What should I do if I was forced into marriage by the sick and charming young lady?

Jamshidji smiled greedily. This is a world where the weak prey on the strong. The poor should be the food of the rich. If you don’t want wealth to shrink and depreciate, you must learn to squeeze the poor.

The Tata Group did it, and so did the Ranauds.

Sometimes in order to achieve their goals, forgery, manipulation, bribery, extortion, seduction and even murder are all used.

Amir still sat quietly on the sidelines without any expression, his green eyes had already dimmed, and Amitaba's heavy panting came from behind him, and he saw Jamshidji's personality clearly for the first time.

In fact, he always thought that although Lord Jamshidji is as timid as a mouse, he has a good character. He has done a lot of charity work. It was not until 5 minutes ago that Amitabha fully understood that the so-called charity is only for the rich. means people use to evade taxes.

"Why haven't the maids come yet?" Dulab clapped his hands and urged the servants beside him, "Hurry up, my dear father, the great Jamshidji can't wait."

"Master Dulab, I will help you to remind me, these new girls are hypocritical!"

A Filipino maid with a slightly fat figure walked towards the door of the living room. When she opened the door, Amiteba immediately acted.

"Be careful, Miss Amir, it's a shock bomb!"

The sound was so familiar. When the shock bomb hit the floor, Amitaba recognized the props used by the enemy in the first second.

It is the M84 shock bomb used by the police in country A. It is equivalent to the strong flash of 800 million candles and the loud noise of 170 decibels, which is enough to blind people for 10 seconds. If you do not wear earmuffs, you may even faint.

Fortunately, the old butler Amiteba was prepared. He took out an earmuff to put on Amir, and immediately threw Amir down. All these actions were completed within one second, and the next second was a meal of no purpose. Differential strafing, the bullets poured in quickly, spitting out tongues of fire.

"Hello, did you order a Thai massage here?"

Two women in black leather clothes were holding submachine guns. They were graceful and S-shaped. The sight of the men was enough to spurt blood, but at this moment, neither Durab nor Jamshidji had time to appreciate the hotness Eye-catching scene.

What they hold in their hands is enough to make the wealth they are chasing for turn into nothing in an instant.

"Damn my ears!!!"

Durab felt as if his ears were bleeding, and Jamshidji was still in a bad mood. If it wasn't for the large size of the living room, the shock bombs would be powerful enough to stun them both.

"You fat man, get the hell out of here, don't fucking hide behind me!"

"It's the son's responsibility to protect his father, aren't you going to marry my daughter? Think about it quickly, this is your palace, right?" Jamshidji reacted quickly, and immediately hid behind Durab, while He yelled at Amitaba, "Amitaba, raise soldiers for a thousand days and use them for a while, don't hide, be brave!"

"You don't need to say..."

Amitaba gritted his teeth, stared at his red eyes, and took out a Glock pistol.

"Miss, are you okay?"

"Thanks to Uncle Amiteba, I'm fine..."

Because it was so sudden, even if Amir closed his eyes, he still felt pain in his pupils as if they were being burned by a fire.

"I will protect the eldest lady, no matter who the enemy is, don't even try to hurt you!"

"Protect me, Amitba, you trash! Ladies across the street, I can give you as much money as you want, please don't kill us!"

At this moment, the window behind was also shattered, and two graceful figures broke through the window.

A bullet hit Jamshidji in the back of the head from behind, and the two eyeballs suddenly became cloudy.

"Father!"

Amir didn't expect his father to be shot. The bullet pierced his forehead from the back of his head, and he didn't even have time to say a last word. Dulab of the Tata Group immediately knelt on his knees and begged.

"Please don't kill me, I can do whatever you want!"

"Okay, we only want Amir's life, as long as you are honest, we will not kill you, and the well will not violate the river."

The woman who broke into the living room on the third floor through the window said with a smile in an authentic London accent.

"Okay, please kill Amir, don't worry, I will take care of the aftermath, as long as you don't kill me..."

--boom.

"Huh? Did you make a mistake?"

Dulab looked at his heart in disbelief. The person who shot at him turned out to be Amitaba who was supposed to be the bodyguard.

Before he had time to react, he fell to the ground, blood staining the carpet.

There are enemies in front of and behind Amiteba, and now it is tantamount to a dead end.

"Miss, even if you die, I will definitely protect you. Although my request is rude, I still hope that you can call me Dad."

"Father..." Amir's expression was a little dull. She expected that she might fall into a dead end, but she didn't expect to fall into such a situation in the palace of the Tata Group.

He never thought that his father would die before his eyes.

"Amitabha... Dad..."

Amiteba smiled kindly, and fired three shots at the back. A woman in a tight black leather jacket dodged, but the other couldn't dodge, and was hit in the head, blood splattered everywhere.

The maid in front started to shoot at the sofa, and Amitaba stood in front of Emir, got shot in the stomach, grunted, and spat out a mouthful of blood:

"Your loyal Amiteba will fight for you, I wish you happiness!"

Now it is three-on-one, and it is surrounded. If there is no Amir present, there may be a way to retreat.

Either way.

The father also has the glory of the father.

"Come on, you pack of hyenas!"

Volume 310#Chapter [-] Sacrifice

There are a total of 15 bullets in the magazine of the Glock pistol. Just now, there are 12 bullets left after three consecutive shots. It only takes two seconds for Amiteba to change the magazine, but at this critical moment, even if it is two seconds They are all extravagances, that is to say, if Amitaba cannot kill the enemy with the remaining 12 bullets, there is a high probability that he and Amir will die.

The enemy is using a submachine gun and occupying a favorable position. This situation is almost dead.

"Ha ha……"

To die for a daughter is a worthy death for a father.

Amitaba took out a smoke bomb from his arms fiercely. In order to make up for the disadvantage, this was the only chance.

As soon as his arm was exposed, he was immediately hit by the MP5 submachine gun and the P90 submachine gun. The intense pain was like drowsiness trying to blur Amitaba's consciousness. He seemed to hear a lullaby-like sweet voice echoing in his ears.

"Don't hurt Uncle Amiteba, I am the one you are going to kill, and I will die obediently, so..."

"Didn't you agree to call me Dad?" Amitaba smiled kindly, but his eyes didn't care about Amir at all, and he kept shooting at the girl who broke in through the window just now.

The enemy was smart enough to take cover immediately, and she obviously knew the advantage of a submachine gun over a pistol.

Once the bullets in the magazine are finished, Amitaba and Amir are lambs to be slaughtered.

Enemies are masters.

The vultures are waiting for them to die, and then feast on them. The smoke bomb can last for about 30 seconds, but considering that the enemy is a master, it is conservatively estimated that the enemy will kill them again soon, and then it will be deadlocked again.

A flash of farewell flashed in Amitba’s eyes. He also hopes to live, but this is not a Bollywood movie. After the bunker, start hand-to-hand combat and deal with the most threatening enemy first. Before the other two enemies get rid of the smoke bomb, they will completely eliminate their worries.

Taking out a Gurkha knife hidden in his bosom, Amitaba, who was over fifty years old, rushed towards the girl in black tights like a ghostly shadow.

--Ding!

The Gurkha knife collided with the military thorns, and they rubbed off dazzling flames.

There must be no stalemate!

"Ahhhh!!!"

Amitaba's eyes were wide open, but he could no longer use his full strength. Just now, one arm was crippled. Although his melee combat was very strong, his occupation in the mercenary team was a sniper.

The body should not be cherished, and it is the duty and responsibility of a father to pave the way for his children.

The Gurkha knife withdrew sharply, and the girl in tights cut Amitba's two fingers with the knife, and blood flowed profusely immediately.

"No!"

Amir wanted to run up, but Amiteba yelled sharply:

"Don't stand up! Do you want my sacrifice to be meaningless?"

Amir was stunned.

This was the first time Amitabha yelled at him since he was a child.

"You are not good at melee combat. For an opponent of this level, you will die as soon as you show up."

Amiteba's Gurkha knife was successfully pierced into the girl's neck.

There are only two enemies left in the smoke bomb, and the pistol still has 7 rounds of ammunition, which is a bit reluctant, and one arm has been disabled, and the hand holding the gun has only three fingers left.

Too embarrassed.

"Hei Dao, Trojan Horse, what are you doing? I don't want to die, help me..."

The eyes of the girl who was stabbed in the neck gradually lost sight, and blood flowed out.

"Damn it, Iron-Blooded Prime Minister, hold on!"

The girl was about the same age as Amir, and Amitaba felt a little depressed, but this emotion was only for a moment. Being soft-hearted to the enemy on the battlefield is suicide.

——Da da da da da.

As soon as Amitaba turned around, the abdomen was immediately hit by dense bullets, and the expensive housekeeper's uniform was riddled with holes.

"Did you get rid of the smoke bomb in four seconds..."

Miscalculation.

The two girls who broke into the living room are also the best of the best. Originally, Amitabha thought that they could delay it for at least seven seconds.

Pity.

"father!"

"Finally willing to call me daddy..."

Amitaba put the Gurkha knife into the scabbard, and threw the pistol at Amir.

As the teacher who taught Amir to snipe, he knew that Amir had only learned some basic melee combat, so he was absolutely impossible to be an opponent.

"God, bless my daughter!" Amiteba roared loudly, trying to throw the remaining two girls down with his physical body, buying time for Amir.

Fortunately, it is a submachine gun. If it is a rifle, the powerful impact is enough to knock him out. Amitaba endured the pain, like a zombie in a horror movie, trying to block the bullet with his body, and the warm blood spattered On Amir's face, Amitaba wanted to apologize, but the organ that made the sound had been hit by a bullet just now, and the mouth was already full of the rusty smell of blood.

The last bullet hit the head.

"Is he really human?"

"Who knew? I didn't expect Mumbai to have such a master, just like Berserker..."

Amiteba fell down, leaving only Amir, holding the scimitar she had just inherited from Amitaba.

"dad……"

The father Amir called out was naturally not Jamshidji. The conversation between Jamshidji and Durab just now completely sealed Amir's heart. Her father was the unrelated Amitba.

Her green eyes, which were as calm as a pool of water, lost the tranquility of the past, and were dyed red by anger. Unfortunately, she has no strength.

In long-distance sniping, Amir is one of the best masters. It is not too much to say that he has inherited the mantle of the legendary mercenary Amiteba. However, in close combat, Amir can only be regarded as a beginner. People, the grappling technique can just catch Gao Sijin, that's all...

Hand-to-hand combat?

This is the first time Emil holds a knife.

"I'm sorry, Amir, although I have no grievances with you, but I still ask you to die, who told you to be so smart."

I can't be reconciled...

Amir gripped the Gurkha knife tightly.

It's over, the enemy has no intention of showing mercy, the black muzzle is aimed at Amir, just when the trigger is about to be pulled, Amir hears a burst of fire, and the two who are about to kill Amir stand in front of Amir. A girl was shot from behind and turned into a sieve.

Flesh and blood splashed on Amir's face again.

"Master Amir, are you alright?"

"Sorry we're late!"

It was the voices of Bella Guzar and Sima Yurou, they are official maids under Miss Yuexue...

This was originally the living room of Tata Group Durab, but at this moment, there are only a lot of blood-stained pieces of meat left here.

Amir looked at everything in front of her like a dream, as if she was still in a dream and was speechless...

"Amitaba."