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Volume 2 A Hundred Flowers in Bloom Chapter 1233 Blood Sacrifice (Part 1)

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    In the Gir area, even private cars are mostly full-horsepower Jeeps or off-road vehicles. After all, the terrain is high and uneven. A sports car with a low chassis like a Ferrari will probably lose its pants as soon as it starts to speed up.  Teared off!

    A series of bombings occurred at the Gil Hotel, a landmark building in Galle City, and even the troops were dispatched.  Such a bad incident is not the first in the Gir area, but it definitely does not happen often.  After all, there are thousands of regular troops stationed here with live ammunition. No matter how arrogant those Chechen elements are, they have not gone to the point of confronting the government forces head-on.

    Years of peace have caused the local residents who are accustomed to ease and the investors who cherish their lives to flee in several directions of the city like a plague of locusts. Groups of motorcades, facing the freezing rain, are driving at high speed to the next door.  On the city's roads, two of these convoys were undoubtedly mixed with private cars off-road.

    Cuban, who had lost his gorgeous attire and dressed casually, looked at the cars around him that were constantly being overtaken by him, and felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.  The contact with the upline was not pleasant. This was something he had thought of in advance. The Kawashita Consortium, who had been unaware of it, had already known about his little trick. And with such a big movement in Galle City, Bol would definitely be punished to a certain extent.  Punishment.

    The loss of dozens of skilled players made matters worse. After being unable to contact Huamei at the end of the world, Carmen went into a rage. Cuban no longer wanted to think about the specific situation.

    "Africa." I vowed to come out of there and build my own underground organization in the Asia-Pacific region, but now, the only place I can escape is my own family.  In order to appease people's hearts and give an explanation to several organizations, EO must give up his son, and this 'son' is him, Kuban.

    There is no response staff, let alone care on the route.  It is said that it is to protect Cuban's whereabouts, but in fact, to put it bluntly, it is just to let nature take its course.  Even if you return to the base, you have to keep your tail between your legs, and you won't be able to stand out in recent years.  All this is indeed a bit chilling for an old man like Cuban, who has dedicated his life to the organization.

    ??????????????????????? Having passed the age of knowing his destiny, Cuban now knows how to tolerate his emotions and dissatisfaction. As long as there is a chance, he believes that he can make a comeback and avenge his shame.

    The convoys that poured out formed a crowded situation on the extremely slippery road. Coupled with the uneven terrain of the Gir area, traffic accidents occurred frequently in this area. Subsequently, many vehicles failed to brake in time.  , or the vehicles are traveling too fast and are rubbing against each other, blocking the way forward.

    Only one kilometer out of Galle City, a long motorcade was already lined up. In front of them, an overturned car blocked the progress of most people.  The anxious Cuban, who was among the convoys, looked at the muddy road beside the highway, which was one foot deep and one foot shallow. For the sake of his own safety, he decisively ordered the driver to cross this section directly through the wasteland.

    The bumpy car made it impossible for Cuban, who was sitting inside, to smoke normally. He held a cigar in one hand and held the armrest tightly with the other hand. Other cars followed suit and were also driving at high speed on the vast desolate land.  , and the black soil is slipperier than the cement road, causing many vehicles to splash mud stains on the way forward.  Some of them even hit the windshield of the vehicle behind them.

    The off-road car in front of him kept speeding forward, constantly blocking the movement of Cuban's vehicle. What was even more disgusting was that when the other party accelerated, the mud stains splashed all over the window glass, that is, spraying water and scrubbing  , but the muddy surface still blocked the driver's forward sight.

    Fortunately, the raindrops washed away so that the visibility was not too narrow. The driver, who had been cursing the owner of the car in front, suddenly stepped on the brakes for no other reason than that the off-road vehicle in front of him stopped suddenly.

    ¡®Squeak.  ¡¯ The slippery muddy road caused the car to slide forward several meters even when the emergency brake was applied. Originally, the distance between the two cars was not very large.  Just hearing a 'bang', another rear-end collision occurred here.  What was even more frightening was that the vehicles following behind them bumped into each other one after another, causing these vehicles to speed directly towards the open space in the distance.

    "Bang, pop." The continuous impacts caused the vehicle Cuban was sitting in to withstand several ups and downs. The rear of the car was extremely deformed, and the window glass was even smashed. If it weren't for the bodyguards protecting Cuban,  His body, I guess there will be a few bloody mouths on this guy's face.

    The other vehicles that kept passing by ignored this so-called 'traffic accident'. At this time, no one wanted to cause trouble, and they did not pay attention to the wasteland that was dozens of meters away.  At this time, the raindrops were getting heavier and heavier, and the visibility was less than ten meters at all.

    Cuban stood up quickly, patted the glass shards on his body, and saw the smoking vehicle in the front. For some reason, an unknown omen enveloped him.Head.  The driver in the front and the bodyguard of the co-pilot were already bleeding from the head. Turning his head, Cuban saw that two of the five cars that collided were from his own team.

    "Go down and see what's going on." When he said this, Cuban had already pulled out the pistol from his waist, and with a 'pop' sound, he pulled the barrel.  They were all old men who had gone through life and death. When they felt that something was wrong, three or four bodyguards opened the door and walked towards the three off-road vehicles in front and behind.

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    "Let's go." After hearing this, the driver decisively restarted the car and rushed forward without hesitation. But at this moment, the tire under the car suddenly seemed to have been punctured by some sharp blade.  An off-road vehicle was moving forward erratically. When it encountered a slope, the body rolled over and the entire vehicle rolled over on the muddy wasteland.  At the same time, three black figures jumped out from under the car.

    The sharp saber instantly cut across the neck of a big man who turned around. Before he could struggle, he had already responded to the call. The two people following him raised their guns and wanted to shoot at the black figure, but one of them had his arm clamped.  , and the other person was directly hit in the side of the face by the opponent's kick.

    "Plop", the whole person fell to the ground, splashing mud, and before the black shadow rose into the sky, he swung his saber with his back arm and cut off the neck of the big man next to him.

    "Poof." Blood splattered everywhere, and the whole person seemed to have lost its support. As the black shadow moved forward quickly, it fell limp to the ground.
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