Sentinel

Chapter 249 In the Name of Destruction

Mulholland Street in Latvinia is home to Lame John.

Anyone who knows him knows that he once trained and served in the Thunder Special Forces in Poland, and was later retired and returned to his hometown after a leg was blown off in a terrorist attack.

But none of the thugs and gangsters on the street dared to offend or make fun of John's lame leg, except that the other party was working for the warlord leader Lazio, and because he crushed the head of a gang leader on Mulholland Street with his bare hands .

At the Mole Bar at the opposite corner of the block, Lame John held the opponent's bald head with both palms, and squeezed the eyeballs with his thumbs. The hard skull was pinched and cracked. The scene of blood and violence was extremely Deterrence, until today, is still regarded by many people as a talking point after dinner.

John sat leisurely in the boss chair, counting the piles of cash and banknotes piled up on the table like a hill, his face was full of joy, he was no longer the gang leader who fought and killed at the forefront.

On the surface, this fierce-looking cripple is the owner of a Latvinian automobile transportation company. In fact, he is secretly engaged in illegal smuggling and profiteering business. He has thousands of people under his command. , the main livelihood is still by transporting drugs and contraband for gangs.

In addition to John, there is also a Russian named Lewandov, who is in charge of a military factory and is also a confidant of Lazio, and the head of the big warlord is said to be an armed force supported by the old nobles. A series of intricate interests The chains that make up the dark world of Latvinia.

"Jingle Bell--"

The harsh sound of the phone rang in the luxurious office, and the lame John, who was sorting out the bills and banknotes, frowned and picked up the receiver impatiently.

"Boss, Krystal's neck was broken today." A panicked voice came from the other end of the phone.

"When will people not die in Latvinia? Next time you bother me about this kind of thing, don't even want your neck!" The irritable gang leader snapped.

"... Boss, no, not only Criscito, but also Marchisio, Gilardino, Vidic... more than 30 corpses were hung on the tree stakes!"

The voice on the other side seemed to be extremely frightened, and he said tremblingly: "I brought more than 50 brothers, and a shotgun... That guy is a monster! He grabbed a car and went to Lewandorf's military factory..."

Lame John's heart skipped a beat when he heard the other party's incoherent answer. It has been a long time since no one dared to provoke them. In a small backward country like Latvinia, Lazio has a private armed force with excellent equipment and good combat capabilities. , can be regarded as a party of princes, with the financial support of the old aristocrats behind them, and they have a lot of money among the leaders of the major parties.

Except for the big figures at the top of the country, a big warlord like him can be said to turn his hands into clouds and turn his hands into rain. Even the military has to give a little face, and ordinary people dare to offend easily.

Lame John stood up, revealing his lean and strong muscles. He stretched his black leather jacket tightly, but his right leg was equipped with a prosthetic, and he limped a little when he walked, like a lame man.

He wanted to call Lazio at the first moment, but he could think about it later, even if the guy who came out out of nowhere killed dozens of gangsters and taxi drivers by himself, but he didn't care about Lewandov's men. Armed elite fighters may not be able to please.

And if that arrogant and rude guy of Lewandorf can suffer a little bit, it seems to be pretty good. Lame John has long coveted the business of the military factory for a long time, but he is only deterred by the cruel and cruel Russians. The means of doing things suppressed the eager ambition, but did not show it.

"Fuck the Russians!" John spat, and continued to sit back and sort out the bills. Except for the regular army in this country, he couldn't think of anyone who could shake a small military factory.

Such thoughts continued until seven o'clock in the evening. The gang leader was breaking open the giant claw of an Alaska lobster, peeling off the red shell, and chewing the white and crystal-clear tender meat inside.

The phone ringing in the room kept screaming, and Lame John's eyes were full of hostility. He wiped the oil on his hands, picked up the microphone and said viciously: "How many times have I told my mother not to eat Disturb me when it's time!"

"John."

The majestic voice came into the ears through the microphone, which shocked the angry gang leader. Like a basin of cold water poured down, he swallowed back a string of curse words that had already reached his throat.

"Mr. Lazio... I didn't know it was you, those damned guys always come to bother me... Sorry, Mr. Lazio, I never meant to show you the slightest disrespect..."

"Shut up!" the warlord chief stopped the idiot from nagging like a woman, "Lewandov is dead."

"Lewandorf is dead?" The news was like a thunderbolt, which knocked Lame John into a stunned place. He repeated subconsciously, and a chill spread up his spine.

"Some bastard in a dark green cloak, he raided the military factory in Levandorf and took away a box of plutonium rings, nearly six kilograms, and the fuck I'm going to sell to the Chechen militants! I can switch to more advanced weapons and tons of money!"

Lazio, who has always shown a calm look, yelled while holding the microphone, with bruised veins on his face, and his fierce eyes looked like a hungry wolf, ready to bite people at any time.

"I don't care what method you use, even if you block the whole of Latvinia, you have to find that bastard! I have already greeted the Prime Minister and His Excellency Gavin, and the police station will launch a 24-hour alert—so John! Be sure to catch that bastard and bring back my things!"

Hearing the hoarse roar of the warlord leader, Lame John immediately nodded repeatedly. After hanging up the phone, he dialed dozens of numbers one after another, including the chief of police, senior officials of the city hall, the leader of his casino, and the transportation company. It seems that at this moment, the whole city began to boil and hustle and bustle, just like a machine plugged in and suddenly started, the small parts attached to it rotated, bursting out terrifying energy.

On the evening news of the TV station, an arrest warrant of the highest level was immediately broadcast, claiming that a terrorist wearing a dark green cloak had hijacked extremely dangerous items. The police, who have always been criticized and ridiculed by the Latvinians, showed amazing execution at this moment. The sound of the siren cut through the night sky, passed through the streets, and echoed throughout the city.

And in the underground world where dragons and snakes are mixed and three religions and nine streams are entrenched, a reward list with a reward of up to one million has also begun to spread. A man wearing a cloak is vaguely drawn on it. The huge bounty has made countless gangsters and thugs eager to move. , They started searching like mad dogs, hoping to seize this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Located in an abandoned tin house in the suburbs, as the instigator of this huge disturbance, Victor Doom is admiring the ring-shaped metal in the box, like a rough piece of iron, weighing 5.3 kilograms, with a diameter of about 11 centimeters, quietly Displayed in case.

"Dum, why didn't you follow the plan?" A cold voice came into my ears.

That is the consciousness of Skynet, the Eye of Horus overlooking the planet, and no one can escape its surveillance.

"It's too slow." Doom replied hoarsely. "Cooperate with the warlords, and then gradually enter the upper class of Latvinia, gain the support and trust of the prime minister or the old nobles...it will take too much time."

Doctor Doom, who has a brand-new personality, lifted his hood, the steel mask reflected the cold light, his voice was full of coldness of metal, fierce and indifferent.

"This country is rotten, from top to bottom. As the master said, I came back here to bring destruction and new life—I should first send down the thunder of destruction."

Doom closed the black case of weapons-grade plutonium, his empty eyes flicked to the blazing lightning, and he would be the uncrowned king of Latvinia, in the name of destruction.

(End of this chapter)