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Chapter 65: There is no precedence in death
Tang Ji knew the layout of Zog Okanda's office. Although he had rarely dealt with the Bear Gang when he was a law enforcement officer, there were law enforcement officers in charge of this area after all, and the Okanda brothers were in charge of this area. Sidihu that can't be avoided.

Zog Okanda's office photos don't even require the Law Enforcement Bureau to bother to collect evidence. This upstart updates photos and videos showing off his wealth on his personal homepage every day. Tang Ji can restore his office furnishings with his eyes closed.

Of course, considering the weight of Hei Grandet, Tang Ji deliberately brought more explosives, and blew up a big hole with a diameter of two meters around the luxurious chair.

Tang Ji stood two meters away from the center of the explosion. When he saw a fat black man sitting on a golden seat fall from upstairs, he threw two defensive grenades towards the hollow in the ceiling.

That thing is so powerful that it can ensure that there are no living things left in the upstairs room. With the LS Road Group as logistics, Tang Ji's arsenal is quite luxurious.

The explosion under the buttocks blinded Hei Grandet. He couldn't hear anything and could only see the muzzle of Tang Ji's gun on the opposite side.

Out of survival instinct, Hei Grande wanted to say something to make peace. After all, there is nothing in his world that cannot be settled by money, and if there is, it will be super doubled.

Tang Ji didn't give him a chance to speak at all, but just smiled and pressed the detonator in his hand again.

boom!
The familiar impact and shock came under the seat of Heigelang, and the floor of the next floor was also blown through, and the 180 kg weight, together with the chair made of heavy gold, fell down again.

This time, Hei Grandet really felt the pain. When he landed for the first time, his tailbone was broken, but he didn't notice it.

But the pain does not lie, and when the second shock came, it redoubled its vengeance on the Black Grandet.

"No." Hei Grandet slumped on the chair, and he didn't even have the strength to stand up. The pain made him unable to speak clearly.

Then, with two explosions and a scream from upstairs, Tang Ji jumped down and stood opposite Heige Langtai again.

"Fatty, look up at the camera." Tang Ji held up a video camera: "Give the audience a good laugh."

Who can refuse a fat black man who is worth tens of millions and sits on the golden throne with a mouth full of blood?In the live broadcast area of ​​the puppy video, the number of people watching the live broadcast skyrocketed, and Yaqina, who was hiding behind the scenes, smiled.

This is her attention, doing live broadcasts to earn prestige, and making a small amount of money by the way, is good for everyone, so why not do it?Anyway, those who suffer are damned, and every second they live is a waste of air.

Hei Grande finally had the aura of a street gangster. Although he was unable to stand up, he tried his best to spit at Tang Ji's feet, and stretched out his middle finger at him: "Fuck you!"

boom!
Hei Grandet fell down again, this time his head hit the back of the chair hard, his head became dizzy, and he opened his mouth to spit out seven or eight teeth and a small half of his tongue.

Hehe Grandet looked out of the window. He knew that this was his grave. He had done all kinds of bad things in his life, and he didn't expect a good death. Nothing to do with the hands of law enforcers.

Outside is the foundation he built from scratch, and Zog Okanda felt that there was nothing more worthy of being his grave than this place.

It's just death, he can face it calmly.
Well, when Hei Grandet found out that Tang Ji started to pour gasoline on him, he relented, and he wanted to negotiate terms with the other party again. Sometimes it is also a kind of happiness to die quickly.

But his tongue was broken, and he couldn't speak at all. He could only watch the other party push himself to the window, and then threw a lighter over.

"It's just in time for your brothers to reunite and be a good person in your next life." Tang Ji kicked Heigerangtai out.

The burning Pyro just happened to be seen in mid-air, and the saint held Oggda's head high above the stunned spectators below.

This is their funeral, gorgeous and grand.

The saint held up his prize, the hideous head that belonged to Ogda.

When the light reappeared, the audience saw exactly this scene. The silence seemed to continue from the darkness, or fate strangled their throats, allowing them to make only small sounds.

More voices were hidden behind their throats, and it took seven or eight seconds for the audience to react before they let out an ear-piercing scream.

These people don't care who wins and who dies, all they want is a little thrill after living a life like the walking dead.

They may be insignificant, but there are people here who are willing to please them at the cost of their lives, and what they pay is only a negligible amount of money. Is there a better deal than this in the world?

It was Ogda who died today, which made the audience feel that the money was worth it!The Death Fighting Contest has cost a lot of money!

"Almighty Jehovah." The saint was about to chant, but in the next second seven or eight strong men rushed onto the ring, some of them went to check Ogda's body, and the rest surrounded the saint.

The host followed the crowd, a little at a loss. According to the normal procedure, he should go to announce the winner, but who doesn't know that Ogda is the younger brother of the host's boss?

His death is unknown now, and none of you present can escape the responsibility!

The audience who were close to him booed, but that was all. Seeing a few security guards holding pistols, the Saints wisely chose to raise their hands and surrender.

And the staff at the ring scene were also very confused, they had never made such a plan at all!

Ogda's invincible image has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. Who would have thought that he would fall here?In order for the game to be exciting enough, it is customary to allow the debt challenger to come on stage with a cold weapon, but this priest brought a little too much.
Now that Ogda is dead, should they hold the challenger accountable, or celebrate the way they used to treat victors?

Almost everyone twisted their necks and looked towards Hei Grande's office. They knew that only Hei Grande was qualified to make a decision.

But the next second, a burning corpse was thrown out the window, screaming and falling to the ground, motionless.

"Is that Mr. Zog?" A sharp-eyed gunman looked at the still burning body in confusion: "I recognize his clothes."

In fact, everyone could guess that it was Zog Okanda himself, but no one wanted to be sure. The security guards just left the ring silently, not even removing Ogda's body.

The saint walked forward silently, took back his dagger from Ogda's body, waved it perfunctorily at the audience, and limped away from the ring.

　PS: I’m sorry for posting so late, I’m posting it now because I have a social event, and I’m posting one chapter first, and another chapter tomorrow. Lao Mo thinks about it, and plans to update it after [-] o’clock in the future. Or at noon, so that there is an advance amount for temporary overtime work or other things.

　　PS: By the way, I will recommend it again tomorrow, and I can still play it.

　　PS: Thank you book friend @玉水风天 for your reward

　　
　
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