Alien Arms Empire

 Chapter 356 356 The Death of a Murderer

"Ah!" Chumluo roared loudly, as if he wanted to vent his suppressed anger.

 He really couldn't figure out why his action was exposed or where the problem lay.

The other party seems to have known all their action plans for a long time, but this plan was planned by him, the thin man and the strong man along the way. There is no possibility for them to betray themselves.

 Suddenly, Chumro thought of Marvel, the responder who seemed harmless and had no problems whatsoever.

"It's him! It's him!" He shouted wildly, letting blood spurt out from the holes in his body: "Come out! Come out! Bastard! Bastard!"

He struggled to sit up. At this time, one of his men who was using the carriage as a cover was hit by a bullet and fell beside him.

The bullet hit the already dead body and could still splash flesh and blood. The flesh and blood hit Chumluo's body, and he didn't even notice it.

Already crazy, he struggled to stand up and rushed to the door of the Earl's Mansion desperately. He felt that as long as he could break open the door, he still had a chance of winning.

 The wooden door...gave him hope.

Just when he was about to accumulate strength and break open the door, his last surviving man was hit in the head by an incoming bullet, his skull was shattered, and blood flew everywhere.

Chumluo completed his preparations amidst the hail of bullets. He took a deep breath, and then limped towards the heavy door wrapped with iron bars.

He imagined that he could break open the door, then rush into the building bravely, and continue to deal with those **** enemies.

Unfortunately, when he hit the door, he finally remembered one thing - he was no longer the same person he was three years ago!

Three years ago, he was strong and muscular, with a body of tendons and he was extremely heavy. His brute strength allowed him to easily break open ordinary doors.

He is now so thin that only bones remain - the injuries on his body have depleted his blood and energy, and he can no longer live as vigorously as before.

So, it was completely different from what he had imagined before. He was like a piece of mud stuck to the heavy wooden door, only knocking himself into pieces.

The cold, heavy door panel was simply unbreakable. It was as if he had hit a wall, and he felt like the world was spinning.

When he came to his senses again, he saw the fake coachman's subordinate who had been beaten into a sieve against the gate, staring at him with a pair of **** eyes.

 For a moment, he was afraid, and he wanted to retreat, away from the dead man who had turned into a corpse.

As a result, before he could retreat, his back was hit by several more bullets.

　　He knew that he was finished. Even though he had escaped death so many times, he had a premonition that he was finished this time.

At this moment, he was surrounded by a desperate situation. And unlike the previous times, this time no one could take advantage of the chaos to rescue him.

He just lay on the door, listening to the gunshots around him gradually thinning out, feeling his life force slipping away from his body bit by bit.

Finally, when he thought he was about to die, he heard a man's voice: "This man... looks at the tattoo... like the wanted criminal..."

"It's him! He's the murderer who killed Count Fishereau!" Another voice rang: "Don't let him die! Check his clothes and take away all weapons! Pay attention to safety!"

With his face pressed against the wooden door, Chumluo no longer had the strength to raise his head to see who was speaking behind him.

However, for some reason, he could still clearly hear the person behind him saying: "Do you want to inform Lord Alice?"

 He swore that he had never listened to someone so carefully in his life. Every word and every frustration struck his brain like a bell.

 He could feel someone touching his body, and a strong hand pulled his last revolver from his waist.

For a moment, he felt like someone touched his thighs and butt. If he hadn't been shot several times, he might have strangled the **** who touched him to death.

However, soon, his remaining attention was attracted by the voice: "Are you kidding... This is a battlefield, and we cannot guarantee the absolute safety of Lady Alice."

 “Then how do we deal with this person?” When he heard this question, he was curious about how these people would deal with themselves.

You know, he is a wanted criminal - Datang Group has offered a reward of 5,000 gold coins for his head. Count Ronin Alice of Beiling is even more ruthless. The reward for his death is as much as 10,000 gold coins. .

If the girl named Alice could come and kill him personally, then he should still have a chance - as long as they relax their vigilance, he might actually be able to pull a woman to be his back before he dies.

Hey Hey…

 He even laughed in his heart, and he even felt that he had pinched a woman's slender neck.

Looking at Chumluo who was only breathing, the commander of Datang Group standing there said coldly. "What else can we do? Kill him and report to Lady Alice."

Chumluo was stunned for a moment, and then heard another voice asking: "I understand...you come, or am I coming?" "Whatever, if you want, you can do it." Such a voice made Chumluo shudder.

He really didn't expect that these people really didn't intend to take credit, but were going to deal with him directly.

 Then, he heard someone say again: "It's better you do it! I don't want to write those boring reports."

The other party even gave in before firing, which made him feel humiliated, a shame of being looked down upon.

So, he moved his fingers, wanting to strike back violently and let these two **** see how powerful Mr. Chumro was.

 However, in the whole body, only his fingers seemed to respond to his thoughts.

Immediately afterwards, the two people behind them determined who would take action: "Hmm, then I will do it."

 Then, Chumro heard the click of loading the pistol.

 “Bang!”…

 With a gunshot, the one-armed and lame Chumro... died.

Count Fischereau's great revenge, at this moment, it can be considered that part of the interest has been recovered.

 …

In Dragon City, it was just dawn. In Tang Mo's castle, in his huge restaurant, Leo sent the news he had just received: "Master! The news just came back from Wolf City. Our people followed the plan. Killed the assassin who killed Miss Alice."

Tang Mo had just had breakfast. It was a hearty breakfast, with fresh milk, bread, chicken in sauce, and seven or eight kinds of vegetables and fruits.

 For Tang Mo, no matter how extravagant he is, it is already considered frugal—he is now as rich as the rest of the country, and he really doesn't need any restraint when it comes to eating.

 The only thing that needs to be considered is his personal health problem. If his cholesterol is too high, his diet is unhealthy, it causes high blood pressure, or he develops diabetes, it would be suicide.

 So he only ate a little bit of each item, and while wiping his mouth, he asked: "Is no one hurt?"

 The dining table he was sitting on was really huge, and it could easily accommodate dozens of people eating together.

This dining table was prepared for Tang Mo to treat guests to dinner in the castle, but no one has received this honor yet.

 “No one was injured, Chumluo is dead.” Leo stood respectfully beside Tang Mo and opened his mouth to report.

"...Nothing unexpected this time, right?" Tang Mo put down the handkerchief he was wiping his mouth with and glanced at Leo.

 Yesterday, he knew that the leader of the opponent's actions was Chumluo. This was another reason why he changed his mind and decided to strike first without waiting for the opponent to take action.

Leo was a little embarrassed, because after all, Chumluo's ability to survive to this day was partly due to his Silver Fox's dereliction of duty. So he lowered his head slightly and lowered his voice: "There is no accident. It has been confirmed that it is him. It's just that he lost a lot of weight, so he escaped many pursuits."

　　After pausing for a second, he continued to add: "He has received his retribution in the past two years. The body only has one hand and one foot, and one of his hands and one leg have been amputated..."

"What kind of retribution is this? He died so happily..." Tang Mo sneered. He has always had a good relationship with Count Fischerot, and he also likes an upright person like Fischerot, so he hates the murderer who murdered Fischello.

What's more, Fischero's daughter is now his, so Tang Mo is naturally not willing to let Chumluo go easily.

“Sorry, the commander on site was afraid of having long nights and dreams, so he executed him directly. Do you want to punish him?” Leo asked.

Tang Mo waved his hand: "Are you kidding! The frontline commanders did a good job, and we will follow this judgment in the future! I care more about the safety of our own people than a dead person."

"Yes, master." Leo obeyed: "Everyone will sing your kindness."

"The enemy will not praise my kindness...Leo." Tang Mo stood up: "Alice, is there no problem?"

"No, Miss Alice just insisted on seeing Chumro's body. Then she took people to the cemetery of Lord Fisherro..." Leo replied.

Tang Mo nodded and walked towards the door: "Okay, now the enemy's claws that stretched out to me have been chopped off... Then, should we also make them realize that stretching their claws towards us is extremely stupid? Something happened?”

Leo Ao followed Tang Mo and said as he walked: "Our people will start taking action soon..."

"I don't want to hear the news of failure. It's best for our people to come back safely." Tang Mo walked in front without looking back.

"Yes." Leo continued to agree: "I will do my best..."

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 The efficiency of staying up late is really low... I procrastinate and can't write 100 words in a long time...

 (End of this chapter)