Gamers Are Fierce

　　 Yellow-green chlorine was poured into the safe room. As the density of chlorine is higher than that of air, it looks like a yellow-green waterfall falling from above the door frame.

　　 Li Ang waved his hand to signal his companions to go a little further. He held the rubber hose with his left hand, and Shi Shiran took out the full-covering respirator from the backpack rail with his right hand and put it on himself.

　　 Through the respirator, he shouted from the urn, "If you want to survive, open the door yourself!"

　　 The metal door of the side chamber has been twisted and broken by a grenade, and a large amount of poisonous gas has been poured in an instant.

　　 Soon, there were arduous breathing and coughing sounds in the room,

　　 "Ahem."

　　 "Cough cough cough cough."

　　 "Sizzle...sizzle..."

　　 Downstairs of this safe house are the warehouses and factories. Tamar Riadi, who took his life, naturally considered the problem of toxic gas leakage and prepared seven or eight different types of gas masks in the safe house.

　　 The problem is that there are not only Tamar Riadi and his cronies in the room, but also a dozen people including Santos...

　　 Soon, roaring, arguing, arguing and beating in Filipino came from the room.

　　 "Boom boom boom",

　　 Gunshots sounded, and the metal door of the side room was forcibly pushed open, and three or four people (some of them were covered with blood on their clothes) rolled out of the room.

　　 Since the number of gas masks is limited, those who did not grab the mask had to fight for their lives, open the alloy gate, and surrender to Li Ang in exchange for the last chance.

　　 These people have distorted faces, squinting their eyes, covering their mouths and noses, and staggering towards the front door.

　　 tried his last bit of strength, turned the ring handle of the alloy door, and opened the door.

　　 The door was opened, and fresh air poured in.

　　 Li Ang drew the rubber hose, closed the valve, put the chlorine container into the backpack rail, and retreated to the back of the wall by the gate wall.

　　 The few people who opened the door were already confused and unable to open their eyes. They could only stagger and fall on the edge of the door frame.

　　 Before the tower waited for them to enjoy enough sweet and pure air, they were sifted by bullets from behind by a few shuttles.

　　 The shooters were naturally the loyal thugs who rushed out of the side room and belonged to Tamar Riadi.

　　 These thugs are wearing gas masks, but they are desperate inside.

　　 Eighty or ninety brothers, they all died unclearly, and the opponent was just a small S.W.A.T. squad that was beaten and broken up.

　　 Now, it is no longer the special operations forces that are caught in the urn, but themselves.

　　"DaDaDaDa"

　　 While shooting towards the open door, the gunmen pulled Tamar Riadi and Santos Aquino, who also wore gas masks, to retreat to another room on the right side of the safe house.

　　 Unfortunately, Li Ang will not give them this opportunity.

　　 He took out the grenade launcher, let the launcher lean on the door frame, and fired a grenade at the thugs.

　　 The grenade pierced through the chlorine fumes, exploded slamming, and blasted the gang members like burlap bags.

　　 Li Ang put away the grenade launcher, took out the rifle, leaned against the door frame and fired accurately, headshot the gang members who were still alive.

　　 Only Tamar Riadi, who wears a Mediterranean hairstyle, and Santos Aquino, who wears a black suit, remain.

　　 Tamar Riadi, who was hit by the explosion shock wave frontally, clearly felt that his ribs had broken several times, and he lost consciousness in one arm and two thighs.

　　 He rolled over with difficulty, breathing hard, watching Li Ang slowly walk into the room, and raised the muzzle towards himself.

　　 Four gunshots, Tamar Riadi’s elbows and knees were all penetrated by bullets,

　　 Under the severe pain, his forehead burst into sweat instantly.

　　 How long has it been, I never thought it hurt like this... he fainted when he thought about it.

　　 Li Ang put down his guns. He has completed the task of destroying 100 gang members. It is only a matter of time before Tamar Riadi died due to blood loss.

　　 The only thing that needs to be dealt with right now is Santos Aquino, who was also affected by the shock wave and was breathing **** the ground.

　　 step on.

　　 Li Ang stepped on the back of Santos’s hand, his army boots pressed harder, only to hear a "click".

　　 Santos' little finger and ring finger were forcibly broken and fractured, while Li Ang was still twisting the soles of his feet, crushing Santos' fractured parts.

　　 Ten fingers connected to the heart. Under the severe pain, Santos' body was curled up like a lobster, his face was flushed, his eyes were red with violent eyes, and there was no sound from his wide open mouth.

　　 Li Ang slowly raised the soles of his feet, bent down, grabbed the neckline of Santos's suit, and asked indifferently: "Tell me your value."

　　 "I, I have a lot of money."

　　 "I don't care about money." Li Ang shook his head. The 300,000 U.S. dollars in cash given by Liu Wuzao alone was enough for him to spend a while, and Santos didn't carry much cash with him.

　　 "My brother is Cruz, Cruz Aquino, ahem, don't you S.W.A.T. just want to hold me and threaten my brother."

　　 Santos endured the severe pain, and said: "He loves me very much. Believe me, as long as you send him my video, he will suspend his attack on Malawi City..."

　　 "Sorry, I don't care about this either."

　　 Li Ang tilted his head and looked at Santos, his sharp eyes kept sweeping the latter's neck, as if he was looking at the angle from which to cut the knife.

　　 "I, I know many powerful people, understand, very powerful."

　　 Santos swallowed hard, and said laboriously: "They are the small group of people who are really standing at the top of the pyramid, ruling, managing, and setting rules for the operation of human society.

　　 financiers, industrialists, monopolies, oligarchs, chaebols, capital giants, top powers...I serve them.

　　 In this network of relationships, you only need to leak a little bit of trivial resources to help you reach the sky in one step. "

"Oh?"

　　 Li Ang had to admit that he was slightly interested in this, and said calmly: "I don't think that the younger brother of a trash rebel leader in a remote country can connect with the so-called ‘top power’."

　　 Santos heaved a sigh of relief, did not dare to lie, and said honestly: "In the past, this is naturally impossible.

　　 But half a year ago, I joined a very secretive multinational organization through a wealthy heir friend I met when I was studying in the UK.

　　 That organization is called Yunhua. "

　　 "..."

　　 Li Ang's eyes narrowed, and he said lukewarm: "Go on."

　　 Santos sighed, endured the pain in his fingers, and said, "That organization has a very long history, and its members are top powers all over the world.

　　 Like me, who is only connected with a certain rebel army in the Philippines, it is naturally impossible to become a full member.

　　But,"

　　Santoston paused, and continued: "Those who are above all need people at the bottom to do dirty work for them that is not easy to do by themselves."

　　 Li Ang raised his eyebrows, "For example?"

　　 "Producing compounds."

　　Santostan said: "As a peripheral member, I am responsible for contacting gang leaders like Tamar Riadi in the Philippines, and commissioning them to produce some special compounds called'Emperor Flower'."

　　 Then, Santos informed Li Ang one by one of the characteristics of Yunhua and its sub-products.

"The most inferior product, named Tanhua 1, is the ones you see in the warehouse downstairs ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ which are organized to ask us to sell to the bottom poisonous insects of the society. Only for proliferation, not for Make money."

　　 "The more high-end product is called Yunhua 2. The preparation conditions for this type of compound are more stringent. It can only be produced a little at a time, but the effect is stronger. It is installed in the metal box in the next bedroom."

　　 "The organization attaches great importance to each batch of Yunhua 2 produced and has a special arrangement."

　　 "But because of his own opinion, he disrupted the organization and arrangements, so that my brother came to the rescue, and it was bound to be seized."

Li Ang interrupted: "Wait, if it's really like what you said, the dignitaries who rule the world ask you to produce epiphanies 1, 2, then why don't they use their network of relationships, in Africa or South America? How many super large factories are set up, and then all the goods are sent to all parts of the world?

　　 But like now, all production factories are scattered all over the world? "

　　 "The only organizational requirement for Yunhua products is to spread and spread as quickly and efficiently as possible."

　　Santos replied: “Due to geographical and traffic factors, the large number of low-level processing plants all over the world are far more efficient in terms of communication than a few giant factories.

　　 And the prerequisite for the preparation of Yunhua 2 is that a large amount of Yunhua 1 is needed for purification,

　　 So every batch of Epiphany 2 produced in low-level processing plants is limited and special. "

　　 It turned out to be like this.

　　 Li Ang knew in his heart, and asked, "Where did Tamar Riadi originally send the goods?"

　　 Santos hesitated for a moment and said, "Yin City."