Moore was furious, his teeth rattling, and he wanted to kill the guys in front of him immediately. But he didn't dare to kill it, because he didn't know where the crossbow arrow came from, but he was sure that it was definitely not just a threat.

In addition, there are several thunderous names that make him involuntarily taboo.

"A million!" Marcus held out a finger and shouted at Moore: "If you work with us, you will be paid a million, not dollars, not euros, pounds." You will be paid £1,000,000 if you can work with us. ”

A million pounds!

Hearing this number, the pain in Moore's body disappeared in an instant. Of course, he knew the weight of the pound, which was worth more than the dollar, and was the best and safest currency in circulation, like the dollar.

And for a million pounds, that's a very tempting fortune!

"A million?" Moore chuckled.

He was haggling, haggling as a turtle.

"Two million, either deal or ......"

"Deal!"

Moore didn't hesitate to say the word deal, and as he spat out those two words, the anger in his eyes disappeared and was replaced by a sparkle.

This is a guy who regards money as his life, and as long as you have money, you are his friend. Of course, it has to be based on the money you give him.

Marcus, who is half native, knew Moore too well, or rather, he knew everyone here. Money, when a dollar is worth a few days' lives here, everyone craves money. Because when you have money, you can eat, and when you have money, you can live a good life.

From top to bottom, everyone is risking money for the money.

"Hahaha...... Godfather, we've always been good friends, haven't we? Hahaha...... This is a misunderstanding, because the misunderstanding caused by the Somali Liberal Party is really regrettable. Why don't you come to my house and taste the wine from the Bordeaux estate and ......"

With that, Moore raised his head to either side and signaled to lift the guard.

With his order, all the militants withdrew their guns and disappeared without a trace from the roofs and windows.

With that in mind, we can talk about what we need to work on. After all, two million pounds is not a small amount, and there has to be a frank and fair conversation, right? Marcus smiled.

This time, Brutal Marcus did not choose absolute violence, but did what Xiao Yuanchao said.

If he likes money, then give him money; If he is afraid of death, then threaten him with death! Moore was a member of an armed group himself before he became sheriff, and he was not the kind of person who was afraid of death. What he loves is money, and he can't do without it, but he can't be without money, and he can't be greedy!

And one more point, why not with the help of Moore's power?

"Marcus, would you believe two million pounds so easily?" Xiao Yuanchao whispered to Marcus.

"Of course not, I don't believe Moore is so easy to believe." Marcus smiled slightly: "Some people always have to be whipped with whips, don't you Chinese have a saying about turnips and wooden sticks?" Hehe. ”

Money is a turnip, and the threat is a wooden stick, and the two will be more effective when used together.

The group came to Moore's house at the kind invitation, an incomparably magnificent and luxurious European-style villa.

From the courtyard to the house, there were two rows of policemen with guns, scrutinizing Xiao Yuanchao and the three of them with their murderous eyes.

All rifle insurances are open and ready to shoot. As for Xiao Yuanchao's weapons, they were confiscated before they entered, and they didn't even have a knife.

The three of them walked into the hall of Moore's villa with their heads held high, and were immediately accused by armed men inside and outside.

Xiao Yuan glanced at the three of them and smiled, he had long expected this situation. But it doesn't matter, since they dare to come, they don't care about any of this.

"You're dead!" Moore's smile vanished, his eyes resurfaced with a grim glow, and he said with a mocking glow, "A bunch of idiots, do you think I'm going to believe you?" My house is bulletproof, and no matter how sharp a crossbow arrow is, you can't even think of shooting through it! ”

It's a trick, and Moore is clever enough to use his temporary weakness to get out of the way from the enemy in the shadows. Once here, his life was secured.

"You want to see how good our cooperation is, right?" Facing at least twenty black hole muzzles, Marcus said lightly, "Very well, it seems necessary for us to let you see our ...... Sincerity! ”

When the words landed, Marcus's eyes burst into two intense and brutal lights. It was a dehumanized light, a madness that defied all living things, and for a split second, he allowed himself to enter a state of brutality and bloodlust.

"Bang!"

"Click!"

Without warning, Marcus punched one of the militants in the chest, breaking his hard sternum and stabbing him to the heart with the force of the punch.

Hit with unimaginable violence, the militants' backs took on a strange bulge, their eyes were round and round, and their mouths were open and spitting blood.

No one could have imagined that Marcus would brazenly shoot with a gun pointed at him, because normal people would not dare to do that.

What is a gun? It's a murder weapon, it's a weapon of killing!

"Da Da Da ......"

"Bang bang bang! ……”

There was no need for Moore to give an order, and those militants immediately pulled the trigger and shot Marcus, as well as Xiao Yuanchao and Little Pomegranate.

Moore, who was reclining there, smiled cruelly, admiring with interest the appearance of the three men about to be smashed into a sieve by countless bullets. He changed his mind and no longer wanted to play these guys slowly, he should kill, kill quickly, and solve it quickly.

Shot, the three people immediately separated from different directions: Xiao Yuanchao and Little Pomegranate rolled on the left and right sides of the hall respectively, using the sofa to dodge the flying bullets.

Brutal Marcus slammed the dead militant on his heel, knocking his body into the air and smashing it into the other militants behind him.

At the same time, he jerked backwards, and with the power of lying on his back instantly, his whole body slid like lightning towards the nearest militant in front of him, and kicked on the opponent's calf.

"Smack!"

The militants were shoveled down and fell straight at Marcus, horrified to see the opponent's fist slamming into his nose.

"Boom!"

The fist slammed into the center of his face, and at that moment, the militant's cheeks were creepy, as if they had been flattened by a punch, and even his eyes were squeezed out.

It's a critical hit!

The militants didn't even scream, and their bodies that were falling down flew backwards with the force of the critical blow, smashing into their companions behind them.

"Da Da Da ......"

"Puff puff ......"

One warhead after another hit the militants' bodies, bursting out countless bright blood flowers.

But the penetrating force of the warhead could not stop the smashing into their bodies, and in an instant, the militants who were knocked away by the critical force of Marcus knocked down three or four people.

"Roar!"

A roar came from Marcus's mouth, and with the roar, his body turned into a devastating storm.

The storm swept away with great strength, grabbing the legs of a fallen militant with both hands and tearing it in both directions!

Marcus begins to perform the most primitive brutality, using the physical weapons that he is proud of!

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