It was a surprise to everyone.

As the real speaker of Dasok, Sorico, who is worth hundreds of millions, does not live in a luxury villa, nor does he immigrate abroad to command remotely, but lives in an old residential building in an old community.

It was a Stalinist dormitory for workers, and the same shape of buildings was spread over the entire block, making it look exactly the same everywhere you went, like a huge labyrinth.

If it weren't for the location confirmed by telephone monitoring, it is hard to imagine that the leader of the greedy Dassok would be so low-key as to masochist.

Several featureless, gray and dilapidated vans were scattered seemingly irregularly along the streets in front of and behind the dormitory.

Suddenly, all the doors opened at the same time.

Under the cover of night, sturdy figures jumped out of the car and quickly moved towards one of the featureless dormitory buildings in a standard battle formation.

After a slight crackling sound, the front and back doors were broken open, and the team infiltrated the building silently like ghosts.

The army, which had been silent outside the block, also began to move at the same time.

Military vehicles came at a rapid pace, stopped at various intersections, and a large number of heavily armed soldiers jumped down, pulled up barricades, set up positions, and prepared for battle.

After a brief silence, there was a sudden scream in the dormitory building, and then the sound of gunfire and explosions rang out in a ball, and the windows flashed with a dancing fire, and the screams rang out one after another.

More teams rushed into the building.

Wounded soldiers began to be carried out.

Their injuries were all very strange, some were burned, some were pierced by sharp blades, some were shot, some were torn apart by wild beasts, and the injuries were extremely serious, most of them were dead, and a few were still alive, but looking at the injuries, it was obvious that they would not last long.

At this time, only five minutes had passed since the army infiltrated and the conflict broke out, and only the third layer had been attacked, and the fierceness of the battle was beyond everyone's imagination.

The defensive wizards are ruthless and vicious, and the attacking soldiers are unable to defend themselves, and they are always inexplicably hit, and most of them will die once they are hit.

This made the front-line soldiers tremble and panic every time they took a step forward, and they would subconsciously shoot fiercely at the slightest disturbance, which once caused several tragedies of self-attack.

The commander immediately adjusted his strategy, withdrawing all the lightly advanced commandos and changing them to steady advances, room by room, and at the same time once again invited Alexei to send his wizards to participate in the battle.

Alexei, who had put on his full shelf, finally sent out his wizards.

This group of wizards mainly practice totem blessing type of witchcraft, belonging to the auxiliary class of wizards, and do not step forward to fight, only follow the team, to the soldiers to bless defense, cheer up and other witchcraft, as the team's attack advances, the totem pole is nailed like a stake, more than ten meters is one.

With the blessing of totem sorcery, the defense ability of the marching troops was greatly increased, and the attack speed was greatly accelerated, and it was soon pushed to the top fifth layer.

The remaining wizards gathered at the top of the staircase to put up a final resistance, and all of them were killed.

The attacking troops, who also suffered heavy casualties, shouted Ulla and rushed into the fifth layer.

The entire fifth floor was opened into a large hall, all the windows were blocked, and only in the center of the ceiling was a low-wattage electric light that emitted a dim yellow glow.

The hall is empty and devoid of any furnishings, and the ceiling, walls, and floors are covered in intricate patterns that look like the most complex labyrinth, making you dizzy at the sight.

In the center of the hall is a large chair made of steel.

On the chair sat a fat man, so fat that he looked wider than vertical, and the fat all over his body was stacked on top of each other, looking like a mountain of flesh with layers of obstacles.

His long hair was messy and dirty down his shoulders, and his thick beard was knotted together, burying half of his face to reveal only bloodshot yellow eyes.

He carried a large wine bottle in his hand, and when he saw the soldiers rushing in with a shout, he carried the bottle and took a big sip.

The smell of alcohol filled the room.

No matter how you look at it, this is a standard drunkard tramp, and it can't be connected to the powerful wizard who single-handedly built the behemoth of Dasok.

The cheers of the soldiers gradually subsided, and for a moment they crowded at the door, a little overwhelmed.

Rushing up in a bloody battle, is it such a stinky drunkard who wants to be caught? Those wizards are desperately protecting, is it such a fat pig-like drunkard?

The scene in front of him made the excitement of the soldiers' hard fighting and victory quickly extinguished as if a basin of cold water had been poured on their heads.

The officer leading the team squeezed to the front and confirmed in a deep voice, "Are you Soriko?" Chairman of the Dassault Group? ”

The fat man glanced at the officer, his eyes were empty and blank, and he let out two indistinct dry laughs of "hehe", raised the wine bottle and began to pour wine into his mouth again.

The officer hesitated.

Although the intelligence shows that Solico is here, in fact, Solico does not have any public photos or video materials, such a soul of Dasok, but since the day of Dasok's establishment, no one has seen his true face.

Judging from the fierce resistance of the wizards before, this must be an important figure for Dasok, but to say that he is Sorico...... It's unbelievable.

After a short period of hesitation, the officer still decided to arrest this as planned, as for whether it was Sorico or not, it was natural to find a way to distinguish it.

"In the name of Russia, Soriko, you are arrested for treason, murder, embezzlement of state property! Put it down...... Bottles, stand up, raise your hands, get to the ground, and give up senseless resistance! ”

The officer shouted righteously.

The drunkard fat man laughed twice, completely ignoring the officer, and raised the bottle to continue drinking.

"Catch him!" The officer ordered.

The soldiers began to enter cautiously, approaching the drunkard fat man, who had been taught caution by the previous battle, and although the fat man in front of them did not seem to be a threat, they still raised their vigilance to the highest level.

In the face of wizards, until they are completely killed, you never know what else they will do.

In the beginning, everything worked fine.

But as they went deeper, the soldiers who entered the room began to shrink rapidly, but they themselves were still unaware, even though the people behind them were shouting, they still kept moving forward.

Eventually, they all retracted into the labyrinthine pattern of the ground, as if they were part of a picture, moving forward along the path drawn by the pattern, looking like a swarm of trapped ants.

The totemic spells that blessed them didn't work!