The heads of those small families were pointed at by countless guns, their faces were pale. After hesitating for a while, they all said: "I, we voluntarily cancelled the purchase of the thermostatic tower with Schmidt Mining Company.

The contract, because we think that the thermostatic towers sold by Morgan consortium are cheaper and more attractive to us!”

"Hahaha, how credible can you be to point a gun at a word that says?"

Schmidt laughed disdainfully: "Plitzer, if you want to be a man, I don't ask you to let us go. I just want you to let go of personal restrictions on these shareholders and let them choose for themselves, and stay in

You should come to my small building. I believe that what they say is worthy of trust only when their human body is no longer threatened!”

After hearing this, Pulitzer's expression changed again and again. Finally, he sighed softly and waved his hand and said, "Dear shareholders, you can tempt your choice, should you stay with me or go to Schmidt's side.

Well, no matter what the result you choose is, I will not interfere!"..

Jin Clay next to him was stunned and interrupted, "Morgan, you can't do this!"

Pulitzer glanced at Jin Clay coldly, and said to the 'culprit' who intended to murder him. Although the other party had promised to give up a large part of the benefits as compensation, Pulitzer's hatred for him was half the result.

Not reduced.

"It doesn't matter, we have the overall situation in mind. What's the matter with letting go of some irrelevant people?"

Pulitzer said lightly: "Dear shareholders, you have to think about it. If you make a mistake, you will encounter a catastrophe later. Don't blame our subordinates for showing mercy!"

The members of these small families are really pitiful, and their mood is so bad. They just wanted to come to Alaska to mine and earn back their capital for their family, but who would have thought they would get involved in super chaebols such as Morgan and Shi

What about the whirlpool of Mitt Mining?

After a nonsensical gun battle just now, many people died on my side, and now, a difficult multiple-choice question is placed in front of me again.

With a 'swish', the security soldiers took a few steps back and left open space for dozens of small family members of zhongyāng. This practice fully expressed Pulitzer's sincerity.

How to choose?

On one hand, there is a strong security army, but on the other hand, there is a guard trapped in a small high-rise building. It should be clear which one is stronger and which one is weak.

However, these small family members who have seen the powerful Nightmare Tornado of the Guards were a little nervous. They always felt that the Guards seemed to have trump cards and would not be suppressed by the security forces so simply.

In a dilemma, I'm in a dilemma!

After thinking for a few minutes, the members of these small families finally made a choice. Except for Benjamin and a small consortium named Knightbin, the rest of the people chose to stay where they were.

After all, the security army has a great advantage, and I heard that the main force of the escort team has been lost...

"Mr. Schmidt. I have agreed to your conditions, so please come out and sign the agreement!" Pulitzer shouted when Benjamin and others entered the small high-rise building.

"Hahaha, you idiot, when did I say that if you release these shareholders, I will sign an agreement with you?"

Schmidt's proud mockery came from the small high-rise building: "Plitzer, you are shameless. Only fools will sign this kind of unequal agreement! You big chaebols, don't deceive yourself, otherwise, Puli

Do you guys dare to read out the content of the agreement loudly in public? Haha. Let neutral people listen to it, how shameless this kind of agreement is!"

Pulitzer's face turned pale and he shouted at the little tall building: "Schmidt, don't toast and not eat the punishment, I'll give you half an hour to consider. If you don't come out then, I'll

It's time to order an attack!"

As an elite in the upper class, Pulitzer had a knot in his heart that he had tearing up his promises, and now he was teased by Schmidt again. How could he not be angry and embarrassed?

So he lost his patience and gave Schmidt an ultimatum.

Faced with this vicious and fierce ultimatum, Schmidt just replied calmly: "Okay, half an hour later, I'll wait for you!", and then disappeared from the window on the top floor.

In a small tall building.

Schmidt saw the embarrassing Plef Benjamin. He walked forward, happily held the head of the Benjamin family, and smiled and said, "Dear Plef, thank you for your trust in me."

, Oh, by the way, do these people around you have reporters?"

Priff looked at the cheerful Schmidt and smiled bitterly: "I am very unfortunate that the reporters I brought were killed by bullets just now. But Mr. Cohen Knightbin, both of the reporters he brought were

Still alive.”

Cohen Knightbin is the head of the Knightbin family. His interest is much higher than Plef. He hugged Schmidt enthusiastically and pointed at the two people who were still trembling beside him.

A young man said, "These two are journalists, but they come from tabloids, and their newspapers are not sold in New York. People in New York are still used to buying newspapers from big newspapers."

The "big newspaper" in Cohen's mouth refers to a famous newspaper like the New York Times. However, most of these famous newspapers are controlled by seven major consortiums such as Morgan and appear as their mouthpieces.

"It's okay, as long as the two reporters record the facts that happened here and announce the truth after they go back..."

Schmidt smiled at the two reporters and said, "I believe that the sales of newspapers in your newspaper will definitely increase significantly! Look, this is the chief war correspondent of the San Jose Courier, De Jong Wade, you

Three can share experiences…”

Schmidt threw the two obviously uneasy young reporters to Wade, who was even more stinky and left behind.

Priff took a sip of hot water and asked with great concern: "Mr. Schmidt, there is still half an hour left, the security forces are about to launch an attack on this place. Are you not worried at all?"

Plef knew that Schmidt would never go out to sign any evil agreement, so the security army's attack would be imperative and inevitable in half an hour.

But Cohen Knightbin seemed more confident than Priff, and he pursed his lips and said, "It's okay, Mr. Benjamin. Since you and I have both put the bet on Mr. Schmidt's side, then we have to have it for him."

Confidence, and I see Mr. Schmidt so calm, he must be confident and absolutely sure to block the attack of the Morgan Consortium! Tsk tsk. Look at those soldiers, the seriousness should not be underestimated!"

"Haha, it's Mr. Knightbin who knows me!"

Schmidt laughed: "Yes, what is the JB thing for the security guards? As long as they dare to step into our defense range, I will let them know why the road surface is so red today..."

After saying that, Schmidt spoke in Plef and Cohen's ears, and Plef's eyes suddenly lit up: "What, you mean, the main force of the escort team is not..."

Similarly, Cohen, who was already extremely confident, was even more energetic: "So, the main force is actually in the village..."

Half an hour passed in a flash, and seeing that there was still no movement in the small tall building, Pulitzer's face suddenly sank, his palm pressed down, and ordered: "All security forces have, attack!"

After the order was issued, nearly a thousand security guards took action. They were divided into four parts and launched a charge towards the small tall buildings in Zhongyāng from four directions, southeast, west and north!

They shouted the command and took a neat pace. They were quite heroic and proud. Some of the soldiers shouted the most hard, but there was no reason. They were the people who had fired at Pulitzer. They hoped to make up for it with their actions.

Their bad impressions in Pulitzer's mind.

How many people are there?

It depends on what reference object. At least at this moment, the narrow streets of Mingyue Village are covered with people, and the black heads are like endless, like dark clouds covering the sky. They are rushing towards the small tower with an invincible posture.

, It seems to be swallowing it in one bite!

Finally, the first security soldier crossed the fine ring line of the small tall building, and the first bullet of the guard team was fired out of the small tall building almost at the same time.

With a scream of 'ah', the security soldier burst into blood from his chest and fell to the ground weakly. The first drop of blood indicates that the second exchange of fire between the escort and the security guards in Mingyue Village officially kicked off.

!

With the first shot, there were endless attacks... Countless gunshots began to echo over the streets, crisp and harsh, and the miserable howlings of the security soldiers were constantly making noises, with the gunshots.

It was woven into a strange concerto. The guards in the small tall building had very accurate shooting skills. Every time the shot in the building was fired, a security soldier rushing in front would inevitably fall down!

Look, it has only been more than ten seconds since the Security Army launched a charge and crossed the ring line, but the security Army soldiers were like harvested wheat, falling down one after another, and at least thirty have been lost.

Many people!

Too, too accurate, right? What kind of combat power is this?

Pulitzer stood behind and witnessed the battle situation with his own eyes. He was shocked: Did Sinclair really... destroy their main force?

Pulitzer had been with Schmidt before, focusing on his safety and did not pay much attention to the combat effectiveness of the escort team, but now he looked at it from a hostile perspective and suddenly saw the horror of the escort team.

Although the small tall building seems isolated, it is vaguely a rock in the waves. If you roll up thousands of snow, I will remain unmoved!

Although the security soldiers were falling down constantly, their number was too large. They stepped on the corpse of their companions and the dyed ground, and finally broke into the 20-meter range in front of the small tall building.

This is true on all sides.

"Roll, everyone rushed in and killed the guard dogs and bastards inside!"

"Damn it, you dare to resist stubbornly, you're looking for death! Everyone follows me to avenge the dead brothers!"

...

Seeing that victory was right in front of him, the security guards roared and shouted, gathered together, running towards the small tower regardless of everything. It has to be said that the guard's divine shooting has annoyed the group of veterans.

No matter how accurate your gun is, it takes time to change bullets. With so many of us, can you kill them all?

However, just as the west entrance of the small tall building was about to be broken, a grayish-white package suddenly dropped on it, burning the lead, and suddenly fell into the most densely populated area in the security army.

With a loud "boom", the explosion burst ruthlessly among the security guards. Countless screams sounded, at least more than 40 people, without even saying a word, they were blown into minced limbs on the spot.

The aftermath of the big explosion also caused the soldiers around to be hit by debris. The roar hurt his eardrums and his head damaged. A person raised his eyes and fell down straight as if he was drunk.

This is just the tragic situation of the Western Security Army. There are at least one explosive pack falling down in the other three directions surrounding the small high-rise building. The "boom boom boom" sounded for several consecutive times, and the bottom of the small high-rise building immediately turned into a sea of ​​purgatory fire, Shura

Hell, just this, at least two hundred security soldiers lost their lives forever!

Shocked by this sudden explosion, the remaining soldiers also lost the courage to continue attacking. They threw away their guns, hugged their heads, and ran back in panic like seeing the devil. Some even made inhuman mouths.

My whispers may be so scared!

"Those explosive packs... are, they are true!"

Pulitzer could see clearly from behind that the explosive packs that had dropped from a small tall building were clearly the ones tied to Schmidt and Wade! Thinking of this, he always believed that those explosive packs were Shi.

Mr. Morgan, who was lying to the point of being a lie, couldn't help but sweat.

On the side, Jin Clay and others were also very grateful. Jin Clay patted his chest and said repeatedly: "Okay. It's so dangerous. Fortunately, we didn't force Schmidt to do anything. Otherwise, we might have been blown up to death.

The meat sauce is over! Well, just like those poor soldiers, haha!"
To be continued...