"Hmph, I met a nosy guy."

Mrs. Gao looked resentful, "He is not strong, but he has a strange flame on his body. If he sticks it a little, he is like a tarsal worm and cannot be shaken off. Moreover, the most difficult thing is that the other party seems to have a certain degree of immortality."

"Not only is it okay for me to pierce the heart, but even the rocket is still jumping around. Now the other party seems to be coming to us, and we have to kill him."

Several others began to whisper, and some expressed doubts about Mrs. Gao's remarks. After all, the Handicraft Association was not a whole, but more like an allied organization.

The five people each have their own forces, their subordinates and gangs, just join forces to keep warm, but it does not mean that everyone spends money together. They usually work hard to make money.

Of course, they are still very united in external circumstances.

Mrs. Gao said: "I checked it and liked riding motorcycles with fire. It's a bit like the most mysterious ghost rider in New York recently. It is said that he destroyed the mainland hotels, and the other party's identity is suspected to be an exorcist named Roger."

Another person responded, "Roger? No wonder, it's hard to mess with people who can hold a reward of 100 million US dollars but make the mainland hotel afraid to move."

"Okay." Alexandra, the main brain of the Soldier Association, interrupted the conversation between several people. "No matter whether the other party is coming for us or not, you must be prepared. If you don't come to provoke us, it would be fine. If you dare to do so, you will destroy him and let others know that our Soldier Association is not that easy to provoke."

After saying that, the five people began to reconcile. These five people were: Alexandra, Madam Gao, Botto, Sowanda and Murakami.

Several of them were from Kunlun and were expelled from the master using dragon bone fossils to achieve the purpose of immortality.

But they lived for hundreds of years, even a pig became a master of martial arts.

Although the few people are extremely old, their bodies are all maintained as energetic as they were when they were young, and because of their high martial arts skills, ordinary people cannot beat them at all.

Most people don’t know how many trump cards they have hidden, and they like to join in groups, which is why they have not been wiped out for so many years.

———

"I don't know if these weapons are enough?" Roger moved the weapons in the morning and placed them at home. There were a room full of AKs and M4a1s, and there were not many rifles, just one hundred, but there were more bullets.

The bearded Lao Lei said that because of the time being, many of them were brought from others. If there was no time to check one by one, he gave Roger a box of mechanical lubricant and asked Roger to oil himself to check.

Fortunately, the ak weapon has a feature, which is that it is very convenient to disassemble and assemble the parts, so several clones were divided to help with assembly and inspection.

Ring--

"Hmm?! Who is looking for me?" Roger picked up his phone with a question mark on his face, "Hey, who?"

"Your weapons are not enough to destroy the Hands' Association." A hoarse male voice came from the phone.

"Hmm? Who are you? Are you monitoring me?" Roger was startled and quickly looked around to see if a rocket had flew in.

"You are the black man who hid in the dark that day and sniped Mrs. Gao?"

A silence was heard on the phone, and a hoarse voice came again, "I'm not a black person..."

"If you want to destroy the Handicraft Association, you can go to xxxx in the suburbs, where there are some gadgets I prepared, which should help you."

"Hey, you actually want to eliminate the joining party, so let's make an appointment to meet... Hey? Why are you hanging up the phone?" Roger looked unhappy. This guy obviously wanted him to be cannon fodder and rush forward to hide behind and harvest bosses. This has always been his own business...

Cannon fodder is just cannon fodder, as long as there are benefits—

I drove to the place where the man in black mentioned on the phone, which was an abandoned factory. I went in and searched, opened the warehouse in the factory and took a look.

"Good guy, did this guy rob the arsenal?" Roger looked at the arms in front of him in amazement.

From pistol revolver Colt to heavy machine gun Gatling M240, all of them are available, rpg that's all small.

"Good guy, this is the Browning M2, this is the Negve light machine gun, the m60 machine gun, the Thomson?m14 automatic rifle."

Even the bulletproof vests are placed, there are bulletproof helmets, and they are all bulletproof protective gears of level 4.

Looking at the room full of guns and military supplies, Roger drooled, what are you waiting for? Pack them all away-

After Roger left with satisfaction, a man in black drove to the factory in a car. He also wanted to replenish his weapons. When he opened them, he was stunned.

"Where are my weapons? All of them were emptied for that guy?" The man in black looked at the empty warehouse stupidly. Oh no, there were still a few bullets that accidentally fell on the ground.

That day, I saw that the other party had no weapons and thought it was a poor man. He held that enemy was a friend and wanted to send the other party to get a few better weapons before going to die. As a result, this man did not talk about martial ethics and directly emptied his inventory...

The man in black who was extremely depressed gave up this warehouse directly. It was easy to get a gun, but it was not easy to get so many different types of collections.

Fortunately, I didn't plan to rush forward alone and asked that guy to be cannon fodder first. The man in black kept comforting himself, turned around and rushed to his own car, and he wanted to rush to a safe house where some of the guns he had stored.

Looking closely, there was a dark skull on the clothes on the chest of the man in black......

———

"Start off, the slags who joined hands will be eliminated after cutting the grass. If they are offended, they will all be destroyed." Roger murmured to himself.

He has found out that the headquarters of the Handicraft Association has been found through Lao Lei, a local bearded man. All the factories in it are theirs.

Use a chemical factory to cover it up, then transport the semi-finished products and make them into finished laundry detergent for Mrs. Gao’s processing plant in an uninhabited place. The profit will be hundreds of times.

Because of fear of leaks, I would buy the entire industrial park directly. Anyway, the land in this country is very cheap, and the manufacturing industry fled a lot, so local factories not only do not impose taxes, but also have subsidies because it can drive employment rates.

However, the industrial zone of the Handicraft Association is selling dog meat with the title of sheep. It is full of their own people, and the workers on the outermost side do not know what they do.

It’s not just about being a good person. With a physical industry, they can launder money, otherwise the large amount of money selling laundry detergent will never be ashamed.

It was also a dark and windy night, and the murder and setting fires, Roger sent his specialty, Gobl, to detect the people inside.

The reason why I chose to attack at night was that one was to facilitate the transformation of the Ghost Rider, and the other was that ordinary workers got off work without worrying about hurting the innocent.

The ordinary people recruited by the Handicraft Association to work for eight hours a day, and there was no overtime work all night. After twelve o'clock, Roger knocked and sneaked into their nest.

Not long after sneaking in, I found that there was something different here. Someone was patrolling? And I was not an ordinary person, but also a security guard dressed in a ninja who had certain martial arts skills.

"What a fucking era? You still play ninjas to let you know that you will be beaten if you fall behind." Roger murmured, "Come out, my Burning Legion."

The projection spell was activated, and one clone after another changed out directly. The difference was that the elderly Loki was green and Roger was the color of the flame.

Each projection clone has three guns, a pistol, a AK backup, and a charge. Some are Thomson and some are M60.

Leading were Tomco and Arnold, an m60 heavy machine gun, and a Gatlin, with a box of bullet chains on his back. These two were specially made by Roger and increased their mana. They did not hit the head like other clones and died.

"Go, five people and a small team, the scumbags who have joined the party."

"Haha, I don't have to charge on the bench this time."

"Hehehe, the body, is there a small trumpet? I want to shout for them to surrender. There are all Azu outside."

The other one slapped him directly, "Idiot, this is Arnold, you should say that there are Terminators outside."

"No, it's Stallone. It should be said that there are all Brother Long outside."

"Okay, OK." Roger covered his head, a little painful, "You guys should quickly separate and start to act. Don't be fooled. When I see you, I realize that I am so annoying."

"receive."

"Affect the order."

After dozens of projection teams separated, Roger created another batch, and then the cycle ended until more than one hundred and fifty.

There are too many people, and my head hurts. If it is a building, it will be much more convenient than this. The projection created by the elderly Loki is obviously one level higher and can even use spells.

Roger felt that he was getting to master the advanced version. After all, after practicing a lot, he naturally became familiar with advanced projection.

Boom! ~

An explosion came from a distance, and Roger knew that his Burning Legion had begun to attack.

"Kill, kill this group of outdated things."

Roger's projection clone charged forward with excitement, and the thugs on the opposite hand were shocked.

Where did this fully armed man come out?

"Haha, a group of old old things that are outdated, are they still playing ninjas, is it useful to us?" A projector clone that looks like Tombeg directly picked up the ak soothing and was a bunch of peanuts.

A group of ninjas received all lunch boxes, but they hadn't realized what was going on.

Some people woke up and took out their darts and pistols and started to fight back.

"Hey, there are pistols, it doesn't seem so outdated."

That's right, how can we not use pistols in the country of guns?

The mirror clone began to fight with each other.

At this time, a man in black hidden in the dark saw this scene with a military night vision telescope.

"This guy is simply not a human being. Where did so many outlaws find it?"

The man in black looked confused. He was at Mrs. Gao's place last time, and it was even more explosive here, just like a special forces attacking the gangsters.
Chapter completed!