair.
In the last few minutes of life, the ups and downs came one after another. He had been beaten and severely injured, and his body had long since aged. How could he bear it?
Perhaps his internal organs had been ruptured long ago, and Perwit felt that everything he saw in front of him became dim... This might be the moment of his death.
The door to the room seemed to open suddenly, and someone seemed to have walked in hurriedly, saying something to Crocodile...
After hearing this, Crocodile didn't seem to hesitate at all. He grabbed a pistol from the man's hand and pointed it directly at his forehead. He even felt the cold breath of the gun's muzzle.
God...I don't want to die like this...
Even if I sacrifice my soul...
Please...
His eyes narrowed, and Prewitt felt that his eyelids were extremely heavy, and his consciousness gradually disappeared... as if what was waiting for him would be a darkness that would never wake up.
The fire of life is as weak as a candle in the wind, gradually extinguished.
“Guest, the product you requested, ‘Survival’, has been delivered.”
A woman's voice.
"Enjoy the rest of your life. Although it is not much, I hope you can enjoy your old age. When it comes to the end, please allow me to come and take away your soul..."
The sound curled away, like a dream.
Pervitt slowly opened his eyes, and seemed to feel that the pain in his body was much better. Although he was still very weak, he was able to open his eyes and even regained a lot of strength.
But there was still darkness in front of him, but at this moment, the door to the room was opened again... and it seemed to be kicked open. Four police troops, fully armed and wearing masks, were seen pouring in at the same time.
The strong light installed on the gun illuminated the scene in the room. At this time, Prewitt could clearly see the situation in front of him. Crocodile fell to the ground at some point, along with a gangster.
what's going on?
Prewett's mind was not completely blank. He could at least determine that the fall of Crocodile and the gangsters occurred before these special forces broke in.
So angry!
Pervit suddenly felt angry. Why couldn't these incompetent guys show up in time? At that moment, Crocodile really wanted to shoot himself to death if he hadn't suddenly fallen down.
But...who made the move? Two big living people fell down silently?
"Call headquarters, call headquarters, the Senate President has been successfully rescued."
"Call the headquarters, the Senate President has been successfully rescued, and the prisoner Crocodile has been captured!"
"Received! Now please protect the Senate President and evacuate from a safe route immediately, no mistakes can be made!"
"receive!"
Prewitt had a sullen face as he saw two special police officers taking the unconscious Crocodile and the gangster away, and he followed the last special police officer and left quickly.
"Before you came in, did you see anyone or hear anything?" Perwit asked abruptly.
His voice was as suppressed as a wild beast in the corridor where the power was cut off and the light source was lost.
"No." This special policeman did not dare to be presumptuous in front of such a truly important figure in the country, and said respectfully: "When we came in, the scene we saw was just like when you saw us coming in."
Pervitt rubbed his forehead.
Enjoy the rest of your life, although it is not much, but I hope you can enjoy your old age. When it comes to the end, please allow me to come and take away your soul as a reward...
That voice seemed to be engraved in the bottom of my heart, and it appeared again... a cold female voice.
While quickly following the people away, Prewett also intermittently heard news about the on-site battle situation from the communications of these Storm team members.
"The gangsters' hidden sentries have been cleared... and they have begun to invade the concert hall..."
"Shoot the target immediately...action!"
"Special circumstances occurred..."
"Report! All the gangsters in the concert hall were unconscious...before we arrived?"
"Report the remaining number of gangsters and report the locations of Roger, Moriah, Bucky and others! Roger holds a detonator..."
Another... mysterious coma?
Perwit frowned deeply.
But at this time, a belt was tied around his body and a steel cable was fastened. The Storm Team members had already sent him to the rooftop of the theater, where the helicopter was ready to be sent out from here.
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The gunshots rang out and stopped, and then suddenly rang out again, along with collisions and furious screams... After several times of this, Bucky just crouched on the edge of the wall holding his head in panic.
The gunfire didn't sound until a long time later.
In the darkness, Song Haoran's voice sounded faintly, "Mr. Billy, follow me, the police seem to have started taking action..."
There were sounds of running, and in the panic, someone could also be heard saying "Quick, quick!"
"Wait...wait for me!" Bucky stood up quickly.
It was just that everything was pitch black, the corridor had two ends, and he didn't know which side he should go to. However, at this moment, the theater's lighting system suddenly came back on!
The light was as bright as day, and it suddenly stung Bucky's eyes.
But he saw next to him, three of Roger's men fell directly into a pool of blood, and Roger also fell to the wall, lowered his head, and he was holding a dagger in his hand.
There was blood. At the same time, at least three bullet wounds could be seen on his chest.
Song Haoran and his group were right in front of him, probably only running a distance of seven or eight meters.
A bodyguard's shoulder was stained red, and Lluvia also covered her arm. Song Haoran didn't know when a bleeding scar appeared on the back of his hand.
It seems that during the short moment of the power outage, an extremely dangerous fight took place between the two sides.
"You're not dead? Forget it, let's follow." Song Haoran turned around and glanced at Bucky, "What a lucky guy."
Bucky smiled bitterly and quickly got up, but at this moment, he glanced at Roger from the corner of his eyes, and his body immediately tensed up.
I saw Roger suddenly raising his head, his eyes like a ghost, looking at himself... He was so seriously injured but he didn't die!
"Bucky, you betrayed me." Roger showed a cold smile.
"Not dead yet? Life is so hard."
Not far away, Song Haoran shook his head, took a pistol directly from Lluvia's hand, and quickly pointed it at Roger's head... With a distance of less than ten meters, he would naturally not miss.
But Roger quickly took something out of his tactical pocket, and then suddenly aimed it at his neck and stabbed it.
Song Haoran couldn't see clearly what it was.
But Bucky could see very clearly that it was a syringe, and it seemed to be filled with dark blue liquid...
Song Haoran also pulled the trigger at the same time, and the bullet burst out of the chamber!
