The third floor erupted in cheers.
Laughter and cries merged into one!
Ye Zixiao was stunned.
Tang Keke gritted her teeth.
Leng Shao and Shan Ge were desperately restraining their emotions. They wished they could open fire and kill Shan Mao immediately, and blast those sub-human rich men. But they dared not act rashly!
Thousands of laborers were surrounded by Shan Mao's soldiers.
From the shadows, an unknown number of snipers were aiming at the labor force. If Ye Zixiao made a move, and Shan Mao gave the order, a massacre would be inevitable!
And at this moment.
There were very few people still standing on the basketball court!
After a hundred people fought, even without weapons, many had already died. The survivors were still desperately attacking. They were not evil people; they were simply fighting for survival!
This kind of death match.
Was frequently held recently.
Whether they were chosen players or laborers who had narrowly escaped death, they were already accustomed to the so-called rules: fouls meant death, shouting randomly meant death, and rushing onto the court without permission meant death.
For the players to survive, there was only one way: to kill all the players from the opposing team to barely scrape by. Often, only a few survived.
As for the laborers watching, most were numb. Some closed their eyes, some clenched their teeth. They dared not speak or move, for a single misstep could lead to a headshot.
Therefore.
Despite the brutal death matches,
The reaction from the watching laborers was minimal.
On the third floor, as the match was nearing its end, the rich men were getting impatient. Someone suggested organizing another match, this time with new twists, providing knives to the players, which might be more interesting.
At once.
Many rich men agreed.
"Ladies and gentlemen, ladies and gentlemen."
Mr. Shi, a wealthy magnate, raised his hand and smiled, saying, "I believe these small-scale performances are not worth watching. Since the project is completed, these useless people are no longer needed. Why not have a grander spectacle?"
As he spoke, Mr. Shi looked at Shan Mao.
"Hahaha, no problem."
Shan Mao nodded with a perverted smile.
"Mr. Shi, you mean?"
"Oh, I get it, I get it!"
"A grand spectacle, I want to see a grand spectacle."
The rich men, understanding the implication, cheered again. Some downed their drinks, some jumped and contorted wildly, and some began to abuse the women they had snatched.
Shan Mao beckoned.
A military officer rushed over.
Shan Mao said calmly, "Pass down the order: bring out the machine gunners. When I give the command, open fire in unison. As long as anyone is still alive, the gunfire must not stop."
"Understood!"
The officer received the order and turned to leave.
Soon, a large number of machine gunners rushed into the square. They quickly replaced the soldiers who had previously surrounded the area. The machine gunners lay down neatly, checking their weapons and adjusting their ammunition belts.
The mechanical sounds.
Startled the laborers.
Many laborers secretly turned their heads, and upon seeing the machine gunners surrounding them, they immediately panicked. Considering that the project was completed, many laborers instantly understood what was happening.
"What are you doing, what are you doing?"
"Damn it, they're going to kill us all."
"I don't want to die!"
"Let's fight, let's fight them..."
In the face of death, many roared.
Bang!
Bang, bang, bang...
With a series of gunshots, the snipers hidden in the shadows accurately targeted the instigators. As long as you dared to raise your hand, as long as you dared to leave your position, you would be shot by a sniper.
After bursts of bloody mist.
The thousands of laborers fell silent.
Those who stood out would surely die.
If they didn't, was there any possibility of survival?
At this point, many laborers still hoped that these machine gunners were just trying to scare them. They did not believe that Shan Mao, from the same country, could kill them all.
But the people on the third floor did not think so.
The rich men's eyes were full of anticipation...
Only four people could no longer stand by.
"Keke, you go apprehend Mr. Shi, and I'll go for Shan Mao. We can't kill them for now; we need to use them as leverage to prevent the soldiers from firing. Do you understand?"
Ye Zixiao whispered his instructions.
"Understood!"
Tang Keke looked at Mr. Shi.
"What about us?"
"Are we going to deal with those rich men?"
Leng Shao and Shan Ge were going crazy with anxiety.
"You two listen, after Keke and I control the situation, you two jump down. While the enemy soldiers dare not act rashly, incite a labor revolt and lead them to escape."
Ye Zixiao gritted his teeth as he instructed.
"Where do we run?"
"We don't know the way!"
"The laborers will definitely know the way."
Ye Zixiao finished and looked at Shan Mao.
At this moment, as if sensing danger, Shan Mao suddenly turned his head and looked at Ye Zixiao. Their eyes met, and Shan Mao opened his mouth, but Ye Zixiao had already dropped to the ground.
Ye Zixiao was like a cheetah.
With all fours on the ground, he suddenly sprang forward.
In the blink of an eye, Ye Zixiao had arrived.
He threw a punch, knocking Shan Mao to the ground. He bent down, lifted Shan Mao up, pinned him by the neck with his left arm, and pressed the tip of his Asura blade against Shan Mao's temple.
All these movements were smooth and fluid.
The blade was against his temple.
Shan Mao, being held, was still bewildered.
"Ye, Ye Zixiao?"
Shan Mao instinctively asked.
"It's your daddy!"
Ye Zixiao suddenly brought his blade down, slashing at Shan Mao's shoulder. With a crunch, Shan Mao's right shoulder and arm fell to the ground separately.
A stream of black blood spurted out.
At the same time, sparks flew.
Shan Mao, without a shoulder, didn't even cry out. He looked down at his arm, which was sputtering on the ground, and muttered, "Damn it, how did you get in here?"
Shan Mao was inhuman.
Or rather, he was no longer human.
He, Wild Dog, and the mutated humans that Ye Zixiao had killed were the first batch of test subjects in this base. They had volunteered, hoping to gain monstrous combat power.
Unfortunately.
The technology was not yet advanced enough.
Shan Mao was not yet invincible.
After escaping last time, Shan Mao underwent further modifications, making himself stronger to kill Ye Zixiao. But he never expected Ye Zixiao to find this place!
"Ahhh, ahhh!"
"Damn it, what's going on?"
"Protect me, hurry and protect me."
Finally, the rich men screamed. These insane beasts enjoyed watching the laborers fight, but seeing their own people being assassinated, many were so scared their legs went weak.
Mr. Shi was even more flustered.
He shouted at his bodyguards.
Unfortunately, before his bodyguards could arrive, Tang Keke did. After rushing forward, Tang Keke plunged a knife into Mr. Shi's abdomen, but professionally avoided the heart!
"Waaah, pfft—"
Mr. Shi screamed and spat out a mouthful of blood.
Tang Keke, like Ye Zixiao, pinned Mr. Shi by the neck with her left arm and held her knife against his temple with her right hand. She said coldly, "Mr. Shi, do you remember me?"
"Damn it, who are you?"
Mr. Shi, bleeding from the stomach, turned to look.
Tang Keke raised her hand, took off her hat and mask.
Mr. Shi was stunned!
"Miss Shi, we've met before."
Yes.
The wealthy magnate Tang Keke had met Mr. Shi. Not only had they met, but they had also dined together and were close to finalizing a partnership. Although two years had passed, he wouldn't forget her.
"Miss, Miss Tang?"
Mr. Shi asked with great shock.
"It's your mother!"
Tang Keke suddenly swung her blade.
Mr. Shi's right ear flew off.
And so, amidst the screams of the rich men, the two leaders who were guilty of many crimes were captured alive by Ye Zixiao and Tang Keke. Capturing them was the only way to save more laborers.