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Chapter 197 Explosion
boom!Boom!

Three bullets were fired and the three secretaries fell to the ground.

Although one of the fallen secretaries was able to get up because his original lungs were replaced with prosthetic lungs, it was only a matter of one more shot.

boom!
Cyclops's hand was shaking with pain, but the bullet still hit the secretary's head.

The secretary opened his eyes wide and stared at the one-eyed dragon falling.

None of this matters.

The one-eyed dragon gritted his teeth and pointed his pistol at the tied chameleon.

Living wanted criminals can be exchanged for more money, but in this situation, these secretaries must be under control.

The electromagnetic blockade has failed, and the chameleon capable of hacking is too dangerous!

boom!
A bullet went through the chameleon's forehead.

His head first tilted back due to the force of the impact, then dropped, and there was no movement again.

When the hacker dies, the person being controlled will also lose control.

The one-eyed dragon turned around and found that several secretaries who were still alive had indeed fallen.

"I used to make a lot of money, but now I can only make a small amount." He said through gritted teeth.

Excluding the cost of large-scale repairs to the Devil's Gang building, although the bounty for No. 1 corpse on the bounty list is generous, it really doesn't make much money.

If he knew that the electromagnetic blockade would fail, Cyclops would not ambush a legendary hacker.

He just got the chip by chance and waited with some hope. Unexpectedly, the chameleon actually arrived.

Now, it's all over.

The one-eyed dragon stretched out his hand and touched the chip in his chest pocket.

Nothing at all.

He quickly lowered his head.

Really, nothing.

The chip is missing!
The one-eyed dragon squatted down again and inspected the female secretary.

No.

how could be?

When was it taken?
Gollum.

Gollum.

The one-eyed dragon turned around and saw that the belly of the prisoner's corpse was bulging at an abnormal speed, like a pregnant woman.

His instinct from years of fighting made him immediately crouch down and hide behind the conference table.

boom!
Corpses explode!

The large conference room was in a mess.

"Bah," the one-eyed dragon stood up, only slightly injured, "crazy man."

He didn't expect that someone would put a bomb in his stomach.

Preliminary estimates suggest that the legendary spy connected the bomb's fuse to his own heart.

As soon as his heart stops, the bomb will explode.

Such a vicious method, if One-Eyed Dragon hadn't reacted in time, he would have been killed on the spot.

The blood circulation pump in the body is turned on, the nerve protection system in the chest is turned on, and the self-check of the operating system is correct.

Cyclops's injuries are not serious, but turning on these medical prosthetics can help him regain some sense of security after being riddled with holes by the chameleon.

The prisoner's body was blown up by himself, what else could he do?
"People inside, listen, open the windows, or we'll punch through the wall!"

The voice of the trauma team came from outside.

"I repeat, people inside listen and open the windows or we'll punch through the wall!"

"No response! Cut through the wall, quickly!"

One-Eyed Dragon felt that the voice of the trauma team had never sounded so moving.

Snapped!
Within ten seconds, a large hole was opened in the outer wall, allowing two people to walk side by side.

The members of the trauma team immediately discovered a living person like Cyclops.

They pointed their guns at the living.

"Don't shoot!" Cyclops raised his hands, "I am not the enemy! I did not kill them! I am also a victim! Although I am not a company employee, I am a VIP customer of the trauma team!"

He didn't call the trauma team, not that far yet.It was the deaths of several company people in a large conference room that brought in the trauma team.

Regardless of the fact that these fully armed warriors are doing the job of rescuing people, their combat effectiveness is only slightly higher than that of the Djinn City's Mobile Team; of course, it is still lower than the Terrorist Mobile Team anyway.

"Confirmation, there is a living VIP customer here who was slightly injured. Take the company and the VIP customer back, and also want the body of the company person."

The trauma team received new orders.

The one-eyed dragon relaxed completely.

Doctors from the trauma team will conduct a comprehensive examination.

Although the examination fee is very expensive, the professional doctors are very reputable and meticulous enough.

He is the boss of a gang and enjoys this kind of service with little financial burden.

There is some softness underneath the body.

Is it the body of the female secretary?
Strangely, he remembered that the female secretary was not pregnant, so why was her belly so bulging?

He thought about it.

The one-eyed dragon's scalp was numb and he stretched out a hand towards the soldiers of the trauma team.

The soldiers of the trauma team felt something was wrong through the sudden change in the VIP client's expression, but it was already too late.

boom!
The body of the female secretary explodes.

The wall was punched through, blasting out four soldiers from the trauma team.

With their high-standard equipment and superb combat skills, they immediately threw hook locks at the breach in the wall at the moment they were rushed into the air by the shock wave.

Two hits, two off the hook.

But that's enough.

The four warriors hugged each other and were hung in mid-air by two hooks.

"It is confirmed that an unknown explosion occurred and the VIP customer who originally survived suffered cardiac arrest."

The four soldiers listened to the voice in the tactical earphones without any emotion on their faces.

Maybe, but covering it up doesn't affect the action at hand at all.

They climbed back into the hole neatly.

If this place was a mess just now, now it is covered in flesh and blood.

"Confirmed that everyone at the target location is dead and all rescue targets have been lost."

"The order is confirmed. Return to rest immediately and wait for new orders."

Trauma team soldiers, collect everything and return to the airship.

Of course they knew that this was the building of the Devil Gang, but since there was no need for rescue, the flesh and blood had nothing to do with them.

The garbage will be cleaned up by people from the Devil's Gang and taken away by the company's garbage trucks every early morning.

The armed driver of the garbage truck is used to transporting corpses, and he will also chat with the half-mutilated corpses.

"Boss!"

"Boss!"

A small group of Devil Gang members came to the large conference room.

They looked outside the hollow in the wall as the trauma team's airship flew away.

"The boss won't die, he's so wise," one of the minions said, "He must have been injured on the trauma team's airship."

"Fuck! I sent a message, but the eldest brother didn't reply to me!" The numbers in the second-in-command's prosthetic eyes gradually faded.

"Is the boss unconscious?" another minion asked.

"It's very possible. Those explosions just now, I would also be in a coma!" said a small boss.

The second-in-command made a decision: "Divide into three teams to clean up the surrounding gangs! We want them to know that even if the eldest brother is not around for the time being, the Devil Gang is still the Devil Gang. Let them look at it carefully! You, follow me , clear the people out of the building. And you, go call the engineer and assess the damage."

The second-in-command’s decision-making was fairly orderly.

……

On the rooftop of the Devil's Gang building, a hooded chameleon opened his palms.

The chip he wants is now in his hand.

It's just the loss of an insignificant body.

(End of this chapter)