After getting this conclusion, everyone knew a little more about the cruelty of the cement demon. Both radicals and moderates have consciously stayed away from the cement demon by three or four meters.

The result of this is naturally that the cement demon is very dissatisfied. How can there be less material around the people who are creative?

So the more frantic hunting began.

In this case, the CP member in the suit man has nothing to do. He was seriously injured and he barely protected in front of a group of moderate members.

Before the swordsman came back, trying to hit three on his own was an absolute death-hunting behavior.

"This person is disgusting, Qin Luo, kill him later." Taotu couldn't help but said, seeing this scene through the video phone worm on the second floor.

Beside her, Qin Luo, the Drake father and son, and their guard captain nodded involuntarily.

There was a lot of sweat on the old Drake's head, which is definitely not hot in the current temperature, so the old Drake was a cold sweat that was scared.

His son was even more unbearable, his face pale, he held his mouth with one hand, and looked very uncomfortable.

Before some sour and smelly substances appeared in the room, Qin Luo waved his hand, and the red beads appeared in his hands. A little vitality rippled into Drake's nose, instantly alleviating his symptoms.

Qin Luo found that the vitality stored by swallowing has many effects, not only can stimulate wound healing, but also have miraculous effects on some physical symptoms.

Ignoring Drake's gratitude, Qin Luo followed Taotu's words and replied: "No problem, I have always seen such a human distorted monster and ghost."

Qin Luo thought that he could almost shoot, the power consumption on both sides was about the same, and it was about time to close the net.

Just now, Guideng Suizuki and Hoshigaki Kisame sent a message via a phone worm that all members of the Guardian family were rescued, and nothing was missed.

Qin Luo doesn't need to pay attention to the lives of people like Luo.

The most labor-saving way is to wait for the radicals like Rod to kill the moderates, and then Qin Luo will clean up the radicals on the stage.

But no matter how good the plan is, it cannot keep up with the speed of change.

Knowing that he was in a bad situation, the moderate old man Edwin swallowed his last breath and signaled the moderates to open the final trump card.(Read more @ hotmtlnovel.xyz)

Just listen to the old man tremblingly say:

"Second Battalion Commander, where's your fucking Italian cannon? Pull it over for me."

Keke, it's on the stage.

The real situation is like this.

The old man, who knew the situation was extremely bad, whispered: "Execute Plan C and let our gunners directly bombard the entire Drake's villa."

Several other moderate members listened, and their feet shivered and almost fell to the ground. The old man seemed to be unable to live by himself, so he wanted to bring everyone to the funeral.

Even the man in the suit couldn't help but glanced at the old man more after hearing it. This old man was ruthless enough that he didn't even plan to let it go.

Before the battle started tonight, the moderates only discussed two plans, A and B. In Plan A, everyone will break into the Drake house and eliminate all radicals at the banquet.

Now plan A is no longer feasible, and in theory, plan B should be carried out. It was the moderates who fought and retreated, leading the radical chasers into the ambush. There, the moderates deployed enough artillery and explosives to ensure that the radicals could come back and forth.

The so-called Plan C is an extension of Plan B, which is actually a plan that was rejected.

Plan C was proposed by a man in a suit, taking advantage of the majority of the artillery in Southern Hillraf in the hands of the moderates, and directly using artillery to complete the blockade of the villa area.

As long as sufficient ammunition and artillery are prepared, the villa area will be wiped out in a few successive artillery baptisms. For details, please refer to Marine's slaughter order.

This plan is too crazy, and many moderate members strongly oppose it.

Annihilation order, this is not as simple as three words. What was behind that represented a life, not counting the far away, but from the nearest point of view, O'Hara's misfortune was still vivid.

Time has passed for so long, and the island where O'Hara used to be is still a piece of scorched earth, without any vitality. The villa area is the symbol of the Chamber of Commerce in South Hill Laf. The destruction of the villa area will be a very serious blow to the image of the Chamber of Commerce.

Moreover, in addition to the radicals in the villa area, the moderates also arranged many of their own troops and mercenaries in the villas, plus some other innocent personnel. Wouldn't the lives of these people be ignored?

The most important thing is who will carry the pot, once plan C is implemented.

The reason why these people are called moderates is relatively high in the bottom line. While cherishing feathers and fame, they are also indecisive and benevolent.

In this case, men in suits are naturally very contemptuous.

At the end of the day, the proposal could not be ignored, but the old man Edwin secretly arranged it.

"But, in this way, we can...actually, we can, we can first..." The other moderates stubbornly wanted to oppose the old man's order, but after thinking about it for a long time, they couldn't find a more suitable way.

"Fools, do you think that with the three high-level combat powers on the opposite side here, can we still run away?" The old man lying on the ground vomited another mouthful of blood because of his excitement.

"Uh...this..."

No one answered this question, because the answer is already obvious.

"What are you worried about? Even if we die, haven't all the heirs of the family behind us have been selected? As long as all the radical forces are eliminated here, the future South Hill Raf will not be ruled by our family. What can we do if we sacrifice some for the future of the family"

The others stared at each other, speechless. The old man said that he was light, and he didn't have to live for a few years and sacrificed for the family. We still want to live for a few more years.

Seeing that there was no response, the old man continued: "And I'm ready. I have the letters sent by the Drake family to both people. When the time comes, I will throw the black pot that bombarded the villa area on the Drake family. Just say they Both sides set off, wanting to use this method to gain the rule of South Hill Raf."

The people beside him couldn't help but sucked in a breath, and looked at the old man like a monster. He didn't even plan to make the Drake family feel better at first.

Time is short, as the cement demons and old women continue to kill, fewer and fewer soldiers stand in front of the moderate members. The old man's constant coughing also urged them to make a decision.

From the old man’s suggestion to the decision, two minutes, one minute, maybe less.

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