Gamers Are Fierce

Yellow-green chlorine gas was poured into the safe house. Because the density of chlorine gas was higher than that of air, it looked like a yellow-green waterfall hanging from the door frame.

Li Ang waved his hand to signal his companions to go further away. He held the rubber hose with his left hand, and Shi Shiran took out the full-coverage respirator from the backpack rail with his right hand, and put it on for himself.

Through the respirator, he yelled loudly, If you want to live, open the door yourself!

The metal door of the side room was distorted and cracked by the grenade, and a large amount of poisonous gas poured in instantly.

Soon, the sound of difficult breathing and coughing came from the room.

Cough cough.

Cough cough cough cough.

Hiss... hiss...

Downstairs of this safe house are warehouses and factories. The extremely desperate Tamar Riadi naturally considered the problem of toxic gas leakage, and prepared seven or eight different types of gas masks in the safe house.

The problem is that now there are not only Tamar Riadi and his cronies in the room, but also a dozen people including Santos. …

Soon, Filipino shouting, cursing, disputes and beatings came from the room.

Bang bang bang\

,"Gunshots rang out, the metal door of the side room was pushed open, and three or four people (some of them with blood on their clothes) tumbled out of the room.

Since the number of gas masks is limited, those who did not get the masks had no choice but to fight for their lives, open the alloy door, and surrender to Li Ang in exchange for the last chance of survival.

These people had distorted faces, squinted their eyes, covered their mouths and noses, and staggered towards the main entrance.

With the last bit of strength, he turned the ring handle of the alloy door and opened the door.

The door opened, and fresh air poured in.

Li Ang pulled out the rubber hose, closed the valve, put the chlorine gas container into the backpack, and retreated behind the wall next to the gate wall.

The few people who opened the door were delirious and unable to open their eyes, so they could only stagger and fall on the edge of the door frame.

Before they had enjoyed enough of the sweet and pure air, they were sieved by several bullets from behind.

The shooters, of course, were Tamar Riadi's loyal thugs who rushed out from the side room.

These thugs were all wearing gas masks, but they were quite desperate inside.

Eighty or ninety brothers died in such an unexplained manner, and the opponent was just a small S.W.A.T. team that was beaten and scattered.

Now, it is no longer the special operations forces who are caught in the urn, but themselves.

Da da da da

The gunmen pulled Tamar Riadi and Santos Aquino, also wearing gas masks, into another room on the right side of the safe house as they fired at the open door.

Unfortunately, Li Ang would not give them this chance.

He pulled out the grenade launcher, leaned the launcher against the door frame, and fired a grenade at the goons.

The grenade burst through the chlorine fumes and slammed, sending gang members flying like sacks.

Li Ang put away the grenade launcher, took out his rifle, and leaned against the door frame to shoot precisely, headshot the gangsters who were still alive one by one.

All that remained were Tamar Riadi, with her Mediterranean hairdo, and Santos Aquino, in a black suit.

Tamar Riadi, who was hit head-on by the blast wave, clearly felt that several of her ribs were broken, and she lost feeling in one arm and two thighs.

He turned over with difficulty, breathed hard, watched Li Ang slowly walk into the room, and raised the muzzle of the gun to himself.

Four shots were fired, and Tama Riadi's elbows and knees were pierced by bullets.

Under the severe pain, his forehead was dripping with sweat instantly.

How long has it been, I never thought I'd been in such pain now... He fainted as he thought about it.

Li Ang put down his gun, he had completed the task of eliminating 100 gang members, and it was only a matter of time before Tamar Riadi died of blood loss.

The only thing that needs to be dealt with now is Santos Aquino, who was also affected by the shock wave and was lying on the ground struggling to breathe.

tread.

Li Ang stepped on the back of Santos's hand, exerted a little force on his military boots, and only heard a click\

,"Santos' little thumb and ring finger were broken and fractured, while Li Ang was still twisting the sole of his foot, crushing Santos' fractured part.

Ten fingers connected to the heart, under the severe pain, Santos' body was curled up like a lobster, his face was flushed, his eyes were red, and he couldn't make a sound from his wide-open mouth.

Li Ang raised the soles of his feet slowly, bent down, grabbed Santos by the collar of his suit, and asked indifferently, Tell me your value.

I, I have a lot of money.

I don't care about money. Li Ang shook his head. The three hundred thousand dollars in cash that Liu Wushao gave him was enough for him for a while, and Santos didn't carry much cash with him.

My brother is Cruz, Cruz Aquino, ahem, you S.W.A.T. just want to hold me hostage to threaten my brother.

Enduring the severe pain, Santos said in a panic: He loves me very much, believe me, as long as you send him my video, he will suspend the attack on Malawi...

Sorry, I don't care about that either.

Li Ang tilted his head and looked at Santos, his sharp eyes kept scanning the latter's neck, as if he was considering from which angle to cut the knife.

Me, I know a lot of powerful people, you know, powerful people.

Santos swallowed hard, and said with difficulty: They are the small group of people who really stand at the top of the pyramid to rule human society, manage human society, and formulate rules for the operation of human society.

Financiers, industrialists, monopolies, oligarchs, plutocrats, capital giants, top dignitaries.... I serve them.

In this relationship network, it only needs to leak a little bit of insignificant resources to help you reach the sky in one step.

Oh?

Li Ang had to admit that he was a little interested in this, and said indifferently: I don't think that the younger brother of a garbage rebel leader in a remote village can have a relationship with the so-called 'top dignitaries'.

Santos heaved a sigh of relief, not daring to lie, and said honestly: In the past, this was naturally impossible.

But half a year ago, I joined a very secretive multinational organization through a wealthy heir friend I met when I was studying in the UK.

That organization is called Epiphyllum.

...

Li Ang's eyes narrowed, and he said calmly, Continue.

Santos exhaled, endured the pain in his fingers, and said: That organization has a very long history, and its members are all top dignitaries from all over the world.

A young guy like me who is only connected to a certain rebel army in the Philippines is naturally impossible to become a full-fledged member.

but,

Santo paused for a moment, and then continued: Those high-ranking people always need people at the bottom to do some dirty work for them that is not easy to do in person.

Li Ang raised his eyebrows, For example?

Produce compounds.

Santo said calmly: As a peripheral member, I am responsible for contacting gang leaders like Tamar Riadi in the Philippines and entrusting them to produce some special compounds called 'Epiphyllum'.

Then, Santos informed Li Ang of the characteristics of Epiphyllum and its secondary products one by one,

The worst-quality product, named Epiphyllum 1, is what you see in the warehouse downstairs. It is the organization that requires us to sell to those bottom-level poisonous insects in society. It only wants to spread, not to make money.

A higher-end product is called Epiphyllum 2. The preparation conditions of this type of compound are more stringent, and only a little bit can be produced each time, but the effect is also stronger. It is stored in the metal box in the bedroom next door.

The organization attaches great importance to each batch of Epiphyllum 2 produced, and has special arrangements.

However, because of his self-assertion, he disrupted the organization arrangement and let my brother come to the rescue. He is bound to snatch the goods.

Li Ang interrupted: Wait, if it's really like what you said, the powerful people who ruled the world asked you to produce Epiphyllum 1 and 2, then why didn't they use their own network to find somewhere in Africa or South America? Set up several mega-factories and ship all the goods around the world?

But like now, all the production factories are scattered all over the world?

The organization's only requirement for Epiphyllum series products is to spread and spread as quickly and efficiently as possible.

Santos replied: Due to geographical and transportation factors, a large number of low-level processing plants all over the world are far more efficient in terms of dissemination than a few giant factories.

Moreover, the prerequisite for the preparation of Epiphyllum 2 is that a large amount of Epiphyllum 1 is required for purification,

Therefore, the epiphyllum 2 produced in each batch of low-level processing plants is limited and special.

It turned out to be like this.

Li Ang knew it in his heart, and asked, Where was this batch of goods that Tamar Riadi was going to send?

Santos hesitated for a moment, then said, Yin City.