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It's about character that is a bet. After all, there is no legal protection for such transactions.

When the insured person dies, the operation of the fund is not so much "revenge" as killing in order to satisfy the conditions for a share of the money.

That is, they don't care at all about revenge or not, they only care about how to divide the money.

And this has to be the credibility of the intermediary. If not, they could even divide the money privately.

This is the norm.

It was also his former employer who not only owned the Revenge Fund, he was also a very cautious person. To be on the safe side, he went around advertising the deal after getting the agent to receive the deposit.

If the agent still wants to do such a business, they can only kill people and give an explanation.

But it's just an explanation. Like him now, he just took refuge in the organization, and no one would come to kill him. And as long as they divide the money. He believed he was safe. No one will be a righteous man to "avenge the death" of a person whose whole family has died.

So this time, he himself deliberately just hit that bastard mandrill.

It's okay if he can't meet it, but since he has already met it, he doesn't mind killing it to comfort his comradeship, and force him to hate him like a lost dog.

One by one, they all stepped out of the car, wearing masks and disguises, apparently unintentionally provoking the government authorities.

Although the rifles, sniper rifles and RPGs in their hands are already provocative. But...... How to say it, as long as you don't show your face, you have face to talk about.

If it weren't for believing this, those people wouldn't have sent them out.

"Open ......"

They are wise, but it doesn't mean that mandrills are idiots. They had just come in, and the "fire" was not complete, and a cyan claw struck.

In a human body, any stone is enough to injure, let alone an arm made of this stone.

"Fire, fire!"

While pulling back the wounded, he gave the order to open fire.

Those bullets hit the mandrill, causing the mandrill's body to fall back several meters, and under the bullet shot, many of the stones on the mandrill's body have been shattered.

But, is it dead?

I don't know.

A large amount of stone dust was formed under the bullet shot, which completely interfered with their vision. They could only cease fire and wait, waiting for the stone dust to disperse.

No one is going to venture closer. They were all concentrated, and the muzzle of the gun did not leave the body of the humanoid creature in front of them.

As the stone dust continued to disperse, they could already see their appearance - nearly two meters tall, blue claws with sharp light, a grimace and ugly face, a huge mouth like a basin, sparse fangs, each one several inches long.

The most important thing is that it is not dead. The stone dust was gone, and the mandrill saw them, and it opened its mouth and roared, and the sound was like thunder, and it shook the walls and mountains on all sides.

"Fire!"

Seeing the mandrills rushing again, they opened fire again.

With so many automatic weapons, the mandrill obviously couldn't rush through, which was good news for them.

At least that's what they thought at the moment.

Of course, Bob, who was secretly spying on the scene, didn't think so.

They watched with amusement. There is no intention of making a move, not to mention sitting on the mountain and watching the tiger fight, it is to consume the opponent's ammunition, which is also a joy to see.

It's a pity that the mandrill only looks like a human, but it is not a human after all, it only rampage.

If it weren't for the rocks on its body, which made the mandrill's body abnormally hard, I am afraid it would have been killed a long time ago.

The only fortunate thing was that the owner of the house left in such a hurry that nothing had been moved. The existence of these debris, or ornaments, makes it impossible for RPGs to use eyepieces to aim, and there will always be debris blocking and detonating.

As for other ways to boot...... Is it useful to face a stone life?

Heavy firepower, RPGs can't be used. In such a situation, it makes no difference whether a sniper rifle hits a stone head or a stone body.

So even if it seems to suppress the other party on the surface, the situation is getting worse and worse.

After more than ten minutes, their faces had changed. So many shots were fired. Normal people can beat their bodies into minced meat, but look at the mandrill.

is still fierce, and the stones on his body have not decreased significantly, and his eyes are as red as fire, with cruelty and bloodlust in his eyes.

"It's not the way to go. "Someone is already in a hurry.

Look at the mandrill's body of more than two meters, and the amount of stone they consumed to shoot. Even if they run out of bullets, they probably won't be able to destroy each other - they have no idea how to destroy it.

The unknown is always scary.

And the person who leads the team must not let the fear spread.

"Draw it out. Let's destroy it with RPGs. ”

It has been proven that bullets have little effect on this mandrill, so you can only use RPG.

"Good!"

His men agreed, and if it weren't for the clutter in the room, they would have bombarded it.

People are always accustomed to the forces they are familiar with, and they are no exception. Although the gun did not kill the monster, it was effective. With a more powerful RPG, it's certain death.

With the verdict, they didn't talk nonsense anymore and immediately took action.

Their team has also cooperated for a long time and has a tacit understanding. Soon the big house was silent.

"The ...... of the group"

No more was heard, and Bob's man whispered.

"Shhhhh

Although they were sitting on the mountain watching the tiger fight, their location was not a good observation point. Even when the other side shoots, they have to retract their heads.

Otherwise, once it hits a stray bullet or a ricochet, it will be a real tragedy.

Don't think it's impossible, let alone say that "the bullet that can kill Lao Tzu hasn't been produced yet"?

Anyone who says that is basically dead.

So even if there was no sound, Bob didn't look at it. He took out his dagger first, carefully stretched it out, and observed it through the flat image of the dagger.

No danger was found, so he poked his head out.

In front of him, however, there was almost no room for the hall to look like. There is no sign of the original building.

The vast rubble formed a barren ruin, devoid of its original splendor and magnificence, and only a dense bullet fired in the hall, emitting a faint brass glow.

It was a scene, and at that moment, Bob's breathing seemed to be still, as if he had some kind of intensive illness.

He suppressed the uneasiness caused by the dense bullets, and instead searched for any corpse, whether it was a mandrill or a man who pursued them, there was always a corpse.