He didn't doubt why Flender was here. He wasn't a combatant in the first place, so it's not surprising that he didn't rush out to deal with the chaos outside.

Martin looked at the time and jerked to his feet. He felt that he couldn't sit still and wait! If he didn't even have so many men to stop him, it would be useless for him to stay here alone!

"Flender, come with me!" he waved his hand with the gun and headed behind him.

Flender followed closely behind him, a sneer on his lips.

It was clear where he was going, as Martin's roar a moment later confirmed it.

He couldn't believe his eyes when he saw the fire in front of him almost burst into the sky. Who is it? Who would dare to do such a thing!

"What about people, why didn't anyone come to put out the fire?" he wanted to die even when he saw that the storeroom had been completely engulfed in flames. Even if you can save a tenth of it!

The Flemish lenses reflect a dazzling fire, making it impossible to see what emotions are hidden behind the lenses.

But Martin didn't care what he was thinking, he just wanted to find someone to suppress the flames on the storeroom.

"Mr. Martin, there is chaos outside, everyone is maintaining order everywhere, and I'm afraid no one will have time to come. Flender put his hand on his glasses and replied in an unhurried voice.

"Bastard, what does it matter if the people out there are alive or dead, the most important thing is that the fire here must be extinguished......!

He almost revealed his secrets! Even if there were only ruins left, he didn't want others to take what belonged to him from here. And what does he want to do, does he need to report to the people below?

"Call! Call all the people you can. By the way, let them call all the people they can call!It's so unbelievable! At this time, even an idiot should know where to guard first, right?" "Leaving their boss to take care of those who live in the slums like bed bugs, how does he not know when his subordinates have grown such a kind heart?"

Flender shrugged, "I'm sorry, Mr. Martin, our phones aren't working, and I can't find where you are." ”

"What? None of the phones work?" Martin was taken aback.

"Yes, neither the phone nor the cell phone will work. The phone line should have been cut short, and I don't know why the phone can't be used. Flender studied in the United States for a few years, how could he not know the device to block the mobile phone signal? But he didn't say it, just to let Martin feel the mysterious strength of his opponent.

And just as he thought, Martin wouldn't be able to bother to save the treasury. It doesn't matter if the phone doesn't work, and he's done it many times to cut the phone line. But the fact that the phone couldn't be used made him completely panicked. He didn't know there was a machine designed to shield signals, but he knew that an opponent who could do it would have to be very difficult.

In his impression, several old opponents did not seem to have such a thing. None of them were people who kept up with the times, and their ideas were rather old-fashioned, and they basically didn't study anything about the new machinery. A mobile phone that can make calls is already the most advanced thing they can accept!

Flender's words made him put aside his nervousness about the treasury for a while, and instead focus on the aspects that he had neglected.

Why did he forget that he was being attacked? Someone was attacking his base camp, and the chaos in the outer slums was the work of those who wanted his men to be scattered so that he could be a lonely man and be easily captured!

Just because he hasn't been knocked on the door for a long time doesn't mean that all his previous experiences have gone blank. With the ability to use high-tech things, and the willingness to burn his precious treasury, he doesn't have to guess to know who did it!

Of course, there is no need to guess that there will be no other organization other than the people who came to save Leila to do such a thing. Those people don't care about the lives of their people at all, whether they set fires or bombs, it doesn't matter how many people die. They are the only ones who can make the decision to burn it after finding out the location of his treasury. If it were his old rivals, he would definitely pay more attention to that place than he did! You must know that it contains most of his savings for decades!

"Follow me!" Martin's tone was cold. For him, it didn't matter if he burned these, as long as he caught Moran in his hands, he could earn back as much as he lost. "Looks like I'm so nice to them!"

Flender already knew what he was going to do, and raised his eyebrows slightly: "Mr. Martin, aren't you waiting for everyone to come and go together?"

"Together?" Martin snorted, "By the time they come, Moran will have been rescued long ago!How much chance do you think we will have to get her back when she gets out of here?"

Flender nodded knowingly: "Unless that director has a problem with his brain, he probably won't stay on our soil anymore." ”

"It's good to know!" Martin stopped talking nonsense, lifted up his clothes, revealed the few guns he was carrying, and threw one into his hand: "Flender, now I only have you by my side, don't let me down!"

Flender's eyes flickered, and he gestured twice with the gun in his hand: "Of course I will not disappoint your expectations!" In his way, he will "hurt" him well!

Martin nodded in satisfaction and immediately ran towards Lyra's residence.

He was already past the age of his hot-blooded people, and the reason why he did not wait for the arrival of his subordinates was that he was worried that Leila had fled, and secondly, he felt that the place where Laila lived was where the most elite group of his men lived. With those people there, he figured that Leila might not have been rescued yet. Even if she really ran away, it would be easier to chase people back if she collected her subordinates in the past.

But when he arrived at the house where Leila lived, he realized that it had become a spark.

Dongge set a fire in a nearby place where no one lived, but the houses in this area are all wooden houses that are relatively easy to burn, and don't expect any fireproof equipment. In addition, most of the people who lived nearby either fled or hid, after all, the gunshots outside were not fake, and no one wanted to joke with their lives.

In such a situation, let alone fighting fires, everyone fled and took care of themselves.

Kicking Lyra's house open, Martin, who didn't see half a figure, angrily punched the door. Sure enough, they escaped!