At six o'clock in the afternoon, in the wolf tavern, forty rebels who participated in the ambush arrived in batches. Among them were old men, women, and hairy boys of seventeen or eighteen years old. Most of the occupations engaged in are relatively lowly, workers, cooks, waiters, beggars, vagrants, etc.

But their expressions were all calm, as if they were just going to an ordinary party, which made Li Mo more satisfied.

After eating the simple and sufficient amount of meat provided by the tavern, the men took the weapons from the bartender's hand without saying a word, hid them on their bodies, and left in twos and threes.

"These are your weapons?" Li Mo couldn't help frowning when he saw a beggar-looking man take a grenade from the bartender and leave.

After the make-up lesson of the light ball, he already knew that although this thing was powerful, it was a one-time consumable, and it was gone after use.

The curly-haired middle-aged man showed a hint of shame, and quickly covered it up, explaining: "In the Black Mist City, except for the rulers and their army, once everyone else is found to have guns and ammunition, they will be immediately punished with capital punishment. Moreover, Black Mist City strictly prohibits residents from communicating with the outside world, making it difficult for weapons from other places to bring in here. Even if you can sneak it in, the price is ridiculously high. The weapons you see are the result of our best efforts. ”

"Then you're going to let forty people, with this bit of equipment, go to grab a convoy of three hundred heavily armed soldiers?" Li Mo asked with a frown.

"If it weren't for Your Excellency's sudden appearance, our goal would only be to destroy some of the weapons traded. The young luthier hurriedly explained.

"In this way, I am the absolute workhorse. Li Mo slowly hugged his arms in front of his chest, glanced at the two of them, and said coldly, "Of course, we have a common enemy, and it is not impossible to use each other, but there are some things that must be said in advance, and I want half of the weapons that I snatched this time." ”

The curly-haired middle-aged man and the pianist looked at Li Mo in surprise at the same time, and after quickly glancing at each other, the curly-haired middle-aged man hesitated and said, "Mr. Li is just one person, but there are forty of us. Although we have to rely on Mr. Lee's strength, Mr. Lee's mouth is half open, which is too much for us to bear. You know, the number of weapons transported this time is huge. Even half is a lot of money. ”

"You can bear it, knowing that your original goal was to destroy some of your weapons. Li Mo insisted.

"But in that case, we won't invest so much manpower and material resources, and the risk will be much smaller. The curly-haired middle-aged man said.

"Yes, in that case, you'll only sacrifice a few people, inflict some painless losses on the ruler, and then continue to hide like rats. Li Mo sneered and walked straight to the inside of the tavern, "You come with me." ”

The curly-haired middle-aged man and the young pianist glanced at each other suspiciously, and followed Li Mo into the room.

A few seconds later, there were two exclamations in quick succession.

A waiter not far away rushed over when he heard the sound, put his ear behind the door curtain, and asked in a low voice, "Sir, will you use me to go in?"

"No, I don't. The curly-haired middle-aged man's hurried and suppressed voice came from inside, "You just stay outside, and no one is allowed to come in." ”

"Yes. The waiter answered, and then stood motionless outside the door, watching the people around him warily.

Inside, Li Mo sat quietly on the sofa, watching the curly-haired middle-aged man and the young pianist pacing back and forth in the room. Their faces were slightly red with excitement, and their eyes shone with excitement, and the two of them looked around a heavy machine gun quietly placed in the middle of the room like fathers who saw the baby for the first time, looking left and right, and couldn't put it down.

The curly-haired middle-aged man excitedly touched a row of yellow cancan bullets connected to the machine gun, looked up at Li Mo, and asked excitedly: "How did Mr. Li get this machine gun?"

The young luthier knew that this machine gun was the one in the building, and still muttered in disbelief: "I didn't expect Mr. Li to actually bring it out, I'm sure that the Ross family must have dispatched a lot of manpower to find it now." The entire Ross family only has three machine guns, and Black Mist City has only seven machine guns. Haha, now we have one in our hands. With it, it will deal a devastating blow to the convoy of escorted weapons. ”

"Yes, it's as lethal as all of our weapons can do. The curly-haired middle-aged man sighed, then raised his head, looked at Li Mo expectantly and asked, "I don't know Mr. Li, what price do you want to sell this machine gun for?"

Li Mo smiled slightly: "This machine gun is not for sale." ”

The curly-haired middle-aged man and the young luthier were stunned when they heard this.

"I can give it to you, and in your hands, it will be of greater value. In exchange, however, after this operation is over, you must do everything in your power to help me find the location of the Rose family's important treasures. ”

"No problem, we can cooperate with Mr. Li when the time comes. The curly-haired middle-aged man and the young lucidiner glanced at each other and agreed. They already had this kind of information, but those places were heavily guarded, and their strength was not enough to attack them, so they simply pushed the boat down, "Moreover, I agree to give Mr. Li half of the harvest this time, and if Mr. Li feels that those weapons are not of much use, he can sell them to us again." ”

The three of them discussed the matter of the night operation one after another, and decided that after Li Mo brought the machine gun to the ambush site, the curly-haired middle-aged man and the young luthier went out to arrange work one after another.

Li Mo sat on the sofa and pondered the question.

"Hehe, boy, I can't see it, there is progress, and I will actually give favors. The sound of the ball of light suddenly sounded.

"The few days I spent with Karina and Malka taught me a lot of things. In particular, I was impressed by their investment philosophy, and how could they get the benefits without spending money. Li Mo put away his thoughts and said slowly.

"Then why don't you donate all your weapons?" said the ball of light with a smile.

"There are some things that have to be done in a step-by-step process. Giving them all the weapons will not make them much stronger, but will attract the attention of the Dominator family and bring them destruction. Freedom and happiness are to be earned with one's own hands, not by relying on the gifts of others. Li Mo thought for a while and said.

"me, boy, how did you get all this nonsense. The ball of light exclaimed in surprise. It is clear that Li Mo's thoughts are not messy, but very reasonable.

"I don't know, they popped into my head out of nowhere, as if I had known these things before. A rare trace of doubt flashed in Li Mo's eyes and said.

"Ahem, ahem......" The ball of light suddenly coughed, but asked another question, "What do you want so many weapons for?"

"Isn't it okay to use it yourself?" Li Mo replied with a strange smile.

"I believe you're a ghost. ”

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At half past six, the young luthier disguised as a beggar rushed to the ambush site with Li Mo, and the curly-haired middle-aged man had already gone over to arrange it in advance.

The ambush site is half an hour away from the Wolf Tavern, and it is the only way for the trading convoy to return to the northern part of the city, which originally returned from the direction of Iron Rock City, and there are two gates in the east and south of the city to go out, but the south of the city is a slum, and the security is very poor, and it is an area where the rebels are active, so the trading convoy has never passed there.

When Li Mo arrived, all the ambushers were already hidden, and he took the machine gun out of his backpack and placed it on the top of the gate guard tower of an exhaust gas factory that the curly-haired middle-aged man had found.

The young luthier remained here with a rebel. After the ambush begins, he will act as a machine gunner.

Li Mo hid inside the watchtower, and once the ambush started, he would start from here, giving full play to the ability of a fifth-level warrior to control the battlefield, responsible for dealing with two professionals and ten mercenaries of the Black Prison Machine.

Since the nearest reinforcement that the trading convoy can reach will arrive within twenty minutes, the rebels must evacuate before twenty minutes, regardless of success or failure, or they will be surrounded.

Therefore, the ambush had only fifteen minutes of combat time.

At eight o'clock, the roar of a motor was heard from far and near.

Li Mo stopped cultivating Dou Qi and slowly opened his eyes, although the amount of Dou Qi essence that could be transformed in half an hour of cultivation was very small, he still grasped every minute to improve his strength.

Only with strong strength can we firmly hold our destiny in our hands.

He placed his long knife on his knees and waited for the moment when the gun rang out.

As for this ordinary style long knife, Li Mo also gave it a name, called the Thunder Knife. During the time that it followed Li Mo, it had cut through flesh and blood, steel and concrete, and even parried giant axes and bullets, but the blade had always been as sharp as ever without the slightest damage.

In Li Mo's view, it has proven its worth.

The sound of the car getting closer and closer, the cacophony of talking could be faintly heard, and the first gunshots finally rang out as a bright light flickered through the windows of the room, followed by a dense and violent machine-gun fire.

Li Mo got up and pushed the door out.

The entire street was ablaze, and more than a dozen trucks were blocked in place, unable to move, and several were already burning. In the center of these trucks, two modified trucks with layers of armor stand out. After a short period of confusion, the armed soldiers of Black Mist City jumped out of their trucks one after another, looking for a hidden position to counterattack, under the command of the commander.

The rebels in other places were quickly suppressed, except for the factory gate where Li Mo was located, where the gunfire was still raging, and the submachine guns of the armed soldiers were eclipsed by the powerful fire of the machine guns, and the soldiers were constantly bombarded into sieves through the bodies of cars and even buildings.

The attention of the convoy commander also quickly fell on the side of the gatehouse.

A few seconds later, a vague shadow broke away from the convoy and followed the bright trajectory of bullets, quickly approaching the gatehouse. By the time it approached the gatehouse, it had completely disappeared.

And below the gatehouse, Li Mo stood with a knife, and his bare skin kept releasing subtle lightning that was invisible to the naked eye, these subtle lightning bolts were like spider silk, constantly spreading outward, forming an invisible power grid, this power grid was extremely weak, even a moth could not kill it, but it could make Li Mo sense the existence of moths.

Including a stealthy thief.

Below the gatehouse, after sensing the location of the thief, Li Mo suddenly jumped high in one direction, and the lightning thunder knife slashed at the void in front of him.

Hearing only a ding, a shallow figure emerged from the position of Li Mo's attack. He held a sharp short knife and resisted the horizontal slash of the thunder knife, but the thunder and lightning fighting energy invaded his body along the dagger, causing him to freeze.

Li Mo turned the handle of the knife and slashed his backhand, cutting off his trachea.

After eliminating one of the thieves of the two professionals, Li Mo took out the signal according to the plan, shot the signal, and then rushed towards the two special trucks in the center of the convoy.

The curly-haired middle-aged man on the other end saw the flare, and finally could show up, only to see him holding his staff high, chanting incantations, and the active fire elements continued to gather in front of him, forming red fireballs, when he finished reciting the last incantation, waving his staff, a total of eight fireballs were like soldiers who had been ordered, roaring towards a truck. Eight red balls hit the truck, instantly incinerating it to ashes. The soldiers who took refuge in the truck were burned directly into a puff of smoke.