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As Abu waved his hand, the powerful gesture seemed to be the key to start the battle.

The team members moved as quickly as an arrow from a bow, their figures shuttled through the night at such a speed that it was almost difficult to catch them.

Just one minute later, they arrived at the Gulf Group headquarters like ghosts.

This place is like a solid fortress, heavily guarded by two hundred members of the Gulf Group.

They were holding various automatic weapons and looked alert.

But the tense atmosphere in the air could not conceal the impending crisis.

Abu's expression was stern, like a silent iceberg.

He slowly raised his right hand, which seemed to carry a tremendous force. This was the signal for action.

The team members understood each other instantly, and their tacit understanding over the years made it unnecessary for them to communicate verbally.

They were like a group of nimble cheetahs, spreading out in all directions, moving nimbly and rapidly towards the nearby Gulf Group headquarters building.

At this moment, Graham and Jim in the building were still immersed in a heated discussion about the actions of the Proud Boys.

Their laughter echoed throughout the office, with no awareness of the impending disaster.

"Graham, from yesterday till now, there has been no news from the Proud Boys. They don't answer calls or messages. Could something really have happened?"

Jim's brows were knitted into a knot.

He looked at Graham anxiously, his eyes full of worry, as if he had sensed something ominous was about to happen.

"Jim, don't let your imagination run wild. With Situ Ning's limited ability, you think he can defeat the Proud Boys? You must be kidding!"

Graham's lips curled up slightly, with a look of nonchalant smugness on his face.

"Graham, I know there's no evidence right now, but I always feel like something big is going to happen."

"Today's situation is so abnormal and weird, it completely goes against common sense."

Jim was so anxious that he stamped his feet on the spot and waved his hands constantly, as if this could dispel the gloom in his heart.

"Okay, okay, I'll send someone to contact Roswell right away. Don't worry, everything will be fine!"

"Maybe the boys are toasting their victory right now."

Graham waved his hands helplessly and forced a smile on his face, trying to comfort Jim.

Just then——

"Boom!" A deafening noise!

A bombshell exploded beside my ears, instantly breaking the brief silence in the room.

The powerful impact force, like a surging wave, made the window glass buzz!

Even the ground began to tremble slightly, as if the whole world was shaken at this moment.

"Fuck...what's going on?"

Graham stood up suddenly, and his originally calm face suddenly changed and became as pale as paper.

He shouted sharply, with a hint of undisguised panic in his voice, like a frightened wild animal.

Immediately afterwards, dense gunfire pierced the air!

The sounds of M16 and AK47 shooting intertwined together, like the roar of a devil and the music of death.

Every gunshot made their hearts beat faster involuntarily.

"Damn it! Are the cops here or some other gang?"

Graham couldn't help but burst into curses.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead and slowly slid down his cheeks.

He almost fell to the ground and finally managed to steady himself.

He gasped heavily and cried out in a sobbing voice:

"Boss, Boss, something bad has happened!"

"A group of militants have entered our headquarters. Their tactics are too professional and too ruthless. We brothers can't stand it at all. Our defense line is about to collapse!"

Ma Zai's voice was full of despair, as if the end of the world was coming.

"Fuck! Where on earth is this person from?"

Jim's eyes widened with fear, and he asked anxiously.

His hands were clenched tightly into fists and his body was shaking slightly. It was obvious that he was frightened by this sudden change.

"I don't know, Boss. They are too scary and their firepower is too strong. We are no match for them at all!"

The thug had a sad face, tears welled up in his eyes, and his voice was full of fear.

"Fuck! Fuck! Who is behind this and dares to attack us?"

Graham's face was red with anger, like an angry bull, and he pounded his fist on the table, causing the objects on the table to jump.

But this angry behavior could not conceal his inner panic!

He knew that the Gulf Group was facing an unprecedented crisis.

"Graham, the situation is unclear now. We can't delay any longer. Give the order to retreat immediately! It will be too late if we don't leave now!"

Jim shouted at the top of his lungs, his voice becoming shrill with nervousness.

As he shouted, he began to hurriedly pack up important documents in preparation for his escape.

He knew that in such a dangerous situation, saving his life was the most important thing.

At this moment, the headquarters of the Gulf Group is in chaos, and the shadow of death is looming over everyone!

Graham listened to the thunderous gunshots outside and looked at Jim who looked anxious.

With a determined heart, he nodded heavily!

Then he turned to the henchman who came to report the situation and shouted at the top of his lungs:

"Listen carefully, take your brothers with you and hold on as long as you can!"

"I'll send more people over for support right away. If you can't hold on, I'll kill your entire family!"

"Yes, Boss! I promise to complete the mission!"

The henchman gritted his teeth, his face full of determination, turned around and rushed back in the direction of the hail of bullets.

Graham did not dare to delay for even a second. He took a few of his trusted associates and hurriedly prepared to leave the office and run towards the underground passage.

At this moment, he had only one thought in his mind: to survive. As long as he could escape, he would still have a chance to turn the situation around.

However, fate seemed to play a cruel joke on him.

Just as they were about to step into the emergency exit,

“Da da da da da da da…”

Intensive gunfire suddenly rang out, and seven or eight gunmen rushed out from all corners like ghosts!

The black muzzle of the gun was pointed at Graham and Jim, spewing out deadly tongues of fire.

Graham and Jim didn't even have time to react before their bodies were pierced by countless bullets!

Like a puppet with its strings cut, he fell heavily into a pool of blood and was beaten into a sieve in an instant.

"Ah? How come you came so quickly..."

The thug who came to report the situation opened his eyes wide, his face full of fear and unwillingness.

These were the last words he uttered before his life faded away.

Two hours ago, the elite members of the War Hall had quietly sneaked into the headquarters building of the Gulf Group with their superb infiltration skills.

They are like hunters lurking in the dark, hiding in every inconspicuous corner, patiently waiting for the signal to attack.

When the clarion call for a full-scale attack was sounded, they rushed out like tigers emerging from the mountains.

The members of the Battle Hall were fully aware of the principle of "capture the leader first" and they went straight to the core leadership of the Gulf Group with a clear goal.

In the fierce firefight, the members of the War Hall relied on superb tactics and fearless courage.

The Gulf Group’s headquarters was quickly razed to the ground at minimal cost.

Even the boss of the Gulf Group, Graham, and the deputy leader, Jim, were successfully dealt with in this blitzkrieg.

The entire process, from the first explosion to the death of Graham and Jim on the spot, took only eight minutes.

For the Gulf Group, these eight minutes were as long as a nightmare.

While a large number of members and cops of the Gulf Group were on their way.

The members of the War Hall had already retreated from the headquarters of the Gulf Group in an orderly manner according to the predetermined plan and disappeared without a trace.

All that was left was a devastated battlefield and the members of the Gulf Group were still in shock.

…

On the other side, in Las Vegas, in a makeshift interrogation room.

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The lights were dim and cold, casting a veil of oppression over the entire space.

Roswell, the captured Proud Boys captain, had bloodshot eyes, showing signs of fatigue and vigilance.

He stared closely at the handsome oriental man in front of him and the beautiful oriental woman standing quietly behind him.

His eyes revealed a complex expression of both vigilance and curiosity.

Finally, he leaned forward slightly, broke the suffocating silence, and asked:

"Hey, are you Situ Ning's man?"

"My name is Lin Yao, the question you asked is not important!"

Lin Yao spoke slowly in a low and calm voice, as if it came from a deep valley.

"What's important then?"

Roswell was stunned, confusion written all over his face.

His brows were tightly furrowed together, and he was secretly guessing the intentions of the man in front of him.

In this situation full of unknowns, he felt an inexplicable tension and uneasiness.

Lin Yao raised his chin slightly, looked directly at Roswell, and continued:

"Mr. Roswell, you were once one of the world's top special forces soldiers. I know that very well."

After a pause, a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he continued:

"As long as you cooperate, I won't kill you!"

"Not only that, I'm also going to make you the boss of the Gulf Group. What do you think?"

When Roswell heard this, he was stunned!

His eyes were wide open, like two marbles about to pop out of their sockets.

His face was filled with astonishment and he couldn't believe his ears.

He stared straight at Lin Yao, his eyes filled with both incredible suspicion and a hint of hope and expectation.

This sudden proposal, like a strong bolt of lightning, struck him instantly and plunged him into extreme shock and contradiction.

Seeing this, Lin Yao slowly took a puff of his cigar and exhaled circles of white smoke.

He said coldly: "Roswell, I don't have much time to waste on you. You just need to answer yes or no?"

Roswell swallowed and a gurgling sound came from his throat.

He licked his dry lips, which were already chapped from nervousness.

He cautiously and tentatively said, "Mr. Lin, do you want me to deal with the Gulf Group?"

At this moment, his heart was full of doubts, not knowing what Lin Yao's real intention was.

It is also uncertain whether there is a huge trap hidden behind this seemingly tempting proposal.

Lin Yao raised the corner of his mouth, revealing a mysterious smile, and said:

"Roswell, 20 minutes ago, the leader and deputy leader of your Gulf Group died at the headquarters of the Gulf Group."

"No, how is it possible? Absolutely impossible!"

Roswell blurted out without thinking, his face full of shock and resistance.

There was an instinctive denial in his voice; he couldn't accept this sudden news.

In his opinion, the leader and deputy leader of the Gulf Group have always controlled powerful forces.

How could he die so easily?

Lin Yao calmly picked up a satellite phone and handed it to Roswell.

He looked at him and said, "If you don't believe it, listen for yourself."

Roswell's hands trembled slightly. He took the phone doubtfully, and his fingertips hesitated on the screen for a moment.

Then he dialed the familiar and crucial number.

His breathing was rapid and heavy, and his eyes were fixed on Lin Yao, as if he wanted to find a flaw in the other's face.

The call was connected, and after speaking for 30 seconds, the expression on Roswell's face froze!

Shock quickly spread across his face!

His lips trembled slightly, but he couldn't utter a word.

Before he could recover from the extreme shock, Lin Yao's low and oppressive voice sounded again:

"Mr. Roswell, I think you should have confirmed the news. So, Boss of the Gulf Group, do you want to do it or not?"

Roswell swallowed hard, as if something was choking his throat.

He calmed himself down, mustered up his courage and said:

"Mr. Lin, of course I am willing to be the leader of the Gulf Group, but I want to know what I have to pay for it."

Lin Yao stared at Roswell with a sharp gaze and said slowly:

"From this second on, I am your boss. Of course, the Gulf Group is going to have to do some major surgery!"

"All uncooperative middle-level managers in the Gulf Group must be eliminated. My people will help you!"

"I don't care what business you are in, but in Country M, if I take action, you must cooperate 100%, otherwise I will kill your whole family!"

Hearing this, Roswell frowned and fell into deep thought.

He knew very well that according to Lin Yao, he was just a white glove of the other party.

On the surface, he seems to be the boss of the Gulf Group, but in reality, he is controlled by Lin Yao in every way.

"Mr. Roswell, if you cooperate, your annual income will not be less than 50 million US dollars!"

Seeing that Roswell was a little hesitant, Lin Yao threw out another very tempting condition, directly painting an extremely tempting pie for Roswell.

In the complex environment of Country M, the forces are intertwined and the forces on all sides are extremely powerful. After all, I am an outsider.

Lin Yao knew very well that wanting to penetrate into Country M and make achievements in the short term was nothing but an unrealistic fantasy.

Therefore, he chose to use white gloves to gradually infiltrate and control.

For the Gulf Group, his current plan is to make Roswell the new leader.

Then place his own people in various key positions of the Gulf Group.

Digest this huge force bit by bit.

Wait until the time is right, and then completely replace him. (End of this chapter)