At 10 o'clock in the evening, Rodan Clive, the chief information officer of the Cardiven Group, drove his Norfolk sedan slowly out of the garage. However, due to distractedness, he failed to control the vehicle for a while and directly hit the front of the car violently on the flower bed in front.

Clive knew that he was in such a state that he could not drive by himself. He sighed and walked directly to another 'Sabertooth Tiger' armored off-road vehicle following behind.

"Boss, you're in a bad mood now?"

In the passenger seat, one of Clive's bodyguards looked over with curiosity: "Is there anything wrong with going out so late?"

"It has nothing to do with you, just open the company."

Clive thought for a while and ordered: "Be careful along the way and try to find places with a lot of people. Just today, someone declared war on our Cardiwin Group, it was the Rising Sun Company."

"War starts? Rising Sun Company? That company that has opened many electrical retail stores and offers discounts every day?"

The bodyguards in the car, including the driver in the driver's seat, looked at each other in a flash.

"I heard that their boss was the lucky Andre, the already famous fighting star."

"Wow, that little guy? He actually dared to declare war on the Cardivan group? It's incredible"

"Should it be said that courage is commendable? We, Kadivin, are a large group with assets of one billion yuan."

"The chairman will make his head bloom, it's a pity for that beautiful face."

"Shut up!"

Rodan Clive had no sense of ease at all, his face turned pale: "That guy is not the little guy in your eyes, 'Dark Snake' Macon, 'Poison Sword' Rachard may have been dead! Dead! Do you understand?"

In an instant, everyone on the off-road vehicle was silent. Clive clenched his fists, lay on his back on the back, closing his eyes to rest.

"Anyway, rush to the company headquarters as soon as possible! It's no longer safe here."

But before his voice fell, the driver in front of him said in a tremolo, "Boss, there are people in front of him, we may be in trouble."

Everyone in the car entered a state of alert at this moment. Rodan Clive opened his eyes at the first time and looked forward. He saw a huge white bear standing there on the street ahead of them, and a layer of thorn armor spreading on his arms, gradually covering the white bear's whole body.

"Start fire! Step on the accelerator and beat it with all your might!"

At this moment, Clive felt his heart throbbing and his limbs were chilling, but his eyes were also cold and murderous.

The Norfolk 'Sabretooth Tiger' quickly accelerated to the extreme until it was 300 kilometers per hour. Several bodyguards in the car also opened the windows and spit out flames in front of them with various guns. But this was useless. The layer of thorn armor was extremely strong, with a defense ability of more than many 18s-level armor, plus the thick layer of bear skin. These magic bullets could not harm the giant beast at all.

Then the next moment, there was a thunderous roar like a thunderclap. The white bear waved its huge palm and directly hit the front of the "Sabertoothed Tiger" armored vehicle. In an instant, the front half of the car was flattened, and the two magic professions in the driver's seat and the co-pilot's seat were completely gone and almost smashed into meat pie.

Rodan Clive also suffered a huge impact and felt severe pain all over his body. At this moment, a thought that he couldn't believe emerged in his mind.

Level 17 druid, Thorny Iron Hand, This is a guy with a combat power of nearly 19s!

But this was also Clive's last thought in this world. With a slight "puff" sound, a bullet drilled in from the broken rear window and then pierced his brain directly from the back!

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On the suburbs of the east city, on the nine-story roof of Building 39 Tucker Street, Lawrence Colinson half-squatted by the window railing and aimed at the front with his sniper rifle in his hand. His target was the Cadivin Storage Center, a mile away, where the front door post of the storage center can be included in the view.

The walkie-phone placed next to it came from Sampson Brut's cold and clear voice.

"Lawrence, is there any problem? Can the two magic professions on the left solve the problem?"

"No problem, Mr. Brut. Although I am not from the army, the environment in the jungle of Southeast Asia is much more cruel than that of Amerika."

Lawrence Collinson chewed the chocolate and laughed: "I promise they won't be an obstacle, and I promise your offensive forces won't encounter any obstacles on this offensive route. There is also good news. I saw the extrajudicial person you mentioned, Ampson, a level 15 magician, who is smoking outside warehouse No. 3. Is this stupid right?"

"Then kill him now!"

Sampson Brut's tone was as hard as a rock: "All units should pay attention! Plan ahead, and start action after hearing the gunshots, over."

Just as Sampson's voice fell, in front of Warehouse No. 3, a middle-aged man holding a pipe suddenly looked shocked. But he had no time to dodge enough. The bullets passing through the night sky pierced his shoulder blade, and the burst shell teared apart half of his body. This greatly affected his movements. This almost struggled to trigger a magic weapon on his body to try to return to the interior of the warehouse.

But before this, the bullets flying from the other direction pierced his brain!

And in this instant, there were rapid gunshots everywhere in the storage center.

“The No. 3 sentry has been cleared!”

"Secretary No. 4 killed two people, one of them was hidden in the rear bunker. Please pay attention to the attacking troops, over."

“The number one sentry has been cleared!”

"All units should pay attention to avoiding it and confirm that Isolt Kadivin is in Warehouse No. 2, and some of us were injured by him. The 15s level shooting technique is over!"

Under the night and moonlight, teams of fully armed magic professions rushed into the warehouse center like swarming wolves. Although there were fierce fire exchanges everywhere, they often lasted less than three seconds and would subside. Under someone's command, the entire offensive was like mercury pouring into the ground, and it was like a broken bamboo.

At the same time, five rockets and two recoilless cannons bombarded hard outside the walls of Warehouse No. 2. Just as the magic defense array was gradually falling into a weak state, an extremely burly figure wearing heavy armor launched a charge like a tank, smashing the warehouse gate to pieces.

With the 'boom' sound, the berserker, who was close to level 17, also let out a shocking roar.

“Isolt Cadivin!”

At this time, fire was constantly bursting out on his body, and countless bullets bombarded his heavy armor with three layers of stacked front and back, making a series of sounds.

But the Berserker ignored these shootings. He only had the thin figure who had changed his automatic rifle and was retreating quickly. Then he launched a charge again without hesitation!

The next moment, the position where the figure was located was destroyed by the huge Viking battle axe, and everything was cut and smashed into pieces.

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Chapter completed!