"Why can't you hand over?"

Schmidt smiled at the corner of his mouth. The muzzle rubbed back and forth on Pulitzer's forehead: "Dear Mr. Morgan, give me a reason first?"

At the critical moment of life and death, Pulitzer's brain started to spin at a high speed of one million revolutions. In a few seconds, he blurted out: "I cooperate with you, and I represent the Morgan family. I formally cooperate with your Schmidt Mining Company! I will also decide to distribute 30% of the railways that have been revised and built! ... In a word, as long as you save my life, I, Pulitzer, Morgan, will listen to you!"

Pulitzer promised all kinds of benefits like a cannon in his mouth. Because he knew that no matter how many benefits there were, it would belong to the family, and his life was his own!

Schmidt shook his head comfortably while listening. He squinted his eyes, enjoying Pulitzer's lowly knees and flatteringly pleased him. The fierce gunfights and the shocking shouts seemed to have nothing to do with him and didn't care at all.

Looking at Schmidt's undeniable smile and the gun that was still rubbing against his forehead without leaving the slightest intention, Pulitzer was so anxious that his forehead was full of sweat: "...If you feel dissatisfied with these conditions, we can discuss them again! As long as we go through this disaster, I still have hundreds of security soldiers loyal to me, and you and many guards. When we join forces, we may not be able to fight against the soldiers of the six major chaebols! Woo woo, Mr. Schmidt, Mr. Schmidt, what do you mean? I have been talking for so long, how many of you are! "

Schmidt never spoke, and his face was filled with ambiguous smile, which made Pulitzer feel like he was sitting on pins and needles and needles, and truly realized the meaning of the famous saying "Diet is not scary, what is scary is waiting for death."

"Share the interests equally with you?"

Schmidt finally spoke, his tone showed a light disdain: "It's so funny. If you hadn't instigated these people to do anything, Alaska wouldn't have known how peaceful it would be! The benefits you promised belong to me! Fei Yue, please change his clothes and throw them out!"

After saying this, Schmidt seemed to have completed the final trial of Pulitzer. He turned his head and continued to shoot the security guards who were blind and rushing up with his pistol, and ignored Pulitzer.

"Okay, this is something that depends on me!"

Fei Yue was one of the four "wooden sculptures and clay sculptures". He responded, put down his rifle in his palm, and the cat got into a carriage. After a while, he got out again, and had a very ordinary look in his hand.

It's over!

After hearing the "throw it out", Pulitzer was like a ball that had been relieved, and his spirit was completely dissipated. He sat on the ground with his face as if dead, murmurs all over his mouth, and his hands and feet were dancing and moving unconsciously, which was no different from a mentally ill patient on the verge of collapse!

"Hehehe, the person in charge of the Morgan family, let me, Lao Fei, come and help you change your clothes..."

Fei Yue was no longer the taciturn way before. He smiled and squinted his pair of glittering eyes, just like a weasel looking at a little hen, holding his arms in his arms. He took Pulitzer in front of him.

‘Swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, squeak…’, the sound of tearing the clothes and silk sounded, and with Fei Yue saying "Small, the wallet is quite rich...Small, I'll take this box of unopened cigars for you...Small, the skin and flesh are pretty good." Poor Pulitzer, who has been stripped into a white and slim pig.

A core member of the Morgan Consortium was actually stripped naked until the spring was suddenly revealed! Such humiliation, as well as the constant cold wind and freezing air around him, made Pulitzer, who was on the verge of collapse, suddenly woke up!

He struggled hard, feeling ashamed and angry: Good, you Schmidt, you are so unethical. I will be thrown out by you to die. You sent your hands to strip my clothes... You, don't even let go of the dead?

However, Pulitzer's struggle was like a small vortex in the boundless ocean in Fei Yue's hands. With a casual tremor, it disappeared without a trace.

"Hey, be honest! Otherwise I don't mind leaving any marks on your white haired body! For example, your butt is very erect..."

Fei Yue's words are like the tone of a street villain in New York, and his cynical tone reveals the coldness and madness of daring to do anything.

Pulitzer's chrysanthemum tightened and immediately clamped his legs. He kept silent and dared not resist at all. He was afraid that he would be punished with angering this "evil man".

"Hoho, that's how good! Come on, smile and put on this dress!"

Fei Yue squinted his eyes, nodded with satisfaction, and handed the clothes in his hand to Pulitzer. He whispered: "Go out after putting them in. As long as you are lucky, you may be able to save your life, hehe..."

Is this my mourning dress?

Pulitzer took the clothes trembled and after buying them, he found that the clothes were a little strange. They felt soft and seemed to have a partition inside, which was filled with liquid flowing back and forth.

When he was about to die, he didn't care about anything. Pulitzer lost his normal curiosity about this strange and generous dress. He put it on and then looked at Fei Yue blankly.

"Why are you stunned? You don't wear clothes outside? Grass!"

Fei Yue swears and kicks Pulitzer, pointing at the clothes that he has just pulled off from Pulitzer on the ground: "It's not cold here because there is a constant temperature tower hanging on the carriage. If you only wear it so thin, you'll be frozen to death before you get bullets! Hurry up, put your clothes on, don't waste your saliva after you've finished it, just walk out by yourself!"

Hearing this, Pulitzer's dim eyes had a look, and he felt a little grateful: Hey, it's still a bit humane, I know to return the clothes to me and let Pulitzer die decently... Oh, no, Schmidt was worried that the other party would not be able to distinguish me, so he specifically asked me to keep my previous dress intact!

After thinking about "understanding", the little bit of gratitude that had just risen in Pulitzer's heart immediately flew out to the sky: OK, you are really considerate, afraid that the bullets will not fly towards me!

However, after thinking it through, Pulitzer had to walk out of the fortifications made of four carriages and wait for the test of hundreds of rifles on the opposite side after putting on his clothes.

It’s not okay if you don’t go out. Fei Yue is already grinning and pushing Pulitzer’s back with a rifle: Don’t go out? Yes! Then I’ll shoot me now!

If you don’t go out, you will die immediately. If you go out, you still have a glimmer of hope to avoid bullets and return to your own camp... Of course, Pulitzer knows how to choose this binary multiple-choice question!

Pulitzer sighed deeply, took a deep breath, jumped out of the carriage with force, and then shouted in a heart-wrenching voice: "I'm Pulitzer, I'm out! I'm fine, don't shoot, don't..."

While shouting, Pulitzer lowered his head and rolled to the ground. He didn't know anything about military affairs at all. At least he knew that lying on the ground in a battlefield filled with bullets was the best way to avoid bullets.

Pulitzer's shouting was really good. On this mocking and noise-filled street, a small vacuum was really shouted out. At least half of the security guards heard his shouting clearly. The rifles that were constantly firing in their hands stopped reflexively.

"Everyone, shoot me, that's not Mr. Morgan! Don't stop, shoot me, that's Schmidt's trick, he's going to take the opportunity to break through!"

Jin Clay kept staring at Pulitzer's hiding carriage. When he saw the target appear, he shouted and was frightened. While he was commanding his confidant to continue shooting, he also found a long-barrel rifle and took it up in person. He aimed at Pulitzer who was rolling on the ground for a turtle.

"Don't stand there. If Pulitzer comes back safely, we will be in trouble!"

Jin Clay's blonde hair was wet and stuck to his forehead, and his face was as ferocious as a third-rate butcher, and he lost his aristocratic temperament. While shooting wildly, he shouted loudly at West and others who were standing stupidly beside him.

The head of West and five other consortiums woke up Ru Meng, and hurriedly found an empty rifle from the side, and clumsily aimed at Pulitzer who was crawling and rolling in the open space.

For a moment, Pulitzer seemed to be the only one left in the blank area between the carriage fortifications and the security forces. The escort's shooting temporarily stopped, and the security forces' shooting sounded even more violently after a while.

All the bullets were aimed at Pulitzer on the ground.

Oh, poor Pulitzer, God bless him...

There is no way. Although the nominal commander-in-chief of the security army is Pulitzer Morgan, they are composed of veterans hired by seven major consortiums. If six others including Pulitzer and Jin Clay ordered at the same time, the answer is that no longer needs to be said.

Jin Clay said that Pulitzer rolling on the ground was fake, but in fact he could not deceive these veterans. However, these veterans were not stupid, but since their parents had already shouted that they wanted to kill the "fake" Mr. Morgan, they could only obey orders. After all, bullets on the battlefield were not eye-catching, even if they were held accountable afterwards, so many guns. Who can tell who killed Pulitzer. Morgan?

Among these nearly a thousand security soldiers, only a very small number are loyal to the Morgan family, so at this moment, the sad Pulitzer's ridicule value soared to max, attracting all the firepower!

‘Da da da…’

‘Smack sex…’

‘Beebeep…’

All kinds of bullet sounds exploded in the circular range centered on Pulitzer, and the soil and rocks splashed, and the pieces scattered. In just a few seconds, Pulitzer, who was lying on the ground and crawling desperately, was shot in his butt!

With a 'Pi', a small stream of blood came out from Pulitzer's buttocks, and the pampered Morgan elite suddenly raised his body and shouted: "Okay, it hurts so much..."

Before he could finish calling, he had at least ten shots, hitting him hard in the chest and directly hitting his shout back into the stomach.

At this time, several people behind the four carriages began to whisper.

Schmidt said: "Hey, why are you so unlucky to hit your butt?"

Fei Yue laughed and said, "It seems that his butt and bullets are destined to attract sharp and powerful objects!"

Schmidt said: "Tug your egg! Alas, it's a little wrong. Why doesn't this bulletproof vest design a function to defend the butt? It's really miserable to be exposed to the anus!"

A strange voice stuttered: "What is anal blowjob? I don't understand... But the bulletproof vest has always been a defense against frontal attacks, where is there any reason to protect the butt? In my opinion, if the butt is shot, it must be a deserter, a deserter, and he deserves to die!"

Fei Yue said: "Breaking anus is a word invented by Master Long. Think about it, is your place like a brilliant blooming chrysanthemum... Also, your thoughts are too stiff. Who says you don't need to protect your butt? Who says you're going to be a deserter if you're shot? The facts are in front of you. Our dear Mr. Morgan was hit by a bullet while crawling forward!"

Schmidt said: "I hope Pulitzer will not die so quickly, otherwise we will not see the effect of the bulletproof vest!"

Wade curled his lips: "What's so strange about this effect? ​​Haven't we done countless trials before we came? Wearing this outfit, as long as the bullet doesn't hit the head directly, people will not die! At most, a few pains..."

Schmidt said: "That's true, but this is a real battle after all... Hey, Dejong, you still have time to talk. This scene is specially prepared for you. Mr. Morgan was shot and killed by his own traitor. Have you taken such a precious photo? If you don't take it, I will deduct your bonus when you go back! One year!"

Wade said: "Don't worry, I'm taking photos! Lord Schmidt, you have to believe in my skills. I, De Jong, have always been right incorrect in taking photos and speaking. This is the basic quality of a professional journalist..."

During the words of Schmidt and others, Pulitzer had fallen down like a piece of wood.

Who in the world can be shot more than ten times without death? The answer in the hearts of Jin Klay and others is: No!

Therefore, as soon as Pulitzer fell, Jin Clay and others put down their rifles and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Ah, it seems that it's really Mr. Morgan. Oh my god, stop shooting, stop!" Jin Clay threw the rifle in his hand aside from him, and then shouted in great exaggeration: "Oh, you bastards have all done something terrible! Hurry up, bring Mr. Morgan back, find the doctor, and find the best doctor to help him with his injuries..."

Jin Clay's shout was full of concern for Pulitzer. If West and others had not known his background well, they would have been hidden.

This guy is so good at acting!
Chapter completed!