The two strong men guarding the door opened the door and quickly took the lead in. Dum followed closely behind the two. Michael followed the last, like an unrelated spectator.

They walked through the corridor and came to a dimly lit waiting room, surrounded by strong men carrying guns and bullet links, all of whom looked at them with fierce lights that seemed to be eating people. When Dum walked into the door, he counted out of the corner of his eyes, a total of twelve - which were counting the two leading the way.

The two visitors sat down in this room surrounded by strong muscles and various guns, acting as if no one else was around, just as if these guns and bullets could not hurt them. The strong men had no actual actions for the time being, but they had already cut the two of them with sharp eyes like knives several times, as if someone was ready to copy the gun and sweep the two guests into sieves at any time with a command.

After arranging the two of them to sit down, the two guards went out along the way. A few minutes later, a man with a beard walked in behind them. He walked over slowly while sucking clouds and smog in his mouth, looking at the two guests arrogantly.

"Which one of you is von Dum?" he asked.

Dum stood up.

"Oh?" Big Belly looked at him for a moment and laughed, "The eyes are pretty good, just looking at a pretty face." He paused, and he asked, "I heard that you want our weapons?"

Dum glanced at him coldly.

"You're Riley Marion?"

The big belly's face sank for a moment, then he then calmed down again, raised his head and laughed.

"Who do you think you are, kid? Just because of you, you want to see the boss?"

Marion is the top boss of this group of guys and one of the largest warlords in this area of ​​Latovigna. He has someone with a gun and huge resources. In this small area of ​​Latovigna, he is also one of the most powerful forces under the Baron.

If the Baron has the background of secret support from multiple governments, Marion may be one of the most likely people to have the chance to overthrow the Baron in terms of strength only in Latovigna.

Of course, the premise is that if he has the courage.

At present, these small fish and shrimps are subordinates of Marion. The big belly is the owner of a freight company registered through formal channels, but his actual job is to sell a series of contraband items, including arms. It is said that he owns the largest military factory in Latovigna, and the weapons in his hand are boasted as "can arm a country."

"So you are not Marion himself, so there is nothing to talk about. I only talk to people who speak with weight." Dumm said lightly.

Big belly clamped the cigar with her big fingers and pointed at him and said, "Don't be too proud, boy. Let me tell you the truth, I didn't plan to do business with you from the beginning. I don't know who leaked our news and where you found out, but that's okay, you'll tell me soon. And just after you honestly explain everything you know..."

He paused and waved. Everyone in the room took a step neatly, loading the rifles at the same time, and the twelve gun barrels pointed at the two surrounded in the center.

Big Tutu was very satisfied with this situation. He felt that he had completely taken the initiative and scared these two ignorant foreigners.

"...After you explain everything, I will mercifully allow you to die."

He felt very good to himself, and felt that his threat was perfect to the extreme, and could even be called art. The luxurious clothes and temperament of these two people did not come from Latovignan at first glance. From the habits and temperaments they showed in every move, he speculated that these two people might be American.

The arrogant Americans always had an inexplicable sense of superiority, thinking that they should be superior everywhere they go. But they had never been to Latovigna, and they did not understand the situation here. Latovigna is not a hell kitchen, not the kind of place where people follow the rules to play with you. Latovigna has no rules. In this place that is filled with war and unrest all year round, guns are the only rule.

But soon he realized that this posture did not seem to have achieved the effect he wanted.

These two "outsiders" were too lazy to frown when facing this circle of black muzzles, and their faces were as if they were carved by a knife. Dum swept the circle of people in the room with a sharp look. A cold breath made everyone subconsciously feel a desire to "retreat" from the bottom of their hearts, and it was clear that they were the one holding the gun. Michael was still sitting on the old sofa in the room, without even the intention to get up, as if he was just an audience member and not a participant surrounded by twelve guns.

Big belly started to feel a little uneasy, but soon he found it funny about his thoughts. Twelve guns pointed at two unarmed guys. What's the point of this situation that I'm afraid of?

Big belly took a step back and used his hand holding a cigar to make a gesture.

"Kill them."

Twelve guns rang out at the same time, and twelve sparks began to shine. Countless bullets were pushed out of the gun chamber by gunpowder, and the yellow bullet heads were like overwhelming the sky and breaking through the air, forming a dense rain of bullets.

But these bullets never hit the target they locked.

The pressure escalated instantly, and the dark green light burst out with Dum as the center, instantly covering the entire room. The boundless aura seemed to freeze the air, and the rain of bullets was frozen in mid-air. Thousands of bullets seemed to be deprived of kinetic energy in an instant, just as someone gave them an absolute command to "stop", which transcended the rules and could not be resisted.

The thugs in the room were all stunned and could hardly believe everything they saw.

"madness."

Dum said a word coldly. The green light burst out at that moment, like a tumbling wave pushing all the bullets backwards along the way. Countless blood flowers exploded one after another, and the twelve strong men trembled one by one, and they all fell into a pool of blood.

In the blink of an eye, the whole room was filled with blood. The aging chandeliers swayed weakly above their heads, and the dim light swayed like candles in the wind.

In the end, only the man with a big belly was left. This guy had been so scared that he peed his pants. The cigar in his hand fell into a pool of blood unconsciously, and he was almost stunned.

Dum walked slowly towards him.

"You have the last chance, fat man," he said. "Contact Marion and tell him that Von Doom has something to do with him and we need an interview."

“No need.”

The voice rang out from outside the door. Dum slanted his eyes and saw a man with a flat head and a scar on his left eye appeared at the door with three or five bodyguards.

"I'm Riley Marion," he said, "I have anything to say to me."
Chapter completed!