Chapter 682: 682 attack
Chapter 682682 Attack
With a crash, the newspaper in her hand was crumpled into countless wrinkles. The lady eating breakfast had a frosty look on her face and angrily threw the already wrinkled newspaper on the dining table.
"That **** actually, actually had two children at once! Damn it, why didn't he die? Why didn't he die?" Even the exquisite makeup could not hide the viciousness on the woman's face. She cursed loudly, and her voice echoed throughout the room. That angry voice.
The empty, huge restaurant has only one terrifyingly huge long table. The furnishings here are quite luxurious, with candlesticks made of gold everywhere.
It's a pity that these candlesticks are all covered with dust, because from the huge chandelier overhead, the electric light shines down on everything.
In the war between Tang State, Qi State and Mirage State, the commander of Cyric's fleet going north was actually the confidant of this beautiful snake.
At that time, she really felt that it was profitable, so she launched a sneak attack by Cyric's fleet to attack Dragon Island northward. To her pity, both the airship unit and the battleship unit failed.
This is how things sometimes go. If you win and succeed, then there will be flowers and applause. But if you fail, everything will be different.
Other Cyric directors who had been silent about her actions before became Zhuge Liang after the action failed, including the director Sophia, who had secretly expressed support for her before, and all changed their attitudes.
Almost everyone blames her, complaining that she lost a large number of airships and also wiped out the modern fleets of Cyric and Goblins.
Not to mention the loss of money and people, Cyric was put in a completely passive disadvantageous position in the subsequent negotiations with Tang State, which became an excuse for many directors to criticize her.
She lost a lot of money for this, and even had to pay out part of Cyric's shares, which calmed down part of her anger.
But obviously, things didn’t end that way. I heard that the red-haired **** Sophia betrayed her and traded her as a bargaining chip to the king of Tang.
The consequences of offending Tang Mo are still fresh in the memory of many Cyric directors. The smiling tiger who once dominated Cyric and even overpowered Sophia died in an unknown manner at home, and his property was divided up after his death. of.
With this lesson learned from the past, many senior executives of Cyric are now very careful about their diet. They are afraid of being poisoned and live suspiciously, which in turn makes them look more like humans than ghosts.
The beautiful snake in front of me belongs to this type of person. What she eats every day must be specially inspected by someone, and those who handle the food must also be absolutely loyal confidants.
Even the man who accompanies her to sleep at night must be checked repeatedly. Days like this have driven her almost crazy. Every day when she can't eat well or sleep, it tortures her and makes her even crazier.
The maids took away the leftovers, leaving only the middle-aged woman cursing in the restaurant. She had lived a brilliant life, and until seven years ago she was very proud, powerful and wealthy.
It is a pity that with the rise of Datang Group, her life has become worse day by day. Her wealth is shrinking rapidly, and her good days are coming to an end.
"Madam, your car is ready." The butler came over, bowed his head respectfully, and reported to this MILF, but still a romantic lady.
The woman stood up angrily, walked forward, and complained: "Is there something I can't talk about on the phone..."
The best telephone produced by Datang Group is installed where she lives. The sound is clear and very convenient. This device is widely used on warships, and civilian versions have also become popular in Bunas.
However, for the area controlled by Cyric south of Goblin, this kind of equipment is still very expensive. Only the real dignitaries are qualified to install a telephone to show their status.
The lover who invited her to go was actually her confidant. He helped her manage the new textile factory and machine tool factory. He was also a very capable subordinate, so she gave him a face and went to the other party's factory in person. Mansion to discuss future production issues.
Because of poor relations and insufficient production capacity of Datang Group, the machinery and equipment produced by some of Cyric's factories were also very popular, which also allowed Cyric to make a lot of money.
Surrounded by several guards, the Marquise, who had dressed up carefully before going out, got into her Rolls-Royce luxury car and drove out of her manor under the **** of two other cars. .
The road surface in the city is relatively smooth, and the shock absorption of the Rolls-Royce, a luxury car produced by the Datang Group, is very comfortable, making the Marquise feel drowsy.
She was sitting in her car, half asleep, looking at the not-too-crowded crowd on the street. It's working time now, and not many people are as free as she is.
But at this moment, gunshots suddenly rang out on the street. With a crisp gunshot, a car driving on the road suddenly slid to the side.
It continued to speed and hit the wall of a building on the side of the road. The front engine hood was deformed by the impact. In an instant, the car emitted a puff of smoke, and its rear end, which was almost lying in the middle of the road, blocked the path of the Marquise's car. "Bang!" There was another gunshot, and the windshield of the car behind instantly shattered, followed by the car that also stopped. The driver threw himself on the steering wheel, blood splattered everywhere on the dashboard.
The Rolls-Royce the Marquise was riding in did not accelerate and hit the car in front of the accident, but braked and came to an abrupt stop. The driver of the car opened the door and turned around to run. The guard on the passenger seat chased him out and shot him to death.
However, a clear gunshot was heard in the distance again, and the trusted guard on the co-pilot fell down in response, with a hole in his forehead that spurted blood.
“There is an assassin!” In the car behind, the remaining three guards got out of the car. They looked around, looking for the shooter.
"There's something wrong with the driver!" With the Marquise behind him, one of her concubines, the captain of the guard, pulled out his pistol and hid in the car and said.
He looked at the car in front of him that had hit the wall, hoping that the other group of guards inside would survive and get out of the car to help fight.
The Marquise was furious, but did not say anything. She had already guessed that the lover who invited her out had betrayed her, and at the same time, the driver beside her also betrayed her!
These people are unlikely to be the secrets planted by the Tang State. Those who can make them betray are more likely to be Cyric's "own people". It's a pity that these own people seem to be more vicious and vicious than their enemies.
This can’t be blamed on others, because she herself is also this kind of person, and if she had the opportunity and strength, she would make the same choice.
"Guard me back, and I'll give you one hundred thousand gold coins!" The Marquis gritted her teeth and offered a sky-high price. She didn't want to die, so the best way right now was to let the guards around her work hard.
Unfortunately, she still underestimated the determination of these assassins to kill her. Just as she mentioned the price of one hundred thousand gold coins, the crisp sound of the Chicago typewriter suddenly rang.
The sound of clicking was really pleasant, but unfortunately to the Marquise's ears, the sound was the same as the sound of an evil spirit knocking on the door.
Those guards in the back who used cars as cover and were looking for hot spots were unexpectedly hit by a hail of bullets.
Who would have thought that in a city with good security and local garrison troops all of our own, there would be a group of gangsters armed with sniper rifles and submachine guns?
From the car that hit the wall in front, two people managed to crawl out, but they were also beaten to pieces by the incoming submachine gun bullets.
Densely packed bullets left countless holes in the bodies of these guards, with blood splattering everywhere, which made people feel beautiful for a moment.
"Get out of the car!" Knowing that he could no longer hide, the lover's guard pushed the Marquise out of the car from the other side. As soon as the car door opened, the Marquise screamed and fell out of the car. The lover's guard who was standing in front of her was shot to death by a submachine gun fire. On the seat.
The bullets left countless holes in the seats, and the padding inside was flying everywhere. The guard holding the pistol was shaken as if he was electrocuted.
"Don't kill me! I have money! Kill me!" The Marquise saw someone coming from both sides and screamed with her head in her hands. This was her last bargaining chip and her last hope.
Two men carrying drum-mounted Thompson submachine guns surrounded her one after another. Their leather boots were less than three meters away from her.
The gunshots still did not stop. The two killers raised their submachine guns and sent out desperate greetings in cold voices: "His Majesty the King of Tang greets you!"
The Marquise raised her head in horror, and was greeted by bullets fired at her. Her forehead was penetrated by a bullet, and her back was torn apart by the incoming bullets.
She screamed and fell into a pool of blood, and the blood dyed her gorgeous clothes red. The three cars were riddled with bullet holes, and every body lying on the ground was also riddled with holes.
Two cars rushed out from the other side and stopped behind the killers holding submachine guns. They quickly dropped the submachine guns next to the bodies, then quickly got into the car, and then disappeared on the other side of the street. One end.
After a long time, some civilians poked their heads out of the surrounding houses and curiously looked at the bodies lying on the road and the cars that had been swept away.
After a long time, the city guards arrived in a hurry. They nonchalantly cleaned up the mess and sealed off the surrounding neighborhoods, but refused to close the city gates to search.
Several men in rich clothes hurried over, lying on the outside and crying, in agony, but they were pretending.
(End of this chapter)