The factory security guards of the Kunlun Demon Domain saw that Mao Zi who came first and the foreigners who came later did it, they couldn't figure out the latter's path, and they didn't dare to mix it indiscriminately, so they retreated to the gate one after another and kept watching.

"Where did these guys come from?"

Demwell, chairman of the Leeherd consortium, who had rushed to Huaxia from Dongying, frowned.

He was blocked by a group fight, and the security guards of the consortium were a bunch of rubbish, and they couldn't handle those rude polar bears.

Polar bear?

Wait, how did the Russians appear here?

Demville suddenly became excited, and his face immediately became ugly, could it be that the news of "Angel's Tears" ......

He suddenly thought about it and was terrified, about the news of "Angel's Tears", no more than two people knew about it, if it leaked out, I am afraid that it would be more than himself who would fight for it at that time.

Noticing the change in his employer's expression, Ram's eyes narrowed slightly, and Ram, dressed in a Middle Eastern robe, turned the flute in his hand and walked forward slowly.

In the melee, there are no eyes for fists and feet, except for yourself, you can't take care of others at all, as long as you get close, even your own people may be injured by mistake.

A powerful fist slammed into Ram.

A puff of white mist dispersed between the waves, and the bodyguards of Maozi and the security guards of the Leeherd Consortium, who were scuffling together, fell to the ground in unison, unconscious.

Seeing this, Chairman Demwell, who reacted, hurriedly shouted: "Mr. Ram, please be merciful!"

"It's okay, let them sleep for a while. ”

Ram waved his flute, deliberately showing his hand in front of his employer, indicating that his ability was fully worthy of the other party's payment.

Boom!

Maozi's bodyguard fell again.

His opponent, the security guard of the Leeherd Consortium, was lucky not to be affected by the white mist that was swayed, and only inhaled a little imperceptible.

Rao was like this, still feeling dizzy and weak, and had to shake his head hard to keep himself awake, and hurriedly retreated in shock, guessing what kind of chemical weapon it was, so powerful.

Ram walked forward complacently, as if walking leisurely as if entering a no-man's land, swinging the flute at will, waving his hand or flicking his fingers from time to time, there is always a white fog appearing in the sky, spreading rapidly, and it will never fall short, someone must fall, there are Mao Zi's bodyguards, there are consortium security guards, after all, the white fog has no eyes in the melee, and no one can resist.

After wandering around, a scuffle quickly subsided, leaving only five or six consortium security guards in the field, hesitantly standing in place, not daring to run, just now, someone inhaled the white mist that had not completely dissipated when running, but still hit the trick and lay on the ground with his opponent.

Smack, smack, smack, smack!

Chairman Demville clapped his hands vigorously, and sure enough, he was a master who he had invited with a lot of money, and if he didn't make a move, he would be extraordinary.

The burly barbaric Russian big animals are counted as one, all of them are hit, and they have no ability to resist, just like the experience in Dongying not long ago, the consortium security guards they brought were also repelled without any effect.

Dr. Moller, who got out of another van, slowly touched his chin, curious and intrigued by Mr. Ram's methods.

I don't know what kind of chemical ingredients it is, the effect of those white mist is very amazing, almost immediate, if you can get the formula, maybe you can research high-efficiency and low-side effect anesthetic products, used in medicine, law and order and military operations, the range is very wide, it will be a huge source of profit.

Dr. Moller, who owns a large private institute for advanced studies, has always been very interested in making money, and his desire for money is not for his lavish personal life, but for scientific research.

If the new technology with high practical value is the money printing machine, which can create a steady stream of wealth, then scientific research is a large money shredder, devouring money like a bottomless nothing, and there may not be output.

"You, who are you?"

Seryosha Vladimi, who was holding a bouquet of roses, was panicked at this moment, the bodyguards he brought had been on the battlefield, but he didn't expect that at this moment, except for a few around him and the one who followed the security guard of the Kunlun Demon Domain production base to make an appointment, the others were all lying down.

"Get out of the way!"

Ram's voice had a thick Middle Eastern accent.

One is Russian and the other is English, and the two sides speak like chickens and ducks.

The hairy young man who has a mine at home looked at the bearded man in front of him with a Middle Eastern desert robe, and there seemed to be a scimitar or other murder weapon hidden under the robe, for fear that he would take it out and kill him if he didn't agree with him.

It is precisely because of the beard that hangs down to his chest, and he may be in his forties or seventy or eighty years old from the appearance alone, so it is difficult to tell the actual age.

Ram said again, "Get out of the way!"

Raise your feet and continue to move forward, getting closer and closer to Seryosha.

The hairy bodyguards who only had two or three kittens left hurriedly pulled the young owner to back aside, and it was completely pointless to insist on ridiculous stubbornness at this time.

Ram didn't even look at them, and walked straight past the side to the gate of the production base of Kunlun Demon Domain Co., Ltd.

Seryosha and his bodyguards breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, the factory security guards had to come forward, and if they didn't show up, they would be beaten into the factory, and the generous salary they received every month was not for inexplicable people to break into the important production base.

A dark and thin young security guard shouted: "Who are you? Have you made an appointment? This is an important place in the factory area, and idlers are not allowed to approach." ”

He holds a plastic-coated T-shaped telescopic stainless steel crutch, T-shaped crutch, anti-riot fork and anti-riot shield are the standard combat equipment of the security guards, both offensive and defensive, handy, as well as extra pepper water and stink bombs, dealing with a guy who is not long-eyed, it can definitely be easily suppressed on the spot.

With the annual output value of Kunlun Demon Domain Company, it does have the confidence to say such a thing.

Ram didn't come any closer, but looked back at his employer, and the road ahead was clear, and he could walk with confidence.

"Worthy of Master Ram!"

Chairman Demville gave a thumbs up with a smile, and he finally found the right person this time.

He and Dr. Moeller walked over triumphantly, young men and women each carrying a suitcase and the consortium security guards following closely behind.

As he passed by Seryosha, Demville suddenly stopped, frowned, and said, "Who are you? What are you doing here?"

If he had come to snatch the "Angel's Tears", Demville would not hesitate to ask Mr. Ram to put down this inconsiderate fellow and lie on the ground with the Russian barbarians.

If it weren't for the extremely strict security in Huaxia, he would have killed this girl directly.

The "Angel's Tears" belong to the Leeherre consortium, it is his, no one can snatch it, and whoever dares to peep will kill him.

In the eyes of the capitalists, human life is not even worth a euro.

France in the Napoleonic era once scolded Russia, anyway, the final result was not much better than Germany, and the two sides were also considered feuds in a sense, even if they were in the same camp during World War II, but once they were torn, they would inevitably turn over old accounts with each other, Gallic chickens VS polar bears, belonging to the battle of birds and beasts.

Even in modern times, the two countries have no shortage of open and covert rivalry, and a new round of competition has already begun in Africa.

"I'm Seryosha Vladimi, my father is the chairman of the Russian Suras Mining Group, and I'll tell you, you've got a big deal, you're going to have a big deal!"

Maozi youth's Russian-flavored English is the kind that always unconsciously curls his tongue, with a splattering tail sound at every turn, but the words and sentences are in the style of Chinese Beijing films, which sounds particularly strange and weird.

Seryosha's mine is a gold mine, and what is dug out of the ground is gold rubles, and the worst thing is a small amount of money, he glared at the pot-bellied guy in front of him viciously, if it weren't for the bodyguards' incompetence, he would have beaten the other party and called him dad at this time.

"Suras Mining Group?

Demville sneered, the business of the two sides does not overlap, and there is no intersection naturally without hearing.

He took out a business card and shook it over disdainfully, a little kid, no matter how arrogant he is, he can't be an opponent of adults.

"If you are unwilling, you are welcome to come to me for revenge at any time!"

Seeing the large bouquet of roses in the other party's hand, Demwell's original worry involuntarily dissipated most of it.

Hehe, hairy boy, only knows love and love, and doesn't know that the real important thing in the world is to make money and make more money!

"Old fellow, you're looking for death!"

Seryosha was furious, and in order to find out the other party's road number, he still caught the business card that flew over, and looked at it, it was printed in French and English bilingually, which was very international.

The chairman of the Leeherre consortium, Demville de Carolin, among other names.

The Leeherre consortium and Seryosha have also never heard of it, and where did this come from, and such a mutual hole card is completely meaningless.

France and Russia are inherently incompatible, and the two sides do not like each other.

If it weren't for the fact that there is a bearded man from the Middle East who can shock the audience, the two sides may continue to tear each other again.

"Humph!"

Chairman Demwell, who had just untied the knot, was in a good mood at this time, ignoring the clamor of the Russian little hairy man, and joined Mr. Ram and walked towards the gate of Kunlun Demon Domain Company together.

"Don't come any closer!"

Seven or eight security guards lined up with the guys as if they were facing the enemy, blocking the way of Demville and the others.

"Mr. Ram!"

Demville looked over to the beard.

"Hmm!"

Mr. Ram nodded, and with a wave of his hand, a cloud of white mist quickly expanded into a wall of fog and pushed forward.

A security guard was caught off guard and inhaled a trace and immediately fainted to the ground.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the security captain hurriedly shouted.

"Throw a stink bomb!"

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