The Presidential Palace of Cuiguo, 30 kilometers away from the Jade Mansion, is heavily guarded compared to the past.

A large number of special police officers, soldiers, and armored vehicles with live ammunition guarded a radius of five kilometers without leaking.

In the sky, armed helicopters patrolled back and forth under the rain.

On the ground, military Hummers with machine guns were neatly placed at the gate of the Presidential Palace, monitoring all suspicious personnel.

The personnel and vehicles that accidentally broke into the security zone were forcibly detained. The reason for this mobilization is to protect Somchai in the presidential palace.

The soldiers guarding the entrances and exits and the commanding heights stared at the oval office of the presidential palace from time to time, waiting for instructions issued inside.

In the spacious and luxurious hall, dozens of chairs were scattered on both sides, and more than a dozen uniformed men and women sat on them, each exuding hostility and murderous intent.

They weren't easy to provoke characters, but at this time they all had a touch of instinctive fear.

Behind these people stood a dozen soldiers with live ammunition, similarly murderous, and five injured companions kneeling at their feet.

Bloodstained with fear in his eyes, he was the surviving officer in the Jade Mansion.

It's just that their morale and pride have been trampled on by Ye Tianlong, and they are no longer vigorous, more sorrowful.

"The Fortune Casino was burned, the Peace Casino was bombed, Zhuotai died, Wathorn was drowned, and even Babu was killed."

"In less than forty-eight hours, Lao Tzu's accumulated wealth has gone for 40%, and Lao Tzu's most important generals have been killed and wounded."

"Zuotai and their bodies are soft, but you don't even know who the other party is."

He stared suddenly: "What is the difference between raising you and raising a bunch of trash?"

Somchai was about sixty years old, with a hideous appearance and a pair of huge eyes. When he stared at someone, he became blood-red invisibly, making people shiver at the first glance.

The momentum of the whole person is similar to that of the Drifting Monk who has not yet gone ashore in Journey to the West. In fact, everyone here has an instinctive fear of him.

Therefore, the Wehrmacht was more afraid of him than respected, and even lowered his head when he heard him angry at the moment.

"A bunch of trash!"

Soongues saw no one answer. He slapped the table and made a loud bang. There were a few cracks on the marble table:

"Fifty thousand hands, guns and guns, cannons and cannons, and they were so overwhelmed by a group of outsiders. What use are you living?"

Song Guai looked at a dozen men and women who hated iron and steel, and wished to shoot a few out: "Did they fly away with wings?"

"President, we have searched the whole city, but the place is too big, plus it is raining, we haven't locked them for the time being."

A woman with Guozilian hesitated to respond: "Give the National Defense Forces a little more time, I believe they can be dug out."

Another man with a beard also echoed: "Yes, yes, we have blocked the entry and exit, they can't run."

Somchai's eyes stared again, blood-red and blood-red, scary people roared:

"A little time? One day, three days, or a week?"

"They are not necessarily in Cui Country, but 100% in Cui Country, and they may be hiding under your nose."

Songchai clenched his fist tightly: "It's not that they are too capable, but that you are too incompetent. There are tens of thousands of people who can't even find a few foreigners."

"You post me a notice. If the supreme dragon does not voluntarily surrender, we will kill the Chinese businessmen in the prison."

The woman with the national character face was taken aback for a moment: "President, there is no intelligence to show that the Supreme Dragon was sent by a Chinese businessman. Will we kill the Chinese businessman..."

"I don't care if they are related."

Somchai is very arrogant: "They are all Chinese, this is the original sin."

"On the first day, ten people were killed, the second day, twenty people were killed, and on the third day, thirty people... He would never show up if he has the ability."

Somchai sneered: "Based on what I know about the Chinese people, even if the Supreme Dragon does not show up, those Chinese merchants will force him to show up."

The women with the national character face, they nodded together: "Understand."

"When you post the notice, you will increase your search effort. It will take forty-eight hours to dig him out for me."

Somchai kicked open the seat and pulled out the gun from his waist with his backhand: "I'm still going to take his head to Bab for sacrifice."

Although there is no full evidence to prove that Ye Tianlong killed Babu, Somchai didn't mind tying these incidents together.

In this way, you can make it clear to the people that you are not a murderer, and you can also gain goodwill from all parties through the sacrifice.

A dozen men and women moved their mouths, then nodded in unison: "Yes, Mr. President."

"You guys are also rubbish."

At this moment, Somchai ignored these subordinates, and brought the gun to the wounded man, looking at the latter's trembling body, and snorted coldly:

"Your duty is to be optimistic about Babu, but it turned out to be good. The Jade Mansion was bombed, and Babu was killed."

"Do you know that Babu was killed, and the entire Cui country people would think I did it."

"The most important point is that there are at least 18 jade mines in Babu's hand that he has not confessed. Now that he is dead, I have lost more than 100 billion yuan."

Somchai was very distressed: "That's a waste of money..."

"Mr. President, sorry, sorry."

An officer felt a touch of danger, and backhanded himself a few big slaps: "We are dereliction of duty, not optimistic about Bab..."

"It's just that no one thought that the attacker was not saving, but killing."

They still don't understand that the intruder ventured in, not to save Babu, but to kill him with a single shot.

"boom!"

Song Guai didn't respond, but the trigger was pulled and a bullet went headshot.

Later, Somchai kicked the corpse over, with a touch of coldness on his face: "I hate others for finding reasons for failure."

He turned his gun, pointed at the others and shouted: "I only want results, as long as results, do you understand?"

"Boom boom!"

While shouting, he squeezed the trigger again, heading all the other injured people: "If you didn't guard your post, it would be waste."

Several officers were stained with blood, and fell to the ground, with despair clearly visible on their faces.

The audience was silent, with fear in his eyes, even the atmosphere did not dare to pant.

Somchai has always been cruel and ruthless.

He threw the gun on the table and sternly shouted to more than a dozen of his men: "Get out! Forty-eight hours, if no one was found, you will also end up here."

When the voice fell, a dozen people left in an instant, walking as fast as they could, lest they would be headshot.

After these people left the office, Somchai sat down on the sofa, took out a cigar, poured a glass of red wine, and then pressed a button.

As the button fell, the doors and windows of the entire office closed, making it a little darker. Then, the large screen directly opposite lit up, revealing an extra figure.

A man wearing a mask.