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Chapter 963: Chapter 844 Treasure, a Scheme Within a Scheme (Subscribe please!)_3
This voice.
It startled Bolton’s bodyguards.
"Click..."
There were actually people behind them? They drew their pistols and turned around, but upon seeing clearly who had come, they all swallowed a mouthful of saliva. On their side, they all had pistols, while the other side was fully equipped with bigger weapons.
German equipment.
They were all fully armed.
Bulletproof vests.
Helmets.
There were about twenty people.
They, on the other hand, had no protection at all nor any way to retreat.
"Ah..."
Upon seeing this scene, one of the women screamed, wondering if treasure hunting needed to be this terrifying.
"Shut up," the rough voice shouted, and only then did they notice the source of the voice. It was a white, middle-aged man standing among the people, tall and burly.
Fierce eyes.
With a hint of ferocity.
Intimidated by that gaze,
The woman instantly caved in.
She covered her mouth, not daring to make a sound.
Jackie knew how to read the room and raised his hands, indicating that he had no weapon; the situation had surpassed his brain’s capacity to process. Both ways led to a dead end, so he could but watch things unfold.
Bolton’s bodyguards had sweaty palms as they gripped their pistols.
"Who are you?" Bolton asked.
"You don’t need to know that. You just need to know that we’re taking what’s here," Brody said with an expression that suggested he held the winning cards. Jackie and his team were also Brody’s prey, but Bolton had unexpectedly popped up. 𝖓𝔬𝔳𝔭𝖚𝖇.𝔠𝔬𝖒
Today.
It was time for him to close the net.
"What about us?" Bolton wasn’t going to submit.
Brody stepped to the front and smiled: "Do you have any chips to bargain with?" Although he stood in the front, he didn’t believe that Bolton’s bodyguards would actually shoot.
Grinding his teeth, Bolton said, "Do you plan to keep it all for yourself?"
"That’s the idea," Brody admitted with a smile.
"Do you know who my father is?"
Bolton started playing the "Dad" card.
Unfortunately, it was the wrong time.
Upon hearing this, Brody’s face turned cold, and he said, "Are you trying to force me to kill you?"
Bolton was no match for an old fox like Brody and quickly shook his head: "Forget it, it’s all yours. I don’t want the Treasure anymore, just let us leave safely. Otherwise, we might as well end it all."
"That’s more like it. A wise choice. Now, go down there and bring up the gemstones." Brody’s plan was well thought out; what was in the water and how dangerous it was should, of course, be tested by Bolton’s men first.
Bolton was about to protest.
Suddenly.
His eyes bulged.
He started speaking incoherently.
"I... you... you..." His teeth began chattering.
In front of him,
An alarming scene unfolded.
Behind those holding guns on them, sudden shadows appeared. The shadows, with their faces covered, shook their heads at them and made a shushing gesture, then they moved.
The seven people in the back were instantly taken down. Due to the distance, those watching couldn’t clearly see the movements, then came the second to last row of nine people, who were picked off one by one by the shadows that kept emerging.
The third row.
Four people.
The fourth row.
Two people.
All were downed, their life or death unknown.
Then.
It stopped.
Only Brody in the front was left, complacency written across his face.
"Hiss..."
"Hiss..."
The sounds of dozens of people sucking in cold air rang out simultaneously.
Bolton and his bodyguards.
And the six people behind them.
They looked at the place behind Brody as if they had seen a ghost, no, more like they had seen a deity, their expressions one of complete shock. Brody didn’t turn around, assuming they were frightened by the lineup behind him.
More than twenty big guns.
It was normal for these people in front of him to be surprised.
He felt rather proud inside.
This game had been set up by him for a long time, and now it was time to reap the rewards. The treasures of the Grand Duke of Meiyi were definitely within reach this time. As for these people in front of him, they were just dead men walking.
"Gulp..."
Bolton swallowed his saliva.
Wanted to say something but couldn’t.
What was this?
A game within a game within a game?
I was just treasure hunting, with too low a rank to play high-end games!
The most important thing was.
Could he still walk out of here alive today?
