Kramer's mercenary under his gun was a strong man with a yellow beard, and he slowly raised his hands at this point, he blinked, and then made a funny 'you won' expression to his colleague, he suddenly smiled at Kramer, and the latter wearing goggles suddenly bent down at this moment.

The large-caliber sniper bullet hit Yellowbeard's head in an instant, causing his face to explode into a terrifying bloody flower, and then, the window continued to shoot, the bullet hit the wall, the floor, causing the wall skin and sawdust to fly everywhere, and then knocked down the small table in Robert's living room, the bullet hit the holographic TV box, and exploded, and the components in it flashed electromagnetic sparks and flew in the air.

Kramer was crawling to Robert's side without danger, and Robert couldn't see with his eyes, but he could hear clearly with his ears. He was half dead from the whirring of bullets, lying on the floor and not moving until Kramer came to his side.

"It's time to get up, Lord Chair." The mercenary told him that the heartwarming gunfire had suddenly stopped, and the otherwise tidy house was in shambles.

"What's going on? What the hell is going on? Robert felt that the white fog in front of him was slowly fading, but everything was still vague, he had no idea what was happening, he was a little panicked, and pulled Kramer to ask for clarification.

"Two window cleaners came, one dead, one ...... Well, a little miserable, the head exploded. Kramer understated.

Robert was affected by the stun bomb, his mind was a mess, he felt a little sick, death seemed to have been around him all these days, how many people had Kramer killed for him? He couldn't have imagined.

"You killed them all?" He couldn't help but ask.

"Sort of, the snipers in the building across the street have also been a little helpful." Kramer said calmly.

"Opposite...... Sniper?! Then you just ......" Robert thought of Kramer's comment on the cheap sniper, and suddenly woke up.

"Yes, they've been there." Kramer said.

"Oh my God, they were looking at the apartment the whole time, and you didn't even say a word to me!" Robert exclaimed.

"I said they didn't want to kill you, you're safe." Kramer explained.

"Safety? So who are they sniping? Oh......" Robert didn't know that the other party was trying to kill Kramer, remembering that the mercenary had been staying in the dead corner of the hall just after entering the door, and had never moved a bit, thinking that he had already understood that the other party had placed snipers on the opposite side.

"So you're staying behind?" Robert asked.

"Of course, I'm not bulletproof." Kramer looked at him strangely.

"Okay, so what now?" Robert still felt dizzy in his head, but his eyes were gradually returning.

"Wait." Kramer said succinctly.

The house was silent at this time, most of the upper and lower neighbors who heard the noise were either dialing the police or hiding in the house shivering, and then a close and small footsteps sounded from the door, and Robert was pulled by Krammer in the corner, and he was surprised to find that the mercenary was pressing his eyes and ears against the wall at this time, and seemed to be holding a remote detonator in his hand.

Just when Robert was completely stunned, Kramer suddenly opened his eyes and pressed the button in his hand.

The loud explosion was mixed with the screams of the mercenaries outside the door, and from the door of the apartment, there was a rush of debris in the hallway where the two were standing. The violent shock wave made it almost impossible for Robert, who was standing against the wall, to breathe.

In the smoke and dust, Kramer suddenly walked out with a gun in one hand, he picked up the military-grade computer on the ground with an acetitanium alloy cover to protect it, and carried it with one hand, Robert was now helpless, so he had to follow him closely on the debris all over the ground.

He turned the corner of the wall and was surprised to find the power of the explosion, in front of the corridor where it was originally the gate, a whole wall of the apartment had disappeared, in the ruins, there were several Stannis mercenaries lying horizontally, one of them was a blood-haired mercenary leaning against a wall opposite Robert's apartment, seeing Kramer approaching with a gun, he still wanted to hold the gun on his chest with trembling fingers.

Kramer ignored him, he disappeared into the smoke-filled corridor, and soon reappeared, he slowly pressed the barrel of his gun against the mercenary's head, the man had already pulled the trigger with his fingers, and was trying to lift the weapon, at this time he had to let go of the turbid breath in his chest and abdomen, his breath was short, and he only glanced at Kramer with slanted eyes.

"It's a concussion bomb...... Kramer tapped the barrel of his gun on his arm, and the mercenary snapped his eyes in pain. None of your bones are intact. He told the mercenary in front of him.

"But a simple regenerative surgery can give you a lease of life." Kramer said. "Is there anything you have to tell me to stay alive?" He stared at the black-haired mercenary, who just glared at him viciously.

"Hurry up, don't be a mother-in-law." The mercenary said to Kramer hatefully.

"I ran into someone with backbone." Kramer turned back and stretched out his hands helplessly to Robert. "Tell me, tell my employer, and I'll spare you your life." He began to poke the mercenary in the shoulder with the barrel of his gun, and the other side turned pale and trembled.

"I'll fuck you...... Dog's Day "True Guard", you are all a bunch of rotten things! The black-haired mercenary clenched his teeth, his whole body hurting so much that he couldn't control himself, but his facial muscles were hideous, but he had a cruel smile.

"Oh, I didn't know there was such a sense of competition?" Kramer paused, his face a little surprised. "But we are a private company, and we don't steal business with you......" He immediately slammed the mercenary twice with the barrel of his gun, this time making the other party finally cry out in pain.

"Kramer!" Robert couldn't stand it anymore and wanted to intercede on behalf of the hapless guy.

“…… Then hurry up......" Kramer stood up and aimed his gun at the mercenary's forehead, about to pull the trigger, while the black-haired mercenary gasped, his face twisted, and grinned and pressed his forehead close to the muzzle.

"I'm not happy to look forward to that......" Kramer withdrew his pistol before Robert could say anything, and suddenly turned around and walked into the smoke and dust again, and continued to breathe rapidly as the mercenary leaned against the wall.