"Major Emerson, I remember you have repeatedly promised that we can maintain our safety by 100%! But look at my castle, it has become a damn battlefield! You must give me a reasonable explanation!"

A sharp and high-pitched voice came from behind, and then, the pale and tall and thin contemporary manor, Mr. Clement III, rushed over with his neck with a vein storm. Perhaps he was running too fast, his head was covered with sweat, his neatly trimmed blonde hair was as messy as if it was blown by the strong wind, and the three-piece suits were covered with dust and stains. He probably never had such a mess in his life.

Major Emerson, the anxious commander, glanced at him slightly, turned his eyes back to the two infantry fighting chariots that were approaching quickly, and twitched his hard cheeks with several scars, and said in a deep voice: "Sir, I think you should be able to see the current situation clearly. We are not facing ordinary armed thugs or robbers, but powerful secret forces! That can only be fought against by using the military power of the state. And I think you and your guests did not make it clear that you might encounter such an enemy at the beginning, which led to our serious inadequate assessment of the potential threat and very insufficient preparation!"

Whether it is him or the employer, both parties realize that the trouble is irreversible and the losses are inevitable. Instead of waiting for a lawsuit in the future, it is better to clarify the responsibilities first.---The world of foreign devils, everything is based on interests first, and selling teammates in the face of disaster is more skillful than anyone else.

Mr. Clement obviously could not accept such an explanation. Looking at the rising flames outside and the explosions one after another, the manor he carefully managed for several generations was quickly destroyed. Even if the shells had not yet fallen on the main building, the losses already caused were still difficult to calculate.

The worst thing is that if such a thing happens, Clement Manor’s reputation has completely become bad. Who will come here to hold an event in the future? I’m afraid that it will not be possible to negotiate a good price if you want to sell it. Maybe he will go bankrupt!

He was eager to shift the blame to the security company and forced them to put their strength to push forward. However, it was obvious that Major Emerson was cunning enough to not be fooled. When he quickly came to the ward and looked out through the trunk, he was so scared that he shivered all over!

The figures of two infantry fighting chariots rushing through the fields of the manor, and under the brilliance of the flares, they looked like two prehistoric beasts! The short shells and long-range heavy machine gun bullets sprayed from time to time by the roof turret, like the preservation personnel who continued to harvest the scythe!

This is not a thug attack, it is simply a war!

Mr. Clement's anger turned into a bubble. His eyes were flustered and he couldn't think of any good idea for a moment. But he knew it was almost impossible to avoid it easily today.

He has served in the military service and went to the Iraqi battlefield. He is very clear that infantry chariots are not used properly in African countries. The visitors are undoubtedly veterans who have been through the battlefield for a long time. When looking at the clear-cut gun fire, there is even less skill in controlling them, which further shows that the opponent's visitor is not good!

After wandering around in a hurry for several times, Mr. Clement said decisively: "Okay. Major, I can't force you to do more, but at least we must ensure the safety of our customers as much as possible. Is this okay?"

Major Emerson replied dryly: "I try my best."

Having said that, he had no idea at all. Seeing that the manor patrol was quickly disbanded, the old black soldiers completely disappeared. He could only hope that the police and Kenya troops on the periphery could quickly convey the news and send out government troops to rescue them in the shortest time.

However, when I think about the efficiency of those niggers, Emerson felt a gloomy heart and muttered: "What a bad day!" He pulled out his waist and walked down the tower with heavy steps.

Two infantry chariots ran over the coffee garden, broke through the green bushes, and surrounded the sides of the castle one by one, swept away the resistance along the way, then aimed at the fortifications outside the small square, pulled out one by one with armor-piercing bombs, and completely exploded them into the sky.

Then, two combat squads came down from the back door, rushed through the woods from both wings, and came to the edge of the small square. They used the light to search and clear the resistance forces from the castle and the vice-story.

Yang Hao picked up the Barrett anti-equipment sniper rifle, climbed onto the top of the sporting chariot, slowly swept through the trance-disturbed firelight through the scope, and formed a mess of castles and squares. Whether it was the serious Kenyan politicians and bureaucrats who pretended to be an upper-class Chinese robber, they were all as frightened as dogs, and they ran around regardless of their butts. In order to get the opportunity to enter the castle first to hide, they fought with face and kicked away the young model who had just been hugging the treasure in his arms and ran away.

"The so-called noble man, facing the threat of death, is actually no different from an ordinary person."

A cold smile appeared on the corner of Yang Hao's mouth. The anger that had been accumulated in his chest for many days finally vented part of it.

Of course he felt uncomfortable when he was suppressed for no reason and bullied him to seize the property. However, due to the unshakable environment of this world, he could not use his sword and gun as unscrupulously as he did in the plane B. In addition to dealing with them according to the rules of the game, he also had to think of other tricks to get out of the game. Otherwise, with the "stability overwhelming everything" of the upper class in the country, the meat was rotten in the pot, Yang was gnawed so hard that his bones were not left, and it would not cause much storm.

Of course, Yang would not wait to die. From the beginning, he put the breaking out move overseas. Africa, the target that the other party valued the most, is also the key to his ability to take the opportunity to turn the tables.

Over the past few days, Yang Haoming made a high-profile show in his country, and traveled to Africa to secretly deploy everything. Just today, he finally found out that the children of high-ranking officials who were secretly presiding over everything, the backbone of Zhang Dawei who had been rebelling from the Yanhuang Group, the Kenyan officials who were working with them, and representatives of European and American consortiums, funds and other companies who had cooperated with them were going to have a grand celebration at Clement Manor.

Perhaps in their opinion, this sudden attack and the cooperation between inside and outside have completely defeated the Yang family without any power to fight back, and easily seized the African foundation. There will be no sequelae. Therefore, when the overall situation seems to have been decided, they can't wait to hold a party to celebrate.

But I didn't expect that the Yang family would not only not be able to stand by death, but would take such violent actions!

"Is my family's money so easy to get? Since you dare to reach out, you must have the awareness of being chopped off your claws!"

Yang Hao took a deep breath and spit out slowly. He aimed the sniper rifle in a window on the second floor of the villa on the auxiliary building, and looked out the Chinese face.

This person was one of the main executives in charge of the African Fund Program before, and his status was only under Zhang Dawei. He was also a top student who graduated from a prestigious American university. Once, Yang entrusted them with important tasks and rewards to give them the motivation to do their jobs steadily. However, it is obvious that under the attraction of power and *, the so-called professional ethics and ethics do not exist in their souls.

Through the development of the underground party revolutionary forces from scratch on the plane B, Yang Hao has engraved his loyalty and faith into his bones, and has zero tolerance for the attitude towards the traitor.

Any traitor will bring huge losses to the revolutionary cause. Those who dare to betray the organization must be severely punished! Execution is the minimum requirement.

It has to be said that this kind of thinking has seriously affected Yang Hao's style of conduct. In the country of this world, he can still be bound by the external environment like a solid wall and dare not express it at will. But here, no one can suppress it, and it will be an irresistible attack!

"Traitors deserve to die!"

He had almost no interest in considering whether the man had any reason to forgive. There was conclusive evidence that this man, like Zhang Dawei, joined forces to sell his employer. So he pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"Bang!"

The heavy sniper trembled violently, and the muzzle fireworks rushed out from both sides of the retractor. Bullets as thick as fingers flew straight through the small square where the heat was rising, hitting the wall below the window.

The special explosive bomb that can penetrate 35mm steel plate easily penetrates a foot thick rock wall, squeezes the deformed and broken core and rushes out from the inner layer, tearing open a hole as big as a bowl, and dozens of pieces are fan-shaped and sweeping the house at high speed!

The traitor who was lying on the window to watch the wind was the first to be hit. He was cut through his chest, waist and ribs by multiple pieces, and even a few pieces were penetrated from behind, tearing open multiple bloody holes. He screamed like a broken sack and fell backwards, and died on the spot!

Through the scope, Yang Hao could even see short splashes of blood and sparks bursting on the opposite wall.

Without blinking, he pulled the bolt and pulled the shell and shot it back, aimed again. After a few seconds, he locked another security guard who was searching for the gun and continued to fire!

A short flash of fire flashed brilliantly, and the tracer bullet roared up to the mercedes of the tower. Yang Hao saw the target dodge at the last moment with a very fast speed! The bullet shattered the stone mercedes half a foot square, but he was not sure to kill the person.

Yang Hao was unhappy and hit the roof of the chariot and shouted from the throat: "Car No. 2, aim at the position I locked, and hit him two shots!"

The infantry fighting chariot on the other side acted in response. The turret aimed at the tower in just a few seconds. Three consecutive 25mm shells were shot over, and the steep whistle tower half hanging outside the wall collapsed. Half of the body of the sniper hiding behind was thrown up, and the stones scattered in a scattered!

This continuous violent blow immediately shocked the guests and staff in the castle and the villa in the villa of the vice building! The people who were closer to the unfortunate guy were so scared that they lost their souls. The person lying at the window repelled and hid it. The other security personnel immediately gave up the idea of ​​confrontation. Without heavy weapons of power, they could not fight against the main gun of the infantry chariot. The shells that could penetrate more than 50mm armor were not something that the castle walls could withstand. Besides, who knew whether the other party would have more powerful weapons?

Leoni, who was leading a team to advance from the side, keenly noticed something was wrong and immediately called Yang Hao on the tactical radio station: "Boss, I remember that before setting off, the target of the battle was to capture several personnel, rather than kill them all?"

Yang Hao was cleared up and immediately woke up. He seemed to be overstimulating. He grinned embarrassedly and replied: "Yes, I'm just showing them our determination."

"Scorpion" couldn't listen any more. He muttered: "Is it not enough to blow up so many sports cars and shoot the helicopters to make the target see clearly enough?"

Almost all the guests blocked in the castle are smart people. Destroying transportation, interfering communications, and preventing helicopters from leaving from the first step has already shown their intention. It is impossible to run. Of course, if that brave gentleman could ignore the strange poisonous insect traps in the African jungle and the threat of countless infectious diseases. Then, hiking dozens of miles to find a way out in a costume is also a good choice?

The complaints of "Scorpion" spread throughout the channel, which attracted a few strange laughs. Yang Hao gritted his teeth and said, "Look back and you will be deducted half of your bonus!"

The strange laughter became louder. Leoni almost couldn't control himself, so he killed the bastard in one stroke. He rolled his eyes helplessly and said to Yang Hao: "It's better to shout to them as planned. I think no one dares to continue to resist now."

The truth was just as she thought. Within a minute, a white shirt was first picked out from the castle, and Mr. Clement III called out his voice through the top soundtrack in the square: "Gentlemen opposite, please stop firing again, we ask for negotiation!"

He couldn't bear it anymore. He smashed it with one shot and one shot, destroying his property. The exploded parking lot was easy to clean up. The cost of repairing the castle and villa was too high, and the robbers would never give compensation. He couldn't make up for his own property for others.

Major Emerson, who had already walked down, couldn't help but twitch his lips when he heard his words, cursing in his heart: "Damn British gentlemen, who have come to this point, but they still refuse to bow their heads! What kind of negotiations, how good is it to surrender honestly! Those who were beaten to death above are all our soldiers!"

Yang Hao put away his sniper rifle and jumped out of the chariot and crawled in. He commanded him to slowly drive to the small square, showing his steel body unscrupulously in front of everyone, and shouted through the horn: "Ladies and gentlemen! I'm sorry for our sudden arrival. I disturbed your interest. Please forgive me for the rude way of saying hello, but I believe you should have understood what we mean. So, has anyone expressed objection?"

The inside and outside of the castle were silent. Who would dare to have any objections? Try talking to the muzzle of the infantry chariot first, and it doesn't work.

Mr. Clement quickly replied: "We have no objection! Sir, please express your request, we will try our best to satisfy it. Please do not hurt our guests again!"

Yang Hao was not interested in knowing who was talking, and laughed and said, "I like your pleasure very much. But I prefer to see your sincerity, at least make sure that no one will make trouble in secret. I don't want to be greeted with bullets when I come out!"

Mr. Clement immediately shouted to the following: "Major Emerson, do what he said!"

The major cursed the damn pig teammate in his heart, and he couldn't help but shout with another microphone: "I am Emerson, the manor defense commander, and I can make a guarantee for this!"

Yang Hao snorted coldly: "Your promise is meaningless! Please listen. Within three minutes, everyone will gather in the square in front! If you find someone sneaking in trouble, I don't mind blowing the entire castle into ruins! Of course, I hope you have questions about this. In this way, I will have the opportunity to show off a larger caliber cannon!"

As soon as these words were said, the person who had some ideas immediately gave up his thoughts.

Major Emerson is no exception. Before, the other party had already shown mortars, individual air defense missiles, infantry combat vehicles and anti-equipment sniper rifles. So whether more heavy weapons exist, is of little significance to doubt. If he was lucky enough to cause the other party to kill, he would not have time to regret it, and he would not want to send his life away for no reason.

Shaking his head, Emerson shouted loudly: "Dear guests, ladies and gentlemen, please go outside with me, and I will ensure your safety as much as possible."

He set an example, walked out of the castle, shone the spotlights at a high place to the front, threw the pistol forward with force, and then spread his arms to show that he was not threatened.

Many guests who had already been scared began to walk out slowly. In fact, they no longer expect the guards to play a greater role. Even if they hide in the tunnels or secret rooms of the castle, they cannot guarantee that they will not be bombarded. Even if the castle is just blown up, it will be enough to bury them alive.

Three minutes, every second is so short. The people at the bottom rushed out at the fastest speed. The people who had already run up were particularly angry that they were a little anxious just now, and now they wished they could put their wings on and fly directly to the ground.

Hundreds of good people quickly filled the small square, standing on the mess all over the ground, all men and women shivered.

Emerson and other armed personnel threw their weapons in front of them, with angry expressions, forming a human wall in front of the crowd side by side.

Clement III combed his messy hair neatly with his hands, and came out of the crowd calmly, staring at the gradually driving chariots, trying to maintain the gentleman's demeanor. He could see clearly in his busy schedule that today's important guests were almost harmed, and he had to try his best to protect them, so that the family's business might be maintained.

The infantry chariot stopped fifty meters away, and the muzzle was aimed at the crowd. Yang Hao rushed with a folded handle 56 hanging on his chest, and he strode to the front. His face painted with sarcasm was full of sarcasm, slowly sweeping over everyone.

Wherever he looked, including the security guards who had been mercenaries, he bowed his head to avoid it. No one wanted to anger a madman who fired casually. He should not cause everyone to suffer because of their carelessness.

Mr. Clement took a deep breath, tried to lift his chest, hung the British's usual arrogance on his face, and said in a voice: "Sir, please show your purpose. If it is for money, I can exchange the wealth of Clement Manor for everyone's personal safety!"

Yang Hao ignored him, looked over the wall and looked at the crowd, and said coldly: "I'm here today and I want to invite some people to visit us!" (To be continued)

ps:ps: It's the end of the month, please give me some tickets! r655

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Chapter completed!