Trafford’s Trading Club

Become a ruler, sit in a region, work for hundreds, have hundreds of guns and ammunition, be worthy of the Emperor, okay?

Sure, but it's not ancient today.

Confusion will eventually be eliminated, and the old times will always be no match for the wishes of the masses. From a long time ago - or even from the time of the "Dido Command” - it was clear to Mingo that this was a no-go path.

Even big things like the 'Emperor Command’ are ultimately invincible state machines. However, despite the fact that the country is still in a state of chaos because of historical legacies - history is ultimately deduced.

Ming is reluctant to become a historically obsolete person, and even more reluctant to be constrained by national institutions… Then be a rulemaker.

Enjoy… This is a great opportunity.

Despite the sudden events, Mingo acutely seized the opportunity to change his life.

After several years in prison, Ming has changed a lot. In prison, he was not disturbed by anyone, and when he was truly quiet, he was better able to reflect on the way forward.

For a big man at this level, being in jail doesn't mean losing everything. Can you live like a royal member in another prison without seeing Bucky as a coward?

This country has become so corrupt.

In prison for a few years, Ming learned a lot about himself and even took several degrees… he began to plan another way out of life.

He was born a smart man, growing up in a wealthy family, even with an official background. Only the family has fallen victim to the political struggle of the country.

This time Roger's request gave the country a huge headache, and Ming knew that his chance had come.

Although he was imprisoned, the charges were not serious - the real felony had already been borne by him as a scapegoat, so he was initially sentenced to 13 years' imprisonment - and this promise, as an official mole, gave him a pardon for the remainder of his sentence.

“Mr. Secretary of Security, your Senate President is currently being taken away by Clockdall, which should be a good opportunity for you to be in the spot… and the door is sealed, I will clean it up for you directly…”

Turn off the bearer's comms and Brother Ming smears the blood on his face - this is Roger who took it and waited to ambush Billy's men, who are now down.

It's easy to get rid of these guys who have respect for what they did back then and have admiration in their eyes.

Even Moria, who had worked together, fell into a bloodbath with confusion in her eyes and an unknown death.

I'm afraid they didn't even think before they died that a vicious, vicious, poor bastard would actually become a government walker... Well, Ming doesn't like to talk about walkers, or call them collaborators.

But there was a slight leak... that was that there was a guy who didn't die and gave Roger a message in time.

But it doesn't matter anymore, as long as the police's Special Operations Unit operates, it naturally eliminates the bandits in the concert hall at an extremely rapid rate.

The biggest problem was the detonator that Roger had left - but Ming didn't think Roger was going to end up with the enemy. After all, this is a fierce man who can betray his own father in order to survive.

Perhaps it would be a good idea to appear in a different capacity after washing away the black boss.

The money he transferred prior to his incarceration was quite sufficient, so... how about becoming a senator and then a politician?

“But Roger actually mastered something like that...” Ming chuckled. “Let me take this. ”

Of course he didn't report some conversations with Roger.

Brother Ming laughed, touching the dark forward, but walked lightly, as if walking on a sunny avenue.

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……

Earlier - minutes before the blackout.

Listening to the screaming noise in the room, the bandits who followed Croquedal at Roger's behest bored and lit a cigarette and smoked it up comfortably.

This old man Clockdall has always been known for his cruelty and loves to slaughter this movement. Although the old man can't be killed with the care of his chief, he wants to hang himself, I'm afraid?

In the room, as sincerely as the bandits on the outside thought, the elders of the Senate had been beaten up with cold sweat, and the face was even more bruised.

Clockdall pulled up the old man's tie with one hand at a time, making him grip his collar painfully and struggle.

Seeing the old man's painful face, Clockdall laughed, “Dear Uncle Prewitt, did you ever think you'd fall on me this day? ”

“Clockdall… don't make a mistake… and then make a mistake…" The old man struggled to get around.

“Ever since joining the Chapeyton family, your uncle has striven to leave our needy relatives behind. The Capettons do like you very much, even pushing you all the way to the Senate chair. But uncle, have you lost your temper?” Clockdall presses the Senator… Prewitt's head hard against the wall, "but it doesn't matter, and I'm not going to let anyone know that my uncle is you. Otherwise, the government might be interested in talking to me about this release? ”

Prewitt's eyes cast on Venus, his head fainted, and suddenly there's a feeling of regret... if he hadn't completely covered up his relationship with Croquedal since he took power, so that the government could know something... perhaps his situation wouldn't be so dangerous today?

“Unfortunately, no matter what you regret, it's too late.” Croquedar chuckles, "and in less than ten minutes, I'll throw your body out, as Roger said. Dear Uncle Prewitt, let me call you one last time. ”

He held it hard on Prewitt's stomach, letting Prewitt spit out the turbidity between the red and white, and his body twitched because of the pain.

“Clockdall, my dear nephew... let me live... and I... have not lived long...” Prewitt grabbed the trousers of Clockdall's wardrobe hard at this moment, raised her head and begged: "I can... give you all my wealth...”

He knows Clockdall's hatred of himself… If he had changed someone else, he could have done at least a little less than a bitter plea.

Clockdall stepped directly on Prewitt's palm, seemed to have broken his finger, and then coldly hummed, “How much of the Capetton family's wealth can you hold? I don't necessarily have less wealth than you, I can even create more in the future! Prisons in this country are nothing to me! With this time in jail, I'm hiding behind the scenes. Don't you know how much my fortune has turned over in the last few years? I've been waiting 20 years to slaughter you! 8 minutes left... I really need to feel the time for the first time! ”

Looking at Clockdall's playful smile, Prewitt was desperate.

Life, if at the last few minutes, is full of sweetness and bitterness. He has been severely injured by his battered body, which is old, how can he bear it?

Perhaps the viscera was ruptured long ago, and Prewitt only felt that everything she saw in front of her had become dim… this may be the moment for retention.

The door to the room seemed to open suddenly, as if someone rushed in and said something to Croquedal...

After listening, Clockdall seemed to have no hesitation whatsoever, taking a pistol directly from the man's hand and pointing it at himself… forehead, even feeling the cold breath of the gun.

God... I don't want to die about it...

Even let me dedicate my soul...

Please…

His eyes narrowed slightly and Prewitt felt his eyelids were extremely heavy and his consciousness gradually lost... as if waiting for him would be the darkness that would never awaken.

The fire of life is faint, like a candle in the wind, gradually extinguishing.

“Guest, the item you requested ‘survival’ has arrived. ”

The woman's voice.

“Enjoy the rest of your life, although not much, and hope you can enjoy your later years. When it's over, please allow me to come and take your soul..."

The sound went away like a dream.

Prewitt opened her eyes slowly and seemed to feel much better about her pain, but she was weak enough to open her eyes and even regain a lot of strength.

But there is still darkness in front of us, but at this point, the door of the room is opened again… seemingly to kick open. Only four were seen armed and simultaneous influxes of masked police forces.

The strong lights mounted on the guns illuminated the room, and at this point Prewitt clearly saw what was happening - Clockdall did not know when he had fallen to the ground, along with a bandit.

What's going on?

Prewitt's brain wasn't so blank that he could at least tell that the fall of Clockdall and the bandits took place before these special forces broke into the door.

How angry!

Why can't these incompetent guys show up in time when Prewitt suddenly has a rage? At that moment, Clockdall was really going to shoot himself -- if he hadn't suddenly fallen.

But... who did it? Two big living people, falling silently?

“Call HQ, call HQ, the Senator has been rescued successfully. ”

“Calling HQ, the Senator has been successfully rescued and another prisoner captured, Croquedal! ”

“Roger that! Please protect the Senator now and evacuate the safe path. ”

“Roger that!”

Prewitt looked down and saw two SWAT officers directly taking the unconscious Croquedal and the bandits away, while he followed the last SWAT officer and left quickly.

“Did you find anyone or hear anything before you came in?” Prewitt asked coldly.

His voice, in the corridor where the power was cut off and the light was lost, was suppressed like a beast.

“No.” The SWAT did not dare to brag in front of the real big people in this country, respectfully saying, "As soon as we came in, the sight was like when you saw us coming in. ”

Prewitt rubbed her forehead.

- Enjoy the rest of your life, although not much, and hope to enjoy your later years. When this is over, please allow me to come and take your soul as a reward...

That voice, as if engraved in the heart, once again bursts... a cold woman's voice.

While following people quickly, Prewitt also heard intermittent information about the situation on the ground in correspondence with these storm squad members.

“The bandit's whistle has been cleared... and he begins to break into the concert hall...”

“Shoot the target for the first time… Action! ”

“Special circumstances have occurred…”

“Report! All the bandits in the concert hall are unconscious... before we arrive? ”

“Report the remaining number of bandits, report the positions of Roger, Moria, Bucky and others! Roger holds the detonator..."

Another... mysterious coma?

Prewitt frowned deeply.

But by then, he had been strapped to his belt and fastened to a wire, and the storm squad had sent him to the theatre rooftop to get him out of here —— the helicopter was up there.

……

……

The gunshot rang and stopped, then suddenly rang again, and there were collisions and furious screams... so many times, Bucky just squatted on the edge of the wall with his head in panic.

Until after a long time, the gunshot did not ring.

In the dark, Song Hao Run's voice sounded spooky. “Mr. Billy, follow me, the police seem to have begun operations...”

Running sounds, panicking, and being able to hear people say a few words, "Come on, come on! ”

“Wait... wait for me!” Bucky stood up hastily.

It's just dark all around, with two ends in the hallway, and he doesn't know which way to go - but at this point, the lighting system of the theatre suddenly came back!

The light was like daylight, and it stung Bucky's eyes a little raw.

But he saw himself, and Roger's three men fell directly into the bloodstream, and Roger also sat by the wall, bowing his head, holding a dagger in his hand, with blood on it. At the same time, he was able to see at least three bullet wounds in his chest.

And Song Haoran was walking right in front of him, probably just seven or eight meters away.

A bodyguard's shoulder was stained red, and Lluvia covered her arm, and Song Haoran's hand did not know when to have an extra bleeding scar.

It appears that in this brief moment of power outage, there was an unusually dangerous struggle between the two sides.

“You're not dead? Forget it, keep up.” Song Hao ran turned around and looked at Bucky, “what a lucky guy. ”

Bucky grinned and hurried up, but at this moment he glanced at Roger and strained his body.

I just saw Roger suddenly raise his head and look at himself like a ghost... so badly he didn't die!

“Bucky, you betrayed me.” Roger had a cold smile.

“Not dead yet? Fate is hard. ”

Not far away, Song Hao shook his head and took a pistol directly from Lluvia, quickly pointing it at Roger's head... less than 10 meters apart, he naturally wouldn't miss.

But Roger quickly pulled something out of his tactical luggage and then slammed it against his neck.

Song Hao Run couldn't see what it was.

But Bucky looked very clearly, it was a syringe that seemed to contain dark blue liquid...

Song Hao ran pulled the trigger at the same time and the bullet broke out!