The villagers re-understood the combat power of the bandit gang. In the past, the bandit gangs were vicious and evil, and they killed without blinking. Their combat power was comparable to that of the regular army, but they really mustered up the courage to fight them in the city and found that - but that's it.

They just pulled the trigger and fired, and the gang was so suppressed that they could not raise their heads. Every villager's gunshots felt surprisingly good today. In just a few minutes of conflict, they killed many gang members.

Killing is not that difficult!

"Da da da da da!!"

The villagers holding guns moved quickly on the streets as if they turned into a god of killing. Both the members of the bandits holding guns and the gangsters who came to help in the slums were all fatal blows.

The arrogant and arrogant bandits retreated step by step. It was not because they lacked the ability to fight stalemate, but because this group of invaders was unstoppable.

The muzzle spews flames, and every two or three steps you take, one person will die.

After walking more than 200 meters away, the world in front of the villagers suddenly became clear, and fewer and fewer people resisted with guns. The young gangsters recruited from the slums turned around and ran away when they saw that the opportunity was not good.

It is still important to live a life. As long as you are still alive, you can absorb happiness sooner or later.

"Hmph, but a bunch of native chickens and tiles!" The old pastor snorted coldly, holding the "Classic" devoutly, "Blessed by the Supreme Almighty and loving God, my rock, should be praised. You teach my hands to fight, and your fingers to fight."

The villagers standing in the quiet smoke of gunpowder did not have the avocado smell. They were all Rambo warriors, while the old priest was like a bloody figure who came out of a certain space opera work.

Instead of God walking on earth, we clean up the unbelievers, and we have a terrible fighting will.

“r!p!g!”

A figure suddenly emerged from the roof of the slum. He was carrying a killing weapon on his shoulder and aimed at the people standing in the middle of the road with his head.

In addition to nuclear weapons, Takahashi can be said to have eaten all the weapons of humanity.

Without thinking, if you continue with an RPG grenade, the villagers and their clones will be killed.

"Sharingan..."

The pupils of the paper clone suddenly turned red, and magma appeared in it.

The ability of Sharingan to capture is not as good as rolling eyes, but it is enough!

She could already see the propelling grenade slowly flying out, and she could see the tail flame behind... The whole world slowed down in Takahashi's eyes.

"Bang!"

She raised her arm, the bullet rubbed in the chamber, and flew towards the grenade without any delay.

Bullets collided rockets!

"boom!!"

The villagers were frightened and looked at the sound of explosions, but why did the explosion suddenly occur as they walked?

The roof of the slum building exploded into pieces, and only a few pieces of clothing fell in the air.

The bandits carrying the rpg are no longer able to know how many parts they are dispersed.

"Let's go."

The paper clone reloaded ammunition on the pistol again and took the lead and walked away.

Two small pistols performed the effect of a whole army in her hands.

"Yes!" The old pastor filmed "Classic", and his ambitions could not stop emerging. He was in his seventies and eighties and turned back to his youth in his 1980s and 20s. The world was changed by himself!

"Da da da da!"

"boom!"

The firepower arrangement of the bandits made Takahashi nod pitifully. Although the arrangement of troops was far inferior to that of the regular army, it was remarkable for the criminal group to have such a scale.

There were not only RPGs along the way, but also light and heavy machine guns were installed in some shooting positions. The firepower was crossed, and unexpectedly, and the arrangement was extremely organized.

If the young man only uses light infantry to attack, he will definitely suffer major casualties.

There must be officers who retired from the army among the bandit members, so as to set up defenses under the guidance of professionals.

But these defenses target humans!

It was so ridiculous in front of Takahashi that she didn't even need the original body to come. She just used the ability of the paper clone to easily resolve all fatal murderous intents with a little Sharingan.

Approaches layer by layer and breaks quickly.

The villagers' attack speed was astonishingly fast, and they were expected to withstand the fragility of the fortifications of hundreds of regular soldiers. Often, as soon as the news of a line of defense was broken, the second one was taken down, and the third one was already in danger.

The speed of reporting cannot catch up with the assault.

"What's going on? Being broken? So fast?"

Scan the person sitting in front of the surveillance camera and Pofilio stared at the screen himself.

There are countless surveillance cameras arranged around the mansion of the Great Drug Lord. Standing in front of the screen, you can feel the panic caused by the breaking of the defense line.

Neither the fortifications composed of ordinary members or the machine gun defense line can be completely intercepted.

Pofilio couldn't maintain his calm expression. When was the last time he had such a sense of crisis?

The night before successfully taking office? The war with the government forces of Shan Si Miao?

The destruction of several subordinates led to a great crisis, and these invaders were still wearing farm work clothes.

He is a very ordinary worker in style, without any gangster anger.

But to say they are farmers?

If the farmers in the countryside had such combat power, what would it be for them to have the bandits? I'm afraid they had already attacked the Northern Expedition to occupy the Hope Kingdom!

"Click."

A figure walked past the camera, he paused slightly, and then raised his pistol without looking back.

The muzzle and the camera are opposite each other, pull the trigger, and the camera's field of vision disappears instantly.

Pofirio, who was sticking to the screen, thrust back in fright. The shot just now seemed to have shot into his mind, life and death remained in one shot.

"It must be the government's attack!" The subordinates simply judged from the camera that the morale and shooting skills of these monsters were so high that they were scary. Ordinary bandits were okay in fighting a smooth battle, but they definitely did not have such comprehensive qualities.

Only the elite troops of the Mecilica government army!

"Boss..."

Pofilio wiped his sweat and forced his face to calm down, but he no longer had the confidence to win. He could see the anxiety on his sad brows.

The waves were even more stirred up in his heart, thinking about all kinds of gains and losses. After a few seconds of uncertainty, he nodded firmly.

"Removal first."

"Retreat to other strongholds, this matter must be discussed for a long time. The shame of being attacked must be counterattacked!"

The army is the one who fights to the death. It is not shameful for drug lords to escape, but it is very useful.

As long as the series of mountain silk seedling industries under their name exist tenaciously, they can counterattack at any time. In addition, there are still many strongholds in other cities. As long as they figure out who is going to attack him this time, the next time it will be him who will launch a sudden attack and completely annihilate the enemy in a storm!

"yes."

Three helicopters parked in the mansion took off slowly, with only one on it being actually sitting with Pofirio himself, and the rest were just bait.

The color of the helicopters blends with the gray and black of the slums. The poor people who escaped from war poked their heads and looked up at the helicopters that were about to fly away. No matter who escaped, who died, who came to power, their situation would not change at all.
Chapter completed!