Hearing the exclamations of the crowd, hearing the name spurting out of countless crimson or pale lips, and then penetrating into his ears like a thunderclap, Descartes' body that had been extremely stiff a moment ago suddenly softened. He almost fell to his knees while leaning against the railing.
The arm that gripped the railing tightly prevented the high-ranking federal official from doing something so embarrassing. However, the incessant trembling of his arm indicated that the fear in his heart had already surged endlessly like the dark clouds of the Dawn Star.
There was dead silence in the box. He suddenly turned around and stared at the people in the box with crazy eyes. He waved his arms and screamed, "Kill him! No matter what method you use, kill him!
The people in the box understood and sympathized with Mr. Descartes' loss of composure, because their situation was not much better. After confirming the identity of the man standing in the ring, not many people had the strength to stand up from their chairs.
They were the leaders of Bermuda, but that man was a legend on the battlefield, and now he was obviously on Li Wei's side. Fortunately, they were far less dangerous than Mr. Descartes.
The whole universe knew that the person the Federation government did not want to see the most in these years was the small-eyed man named Xu Le in the ring.
This bloody war in Bermuda had entered the final stage, and they were about to win, even if it was a despicable victory. Was it going to end because of the appearance of that man in the ring?
Countless things had happened in the past ten years, so the big shots in the box knew how terrifying Xu Le's combat strength and tenacity were. They were even willing to admit that they, who had countless subordinates, did not have the courage to fight this man. However, the situation was like this, and they had to fight.
Ji Huo frowned and thought quickly. In his calculations, no matter how strong Xu Le was, he was still a normal person. The local armed forces of Bermuda and the support of the Federation government should have more than a 90% chance of winning.
As the most famous arms smuggler in this star field, Ji Huo had a ruthless heart that the other big shots in the Bermuda Conference did not have. He glanced at his partner who was still hesitating, looked at Descartes and said in a deep voice, "Please give me the command of your special forces, and I promise to kill that man."
The panicked expression on Descartes' face relaxed a little as he heard Ji Huo's words. He praised in a trembling voice, "I'll leave everything to you, Mr. Ji Huo."
Ji Huo was no longer as flattering, and Descartes was no longer as arrogant and contemptuous. This was no longer the nightclub of the manor, but a venue where Xu Le was present.
Just as Ji Huo was about to stand up and prepare for battle, he suddenly noticed a small red dot appearing under the railing beside him.
Then the second red dot, the third red dot …
The red light spot was very dim and weak. If one didn't pay attention, they wouldn't be able to notice it in the dim environment of the room. However, if someone were to look closer, they would be able to see that there were two very small ancient letters in the center of the red light spot.
XF。
Like red ants, three dim red dots of light quietly entered the room through the wall. They crawled on the sofa and on the bodies of the big shots who did not notice them. They moved smoothly and nimbly, leaving no trace behind.
Ji Huo, who was about to get up, saw the red light and sat back down in his chair, dejected. Cold sweat instantly seeped out of his forehead, and his whole body was filled with fear.
There were at least three modified sniper rifles aimed at the room he was in.
He had seen these red dots that looked like red ants and knew that they were the laser calibration points of some kind of modified sniper rifle. He didn't need to look carefully to know that at the center of the red dots, there must be the two ancient letters XF.
He even knew that the laser calibration points of this modified sniper rifle could be adjusted to the point where they could be seen with the naked eye. This meant that the snipers outside didn't care about being discovered by the people in the room and were confident that they could control the situation.
Ji Huo was able to see this not only because he was the biggest arms smuggler in Bermuda, but because he was the only one in the entire universe who had sold this kind of gun.
The modified sniper rifle that Ji Huo called TP was the most advanced sniper rifle he had ever seen in his long career as an arms dealer. Other than not being on par with the legendary ACW, it was enough to look down on all similar equipment.
TP was not the standard gun of the Federation or the Empire. It came from a mysterious seller. It was a very honorable thing to be able to obtain the exclusive rights to sell this kind of gun, but unfortunately, Ji Huo didn't dare to show it off in the past two years.
This was because he had paid the painful price of the explosion of three smuggling spaceships. Those lessons were too unforgettable.
However, he was so scared now, not only because he was targeted by three TP modified sniper rifles, but also not because of those lessons. It was because only he knew that those guns were sent to the West Woods, to the old mansion in the Wei-2 District.
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Xu Le came to Bermuda, and the little princess of the Zhong family should have followed him to Bermuda. Ji Huo stared at the three red dots under his feet and thought to himself, 'Could it be that the West Woods special forces have surrounded the venue?'
Because of this fearful speculation and the fear of the mysterious supplier of the TP modified sniper rifle, Ji Huo, who was prepared to join hands with the Federation government to eliminate Xu Le, subconsciously looked at the three red dots and raised his hands.
The thoughts in his mind were completed in an instant. The big shots in the room didn't know what kind of struggle he had gone through in his heart. They frowned and asked a few questions when they saw him raise his hands in a strange manner.
Cold sweat slid down Ji Huo's cheeks. The next moment, he realized that raising his hands in advance to surrender was a wise choice.
In the darkest corner of the dim room, two faces suddenly appeared in front of everyone like ghosts. One of them pointed a gun at Descartes and said softly, "Everyone, don't move."
The room suddenly became tense. The big shots sitting on the sofa looked at the two gunmen who had somehow sneaked in. They were shocked and speechless.
The door of the room was pushed open from the outside. The corridor light shone into the room and shone on the two gunmen. Only then did people realize that they were wearing dark black combat suits and their faces were painted with camouflage dark paint. They looked like real ghosts.
In the soft and scattered corridor light, a wheelchair came in with the sound of a motor. A curly-haired man sat in the wheelchair. His face couldn't be seen clearly. Only a very thick shotgun could be seen on his lap.
Behind the curtain of the sofa on the right side of the room, the small-eyed special forces member responsible for protecting Descartes quickly took out the gun at his waist and was ready to shoot when the light shone on the eyes of the two gunmen.
The elite special forces member made the right choice. Unfortunately, he didn't see the three smoothly moving red dots and didn't know that there were snipers outside.
A slight click came from somewhere on the opposite side of the ceiling. The TP sniper with a silencer fired from a long distance.
The elite special forces member by the curtain suddenly bounced up and collapsed in the corner. A moment later, blood flowed out from under the sofa.
The big shots were shocked by this scene of death. They tightly pursed their lips and sat still on the sofa with serious expressions. Everyone wanted to save face and didn't want to be controlled by others. However, no one dared to be arrogant in front of a sniper rifle.
The two gunmen, who were as black as ghosts, did not seem to have seen the sniper bullet blowing up the small-eyed elite of the special forces. They walked around Descartes expressionlessly and occupied the corner with the largest view in the room. Holding the guns in their hands, they aimed at everyone as suppressive measures.
"Who are you?!"
Descartes, with a pale face, stared at the wheelchair at the door. He looked at the man in the wheelchair whose face was even paler than his own and asked in a trembling voice.
The young man in the wheelchair frowned slightly. His pale face was full of hatred. After a long silence, he replied, "Group 7 Da Vinci."
Hearing the words Group 7, the atmosphere in the room became even more depressing. Descartes and the Bermuda tycoons didn't know what happened on the Mo Hua planet, so they didn't expect Group 7 to appear here.
Xu Le was already very scary. If there was Group 7, which was about to be forgotten but never really forgotten by the world, what would it mean?
When Descartes recognized Xu Le, he was about to go crazy. When he found that Group 7 was also acting with Xu Le, he fell into despair.
When people were in despair, it was easy to hallucinate. For example, at this moment, Descartes looked at the wheelchair in front of him, looked at the weak curly-haired man in the wheelchair, looked at the gun on the man's knee, and realized that the two gunmen behind him didn't pay attention to him at all …
If he rushed over to grab the gun, restrained the weak man, and threatened Xu Le and Group 7, he should be able to survive. But why was there such a good opportunity? Was this an illusion?
No, he opened his eyes wide to confirm that this was not an illusion. This was his last hope!
Descartes trembled and howled. Like a housewife rushing to the supermarket in the morning to buy limited-time bean pods, he suddenly pounced on the wheelchair!
Da Vinci in the wheelchair seemed to have expected this high-ranking Federation official to do this. Just as Descartes' howl was squeezed out of his throat, he quickly picked up the gun on his knee with both hands and pulled the trigger without even aiming.
A loud boom resounded!
The room was filled with the smell of burnt flesh. Descartes' body was sprayed by hundreds of graphite balls fired at close range. He was blown back several meters by the violent force contained in the balls at high speed and heavily hit the railing.
Like a broken bamboo, with a crisp crack, Descartes, who came to carry out the president's secret mission, died. His chest and abdomen were a mess.
At this time, no one knew if he still remembered the manor and the beautiful woman that the Bermudians gave him, or if he regretted it.
The wheelchair came to the front of Descartes' body. Da Vinci spat and looked at the body and said, "I gave you hope, then made you despair. I am playing with you. Let's see if you idiots dare to play with me again!"
The room was silent. When the leaders of the Bermudian Conference, who were known for their ruthlessness, saw this scene, they didn't have any expression on their faces, but their hearts were extremely cold. Only now did they know that Group 7 was actually so ruthless!
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