Casablanca, Morocco.

It is a subtropical city with a small population, only 500,000, and most of the buildings are low-rise.

Here, you can hardly see tall buildings above 20 floors.

Because the climate is hot and humid, but the soil is mostly sandstone, the whole city is seriously desertified except for the green vegetation clustered together.

This makes it look like a typical South American city.

Actually, it is a multi-ethnic city dominated by the Arab community on the northwest coast of Africa.

As we all know, Allah's people have always been-stirring sticks, and they are usually not very good at running the municipal government, especially when they are mixed with other peoples.

The same is true of Casableca, where the whole city is filled with twilight.

People are either lifeless, walking with their heads bowed and resigned to everything, or they are so angry that they seem to see anyone who wants to go up and slash twice.

On the streets, tricycles are scurrying around, not obeying the traffic rules at all, and from time to time, crackling gunshots can be heard at the entrances of some alleys......

There is absolutely no future in this place, and most people will immediately sentence it to death just one glance.

And that's exactly what happened.

At least half of Casablanca's 500,000 inhabitants are below the subsistence line, and the urban economy is sluggish.

Makarov barely got along with the latter.

As an international drug lord, he has a big business, and there is definitely no shortage of money, and he is definitely a rich man.

But he didn't set up his nest here because he wanted to pursue any rural taste.

It's a no-brainer.

What does it mean to be an international drug lord?

That is to say, Mr. Makarov is on the wanted lists of many countries, and he is a street rat, and with the exception of Morocco and a few chaotic areas, most developed countries, peaceful developing countries, have turned him away, and he cannot go at all.

If you really want to go, you have to smuggle in, otherwise you will fall into the net.

Makarov was able to fight his way out of the ghetto, from his teenage years, to build his own violent kingdom in a mere ten years, with absolute authority, and he was by no means a suicidal person, and he had nothing to do with stupid people.

Regretting his life, but being ruthless, spicy, knowing how to make trade-offs, and being able to restrain his desires to a certain extent, these are the labels on Makarov.

As long as a person has more than two qualities, he can definitely mix up his personal appearance.

Therefore, this is a lucky person who has taken shit luck on the surface, but in fact, it is not, and there is a certain number in the dark.

Today, Makarov, as usual, slept until he woke up naturally.

Because he had too much fun last night, he almost broke his waist, and when he opened his eyes, it was no surprise that the sun was already halfway in the sky.

It certainly doesn't matter.

He is the boss, does anyone dare to remember that he is late and absent from work?

After waking up from a pile of nephrite warm arms, wearing a nightgown and carrying half a bottle of rum, this person just **, sitting in front of the pool and basking in the sun.

Under the umbrella, sip coffee from time to time, smack your lips, and pour spirits, not too refreshing.

Stains, fine wine with coffee, old.

The sunlight filtered through the parasol and penetrated his face, making him warm and almost confused again.

For Makarov, these are everyday things, and he will probably spend the rest of his life in this lazy pace of life in the future he can imagine.

Hehe, it's so beautiful to think about.

At a certain moment, a terrible scream suddenly woke him up.

Yes~

The screams are subdued and frustrated, and they are actually very rhythmic, but they are too infiltrating.

Makarov swears that he had never heard such a scream even when he had broken someone's bones with a hammer!

Nima, this scream is an octave higher than when a woman has a difficult birth, it's too exaggerated, right?

Which bastard scares me so much?

Makarov straightened up and listened with his ears pricked up, trying to find the unlucky man who had been taken aback.

Yes, dare to scare the boss, that one is definitely unlucky enough, and there will definitely be no good fruit to eat later.

However, after the first scream, the gangster emperor did not wait for the shouts of the person in charge of the vigilance, but soon, in the entire villa area, many equally terrible screams rose one after another, echoing each other from afar, one after another.

This is definitely an enemy attack!

"Son of a bitch!

Makarov jumped up, quickly crawled under the side of the flower bed, and shouted: "Zoskuev! Russians, where are you! Fight back to Lao Tzu! Fight back fiercely, kill them all!"

He immediately thought of his number one thug, and called out to his mouth, hoping that the woolly bear would respond to him.

As long as the person is still there, he has the confidence to fight back.

It's a pity that the call is like a mud cow into the sea.

The number one bodyguard who was extraordinary in marksmanship and ruthless, and legend has it that he had killed a brown bear in hand-to-hand combat, did not make a sound at all, and did not know where he died.

At this time, all kinds of panicked expressions of his men outside began to reach Makarov's ears, making him so angry that he kept smashing the ground with the handle of his gun, but he didn't dare to come forward at all.

Who knows if this is a deliberate attempt to scare the snake and lure it out of the hole?

It is very likely that the attacker is trying to kill himself, and if he rashly takes the lead, he will be wronged if he is shot down.

"My God......

"Ahh......h

"Where is the enemy? (Click-and-click)...... What the hell is this!"

Bang, bang, bang......

"Oh my God, Run, Boss! It's an alien!"

“......？”

The information coming from outside is too confusing to be simulated into a logical picture in your mind.

In addition to the chaotic gunshots, screams, crashes, broken bones, leaking fluid, and some kind of whirring sound that looked like a giant fan......

All the voices were mixed up and chaotic.

Coupled with the nonsense of his subordinates, all kinds of chickens and dogs jumped, so that Makarov, who was hiding under the flower bed, listened to it with a confused face.

Alien aliens?

Your uncle, why don't you say it's a Predator!

The alien alien is going to invade, and it's definitely going for the Yankees, why do you want to come to me?

Lao Tzu is a farmer in the countryside, how can he be?

The little ones are so funny that Makarov rolls his eyes.

The gun that was originally held tightly was hanging and falling.

This made his angry teeth itch, and he hung up in his heart, and yelled in a certain direction of the wall outside: "Oscar, you are raised by this cousin, Lao Tzu remembers you!"

Mr. Oscar, who identified the alien alien, was still alive, and after hearing the boss's angry rebuke, he hurriedly replied loudly: "Mata, it's really an alien alien, run, we'll cover you!"

Oh, now show loyalty, do you think it will work?

Makarov decided that the other party was shouting nonsense, and he did not believe it at all.

However, he could also hear that the intruder should not have a hot weapon, because judging by the characteristics and rhythm of the gunshots, most of them should be their own personnel shooting back.

In order to prove his judgment, Makarov gently plucked open the bushes with the barrel of his gun and quietly poked out half of his head to observe.

Just one glance, and immediately stunned.

"God ......"

This famous gangster emperor was so frightened that his hair stood on end, and a cold breath rushed straight to the top door, his bladder was loosened, and he almost urinated.

"Oscar is right, this is definitely an alien alien!"

"What do I see......"

In his eyes, there were about 3 to 8 hideous monsters that broke through the cordon and broke into the walls of the villa, and were killing on a rampage!

Even idiots know that this can't be an earth creature!

Looking at the size, it is about the same as a tiger (pure illusion).

The terrifying thing is that these monsters are covered in black and dark carapaces, which are either extremely thick or extremely hard.

Because he saw it defend against a burst of AK rifle fire from one of his men!

If the defense alone is so strong that it is nothing, it is equivalent to wearing a body armor.

What's worse is that the monster is even more lethal.

The two pincers are like sapper shovels that have opened the edge, revealing cold light, and they are very fast, and they are definitely killing weapons.

O my Satan......

They're just too fast!

With a flick of his hind legs, he swooped forward, at least twice as fast as the running cheetah, so fast that he only left an afterimage in his eyes!

Why 3 to 8? That's why.

The atmosphere at the scene was terrifying and panicked, and the monsters moved so quickly, in the sprint turn, they appeared and disappeared from time to time, and it was impossible to accurately judge the specific number.

Makarov already knew that he was wrong to blame the younger brothers.

That's right, they are indeed ruthless people, dare to fight, even if the US Navy SEALs attack, at least they can fight back and forth.

The question is...... This opponent is not human at all.

Fighting with monsters, except for the nonsense in the movie, no one has any experience, and it's normal to be suppressed for a while.

Suddenly, Makarov saw a monster about 20 meters away jumping on its legs, and just like that, it drew an oblique parabola and rushed towards him, just as Oscar was in the way.

"My God......"

He watched as the powerful man split the shovel-like blade in two unevenly, and then he was hit by the monster, and the two bodies rolled and flew away, and his heart, liver, spleen, lungs, brains, and blood were spilled all over the ground...... Makarov seemed to smell a fishy odor.

Of course, it was just a delusion, because he didn't have time to smell it.

The last picture of the life of this international drug lord is frozen.

Next, it was dark in front of him, and he soon ran to hell to meet the fool.

A total of nine Haste Blades!

Three minutes!

Kill 63 elite gangsters armed with rifles and pistols!

Rapid Blade Mortality: Zero.

Terrifying......

In addition, there were no armed maids or call girls, and there were no casualties.

Accidental injury rate: zero.

Well, this is an obedient demon class, a qualified weapon.

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*Thanks to 'Senior Fun' for another 100 coin tip*

It's time, local tyrants, hurry up and smash me to death!