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Chapter 268 Who Do You Think You Are
The two strong men standing in front of the door opened it and walked in quickly.Doom followed closely behind the two.Michael followed at the end like an unrelated spectator.

They walked through the long corridor and came to a dimly lit waiting room, surrounded by strong men with guns and bullet belts, all of them looked at them with fierce lights that seemed to be eating people.Out of the corner of his eye Doom counted them as he walked through the door. There were twelve of them—and that counted the two who led the way.

The two visitors sat down generously in the room surrounded by muscular men and various firearms, acting as if no one else was there, as if none of the bullets from these firearms could hurt them.The strong men didn't make any real moves for the time being, but they had cut the two of them several times with their sharp eyes like knives, as if they were ready to take their guns and sweep the two guests into a sieve as long as someone gave an order.

After arranging the two to sit down, the two gatekeepers went out along the way they came.A few minutes later, a bearded man walked in behind them.With a big belly, he walked over slowly while smoking a thick cigar, and looked at the two guests arrogantly.

"Which one of you is Von Doom?" he asked.

Doom stood up.

"Oh?" Potbelly looked at him for a moment, then smiled and said, "The eyes are pretty good, just looking at the boyish face." After a pause, he asked, "I heard that you want our weapons?"

Doom gave him a cold look.

"Are you Riley Marion?"

The face of the big belly darkened for a moment, then slowed down again, raised his head and laughed loudly.

"Who do you think you are, boy? You want to meet the boss?"

Marion is the top boss of this group of guys and one of the biggest warlords in Latvinia.He has a gun in his hand and has huge resources. In the small place of Latvinia, he can be regarded as one of the most powerful forces under the baron.

If you exclude the background that the baron has the secret support of multiple national governments, and only talk about the strength in Latvinia, Marion may be one of the people most likely to have the chance to bring down the baron.

Of course, the premise is that he has the courage.

And the group of little fish and shrimps right now are Marion's subordinates.On the surface, the big belly is the owner of a freight company registered through formal channels, but his actual job is to sell a series of contraband including arms.It is rumored that he owns and controls the largest military factory in Latvinia, and the weapons in his hands are boasted as "capable of arming a country".

"So if you're not Marion himself, then there's nothing to talk about. I only talk to people who have weight." Dum said lightly.

Big Belly held a cigar between his fat fingers, pointed at him, and said, "Don't get too complacent, boy. To tell you the truth, I had no intention of doing business with you from the beginning. I don't know who leaked our news , where did you find out, but that's all right, you'll tell me soon. And after you've honestly told me everything you know."

He paused and beckoned.Everyone in the room stepped forward neatly, their rifles were loaded at the same time, and the twelve barrels pointed at the two people surrounded in the center.

Big Belly was very satisfied with this battle. He felt that he had completely taken the initiative and frightened the two ignorant foreigners.

"...After you explain everything, I will mercifully allow you to die."

He felt extremely good about himself, and felt that his threat was so perfect that it could even be called art.The luxurious clothes and temperament of these two people did not come from Latvinia at first glance. From the habits and temperament they showed in their gestures, he speculated that they might be Americans.

Those arrogant Americans always have an inexplicable sense of superiority, thinking that they should be superior to others wherever they go.But they have never been to Latvinia, they don't know what's going on here.Latvinia isn't Hell's Kitchen, where people play by the rules.There are no rules in Latvinia. Guns are the only rule in this place that has been plagued by wars and turmoil all year round.

But soon he found that this posture did not seem to have the effect he wanted.

These two "outsiders" didn't even bother to wrinkle their brows in the face of this circle of black gun muzzles, and their faces were as unresponsive as if carved by a knife.Dum scanned the several people in the room with sharp eyes, and a cold breath swept everyone subconsciously from the bottom of their hearts with a desire to "retreat", and it was clear that they were the ones holding it in their hands. one of the guns.And Michael is still sitting on the old sofa in the room, not even getting up, as if he is completely just a spectator and not a participant surrounded by twelve guns.

Pregnant started to feel a little uneasy, but soon he was amused at the thought.Twelve guns pointed at two unarmed guys, what's there to be afraid of?

The big belly took a step back and gestured with the hand holding the cigar.

"Kill them."

Twelve guns fired at the same time, and twelve sparks began to shine.Countless bullets were pushed out of the barrel by the gunpowder, and the yellow bullets struck like overwhelming air, forming a dense rain of bullets.

But the bullets never hit their intended targets.

The coercion instantly escalated, and dark green light burst out centered on Dum, covering the entire room in an instant.The boundless aura seemed to freeze the air, and the rain of bullets was also frozen in the air.Thousands of bullets seemed to be deprived of kinetic energy in an instant, as if someone had given them an absolute command to "stop", and that command surpassed the rules and could not be resisted.

The thugs in the room were all stunned, almost unable to believe what they saw.

"madness."

Doom said a word coldly.The green glow erupted at that moment, pushing all the bullets back along the way they came like a tumbling wave.Countless blood flowers exploded one after another, and the twelve strong men trembled violently, and fell to the pool of blood with their heads up.

In the blink of an eye, the whole room was filled with blood.An aging chandelier dangled feebly overhead, its dim light flickering like a candle in the wind.

In the end, only the man with the big belly was left.This guy was so frightened that he peed his pants, the cigar in his hand fell into a pool of blood unconsciously, and he was almost dumbfounded by fright.

Doom walked slowly towards him.

"You have one last chance, Fat Man," he said. "Contact Marion and tell him Von Doom has business with him and we need to talk."

"No need."

The voice sounded from outside the door.Dum squinted and saw a man with a crew cut and a scar on his left eye appearing at the door with three or five bodyguards.

"I'm Riley Marion," he said. "Say anything to me."

(End of this chapter)