The bullets whistled from below, and the swishing sound was endless, suppressing Li Mu and not being able to lean out. He was trapped on a watchtower.

Even though the guard tower was reinforced with reinforced concrete, it was still dusty. The outer layer of concrete was peeled away by the whistling bullets, revealing the inner layer of steel bar.

Several areas with dense impact points have fallen off as a whole, forming quite a few holes. Occasionally, bullets pierced holes in the outer walls, whizzing and bouncing inside the watchtower.

Li Mu estimated the thickness of the concrete layer, and with the frequency of those thugs' strafing, the watchtower could not last more than fifteen minutes.

Within 25m, 5.56mm caliber rifle bullets continue to fire in long bursts, concentrated shooting, and it takes about 250 rounds to penetrate a 20cm reinforced concrete wall, because the farther the distance, the greater the dispersion, and after the distance is extended, this number will increase a little.

What's more, those anti-aircraft guns are still moving.

He didn't expect that the gun shop owner's cheating and slippery behavior would make the whole plan fail, which made Li Mu's teeth itch.

Pulling out five flashbangs, he threw them directly from the watchtower. A few crisp cracking sounds of glass bottles, and a dazzling light lit up. There was a wail from below, and the thugs below were temporarily blinded.

Li Mu picked up a Molotov cocktail and lit the strip of cloth stuffed in the mouth of the bottle with a lighter. He leaned out, aimed at the thugs, and threw them.

It continued one after another, until most of the Molotov cocktails were thrown out, and it stopped.

"Boom!"

After the Molotov cocktail shattered, the splattered liquid burned violently, turning into a cloud of fire, engulfing the thugs of the attachment.

When salamander blood is mixed with flour, it becomes very viscous. As soon as it gets on the body, it stubbornly sticks to it and keeps burning until it is extinguished. Several thugs rushed out of the cloud of fire, stripped off their flame-stained clothes, and rolled wildly on the ground. But it still couldn't extinguish the flames on his body.

The man in the fire gradually lost his breath, and turned into a charred corpse that had dug his fingers into the dirt, and fell to the ground. Their struggles set fire to the grass and trees in the manor, and the fire grew louder.

Few of the thugs who rushed out of the manor were left alive, and they were frightened by the power of the incendiary bombs.

The quality of these thugs raised with money is beyond Li Mu's estimates. Until now, no one has even bothered to operate those anti-aircraft guns.

They were mainly idle hooligans recruited by Feng Leshan from the streets, and they were naturally fierce and vicious in front of gamblers and slaves, and when they met a real strong man, they were naturally vulnerable.

Li Mu grabbed the 116M placed beside him and climbed down from the watchtower.

Fortunately, the explosion of the oil filter was only a trace of residual propellant, and the power was not great, like a large firecracker, but it only shattered the oil filter, and the gun body was unharmed.

Lighting the Molotov cocktail and throwing it on several anti-aircraft guns, he rushed into the manor to join Li May.

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Feng Leshan was woken up by the slave girl lying beside him. The slave girl had recently denounced Yang Xiaoye, who had secretly escaped, and as a reward, he lifted her out of the dungeon.

He tossed with the slave girl in bed for a long time last night before falling asleep. The two slept very deeply, and the sound insulation of the windows was excellent, so they were not woken up by the sound of firefights outside.

His acute radiation sickness was getting worse. All the hair on the head has fallen out, and some well-defined red spots of various shapes and sizes have begun to grow on the upper body. Clusters of superficial sterile pustules appear on the erythema, some of which also merge into lakes of pus and begin to desquamation.

This made his sleep very difficult, just a slight rollover, pressing the pustules, can make him live in pain on the wasteland, there are very few people who do not have radiation sickness. Under the stimulation of parental genetics and radiation, most people have more or less mutated tissues on their bodies. It's just that their immune system is in a balance with the mutated tissue.

Feng Leshan's immune system collapsed under the strong radiation, causing these mutated tissues to lose their balance, and the fat in his body provided a lot of energy for these mutated tissues. The severity of his radiation sickness is much greater than ordinary people.

When he woke up, he felt extreme ** and struggled to sit up from the bed.

"I want water, go get me breakfast!"

He said weakly to the slave girl.

"Master, no, someone has been called in the manor."

The slave girl looked frightened, looking at the sky-high fire outside, last night she was still dreaming of being Feng Leshan's lover, and when she woke up today, the entire manor had been set on fire.

Feng Leshan noticed that there was a flame burning outside, and he was shocked and angry, wondering in his heart who was attacking his manor.

"What's going on, what's going on outside, who's shooting?"

He leaned on the window and looked at the pile of corpses on the ground, all of which were his men, and none of them were enemies. I chuckled in my heart. After all, he is a person who has worked hard for such a family business from scratch, and he knows that the situation outside has become bad and cannot be worse.

With a difficult movement of his arm, he opened the drawer of the bedside table, which contained the pistol he had hidden. He sighed a little, he didn't know how long it had been since he had gained power.

The original agile body was already covered with fat. The fingers are smooth and delicate, and the calluses on them have long since disappeared. The little station manager who killed the thief alone with one person and one shot has long disappeared without a trace, leaving only a gloomy obsessive middle-aged man.

"You must get out of the manor!"

"Yes, yes, we have to get out."

The slave girl was afraid of being thrown off, so she diligently helped Feng Leshan to climb down from the silk bed with difficulty.

Feng Leshan dug a hidden tunnel leading to the wilderness in the manor, just in case. The tunnels still hold the wealth he has accumulated over the years.

As long as he has enough gold coins, he can still live a happy life.

He made up his mind, but he didn't call his wife and two sons, and the goal of the four of them was too big.

Feng Leshan knew that right now, the biggest threat was not just the attacking enemy, but his own men. He knew very well that his subordinates were virtuous, and that after they had lost their dominance over them, they would never mind snatching their boss before running away.

Thinking of this, he looked at the slave girl who was supporting his fat body. This female slave has an average appearance, but she is very prodigal, which is very suitable for his taste.

"It's a pity."

"It's a pity, with the master's talent, he will be able to make a comeback soon."

The slave girl smiled flatteringly.

The next moment, her face froze, and her fear twisted. Feng Leshan raised the pistol in his hand, and the muzzle of the black hole was pointed at her head.

"I mean, it's a shame to kill you."

A gunshot rang out, and Feng Leshan actually missed.

The slave girl screamed and rushed to the bedroom door, trying to escape.

"Bang! Boom! Boom! ”

Three bullet holes appeared on the slave girl's body, and her plump body slid limply against the door, she did not look at it, she did not think of the stepping stone obtained by betraying her companion, but it was a door to hell that she knocked on.

A sneer appeared at the corner of Feng Leshan's mouth. He can even abandon his wife and children, how can he take such a woman who betrays his companions by his side. He didn't believe that anyone could face his wealth without dissent, so he simply killed her to eliminate the hidden danger.

The bedrooms are huge, the décor is extravagant, and the most precious is a pre-war painting. It is Luo Cun's work "Flower".

He violently ripped the painting off the wall and pressed it against the wall hidden behind the painting. There was a sound of motors working, and the walls suddenly opened to both sides, revealing the hidden elevator inside.

Walking into the elevator, he did not forget to hold the oil painting under his arm to prevent anyone from discovering it.

"I see, your possessions are hidden here."

A voice suddenly came, and Li Mu pushed open the bedroom door and walked in. His body was stained with blood and smoke, and his eyes were tired.

"You... you're the guy in the casino!"

Feng Leshan figured out something, jumped like thunder, raised the pistol in his hand and prepared to shoot.

The next moment, his entire right hand flew out.

"Ah!!h

Feng Leshan hugged his broken arm and pumped cold air.

"Spare my life, I am willing to give you all the money and spare my life."

Li Mu was noncommittal, his face expressionless.

The thugs in the manor had long since been wiped out, but the flames caused by Molotov cocktails were too conspicuous for the rest of the town to come and confirm the situation before long. There wasn't much time left for him to loot. But this whole manor was too big, and in a hurry, he couldn't find the place where Feng Leshan hid his property.

These townsmen are always very good at digging holes.

Therefore, Li Mu simply asked Feng Leshan to expose the place where the money was hidden. As he expected, the only surprise was that they both slept so hard that he fired five shots against the window to wake them up.

Li Mei walked into the bedroom with a gloomy face.

"All the slaves were released."

The bloody torture instruments and dying slaves in the dungeon made her feel bad.

Li Mu looked out the window, and a group of unclothed slaves outside the manor were standing in a circle at a loss. They couldn't believe that the demonic Feng Leshan had fallen like this.

"Bang!"

A heavy figure suddenly fell upstairs and landed in the middle of them.

"You are already free, Feng Leshan is here, let you dispose of it."

Seeing that Feng Leshan was surrounded by that group of slaves full of hatred, Li Mu shook his head, turned around, and walked into the elevator with Li Mei.

He was very curious about how much money Feng Leshan had.