Trafford’s Trading Club

How about becoming the overlord of a party, owning a large area, having hundreds of subordinates, hundreds of guns and ammunition, and becoming the deserving emperor of the land?

Of course that's good, but today is not ancient times.

Chaos will eventually be eradicated, and the old times will never be a match for the wishes of the masses. Brother Ming has known from a long time ago, or since he was still at the "Imperial Capital Headquarters", that this is a road of no return.

Even a behemoth like the ‘Imperial Capital Headquarters’ was eventually defeated by the state machine. However, although this country is still in chaos due to historical issues, history is ultimately deduced by people.

Brother Ming doesn't want to be eliminated by history, and he doesn't want to be restricted by the national system... Then, let's become the rule maker.

Recruitment...this is a great opportunity.

Although the incident happened suddenly, Ming Ge keenly grasped the opportunity to change his life.

Several years in prison have already changed Brother Ming a lot. In prison, he was not disturbed by anyone. When he truly calmed down, he was more able to think about the future.

For a boss at his level, going to jail does not mean losing everything. Don’t you see that Bucky, a coward, can still live like a royal in another prison?

This country has become so corrupt.

In a few years in prison, Brother Ming learned a lot of knowledge on his own and even obtained several degrees... He began to plan another way out in life.

He is a smart person by nature. He grew up in a wealthy family when he was a child, and even had an official background. It's just that the family became a victim in the country's political struggle.

This time Roger's request caused a huge headache for the country, and Brother Ming knew that his opportunity had come.

Although he was imprisoned, the crime was not serious. The real felony had been borne by him as a scapegoat, so he was only sentenced to thirteen years in prison at first. But this time he agreed to be an official mole, which allowed him to obtain Pardon for the remainder of the sentence.

"Mr. Security Minister, your Senate President has been taken away by Crocodile. This should be a good opportunity for you. The location is... In addition, I will clear the blockade of the gate directly for you. of……"

Turning off the communicator on his personal carrier, Brother Ming wiped the blood from his face. The men Roger asked him to take with him, waiting to ambush Billy and his party, have all fallen down now.

It's easy to get rid of these guys who respect their deeds back then and have admiration in their eyes.

Even Moriah, who had worked together before, fell in a pool of blood, with confusion in his eyes, and his death was unclear.

I'm afraid they never thought until they died that a vicious villain could actually become a lackey of the government... Well, Brother Ming doesn't like the term "stooge", or "collaborator".

But there was a small flaw...that is, there was a guy who survived and informed Roger in time.

But it doesn't matter anymore. Once the police special operations team takes action, it will naturally kill the gangsters in the concert hall at an extremely fast speed.

The biggest problem was the detonator in Roger's hand. But Ming Ge didn't think that Roger would have the idea of ​​dying with the enemy. After all, this is a ruthless man who would betray even his own father in order to survive.

Maybe after getting rid of the identity of Black Boss, it would be a good choice to appear in another identity.

The funds he transferred before going to jail were quite sufficient, so...how about becoming a senator and then transforming into a politician?

"But Roger actually mastered that kind of thing..." Brother Ming sneered: "Let me hold this kind of thing."

He certainly did not report some of his conversations with Roger.

Brother Ming laughed strangely and walked forward in the darkness, but his steps were brisk, as if he were walking on a sunny avenue.

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minutes before the earlier power outage.

Listening to the screams coming from the room, the gangster who followed Crocodile at Roger's orders yawned out of boredom, lit a cigarette and started smoking comfortably.

The Crocodile boss has always been famous for his cruelty, and he likes the sport of killing. Although the leader has taken care not to kill the old man, but when he comes out, he will probably be hanging with only one breath, right?

In the room, just as the gangsters outside thought, the Senate President had been beaten into a cold sweat, and his face was even bruised and swollen.

At this time, Crocodile pulled up the old man's tie with one hand, causing him to clutch his collar painfully and struggle.

Seeing the old man's painful expression, Crocodile smiled ferociously, "Dear Uncle Prewett, you never thought that you would fall into my hands one day, right?"

"Krokdal... don't make one mistake... make another mistake..." The old man begged with difficulty.

"Since you joined the Capedon family, uncle, you have tried your best to distance yourself from our poor relatives. The Capedon family really likes you, and even pushed you all the way to the position of Senate President. But uncle, don't you also Are you a little more ruthless?" Crocodile pressed the head of the Senate President... Pervitt, and pressed hard against the wall, "But it doesn't matter, I don't want people to know that my uncle is you. Otherwise, maybe the government would be interested in talking to me about this release?”

Prewitt's eyes were filled with stars, his head was dizzy, but he suddenly felt a sense of regret... If he hadn't completely covered up the relationship between himself and Crocodile since he took power, so that the government could know something... maybe Wouldn't his situation be so dangerous now?

"It's a pity that no matter how much you regret, it's already too late." Crocodile laughed ferociously, "In less than ten minutes, I will throw your body out as Roger said. Dear Uncle Prewett, let me call you one last time."

He pushed hard on Prewett's stomach, causing Prewett to vomit out red and white turbidity, and his body twitched because of the pain.

"Krokdal, my dear nephew...let me live...I...don't have a long time to live either..." Perwit grasped the trousers of Crocodile's prison clothes with difficulty at this time and raised his head. Come and beg: "I can... I can give you all my wealth..."

He knew Crocodile's hatred for him... If it were another person, he would at least have some confidence and not beg bitterly.

Crocodile stepped directly on Prewett's palm, seemingly breaking his phalanges, and then snorted coldly: "How much wealth can you control of the Capeton family? I may not have less wealth than you. In the future, I I can even create more! The prisons in this country are useless to me! This time I am in jail and let me hide behind the scenes. Don’t you know how much my wealth has increased in the past few years? Idiot! I’ve been waiting to kill you. Twenty years! Eight minutes left...I really feel how long time is for the first time!"

Looking at Crocodile's playful smile, Pervitt felt despair.

If life is in the last few minutes, the ups and downs will emerge one after another. He had been severely beaten and severely injured, and his body had long since aged. How could he withstand it?

Perhaps his internal organs had been ruptured long ago, and Perwit felt that everything he saw in front of him became dim... This might be the moment of his death.

The door to the room seemed to open suddenly, and someone seemed to have walked in hurriedly, saying something to Crocodile...

After hearing this, Crocodile didn't seem to hesitate at all. He grabbed a pistol from the man's hand and pointed it directly at himself...his forehead, and he even felt the cold breath of the gun's muzzle.

God...I don't want to die like this...

Even if I sacrifice my soul...

Please...

With his eyes narrowed, Prewett felt that his eyelids were extremely heavy, and his consciousness gradually disappeared... as if what was waiting for him would be a darkness that would never wake up.

The fire of life is as weak as a candle in the wind, gradually extinguished.

“Guest, the product you requested, ‘Survival’, has been delivered.”

A woman's voice.

"Enjoy the rest of your life. Although it is not much, I hope you can enjoy your old age. When it comes to the end, please allow me to come and take away your soul..."

The sound curled away, like a dream.

Perwit slowly opened his eyes, and seemed to feel that the pain in his body was much better. Although he was still very weak, he was able to open his eyes and even regained a lot of strength.

But there was still darkness in front of him, but at this moment, the door to the room was opened again...it seemed to be kicked open. I saw four police troops, fully armed and wearing masks, rushing in at the same time.

The strong light installed on the gun illuminated the scene in the room, and Pervitt also saw clearly the situation in front of him. Crocodile fell to the ground at some point, along with a gangster.

what's going on?

Prewett's mind was not completely blank. He could at least tell that the fall of Crocodile and the gangsters occurred before these special forces broke in.

So angry!

Pervit suddenly felt angry. Why couldn't these incompetent guys show up in time? At that moment, Crocodile really planned to shoot himself to death if he didn't suddenly fall down.

But...who did it? Two big living people fell down silently?

"Call headquarters, call headquarters, the Senate President has been successfully rescued."

"Call the headquarters, the Senate President has been successfully rescued, and the prisoner Crocodile has been captured!"

"Received! Now please immediately protect the Senate President and evacuate from a safe path, no mistakes can be made!"

"receive!"

With a sullen face, Pervitt saw two special police officers taking the unconscious Crocodile and the gangster away, and he followed the last special police officer and left quickly.

"Before you came in, did you see anyone or hear anything?" Perwit asked abruptly.

His voice was as suppressed as a wild beast in the corridor where the power was cut off and the light source was lost.

"No." The special policeman did not dare to be presumptuous in front of such a truly important figure in the country, and said respectfully: "When we came in, the scene we saw was just like when you saw us coming in."

Pervitt rubbed his forehead.

Enjoy the rest of your life, it may not be much, but hopefully you will have a good old age. When the end comes, please allow me to come and take away your soul as a reward...

That voice seemed to be engraved in the bottom of my heart, and it appeared again... a cold female voice.

While quickly following the people away, Pervitt also intermittently heard news about the on-site battle situation from the communications of these Storm Team members.

"The gangsters' hidden sentries have been cleared... and they have begun to invade the concert hall..."

"Shoot the target immediately...action!"

"Special circumstances occurred..."

"Report! All the gangsters in the concert hall were unconscious... before we arrived?"

"Report the remaining number of gangsters, and report the locations of Roger, Moriah, Bucky and others! Roger has a detonator in his hand..."

Another... mysterious coma?

Perwit frowned deeply.

But at this time, his body was already tied with a belt and a steel cable was fastened. The Storm Team members had already sent him to the rooftop of the theater, and the helicopter was ready to be sent out from here.

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The gunfire rang and stopped, and then suddenly rang again, as well as collisions and furious screams... After several times of this, Bucky just squatted on the edge of the wall holding his head in panic.

There was no gunfire until a long time later.

In the darkness, Song Haoran's voice sounded faintly, "Mr. Billy, follow me, the police seem to have started taking action..."

There were sounds of running, and in the panic, someone could also be heard saying "Hurry, hurry!"

"Wait...wait for me!" Bucky stood up quickly.

It was just that everything was pitch black, and the corridor had two ends, so he didn't know which side he should go to. However, at this moment, the theater's lighting system suddenly came back on!

The light was as bright as day, and it suddenly stung Bucky's eyes.

But he saw beside him, three of Roger's men fell directly into a pool of blood, and Roger also fell to the wall, with his head lowered. He still held a dagger in his hand. There is blood. At the same time, at least three bullet wounds could be seen on his chest.

Song Haoran and his group were right in front of him, probably only running a distance of seven or eight meters.

A bodyguard's shoulder was stained red, and Lluvia also covered her arm. Song Haoran didn't know when a bleeding scar appeared on the back of his hand.

It seems that in the short moment of the power outage, an extremely dangerous fight took place between the two sides.

"You're not dead? Forget it, let's follow." Song Haoran turned around and glanced at Bucky, "What a lucky guy."

Bucky smiled bitterly and quickly got up, but at this moment, he glanced at Roger from the corner of his eyes, and his body immediately tensed up.

I saw Roger suddenly raising his head, his eyes like a ghost, looking at himself... He was not dead even though he was so seriously injured!

"Bucky, you betrayed me." Roger showed a cold smile.

"Not completely dead yet? Life is so hard."

Not far away, Song Haoran shook his head, took a pistol directly from Lluvia's hand, and quickly pointed it at Roger's head... With a distance of less than ten meters, he would naturally not miss.

But Roger quickly took something out of his tactical pocket, and then suddenly aimed it at his neck and stabbed it.

Song Haoran couldn't see clearly what it was.

But Bucky could see it very clearly. It was a syringe, and it seemed to be filled with dark blue liquid...

Song Haoran also pulled the trigger at the same time, and the bullet burst out of the chamber!