Sal tightened her windbreaker and the weather was a little cold. Three people were followed by him, and two of them were protecting him in secret. Sal had started to equip these people a few weeks ago, all of whom were familiar with him for many years.

Thrall even spared no effort to change them into bulletproof suits and linings, with only one purpose: when the bullets come, these people can block those three or five points.

As the webmaster of the service station, Thar never thought that he would need to do this level of security measures. After all, assassination of the webmaster of the service station rarely occurs, which is thankless and harmful to others.

However, when the service provider also had an infighting, this kind of preparation had to be done. Especially for people like Thrall and Morson, if they don’t prepare, it’s no different from suicide.

If possible, Thrall didn't want to stand on the same line with Mosen. Unfortunately, when he first entered the industry, he was too involved with Mosen. He was a bit unfair to himself when he was young, and many secrets were mastered by Mosen.

What this led to was that he had to stand on Mosen's side. As far as he knew, several other webmasters who supported Mosen were in similar situations to him. But no matter what, betrayal is betrayal.

No reason or excuse is useful. Being a traitor means that one must face the purge. The disappearance of the general manager is the most frightening thing to Thrall. Missing means not knowing whether he is alive or dead.

Mosen thought that he could follow the crowd after a shout. The result was that except for the ones who were singing a one-man show, there was no webmaster who peed at their pot. This was embarrassing.

Thrall actually wanted to communicate with other webmasters, but this was obviously impossible. Apart from them, the other webmasters looked at them like they were looking at shit.

So Thrall also knew that he had not died yet, because the general manager did not appear. Or, the general manager did not issue an order to kill them. So he was still alive. If the general manager heard something, he would die.

Thrall felt that his chance of survival was very low. Of course, he was willing to fight for it even if it was very low. That's why these five people are now his guards.

Now Sar didn't even dare to take a car easily, and he even went out less. Apart from necessary things, he would never step out of his safe house. All transactions in the station stopped and he could barely live based on his former savings.

"Fake...this damn life..." Thrall cursed with a wry smile. Just three hours ago, he heard that his colleague who defected to Mosen with him died. The way of death was strange, he was shot to death by electric shock in the bathroom.

The investigation result was a leakage. From this, Sal smelled a little conspiracy. Even in the safe room, he was restless. He simply went out and took a walk and looked around.

He tried to pull the opponent out or expose the opponent. It has to be said that this was an extremely dangerous approach. However, Thrall vaguely felt that this might be his only way to live.

"Be careful!!" Suddenly, a shrill roar sounded. The bodyguard beside Thrall frantically knocked Thrall away with his body, but saw Thrall staggering and falling into a rolling gourd.

It was also at this time that a huge piece of glass slammed down from the air with a "slap~!"! He had just knocked away Sar's bodyguard and was directly smashed into a meat pie. Sar's pupils shrank suddenly, and several bodyguards hurried over to try to block him with their bodies.

"Ba~! Scream~" It was also at this moment, followed by a sound of tooth-soping brakes. Two words appeared in Saar, who was lying on the ground, in his mind: It's over!

But with a crisp sound, the car had stopped. However, several bodyguards stared at Saar lying on the ground, and his whole head was directly pressed by the wheels.

But the red and white brain and plasma were splattered all over the ground from under the wheels. The corpse with its head exploded was still twitching. The blood splattered on the asphalt road, and then slowly flowed down the slope to the sewer...

In Berlin, Mosen rubbed his eyebrows tiredly. The phone in his hand suddenly rang, and Mosen's brow jumped. After looking at the number, Mosen still chose to answer the phone.

"Sal is dead, a car accident." Mosen's hand shook slightly before whispering: "I understand."

After saying that, he hung up the phone. Looking at the nightfall of Berlin, Mosen seemed to have grown several years old. Within today, two webmasters who supported him suddenly died. One died of an electric shock and the other died of a car accident.

A chill rose from Mosen's heart. He now regretted why he had to get involved in this matter. The legion's purge had begun, and he didn't even need to inquire for three consecutive days.

Just by looking at the news, you can see many familiar faces dying from death. However, those people's techniques are much more rough, either robbery or fighting. In short, they are all very violent ways to die.

The members of the MP who once stood on his side and put pressure on the legion were also hit one after another. Several chose to resign, while others went abroad for vacation. Obviously, they were warned to make such a choice.

Some hidden lines also lost contact, and the few people supported by Marseille disappeared directly. And it was not that they disappeared by themselves, but that the whole family disappeared. This was obviously because they were destroyed, but they were covered by the other party and could not find any trace.

Mosen just felt that death was approaching him little by little, and the feeling of being wrapped in a twisted rope around his neck was really bad. He actually wanted to fight back, but found that he couldn't seem to mobilize any power.

After a long silence, Mosen dialed a number. The phone was picked up after two sounds.

"Two of my people died today, they are all my main supporters!" Holding the phone, Mosen whispered: "What are you doing?! It's okay if the manager can't find it. Now the legion and the jackals are fighting, can't you fight back?!"

A helpless voice came from the other end of the phone: "We also want to fight back, and we are now preparing..."

"I'll be dead long after you're ready." Mosen held the phone and smiled bitterly: "How is it in South Sudan? How did the jackal chef come back! Didn't you say that you can hold him back?!"

The voice continued, "We held on, but someone helped him..."

"Someone must have helped him, otherwise what do you want to do!" Mosen almost roared: "Counterattack! Now we need to counterattack! Do you understand?! If we do not make effective counterattacks, all neutral forces will turn to them!"
Chapter completed!