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    0733 Choose it

    ¡°Launch rescue operations.¡±

    Mark received the information from Sophia and knew that Liao Yang had made a tactical gesture, so he immediately gave the order.  Several people who were smoking around him suddenly pulled out their pistols and fired continuously at the surroundings.

    Everything happened in a blink of an eye, like Huo Daqiang, who was smoking with a Mexican guard just now and saying hello, and the next second he was shot in the chin.

    The Thunder Team is just like their name, Thunder Attacks!

    Secretary Jin¡¯s revolver fired continuously, as if possessed by a gun god, the gun shot the head, and every bullet could kill an armed militant.  The two machine gunners on the watchtower were directly knocked out, and they fell from the top when their bodies tilted.

    Fang Dongshan was like a monkey at this time, climbing up a watchtower in twos and twos, grabbing the machine gun on it, and shooting continuously at the surrounding guards.  The bullets poured out, washing the ground wildly, sweeping away the armed forces of the drug lord.

    In less than a minute, the gate position has been cleared.

    At the same time, Liao Yang was covered in blood, like an evil warrior crawling out of hell.  But the surrounding battle maids have already reacted. The two battle maids opposite Liao Yang have raised their p90s and pulled the trigger!

    Da da da!

    The sound of bullets exploded, echoing in the air.  And Liao Yang held up the body of the maid from the previous battle, as if wearing clothes inside out.  These bullets hit the maid's body, bursting into beautiful and coquettish blood flowers.  But Isabella was so frightened that she screamed repeatedly, squatted on the ground and hid under the dining table.

    Liao Yang grabbed the P90 that the battle maid had hung in his hand and launched a counterattack.

    His bullets were like death's scythes, and his shooting skills were astonishing. They continuously hit the heads of the two combat maids without any mercy, causing their beautiful heads to burst into blood.

    After killing the first two, Liao Yang leaned against the wall behind him and kept walking around, using the wall, table and the maid's body as a shield to block other people's shots.

    He didn't care at all that his line of sight was blocked by the maid, as if he could determine the opponent's location just by listening to the sound of the opponent's shooting.

    By the time the P90 ran out of bullets, most of the combat maids in the room had been reduced to half, and the rest had also run out of bullets.

    The maid in Liao Yang's arms had been beaten into a sieve, and the walls beside her were full of craters.

    A battle maid suddenly rushed over from the side, holding a dagger in her hand, like a hunting female leopard, launching a surprise attack on her prey!

    Liao Yang suddenly pushed away the corpse in his arms and let it hit the opposite side.  While the other party was in a hurry, he grabbed the fork on the table and stabbed the fork hard into the other party's temple!

    Kill with one blow!

    More battle maids rushed over with weapons, but Liao Yang was not afraid at all. He used various tableware and even pulled out the cross sword on the knight's armor next to him, piercing the neck of the last maid.

    Butler Bit hurriedly took out his pistol, pointed it at Liao Yang, and pulled the trigger.

    Bang bang bang!

    But his marksmanship was not very good, and Liao Yang hid behind the armor in time to block the bullets for him.

    While the housekeeper was changing the magazine, Liao Yang walked out and threw the cross sword in his hand!  Like a spear, the cross sword instantly penetrated Butler Bit's chest and nailed him to the wall.

    And all of this happened in the blink of an eye.

    The door to the restaurant was suddenly knocked open, and a combat maid rushed in.  Liao Yang was already waiting at the door. He was holding the butler's pistol in his hand and shot the other person's head off.  Then he caught her body, repeated the same trick again, stood at the door, grabbed her P90, and shot outside.

    After all the bullets were fired, the outside became quiet.  Liao Yang held the pistol again and turned around.

    "It's safe, Miss Isabella."

    Liao Yang signaled that Isabella could come out.

    But Isabella obviously hasn¡¯t come back to her senses yet. In just a moment, her bodyguards killed all the maids Those were not ordinary maids, everyone was holding a submachine gun!

    She cautiously poked her head out from under the table to take a look, and found that the bodies of the maids were all around her, and Paul Style was still sitting in his original position.  As the "king" here, he obviously does not carry any weapons. The only threatening thing is the knife and fork he holds in his hand.

    And Liao stood in front of him, covered in blood, looking more terrifying than the drug lord.

      He held the pistol in both hands and pointed it at Paul Steyer, but the drug lord didn't seem to care.

    "friend."

    Paul cut off a piece of cod and after eating, he said slowly to Liao Yang, "I don't like people pointing guns at me. It's very rude."

    "I don't think so."

    Liao Yang said expressionlessly, "This is the greatest respect I can give you."

    Seeing that the surroundings were indeed safe, Isabella got out from under the table with a little uneasiness.  But after sweeping through so many corpses in the room, a sour and disgusting feeling was uncontrollable and kept rising from his stomach.

    She lay in the corner, grabbed a porcelain vase, and vomited into it.

    "Poor Miss Isabella."

    Paul looked at her with sympathy, "You scared her."

    "It's obviously you who did all this! Damn the devil!"

    Isabella finally resisted the feeling of vomiting. She walked on slightly trembling legs and wiped the corners of her mouth awkwardly with a handkerchief. She tried hard to suppress her emotions that were about to collapse. "It was you who killed them!"

    "How could it be possible? The murderer is obviously you."

    Paul sneered, "If you agree to my proposal, they won't die, and we will cooperate happily. It's a pity, they all died because of your selfishness and it will be your turn next."  .¡±

    "You lost!"

    Isabella glared at Paul, "All of your people are gone!"

    "This is my kingdom, Miss Reporter."

    Paul pointed out the window. Gunshots were still ringing outside, and sirens were ringing. It was very lively.

    "I have many warriors, a whole army, they are very powerful! They will soon hear the news and beat you into a sieve Oh, I will keep you alive, Miss Isabella. It's just a pity  , you were originally my guest, but now you can only become a prisoner I can't imagine what you will face next, God."

    He admired the frightened expression on Isabella's face for a while as if appreciating a work of art, and then looked at Liao Yang, "As for you, strange Asian friend. I can also give you a chance, and you can survive.  Work for me. I can make you my right-hand man, and when I seize power here, you can become the Minister of Defense.¡±

    "Oh my god! So this is your purpose!"

    Isabella suddenly realized it and looked at Paul sitting under the king's portrait in disbelief, "You actually want to build your own country?"

    "Yes, Miss Isabella."

    The drug lord replied with a smile, "I want to restore the glory of the past and be the king of Mexico. Under my leadership, this country will become better, and it will be just around the corner to surpass the United States!"

    "You are really a madman"

    "Yeah?"

    Paul disagreed, "Those who boarded the Mayflower were also regarded as madmen and fools by everyone."

    "Stop flattering yourself, you are a dictator!"

    Isabella simply couldn¡¯t agree with Paul¡¯s idea.

    "My people will be here soon."

    Paul picked up the handkerchief. The maid was not there, so he could only wipe the corners of his mouth by himself. "My people will arrive soon, and there is not much time left for you to decide. Now, choose, follow me or die?" (  Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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