"Ah!" Chumluo screamed loudly, as if he wanted to vent his suppressed anger.
He really couldn't figure out why his actions were exposed this time and where the problem lay.
The other party seemed to have known all their action plans for a long time, but this plan was planned by him, the thin man and the strong man along the way, and there was no possibility of them betraying him.
Suddenly, Chumluo thought of Marvel, that seemingly harmless responder who seemed to have no problems.
"It's him! It's him!" He shouted crazily, letting blood spurt out from the holes in his body: "Come out! Come out! Bastard! Bastard!"
He struggled to sit up. At this time, one of his men who was using the carriage as a cover was hit by a bullet and fell beside him.
The bullets hitting the already dead body could still splash flesh and blood, and even Chumro didn't notice when the flesh and blood hit him.
Already crazy, he struggled to stand up and rushed to the door of the Earl's Mansion desperately. He felt that as long as he could break open the door, he would still have a chance of winning.
The wooden door... gave him hope.
Just when he was about to accumulate strength and break open the door, his last surviving subordinate was hit in the head by an incoming bullet, his skull was shattered, and blood flew everywhere.
Chumluo completed his preparations in the hail of bullets. He took a deep breath, and then limped towards the heavy door wrapped with iron bars.
He imagined that he could break open the door, then rush into the building bravely, and continue to deal with those damn enemies.
Unfortunately, when he hit the door, he finally remembered one thing - he was no longer the same person he was three years ago!
Three years ago, he was strong and strong, with a strong body and a strong body. His brute strength allowed him to easily break open ordinary doors.
Now, he is so thin that only his bones are left - the injuries on his body have depleted his vitality, and he can no longer be as lively as before.
So, completely different from what he had imagined before, he was like a piece of mud stuck to the heavy wooden door, only knocking himself into pieces.
The cold, heavy door panel was simply unbreakable. It was as if he had hit a wall, and he felt like the world was spinning.
When he came to his senses again, he saw the fake driver's subordinate who was beaten into a sieve next to the gate, staring at him with a pair of bloody eyes.
For a moment, he was frightened, and he wanted to retreat, away from this subordinate who was already a corpse.
As a result, before he could retreat, his back was hit by multiple bullets.
He knew that he was finished. Even though he had escaped death so many times, he could feel that he was finished this time.
At this moment, he was surrounded by a desperate situation. And unlike the previous times, no one could take advantage of the chaos to rescue him this time.
He just lay on the door, listening to the gunshots around him gradually becoming sparse, feeling his life force slipping away from his body little by little.
Finally, when he thought he was about to die, he heard a man's voice: "This man... looks at the tattoo... like the wanted criminal..."
"It's him! He's the murderer who killed Count Fischereau!" Another voice rang: "Don't let him die! Check his clothes and take away all weapons! Pay attention to safety!"
With his face pressed against the wooden door, Chumluo no longer had the strength to raise his head to see who was speaking behind him.
However, for some reason, he could still clearly hear the person behind him saying: "Do you want to inform Lord Alice?"
He swore that he had never listened to someone so carefully in his life. Every word, every pause, was like a bell beating on his brain.
He could feel someone touching his body, and a strong hand took away his last revolver from his waist.
For a moment, he felt like someone touched his thighs and butt. If he hadn't been shot several times, he might have strangled the bastard who touched him to death.
However, soon, his remaining attention was attracted by the voice: "Are you kidding... This is a battlefield, and we cannot guarantee the absolute safety of Lady Alice."
"Then how do we deal with this person?" When he heard this question, he was very curious and curious about how these people would deal with themselves.
You know, he is a wanted criminal - Datang Group has offered a reward of 5,000 gold coins for his head. Count Ronin Alice of Beiling is even more ruthless, offering a bounty of 10,000 gold coins to kill him.
many.
If that girl named Alice could come and kill him personally, then he should still have a chance - as long as they relax their vigilance, he might actually be able to pull a woman to be his backer before dying.
Hey Hey……
He even laughed in his heart, and he even felt that he had pinched a woman's slender neck.
Looking at Chumluo who was only breathing, the commander of the Datang Group standing there said coldly. "What else can we do? Kill him and report to Lady Alice."
Chumluo was stunned for a moment, and then heard another voice asking: "I understand... You come, or do I?"
"It's free, you can do it if you want." Such a voice made Chumluo shudder.
He really didn't expect that these people really didn't intend to take credit, but were going to deal with him directly.
Then, he heard someone say again: "You'd better do it! I don't want to write those boring reports."
The other party even gave in to shooting, which made him feel humiliated, a shame of being looked down upon.
Therefore, he moved his fingers, wanting to strike back violently and let these two bastards see how powerful Mr. Chumro was.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! However, in the whole body, only the fingers seemed to respond to his thoughts.
Immediately afterwards, the two people behind them determined who would take action: "Hmm, then I will do it."
Then, Chumro heard the click of the pistol being loaded.
"Bang!"......
With a gunshot, the one-armed and lame Chumluo... died.
Count Fischereau's great revenge has only at this moment been able to recover part of the interest.
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In Dragon City, it was just dawn. In Tang Mo's castle, in his huge restaurant, Leo sent the news he had just received: "Master! The news just came back from Wolf City. Our people followed the plan.
Annihilated the assassin who assassinated Miss Alice."
Tang Mo had just had breakfast. It was a hearty breakfast, with fresh milk, bread, chicken in sauce, and seven or eight kinds of vegetables and fruits.
For Tang Mo, no matter how extravagant he is, it is already frugal - he is now as rich as anyone else, and he really doesn't need any restraint when it comes to eating.
The only thing that needs to be considered is his personal health problems. High cholesterol, unhealthy diet, high blood pressure, and diabetes are considered suicide.
So he only ate a little bit of each item, and while wiping his mouth, he asked: "Is no one hurt?"
The dining table he sits on is really huge, and it can easily sit down for dozens of people eating together.
This dining table was prepared for Tang Mo to treat guests to dinner in the castle, but no one has received this honor yet.
"No one was injured, Chumluo is dead." Leo stood respectfully beside Tang Mo and opened his mouth to report.
"...There's no surprise this time, right?" Tang Mo put down the handkerchief he was wiping his mouth with and glanced at Leo.
Yesterday, he knew that the leader of the opponent's actions was Chumluo, which was another reason why he changed his mind and decided to strike first before the opponent could take action.
Leo was a little embarrassed, because after all, Chumluo's survival to this day was partly due to his Silver Fox's dereliction of duty. So he lowered his head slightly, lowered his voice and said: "There is no accident, it has been confirmed that it is him, but he has lost a lot of weight.
That’s why he escaped many pursuits.”
After pausing for a second, he continued to add: "He has received retribution in the past two years. The body only has one hand and one foot. One of his hands and one leg were amputated..."
"What kind of retribution is this? He died so happily..." Tang Mo sneered. He had always had a good relationship with Count Fischerot, and he also liked an upright person like Fischerot, so he committed murder.
Fischereau's murderer was filled with hatred.
What's more... Fischero's daughter is now his, so Tang Mo is naturally not willing to let Chumluo go so easily.
"Sorry, the commander on site was afraid of having long nights and dreams, so he executed him directly. Do you want to punish him?" Leo asked.
Tang Mo waved his hand: "Are you kidding! The frontline commanders did a good job, and we will follow this judgment in the future! I care more about the safety of our own people than a dead person."
"Yes, Master." Leo obeyed: "Everyone will sing your kindness."
"The enemy will not praise my kindness...Leo." Tang Mo stood up: "Alice, is there no problem?"
"No, Miss Alice just insisted on seeing Chumro's body. Then she took people to the cemetery of Lord Fisherro..." Leo replied.
Tang Mo nodded and walked towards the door: "Okay, now the enemy's claws that stretched out to me have been chopped off... Then, should we also make them realize that stretching their claws towards us is an extremely serious matter?
Something stupid?"
Leo followed Tang Mo and said as he walked: "Our people will start taking action soon..."
"I don't want to hear the news of failure. It's best for our people to come back safely." Tang Mo walked in front without looking back.
"Yes." Leo continued to agree: "I will do my best..."
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The efficiency of staying up late is really low... I procrastinate and can't write 100 words in a long time...
