While Jin Clay and others were yelling with their heads without any urge to hold their heads, Pulitzer's forehead also twitched. He forced himself to laugh: "Cut... I just tied four sandbags, why do I believe this is explosive!"

Explosives are extremely unstable in this era. Even Nobel A.B is not sure that they can pack the explosives in a bag, and they are shaking everywhere on their bodies!

Therefore, Schmidt's approach of putting his life at the forefront and completely indifferent to it made Pulitzer very confused.

The lighter in Schmidt's hand moved to the lead another centimeter and snorted coldly: "Oh? You can't believe it. When I light it, it will be clear whether the explosive is true or false!"

At the same time, Wade, who blocked the door, also smiled and pulled open his military uniform. There were four packages exactly the same as Schmidt's body. The long lead was pulled out, and it was held in Wade's hand. Judging from the flexible body movement he had shown before, if anyone wanted to force out of the room, he had the absolute ability to detonate the four explosive packs on his body before rushing out!...

"I believe it, we believe it, don't click it!"

Before Pulitzer could speak, Jin Clay and six others were already crying and shouting: They have a bright future, but they don’t want to die with Schmidt, the madman here!

At this time, Schmidt was equated with words such as "crazy, psychopath, pervert, crazy" in their hearts.

"You guys are really..."

Seeing Jin Clay and his group of ugly and unscrupulous appearances, Pulitzer immediately felt like he was "insufficient and conspiring": "Hey, believe me, this explosive is fake!"

"But...what if it's true?"

Jin Clay and six others were full of eyes: the meaning inside was very clear. We dare not participate in this life-and-death bet. We have not stayed in the flower world for enough, and we don’t want to visit God and His old man so early!

Not only Jin Clay and six others cherished their lives. The other guards also lowered their guns and lowered their heads, ignoring Pulitzer's remarks.

Just hire mercenaries to seek wealth, why force others to jump over the wall and die together?

In an instant, Pulitzer Morgan stood opposite everyone, making his head smoke and his nose tilted (of course, including physical crooks)!

"Haha, Mr. Morgan, it seems that your allies don't believe you!"

Schmidt raised his head at this time, and there was no humiliation, grief, and helpless look on his face. His eyes were shining and he said with a little enthusiasm: "You don't dare to stop me, then, you can only let me walk out with a swagger?"

Now, Pulitzer is as smart as he can't understand. Schmidt dared to enter Mingyue Village alone, so he was prepared for it! And his previous distraught look was all pretending, probably just to let Wade take a perfect photo!

Damn it, I actually treat me as a monkey from beginning to end!

Pulitzer clenched his fists and felt very hatred, but at this time the situation was no longer under his control. He could not think of any good plans to break the situation, and his body shook violently a few times. A burst of anger finally vented.

"Let's go... okay!"

Pulitzer gritted his back tone and shouted out a word that represents the failure of Schmidt's operation.

"Oh, then I'll really leave..."

Schmidt's mouth was filled with a smile that made Pulitzer hate him, and led four 'wooden sculptures' toward the door: "Sorry, dear representatives of the Super CBU. Schmidt failed to satisfy your wishes, which made you very disappointed! Oh hehe..."

Seeing Schmidt leaving in such a grand manner, a 'wooden sculpture' next to him suddenly spoke: "Hey, Schmidt, isn't it right to go out like this? There is no hostage. What if those noble consortium leaders change their minds and order us to be shot and killed, we will still be unable to escape!"

"Oh, yes, thanks to your reminder!"

Schmidt slapped his head, stopped as if he suddenly realized, and turned around and swept to the people in the room: "You all heard it? What my friend said makes a lot of sense. Can any nobleman from the consortium be condescending and accompany us out? Don't worry, I, Schmidt, always said that I, as long as we leave Mingyue Village safely, I will definitely put you back safely, and even a hair will be missing!"

Suddenly, the expressions of Jin Clay and others became very exciting: Schmidt, your sister, it would be nice to let you go, you... you actually dare to take hostages? It's too much!

Sure enough, Pulitzer took the lead in humming: "Mr. Schmidt, do you really take the explosive pack on your body as real? I, Pulitzer Morgan, can tell you clearly, either you just get out of here, or ignite these so-called explosive packs... Want a hostage? This is definitely a whimsical idea, and I will not satisfy you!"

After saying this, Pulitzer was a little happy: Humph, Schmidt, you're a chess move! Jin Clay is the most timid and afraid of death. If you want them to be hostages, how could they agree? Hehe, you're making a mistake! It depends on how you step down...

Pulitzer was a little excited and felt that he had finally seized the opportunity to expose Schmidt's "dynamite pack trick".

"Who said the explosive pack is fake?"

At this time, Wade, who was guarding the door, suddenly grinned and took out a palm-sized explosive bag from his pocket. Its shape and appearance were exactly the same as the explosive bag tied to him. The only difference was that it was reduced several times!

Wade shook his hand and lit the mini explosive pack. When the leads were about to burn out, he suddenly threw it out of the window, smiling grimly: "If you don't send someone to be hostages, we will have such an explosion, and we will die together!"

As Wade finished speaking, the mini explosive pack also fell under the wooden building. With a loud bang, a series of deaf explosions came up. A panic broke out under the wooden building, with chaotic screams, high-pitched horse neighing, and chaotic footsteps...

This mini explosive pack is real!

After understanding this, Jin Clay and the six people in charge had already recovered their bloody faces and turned green again!

They turned their heads and looked at Pulitzer pitifully. The pleading meaning contained in the six eyes made the smile on the corner of Pulitzer's mouth stagnate.

My slut, these six bastards...

Pulitzer, who was as cunning as a fox, immediately understood their eyes.

"Mr. Morgan. You are the matchmaker, leader, and this hostage of our seven major consortiums... you will reluctantly take it!" Jin Clay licked his face and begged Pulitzer on behalf of the six people on his side.

"You, you... are too... too... too nonsense..."

Pulitzer's eyes turned black and he almost fainted: grass, as I expected. These six bastards really pushed me out!

In the end, Pulitzer's "thick thighs" could not resist six "arms" that were not thin. Under the gaze of Jin Clay and the guards loyal to Jin Clay and others, Pulitzer was pushed into Schmidt's hands like a young girl who was selling herself.

Schmidt pulled out a pistol from the waist of the "wooden sculpture" next to him, weighed it in his hand, and then the boss pressed Pulitzer's back half a polite way, and laughed: "Mr. Morgan. Things in the world are really changing! I didn't expect that half an hour ago you were forcing me to sign an unequal agreement, but now, your noble life is in my hand. I have a thought to determine your life and death!"

Pulitzer breathed in his stomach and almost burst into anger: He is really not afraid of a god-like opponent, but a pig-like teammate! What does a mini explosive pack explode? This, these six bastards actually believed it! Not only did they believe it, but they also worked together to push me out! Bastard... bastard!

Pulitzer's stomach was rolling and cursed Jin Clay and others in the most vicious words. But he would not show any weakness in front of Schmidt.

"Schmidt. Don't be proud. Don't forget that the main force of your company's guard has been wiped out. I just need to wait patiently for the troops from Billi Fishery to come back. At that time, the army is approaching. Let's see how you resist?"

Pulitzer raised his head and said viciously: "You have just escaped today's disaster, but the entire situation in Alaska has not changed at all! Here we will lay a railway network of my Morgan family. By the day the railway is repaired, it will be the day when your company and the damn natives will leave Alaska!"

"Oh, I'm really scared to say that!"

Schmidt sneered. A pistol shot, causing Pulitzer to worry about the fire of the pistol and sweat behind him (in this era, fire of guns is too common): "But as I said just now, things in the world have changed a lot... Who can tell the future of things? Maybe God, He, don't like you, and drop a thunder and destroy your security army!"

"Swish, you're dreaming!" Pulitzer hummed in his nose.

In his opinion, Schmidt is a typical dead duck with a stubborn mouth. Your main force is gone. What else can God be counted on to strike thunder? You have prayed too much and your head is broken? If God was so effective, we people would have gone to hell for judgment long ago. Where can we live happily until now?

"What are you proud of?"

Wade interrupted and kicked Pulitzer's calf, causing the head of the Morgan consortium to almost roll down the stairs: "I have recorded your despicable behavior. When I return to San Francisco, I will reveal to the public what you did! At that time, let's see who is leaving Alaska!!"

Pulitzer thrust his mouth in pain and stared at Wade with a resentful look: "Naughty boy, do you think the only one newspaper in this world is your Messenger newspaper? Tell you, our Morgan consortium alone controls 65 newspapers in the United States, with more than 10 million readers! Then we will also send a news that the guards of Schmidt Mining Company abused their power. Table Tennis shareholders, guess which side of the statement will the world believe?"

Wade glared at his eyes, his breathing stagnated, and he couldn't refute for a moment.

Pulitzer approached Wade again and whispered like a venomous snake: "Indian kid, I Pulitzer remember you! Do you believe it? When I return to the United States, there will be a hundred ways to report you to be unemployed from the San Jose messenger? There are still a hundred ways to make you disappear silently? Well, are you scared, hahaha..."

Pulitzer glanced at Wade, whose face was a little pale, raised his head and laughed proudly.

Schmidt and six others, holding Pulitzer hostage, walked out of the command building under the temptation of a group of security forces.

At this moment, the security guards outside the building had already received news, surrounded Schmidt and others in circles, aiming at the chest one by one, and the aggressive military aura alone made people feel so depressed that they couldn't breathe.

"Everyone retreated! Did you see? It's me!"

Pulitzer also figured it out. No matter whether the explosive packs on Schmidt and Wade were true or false, since Jin Klay's bastards were so timid, why did he act as a "hero"?

Heroes and heroes have always died very early.

Pulitzer Morgan knew very well that if he died, the family would never shed a tear for him. On the contrary, the opponents in the family would send their confidants as quickly as possible to replace themselves and take over their rights.

So Pulitzer scolded him with his eyes and eyes, like water splitting and flowing, and scolding him a road from the dense security army, and the end was connected to Schmidt's four carriages.

"When you get on the carriage, I hope you can maintain your gentlemanly demeanor and keep your promises. Let me go!"

Seeing Schmidt and others about to get on the carriage, Pulitzer twisted his neck and turned his ear and whispered: "Schmidt, don't play this kind of bad trick of tying explosive bags in the future. If you have the ability, we will see the real achievements on the battlefield!"

"On the battlefield?"

Schmidt smiled meaningfully and pushed Pulitzer back to the security guards with a push of his hand.

But at this moment, several things happened at the same time!

The first thing is that there were more than a dozen carriages coming from the street of Mingyue Village. There were ice ridges hanging outside the walls of the vehicle, and the driver who drove the car was also breeze-like... It was Benjamin and dozens of small families who came to Mingyue Village on time to report according to the instructions of the security army.

The second thing is that the "old and weak" guards left outside the village, carrying weapons, broke in from outside. They were originally stopped by the security guards at the entrance of the village. But for some reason, at this moment, the security guards actually avoided it, so these "old and weak soldiers" who were eager to save their master rushed in with an ancient mind.

On one side of this street are more than a dozen small family carriages, and on the other side are the guards of the old and weak, which happens to be centered on Schmidt and gradually get closer.

The third item is opposite Schmidt's four carriages. After the security forces were in line, Jin Clay's voice sounded very clearly: "Schmidt wants to break his promise and not let Mr. Morgan go! All the security forces have it. Rush up and save Mr. Morgan back! Come on!"

With this order, the security forces belonging to the six major families including Rockefeller resolutely pulled the bolts, squatted down expressionlessly, and shot Schmidt's carriage.

In this situation, the bullets were completely rushed to people... It seems that Jin Clay doesn't plan to take Pulitzer's life!

The incident happened so suddenly that Pulitzer had no time to react. Fortunately, Schmidt and others were moving quickly. Schmidt grabbed Pulitzer's collar, pulled it, and hid it in the carriage compartment after a few of them hid it. When they hid it, the four carriages had been hit by countless bullets.

A few bullets flew over Pulitzer's ears, and the soil on the ground was splashed with bullet holes. The noble Morgan family leader was frightened and his face turned pale. When he was shocked, he couldn't help but curse: "Bastard, too Tuoma bastard! Those six bastards dared to do this! They actually wanted to kill me? That's right, I should have thought that they must be greedy for the railway construction rights of my family! These bastards have been coveting this for a long time, and they didn't expect to take this opportunity to take action. Damn it, I'm so angry... "

Pulitzer guessed that after Jin Clay and six other leaders escaped from the danger threatened by explosives, they decided to take the opportunity to kill Pulitzer Morgan's plan.

If Pulitzer dies, the six major consortiums including Jin Clay will receive countless benefits. Not only can Pulitzer successfully pick the fruits planned by him, but he can also divide the "railway construction rights" cake held by the Morgan family! In addition, the rare goods such as Wen Wen Fish and Nightmare Horse will also be missing a partner who can share the excess profit.

There are so many benefits, it would be strange if Jin Klay and others don’t do this!

Of course, they could not directly order Pulitzer to be killed, they could only hope to "accidentally die" Pulitzer through chaos.

Just so happened that Schmidt's escort also ran in. In addition, the dozens of small family leaders who rushed over and were confused and didn't know what was going on. This scene developed even more to the chaos expected by Jin Klay and others.

The long street in front of the command building of Mingyue Village has now become a battlefield for bullets to fly and life-harvesting. Schmidt and his group have already lined up the four overturned carriages and piled them into a bunker. The "old and weak" guards that arrived later have become agile and extremely powerful. In a short while, they killed a group of security troops and occupied a high-rise building near the carriage, forming a slight horn with Schmidt and others.

But in three or five minutes, these "old and weak" guards killed at least dozens of guard soldiers, which made Pulitzer, who was very close to the distance, almost stunned: God, I was dazzled? Why did these guards become so strong? The old, weak, sick and disabled have such combat power. Then, how strong will the main force be?

For a moment, Pulitzer forgot that Jin Clay and others had a bad premonition against him. A bad premonition floated vaguely at the bottom of his heart lake: Did the troops led by Sinclair really wipe out the four thousand guards?
Chapter completed!