Chapter 644: Set up a trap to kill

"It's actually quite simple for you to believe me." The corners of Su Yang's mouth hooked up a chuckle.

"Oh?" The seventy-year-old man raised his eyebrows and said, "Could it be that you already have conclusive evidence?" ”

"Nope." Su Yang shook his head.

"Then why do you dare to say that?" The seventy-year-old man's eyes turned cold.

"Because ......"

Su Yang opened his mouth and stared at the seventy-year-old man.

Suddenly, he moved.

Immediately broke free from the two big men who controlled him, and put his elbow on the front door of one of the big men, directly knocking the big man unconscious.

Another big man who pointed a gun at Su Yang just wanted to pull the trigger, but before he could pull the trigger, Su Yang grabbed him by the shoulder, and with a 'click', he dislocated his arm holding the gun.

At the same time as the dislocation, the pistol also reached Su Yang's hand.

There were three people in the RV plus a seventy-year-old man.

After the second big man was knocked unconscious by Su Yang, the seventy-year-old man just wanted to pull out the gun, he just took out the gun, and Su Yang's muzzle was already against his head.

The seventy-year-old man's face turned ugly.

The corners of Su Yang's mouth hooked up a demonic smile, turned the muzzle of the pistol, aimed the muzzle at himself, pressed the handle down, put it on the palm of the seventy-year-old man's hand, and said: "Because I want to kill you easily, I want to control you, and I can control it, so I can't make such trouble!" ”

The moment the muzzle of the gun was turned, the seventy-year-old man secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and he took the pistol.

Su Yang stared at the seventy-year-old man as usual.

"Bold enough." The seventy-year-old man closed the pistol safety and put the pistol aside.

"Now, then, do you believe me?" Su Yang asked the seventy-year-old man.

"I haven't believed it all, but I've believed it for seven points!" The seventy-year-old man spoke truthfully and continued: "Seven points, which is enough to prepare. ”

"We can cooperate." Su Yang spoke.

"Those people are your enemies, aren't they?" The seventy-year-old man asked Su Yang.

"Yes, the enemy of the enemy is the friend." Su Yang smiled and nodded.

"Then we can indeed work together." The seventy-year-old man nodded and said, "I will contact the people on your side for details, if you have a better plan, you can talk to us, we will deploy in advance." ”

"Then it's troublesome." Su Yang nodded and said, "If there is nothing else, I will leave first." ”

"These two people ......," the seventy-year-old man glanced at the two unconscious men.

"It's no big deal, you can wake up in a few hours! You wake up with a headache, but you'll be fine with a good rest. Su Yang said.

The seventy-year-old man nodded, speechless.

Su Yang got out of the car and left here.

After Su Yang returned to the villa, the drill gopher immediately began to deploy with the British side, and at the same time contacted the clan side.

After the seventy-year-old man returned to the clan, he immediately informed the other clans through their special contact information.

One to ten, ten to hundred, less than an hour...... All the clans of the entire country D have received the news.

In the country of D, there is unity within the clan, although it is not so united outside the clan, when there is no external enemy, they will fight internally, but when dealing with external enemies, they will also unite together and unite with the outside world!

……

At nine o'clock in the evening, the drill gopher gave Chen Tang a message: everything was arranged!

After Chen Tang received the news, he sat on the sofa in the bedroom, opened a bottle of champagne, poured himself a glass, and drank it.

"Life is like a chessboard, I am a chess player, and others ...... All are sons! Chen Tang muttered to himself softly, and continued to mutter: "The feeling of control...... It's really nice! The game is on! Beelzebub, since Samael, it's time for you to hit the road! ”

……

At ten o'clock in the evening, Beelzebub's mercenaries of Satan's hymn divided into dozens of groups and, under Beelzebub's orders, began their planned operation.

They are an operation against the clans of all D-countries.

In the hotel, in Beelzebub's room.

"Mr. Beelzebub, after tonight, the mission of country D will be over, and then we can concentrate on dealing with the British rats." Beelzebub's wind sat with Beelzebub.

In addition to the wind and Beelzebub, fire, thunder, lightning, and rain all went on their mission.

Beelzebub sat there, smoking a cigar, and said, "It's a foregone conclusion, no matter what the British rats think, they wouldn't have thought that we would attack the clan!" Now, I'm afraid, they're still thinking about how to hit us, but they don't know ...... We're ready to fight back against them! ”

……

Beelzebub's satanic hymn mercenaries went into action, their weapons and equipment, like ghosts, and their fighting power.

To be honest, if they hadn't known in advance, they could really have controlled these clans.

However, they had just arrived at the mission site, and they were not yet ready to act.

"Poof! ……”

One of the mercenaries in the front of the Red Hymn had half of his head knocked off and fell to the ground.

Sniper rifles! And there are mufflers!

"There's an ambush!" The rest of the satanic hymn mercenaries' faces changed and they immediately prepared to retreat.

"Da Da Da! ……”

"Bang bang bang! ……”

Dense figures rushed out, these were people from the clan.

"Poof! ……”

The British and the gophers lurk in the shadows, acting as snipers.

Rao is a satanic hymn mercenaries know that there are snipers, and they have nothing to do in the face of such a crowded situation.

It wasn't just the satanic hymn mercenaries here who were attacked, they were acting at the same time this time, so ...... Almost all of them were ambushed at the same time.

"Bastard!" Beelzebub's face was gloomy, how did this battle plan leak? Could it be that they also have internal ghosts here?

"Retreat!" The satanic hymns to the mercenaries began to retreat.

But the British people and the gopher are not vegetarians, and the bullets from the sniper rifles are constantly beckoning to the mercenaries of Satan's praise.

Coupled with a large crowd of the clan, one mercenary after another of Satanic Hymn mercenaries fell on the way to retreat.

They are very unwilling to die, if it is a hard battle, they will die, they will die, there is no way to do it.

But they died in ambushes and intrigues! Who can be willing to die in such a way?

However, war is just that.

It would be nice to have one of the ten wars that was a hard-to-hard battle! Which of the remaining nine games did not have intrigues?

War has never been fair, and there is no such thing as fairness.

In modern warfare, military warfare is very important, but intelligent warfare is equally important!

(End of chapter)