"Master, it's over. The car is out of gas, the gun is out of ammunition, and we are going to be surrounded here..." In the protective layer formed by several cars connected head to tail, the old butler Peter said with a sad face.

Jin leaned against the inner wall of the car and replaced the energy weapon in his hand with an energy crystal. Looking at the dozen or so remaining in the box, he gritted his teeth and said, "Don't give up, there is still hope!"

"What hope is there..."

The fn2000 was handed over to the person with the best marksmanship around him. Jin looked around with the energy weapon. The range of both weapons happened to be 500 meters, specifically looking for vehicles that crossed the line to kill.

Hearing the discouraged words of the old butler, Jin patiently analyzed: "The range of both our guns is 500 meters, and they dare not go below this distance."

"I have calculated that the circumference is equal to two centimeters. The circumference of a circle surrounding us with a radius of 500 meters must be at least more than 3,000 meters!"

"They only have a few hundred vehicles, so the encirclement must be very thin!"

"When we blow up a few more cars, they will reveal a big gap." Jin turned around, spotted a car that crossed the line, and blasted it with a precise 500-meter laser. He pursed his lips and said:

"At that time, it will be the best time for us to grab a car and break out!"

The old butler Peter looked at him in shock. When did this little young man who had to take care of himself from childhood to adulthood become so strong and calm in the face of danger?

Using the faint light produced by the car explosion in the distance, he carefully looked at the side face of his young master holding an energy weapon and observing intently. He felt familiar yet a little strange at the same time.

...Master, you have a spirit in heaven...

...Master, he has grown up...

For a moment, my eyes were blurred with tears, and I looked a little crazy.

...

The chamber of the deliberative chamber.

The knights of the Judgment Legion wearing golden armor took off their helmets and looked at the blood-stained white cloth lined up in the center of the hall, with sad faces.

The leading armored man turned to the three elders with solemn expressions and said sadly: "Elder, please give us an order, let us avenge our dead brothers and kill the devil with our hands!"

Elder Xi asked: "Revenge? Do you know where your enemy is now?"

The leading armored man hesitated for a while and replied: "I don't know."

Elder Xi snorted with a cold face: "You don't even know where your enemy is, so why are you talking about revenge?"

"Are you just watching your brothers die tragically, but you can only swallow your anger?" The leading armored man grieved and lost his sense, and actually retorted.

"Watch your attitude! Knight!" Elder Xi felt his majesty was offended and slapped the armrest angrily.

The leading armored man quickly knelt down on one knee and lowered his head without saying a word, but his face was filled with unwillingness.

"Elder West, calm down." Elder Bei said in a conciliatory tone: "The children are just overly sad and are not deliberately contradicting."

After comforting Elder Xi, he looked at the kneeling armored man: "Get up, kid." His expression became serious: "No one can go unpunished after killing someone from the review court. Pass the order, and the review court will make a decision after deliberation and issue it.

There is a wanted order with unlimited rewards for all mankind. The wanted gangster Jin Fugui is wanted. Anyone who finds Jin Fugui can be killed on the spot. There is no time limit or location limit."

...

Energy Bank VIP Lounge.

President Qureshi took the red energy crystal containing tens of millions of energy points and went to the program to store it.

The duty manager and a few subordinates were left to look after the noble sisters.

As expected, Li He guessed that there was indeed no life-saving medicine in the bank, only a few boxes of basic temporary first aid kits.

Most of the wounds on the two sisters' bodies had been treated by Li He with more advanced nano-repair robots. The manager on duty could only continue to treat ordinary nano-robots with little hope, and he could do whatever he could to help.

There were a lot of sterile patches. She wrapped her sister's pierced hands tightly, and put a few more patches on some of the larger wounds on her sister's body. She tried her best.

Seeing the cautious look of the manager on duty, the "prophet" next to him said in a strange tone: "You are really willing to give up money that is not your own. They are just two lowly slaves, wasting such good medicine, not to mention they are talking to that person."

If the guy who caused the big trouble has something to do with it, and it will lead to us being held accountable by the review court, then it’s really unclear..."

"The president decided to help the distinguished guest, but you are here to make irresponsible remarks. Are you questioning the distinguished guest or the president? Just leave if you don't want to help!" The manager on duty even looked down at him.

"You think I'm willing to stay here! Hum, I'm here to supervise!" "Prophet" snorted through his nostrils: "Don't use chicken feathers as arrows. The CEO you keep saying may not even be able to protect himself after a while.

!”

"What do you mean? Supervise? Supervise what?!"

"You are not qualified to know!" The prophet rolled his eyes proudly and sneered: "Anyway, I have reported everything to the director, and the chairman will come to make a decision in person."

The manager on duty pointed angrily at his nostrils: "Despicable villain! How dare you report to someone higher up! The president knows he will make you look good!"

"Humph..." the prophet said disdainfully: "You can't say who is good-looking!"

The manager on duty suddenly stopped talking, retracted his hands and folded them on his stomach, with a faint smile on his face.

"Then I'll make you look good now." A voice came from behind the prophet, and his face changed in shock.

He turned around suddenly and saw President Qureshi entering from the lounge door with a frosty face.

"No matter what you said to the board of directors." Qureshi walked up to the "prophet" with trembling legs. His straight suit made him taller and taller. He said condescendingly: "At least I am still the president of the energy bank. I declare

, from this moment on, you are fired on the spot, pack your things and get out of the energy bank."

The prophet looked gloomy and regretted that he had become so complacent that he openly declared rebellion against his immediate boss before the matter was settled.

But at this point, he knew that he could not get any favors from the president, so he could only risk his life to gamble on the future, and retorted with all his might: "I am the senior manager of the energy bank. You can't fire me on the spot. At least you must report it to the board of directors!"

"Of course I can report it." Qureshi stared at him coldly: "Instigating dissension and affecting the internal harmony of the bank; offending distinguished guests and destroying the bank's external reputation; reporting beyond the level and disrupting the order of the bank's top management. Harmony, reputation, order, interests,

Any two kinds of damage can be regarded as a heinous crime, and you have committed three consecutive crimes. According to the regulations, as the president, I have the right to kill the heinous people on the spot. Now, tell me whether you should fire them on the spot or fire them on the spot.

kill?"

"I...I..." The prophet was speechless and sat down on the ground.

Just when the manager on duty looked happy and was about to applaud the handsome CEO.

Another voice came from outside the door:
Chapter completed!