Chapter 267: The Rebels in the Gathering Room (Part 1)

267. Rebels gathered together

Not Zhu Lifu.

Neither is the woman Tina.

The man is about 180 centimeters tall, with iron-gray hair, deep-set eye sockets, thin lips under the high bridge of the nose, only a tight T-shirt on his body to wrap his sturdy body, only a pair of shorts on the lower half of his body, barefoot, and plastic handcuffs on his wrists.

The woman is also 170 cm tall, also wearing a T-shirt, highlighting the bumpy figure to the fullest, a pair of long legs smooth and tight, a head full of golden and silver hair is messily draped on the shoulders at the moment, the handsome and three-dimensional facial features are slightly distorted under the tension, and the tears on the face will make a mess of the makeup on the face.

"Tell me about it." Volks' voice came from behind Mo Lei, and his originally mellow voice became sharp and high-pitched, full of anger and sarcasm, "The man in front of you, called Gordon, is my 'faithful' subordinate. This beautiful lady named Slaylie, my lover. The two of you, standing in front of you, is Mo Lei. โ€

But Mo Lei was shocked that among the two gunmen who escorted Gordon and Slailie, one of them was a guy with a thin face and dark eyes, who turned out to be the stinky beggar - Gail.

When Gail looked at Mo Lei, his eyes were full of mixed emotions.

Mo Lei slowly let go of his hand clenched into a fist, turned around and sat down, looked at Volks, who was not angry, and said with a smile, "Mr. Volks, is it necessary for us to discuss the matter between men and women?" โ€

Gail!

For revenge, Gail appeared here, and rightfully so.

Mo Lei took a deep breath.

"You're mistaken." Volks' hand waved, as if to drive away the unhappiness in his heart, and his sharp voice returned to mellow again, "If Gordon likes this woman, I am willing to offer it with both hands, what can compare to our plan?" Vaux crossed his hands, knuckles against his jaws, and his elbows propped up on the table, "They have another layer of identity. Oh yes, you know Gail, right? I"

"Oh? Know! Hi, Gail! Mo Lei turned his head sideways and nodded to Gail in greeting. Gail's expression remained unchanged, and he also nodded towards Mo Lei.

โ€œโ€ฆโ€ฆ Vaux! The woman named Slaili suddenly screamed.

Volks' hand gestured as Gail, who was standing behind Gordon and Slayley, and the armed guard dragged them out.

"This Gordon is the one who has been chasing you. Based on your unknown resume, I didn't want you to die, after all, you can make a good loach alive. Volks' mouth opened lightly, his left hand moved over the cigar box on the table, took out a gesture and handed it to Mo Lei, and after seeing Mo Lei's refusal, he didn't care, so he took one and took a puff.

"But Gordon was bent on killing you, and was indifferent to Victor's many disrespectful orders, and used some of his own power to kill you. How could I not know these things. Vaux swallowed the clouds and spit out fog, and his face was instantly covered with clouds.

"As for the bitch." The voice came from the smoke, and it could be heard, Volks said this emotionlessly, flat and straightforward, "She's the ...... over there", Volks raised his hand and pointed to the north, "It's an undercover agent of the Ministry of Finance, I already knew, but by keeping her around, I can get a lot of information, such as when they plan to do something to me......." โ€

"The only thing I didn't expect was that Gordon turned out to be one of theirs." Volks' sigh, this is a sincere sigh, "It's just that they didn't think of it, how can I only have one network?" How is it possible to trust unconditionally? If the people in the parliament and the NSA can't help with anything, then what do I want them to do? โ€

"After knowing Gordon's background, I had the idea for you to help us."

Volks, with a final sigh, blew away the smoke that swirled in front of him, put the cigar in his hand on the ashtray, and pressed the button on the table again, "Do it." โ€

A bolt sounded behind him, and it was the guard standing guard at the door who pointed the barrel of the gun at Mo Lei. Mo Lei, who was about to strike a blow, suddenly heard a 'rustle' sound, he looked sideways, and the wooden wall on the left side slid to both sides, revealing a 70-inch screen, in the screen, two masked men held axes in their hands, as if they knew that Volks was looking, glanced in the direction of the camera, and raised their axes.

On the high-resolution screen, two heads rolled to the ground, red blood spurted out of the neck cavity, and the corpse remained on its knees for a few seconds before falling forward to the ground.

Mo Lei turned his head unmoved, his gaze collided with Vaux's, and he felt that Vox was laughing for another moment, but quickly returned to normal.

A few minutes to go.

Mo Lei glanced at the giant wall clock hanging behind Volks, which was already pointing to 6:55.

Ten minutes to go.

"Well, Vaux, I've listened to your brainwashing gospel too, and I have to say, it's quite attractive. So, are you going to deal with me like Gordon? โ€

Volks nodded, "The methods are different, and the different paths are the same." He comforted, "All of us are on the same path. Then again, Mo Lei, I didn't try to convince you, but I have to make your death clear, right? Your countrymen, or your brothers. Beloved, the world will be a better place, violence will come to an end, and your sacrifice will be worth ....... โ€

"Good, good!" Mo Lei couldn't stand Volks' chatter. At this moment, Vaux is like a child who makes the perfect toy but no one appreciates it, and needs to be shown to others and recognized. It's a pity that it's too late, otherwise Mo Lei really wants to have more stories behind it, "Last question, Volks, what do you want that piece of land for?" โ€

Volks, who was a little unsatisfied, frowned, but he couldn't resist the unhappiness of being interrupted, but he was as gentle as if he was trying to solve the doubts of a child who was hungry for learning, "We have some underground factories nearby, causing a large area of land pollution, if someone with a heart goes to seriously investigate, then there will naturally be many possibilities, this kind of thing, how can I let it happen." Those compatriots of yours are too rigid! โ€

"So, I guess it's right to kill you, you're just a madman, and you really think of yourself as a savior? You are just a businessman who wants to use the state apparatus reasonably and legally for personal gain. Mo Lei couldn't help it and laughed. Vaux's eyes were pitying, and he looked at Mo Lei indifferently.

"Vaux, you're wrong, you're wrong. Most people are willing to need an imperfect world because they know what they want. And you, a self-righteous psychopath, want to change the world? โ€

"It's a pity you can't see it, you're going to be reincarnated soon." Vaux pondered for a moment, no longer wanting to speak to the young man in front of him, then waved his hand and motioned to the guard, "Take him to his friends." โ€

"By the way, Tina will deal with Gail, I don't think you will object, right?" Vaux groaned with a smile and added.

Mo Lei stood up and turned to the door, not interested in answering Volks' question. He could feel the weight on the belt, the pistol that the dying Juliv had given him. Upon entering the Botero Mansion, the guards searched him, but found no weapons. After coming in, he didn't expect Zhu Lifu to give himself a gun instead.

He decided not to continue acting, and there was no other hope anyway. However, before he rose up to kill the enemy and was killed, he still wanted to tell Vaux to his face.

"You think your side Gordon and Slaylie are jerks and bastards who betrayed you, right?"

"As far as I know, yes."

"But I'm also telling you, Gordon and Slaylie around you are just the most superficial people."

"You don't have to think about planting the seeds of distrust in my heart."

As he spoke, Volks' stood up and walked towards Mo Lei, the automatic rifle in the guard's hand raised flat towards Mo Lei.

"You've wasted a lot of my time, so I'll let you see that the thorn in my heart can be pulled out slowly, but by now, who else can stop me?" Volks, walking to the right side of the study, raised his hand to find the drawstring, and pulled the curtain down hard, "You can see the conference room, but you can't see you in the conference room - it's not high-tech, you know." If you look at the people sitting at the conference table, the level of the meeting tonight is not the same, and it is not all the members, but after all, it is all together. They're my faith, you know? โ€

Mo Lei also walked to the window curtain, showing a wide room in front of him, more than a dozen people sat at the oval conference table, each of whom was placed in front of a decanter full of amber wine, notebooks, pencils and mineral water, the crystal chandelier illuminated the room as bright as day, and at the other end of the room, there was a huge portrait painting, and Vaux's face was magnified several times on the canvas and looked coldly at the people at the conference table. A guard armed with an automatic rifle stood coldly in the doorway, staring ahead.

"Do you recognize these people?" Vaux's voice was like the cold Siberian wind in December, "That ...... who talks eloquently." He pointed to the balding man who was pointing at a map on the wall and said, "Moore. Jonis, Speaker of the National Assembly, Deputy Minister of Justice. He was the first to the left, the deputy director of the National Security Agency's Operations Bureau and assistant director of the National Security Bureau. Betnes; The lady in the first seat on the right, Vice President of the National Assembly and Deputy Senate Speaker Enes Torma, ......, I don't need to introduce them one by one, you understand what the point of them sitting here is. โ€

"Of course, these are just some of them, maybe yesterday they were enemies of each other, but today they sit together and talk about the future. So, those little actions you make, or you want to root a thorn in my heart before you die, will I put it in my heart? โ€

Volks' tugging on the rope, the curtain slowly closed.

Looking back, Vaux's eyes were cat-and-mouse.

"Have you ever heard the story of ants trying to crush elephants to death?"

โ€ฆโ€ฆ

In Bogotรก, at the racecourse of the Fuqia River Waterway, Zhou Rui, who was lying behind an SR-99 sniper rifle, looked at his watch, and the hands pointed to 6:59 p.m.

Half a minute later, there was a loud bang in the racecourse, a sonic boom thrown by a coyote, followed by fierce gunfire and a pre-death scream.

The battle is on!

Zhou Rui settled down, took a deep breath, and put his eyes on the sight.

The coyote and the high-ranking soldiers called the monster to be responsible for the safety of the retreat, in fact, they wanted to keep the monster away from danger.

As everyone knows, Warcraft also thinks the same way.