At ten o 'clock at night, Clive Clive, the Chief Information Officer of the Cardiff Corporation, drove his Norfolk sedan out of the garage slowly with a heavy heart. However, due to his absent-mindedness, he lost control of the car, causing the front of the car to crash into the flower bed in front of him.
Clive knew that it was impossible for him to drive in his current state. He sighed and directly walked to the other 'Saber-toothed Tiger' armored off-road vehicle that was following behind.
"Boss, are you in a bad mood now?"
In the passenger seat, one of Clive's bodyguards looked over curiously. "Why are you going out so late at night? What's the matter?"
"It's none of your business. Just drive to the company."
Clive thought for a moment and ordered, "Be careful along the way. Try to find a crowded place. Just today, someone declared war on the Cardiff Corporation. It's the Xuri Company."
"Declared war? Xuri Company? The company that has a lot of retail stores and offers discounts every day? "
The bodyguards in the car, including the driver, looked at each other.
"I heard that their boss is that lucky André, the famous fighting star."
"Wow, that little guy? He actually dared to declare war on the Cardiff Corporation? Unbelievable — "
"Should I say his courage is commendable? The Cardiff Corporation is a billion-dollar corporation after all. "
"The chairman will make his head explode. What a pity for that pretty face of his."
"All of you, shut up!"
Clive didn't feel relaxed at all. His face was ashen. "That's not the little guy you think he is. 'Dark Snake' Macon, 'Poison Sword' Lasciel is probably dead! Dead! Do you understand? "
In an instant, everyone in the off-road vehicle fell into a deathly silence. Clive clenched his fists, leaned back on the seat, and closed his eyes to rest.
"Anyway, get to the headquarters as soon as possible! It's not safe here anymore. "
But before he could finish, the driver in the front said with a trembling voice, "Boss, there's someone in front. We might be in trouble."
Everyone in the car was on high alert. Rodin Clive opened his eyes immediately and looked ahead. On the street in front of them, a huge white bear stood there, a layer of thorny armor extending from its two arms, gradually covering the white bear's entire body.
"Fire! Step on the accelerator and press forward with all your might! "
At this moment, Clive felt his heart throbbing and his limbs turning cold. However, his gaze was cold and murderous.
The Norfolk Saber-Toothed Tiger accelerated to its maximum speed, reaching 300 kilometers per hour. The bodyguards in the car also opened the windows and used all kinds of guns to spit fire in front of them. However, it was to no avail. The layer of thorns armor was extremely sturdy, and its defensive ability surpassed many 18S grade armors. Moreover, it was covered with a thick layer of bear skin. These magic bullets could not hurt this huge beast at all.
In the next moment, there was a thunderous roar. The white bear waved its huge paw and directly smashed the front of the Saber-Toothed Tiger armored car. In an instant, the front half of the car was dented, and the two magic professionals in the driver's seat and co-driver's seat were completely silent. They were almost smashed into meat patties.
Rodin Clive also suffered a huge impact. He felt sharp pain all over his body. At this moment, an unbelievable thought rose in his mind.
A Level-17 Druid, Thorny Iron Hand — this was a guy with a combat power close to 19S!
However, this was also Clive's last thought in this world. With a soft "poof" sound, a bullet penetrated through the broken rear window and directly penetrated his brain from the back!
…
On the ninth floor of 39 Tucker Street in the eastern suburbs of the city, Lawrence Collingson half-squatted by the window, aiming the sniper rifle in front of him. His target was the Cardiff Warehouse located a mile away. From here, he could see the front gate of the warehouse and more than half of the courtyard.
And Sampson Brut's cold and clear voice came from the walkie-talkie beside him.
"Lawrence, is there a problem? Can you take care of the two magic professionals on the left? "
"No problem, Mr. Brut. Although I am not from the army, the environment of the Southeast Asian jungle is much more cruel than America. "
Lawrence Collingson chewed on the chocolate and laughed. "I promise that they will not be an obstacle, and I promise that your assault team will not encounter any obstacles along this route. There is also good news. I saw the outsider you were talking about, the Level-15 Magician An Pusheng. He is smoking outside the third warehouse. This is stupid, right? "
"Then get rid of him now!"
Sampson Brut's tone was as hard as a rock. "All units, pay attention! Move the plan ahead of time. Once you hear the gunshots, over. "
Just as Sampson finished speaking, a middle-aged man holding a pipe in front of the third warehouse suddenly had a look of shock on his face. But it was too late for him to dodge. The bullet flying through the night sky pierced through his shoulder blade. Then, the shell exploded and tore apart a small part of his body. This greatly affected his movements. With great difficulty, he activated an artifact on him and tried to return to the interior of the warehouse.
But before he could do so, a bullet flew from another direction and pierced through his brain!
And at this moment, rapid gunshots came from all directions of the warehouse center.
"Sentry Number Three has been cleared!"
"Sentry Number Four has two people killed. One person is hiding behind cover. All units, pay attention. Over."
"Sentry Number One has been cleared!"
"All units, pay attention and take cover. It has been confirmed that Isolt Cadivan is in the second warehouse. Some of us have been injured by him. 15S level marksmanship. Over!"
Under the moonlight and night sky, teams of fully armed Magicians swarmed into the warehouse center like a pack of wolves. Although there were sounds of intense gunfire everywhere, it usually lasted less than three seconds before it died down. Under someone's command, the entire offensive was like quicksilver flowing on the ground.
At the same time, a total of five rockets and two recoilless cannons fiercely bombarded the walls of the second warehouse. Just as the magic defense array gradually weakened, an abnormally burly figure wearing heavy armor charged forward like a tank and smashed the warehouse door into pieces.
The Berserker, who was close to Level-17, let out a deafening roar along with the deafening boom.
"Isolt Cadivan!"
At this time, there was a continuous burst of fire on his body. Countless bullets bombarded his three-layered heavy armor, making a series of clanging sounds.
But the Berserker ignored these gunshots. In his eyes, there was only a thin figure who had switched to an automatic rifle and was quickly retreating. Then, without hesitation, he charged forward again!
At the next moment, the place where the figure was located was destroyed by the huge Viking Battleaxe. Everything was sliced into pieces and turned into powder.
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