1254: C1254 Enemy Attack

C1254 Enemy Attack

On the road outside the city, a figure was constantly moving forward, sometimes to the left and sometimes to the right.

Eight kilometers was neither long nor short. Ten minutes later, Ou Dawei arrived at the bottom of the attic.

Hiding in the grass, he carefully looked ahead and pulled out his dagger.

"Come, come, let's have a smoke. Relax, there's someone watching us from above."

The bodyguard with the cigarette in his mouth patted his companion, "What's more, this time we have Blood Evil Mercenary Group, what's there to be afraid of?"

The companion nodded his head: "That's true, Mr. Tony, with us bodyguards it will be enough, why are you still looking for Blood Evil Mercenary Group?"

"What else can we do? Rich people aren't like this. They're afraid of death."

Shrugging his shoulders, the bodyguard patted the Desert Eagle in his hands, "If it weren't for Blood Evil Mercenary Group, we wouldn't have been able to find such a great gun."

"That's right, this kind of gun is the most enjoyable when it is used to kill people." They nodded in agreement and joked, "Besides, now …" "Who is it …"

Just as his eyes widened, blood spurted out from his throat due to the pain and he died. The bodyguard who was smoking immediately reacted, turning around with the Desert Eagle in his hand.

However, before he could see what was going on, his mouth was covered and his chest was in severe pain. He then burped in the next second.

"If you haven't used the Desert Eagle yet, why are you putting it on? If you don't die, then who will?"

Ou Dawei looked at the Desert Eagle, whose face was still covered by a gun, then looked up at the attic.

There was no movement from below, so the higher-ups would definitely have their suspicions.

All he needed to do now was to wait for the commotion above.

Three minutes later, a sound came from the pavilion.

"Did you go to the toilet for so long? Did you go for a smoke?"

"Our Blood Evil Mercenary Group is for trash like you to use as a weapon, but if you don't do your work, you should instead let us work."

"Big brother, don't be angry. I'll go down and see what's going on."

With the last sound, the sound of someone coming down the stairs could be heard. Ou Dawei, who was waiting downstairs, immediately hid.

"Who are you …"

Seeing the gun pointed at the top of his head, he subconsciously opened his mouth and died the next second.

"It's good to have a silencer, boss is great."

After killing one of them easily, Ou Dawei took out the flash grenade that Lin Fann gave him.

This time, he strode up the stairs, intentionally causing the sound of footsteps to attract the attention of those above. "Something has happened. Something has happened."

After shouting twice, he threw the flash grenade in his hand.

Upon hearing his shout, the people on top of the pavilion all looked towards the stairs. The next second, he saw a bomb fly towards him.

In just a second, he was blinded by the blinding light before he could even react.

"Enemy attacks. Enemy attacks."

The piercing pain in his eyes was covered by his hand reflexively. He had also obtained something convenient in just a few short seconds.

There were a total of eight people, and other than the five bodyguards, the other three were all from Blood Evil Mercenary Group.1

"Why does Blood Evil Mercenary Group sound so familiar?"

Looking at the uniform of the three people, Ou Dawei frowned: "The Blood Evil Mercenary Group that is ranked fifth, this Tony is really rich."

Picking up the sniper rifle from the ground, he could clearly see the situation of the gathering through the sight. He aimed at Tony's head, he could pull the trigger at any time if he wanted to kill someone.

However, thinking of Lin Fann's warning, Ou Dawei snorted and said, "I'll let you live a little longer."

When he turned to look at Lin Fann, he saw Lin Fann's cold gaze and was immediately scared to the point that his heart shrunk.

"Even the eldest is able to sense them from such a distance. He's too formidable, isn't he?"

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