The two strong men guarding the door opened the door and walked in briskly. Doom followed closely behind the two. Michael follows at the end, like an unrelated spectator.

They walked down the corridor to a dimly lit waiting room, surrounded by strong men with guns and bullet chains, all looking at them with a fierce light that looked like they wanted to eat people. Doom counted them out of the corner of his eye as he walked through the door, twelve in all—and that counted the two who led the way.

The two visitors sat down generously in the room, surrounded by muscular men and various firearms, as if no one else was around, as if none of the bullets of the guns could hurt them. The strong men did not make any actual movements for the time being, but they had already slashed the two of them several times with their eyes as sharp as knives, as if they were ready to sweep the two guests into a sieve at any time at the slightest order.

After arranging for the two to sit down, the two men guarding the door went out along the road they had come from. A few minutes later, a bearded man walked in after them. He walked slowly with a shy stomach and a thick cigar in his mouth, and looked at the two guests arrogantly.

"Which one of you is von Doom?" He asked.

Doom stood up.

"Oh?" The big belly looked at him for a moment, and said with a smile, "The eyes are not bad, but they look like a little white face." After a pause, he asked, "I heard, you want our weapons?" ”

Doom gave him a cold look.

"You're Riley Marion?"

The big belly's face sank for a moment, then slowed down again, raised his head and laughed.

"Who do you think you are, boy? It's up to you, and you want to see the leader? ”

Marion is the top boss of the gang and one of the biggest warlords in Latvia. He had a gun in his hand, he had a lot of resources, and he was one of the most powerful forces under the baron in this small part of Latvia.

If you exclude the fact that Baron has a background secretly supported by several governments, Marion may be one of the people who has the most likely chance to bring down Baron in terms of strength in Latvia alone.

Of course, if he has the guts.

And at the moment, this group of small fish and shrimp is Marion's subordinate. The big-bellied man is ostensibly the owner of a freight company registered through regular channels, but his actual job is to sell a range of contraband, including arms. He is rumored to be in charge of the largest munitions factory in all of Latvia, and his weapons are boasted of "arming a nation".

"So if you're not Marion himself, there's nothing to talk about. I only talk to people who have a lot of weight in their words. Doom said lightly.

Big Belly held the cigar between his fat fingers, pointed at him and said, "Don't be too complacent, boy. To tell you the truth, I had no intention of trading with you from the beginning. I don't know who leaked our news or where you found out, but that's okay, you'll tell me soon. And just after you've honestly confessed everything you know......"

He paused, beckoning. Everyone in the room stepped forward neatly, their rifles loaded at the same time, and the twelve barrels pointed at the two men in the center.

The big belly was very satisfied with the battle, and he felt that he had completely grasped the initiative and frightened the two ignorant strangers.

“...... After you have explained everything, I will have mercy on you to allow you to die. ”

He felt good about himself to the extreme, and felt that his threat was so perfect that it could even be called art. The rich clothing and temperament of these two men did not appear to be native to Latvia, and from the habits and temperament of their gestures, he speculated that these two men might be American.

The arrogant Americans always have an inexplicable sense of superiority, feeling that they should be superior wherever they go. But they hadn't been to Latvia, they didn't know what was going on here. Latvia isn't Hell's Kitchen, it's not the kind of place where people will follow the rules and play with you. There are no rules in Latvia, and in a place filled with war and turmoil, guns are the only rule.

But he soon realized that the posture didn't seem to have the effect he wanted.

These two "strangers" didn't even bother to frown in the face of this circle of black holes, and their faces were as unresponsive as if they were carved by knives. Dum swept around the few people in the room with sharp eyes, and a cold aura swept everyone subconsciously gave birth to a desire to "want to retreat" from the bottom of their hearts, and it was clear that they were the ones with guns in their hands. Michael, on the other hand, was still sitting on the old couch in the room, not even trying to get up, as if he were a spectator and not a participant surrounded by twelve guns.

Big Belly began to feel a little uneasy, but soon he was amused by the thought. Twelve guns pointed at two unarmed guys, what is there to be afraid of in this situation?

Potbelly took a step back and gestured with the hand holding the cigar.

"Kill them."

Twelve guns rang out at the same time, and twelve sparks began to shine. Countless bullets were pushed out of the chamber by gunpowder, and the yellow and clear bullets seemed to be overwhelming through the air, forming a dense rain of bullets.

But these bullets never hit the targets they locked.

The coercion escalated instantly, and the dark green light erupted around Doom, instantly enveloping the entire room. The boundless aura seemed to freeze the air, and the rain of bullets in the sky was also frozen in mid-air. Thousands of bullets seem to be deprived of kinetic energy in an instant, as if someone has given them an absolute command to "stop", which transcends the rules and cannot be resisted.

The mob in the room was stunned, barely able to believe what they saw.

"Stupid."

Dom said a word coldly. The green light exploded in that instant, like a churning wave that pushed all the bullets backwards in their path. Countless blood flowers exploded one after another, and the bodies of the twelve strong men trembled violently, and they all raised their heads and fell into a pool of blood.

In the blink of an eye, the whole room was covered in blood. The aging chandelier swayed weakly overhead, and the dim light swayed like a candle in the wind.

In the end, only the pot-bellied man remained. This guy was so frightened that he peed his pants, and the cigar in his hand unconsciously fell into a pool of blood, and the whole person was almost stupid with fright.

Doom walked slowly towards him.

"You have one last chance, Fatty." "Contact Marion and tell him that von Doom has something to do with him and that we need an interview," he said. ”

"No need."

A voice rang out from outside the door. Doom squinted and saw a man with a flat head and a scar on his left eye appear in the doorway with three or five bodyguards.

"I'm Riley Marion." He said, "What can you say to me?" ”