The copy has 0 error tolerance, and the last words on the ground are all wrong for me.

Chapter 232 Cut off the beard!

Frank Square is the most central area of ​​the upper half of Second Street.

Most of the banks, fund companies, stock exchanges and various investment consulting companies in Wealdo City are concentrated here.

Apart from the Anthem Company, most of the money in the city of Wildo is also gathered here.

They have two extremes.

First, all kinds of banks. The valuables in the banks are placed in the vaults built by the Anthem Company. With the vaults, the most valuable things are protected, and there is no need to build an automatic defense system.

Second, various financial investment companies. What is truly valuable about these companies is the funds they manage and the customers they have cultivated over a long period of time. Physical office buildings are not important.

They don't need an independent automatic defense system, they just need to rely on the public defense system of Second Street.

In their eyes, Second Street is the second core of Wildo City, second only to Anthem Company. Who would dare to cause trouble here?

No one dared to do it before, but after seeing Sean attacking Orens Manor, not only was he not punished, nor did he arouse the anger of the rich, but he received huge performance and various praises. It is hard to say whether anyone dares to do it now.

Three field vehicles were parked not far from Second Street. Twenty to thirty silver medal employees, led by two gold medal employees, got out of the field vehicles.

They were divided into two groups. One group dressed as ordinary people, blended into the crowd, and entered Second Street.

Another group of people changed into orange work clothes and placed the huge transport boxes on the field vehicle onto the municipal engineering vehicle that had been prepared in advance.

Second Street is a public place that neither excludes strangers nor has energy walls. It is much easier than sneaking into Orens Manor.

In order to prevent any unexpected changes in the plan, Farrell, who was sitting in the passenger seat of the engineering vehicle, was ready to participate in the operation throughout.

He looked at the brightly lit Second Street in the distance and cursed in his heart these capitalists and tycoons for being spineless.

If they had known that the wealthy area was attacked, they would not have been able to do anything, and how could that idiot Sean have the chance to take over the Orens Manor?

It’s all the fault of the master who brought him into the industry. He insisted on teaching him those useless unspoken rules. The master misled me!
But thinking back, he felt more balanced in his heart because he realized that his master was particularly suitable as material for the original weapon, which enabled him to be promoted to the seventh-level supervisor.

You delayed my future, but also gave me a new one. Now we are master and disciple, so let's just consider it even.

Farrell mentally reconciled himself to his regrets and turned his head to focus on what was in front of him.

His target tonight is the West District of Frank Square. The Cohen Group and the Caven Fund here are among the top investment companies on Second Avenue. The bosses behind the two companies are only slightly inferior to Moretz.

If Moretz hadn't just been screwed by Sean once, if he did it again, it might force the other party into a desperate situation, and Farrell would definitely have wiped out Moretz's company.

The transport boxes were loaded onto the truck, and the men who had entered Second Street in advance sent back information confirming that the journey was clear.

Farrell stuck his hand out of the window, put his five fingers together, and made a cutting gesture in the air.

start to act!
After receiving the instructions, Farrell's employees got into the car and the driver drove towards Second Street.

If you hold your breath and concentrate at this moment, the employees in the car can clearly hear each other's heartbeats.

This operation was more tense than any of their previous ones.

Farrell came from a grassroots background, and most of his direct descendants also came from grassroots backgrounds.

He believed that only those who truly came from the bottom of society, who had experienced poverty and suffering, would climb up recklessly when they saw the light coming from above.

That kind of hunger that comes from deep in the bones is something that children born into middle-class or even wealthy families will never have.

In this way, this group of people at the bottom of the pyramid are actually going to attack the people at the top of the pyramid.

They are full of anticipation for what is about to happen. They are not only expecting high performance, but also something else. Just thinking about it can make them feel goose bumps all over their body.

The municipal engineering vehicle had completed all the formalities, passed the inspection smoothly, and slowly drove into Second Street.

The construction vehicle stopped on the east side of Second Street. Several employees got out of the vehicle, set up a construction cordon, erected a huge baffle, and then pried open the wide sewer opening.

Under the cover of construction barriers, workers sent the transport boxes into the sewer and towed them to their destination using trailers according to the route planned in advance.

Twenty minutes later, they finally reached the designated location, just below the west end of Frank Square.

Just like Wu Chang's previous operation, Farrell passed the certification, unlocked the box, and the indicator light on the corner of the transport box turned red.

They immediately stepped back, returned to the entrance along the same route, and got back on the construction vehicle.

Where they placed the transport box, the cube-shaped box opened up, revealing a huge black mushroom inside that was two meters tall and had a cap diameter of more than four meters.

There were a pair of tightly closed eyes on the cap. As the transport box opened and the mushrooms came into contact with the air, the tightly closed eyes trembled slightly and then slowly opened.

At the base of its thick stipe, there are countless sharp little mouths, which quickly gnaw at the transport box. Every time it eats a part of the transport box, the mushroom becomes a little bigger.

When all the transport boxes were eaten, the tops of the mushroom caps were pressing against the ceiling of the sewer.

"I smell a sense of laxity. You are at an age where you are striving hard, how can you get off work before six in the morning?"

As the stress mushrooms murmured, the ground in the western area of ​​Frank Square, an area with a diameter of about 20 meters, suddenly collapsed by more than ten centimeters.

Employees who were in the collapsed area and were about to leave Second Street after work were pressed to the ground by the sudden pressure. The enormous pressure even broke some people's legs.

After a brief silence, a huge scream was heard in the square, and the people who were still in the square fled in all directions like crazy.

Enormous pressure continued to fall on the same area, and soon the company employees trapped in the area and the ground in the area were completely crushed.

The body of the Pressure Mushroom slowly rose from the huge hole.

Its roots filled its tiny mouth, gobbling up the company employees who were crushed into plasma. The nutrients from their flesh and blood allowed it to grow stronger.

"You live in poverty because you don't work hard enough. If you know how stupid you are, you should burn your life to work!"

The eyes of the Stress Mushroom emitted an astonishing red light. Its gaze was fixed on the two buildings in front of it. It sensed a large amount of flesh and blood in them.

These two buildings belong to Cohen Group and Caven Fund.

The stress mushroom instantly became excited.

The cows and horses that retire early are just tasteless chicken ribs. These nuclear-powered cows and horses that work hard are truly nutritious and worth exploiting.

It narrowed its red eyes and began to gather strength.

At the same time, Farrell, who was sitting on the construction truck in the east area of ​​Frank Square, also had red eyes.

He held the telescope in his right hand, clenched his left fist, held his breath, and dared not breathe or blink.

He wanted to witness the attack on the two buildings and see the success of his performance with his own eyes.

But the next moment, a dazzling light came from the west area of ​​Frank Square, and dozens of spotlights lit up from all directions, shining on the face of the Stress Mushroom.

The stress mushroom's eyes were dazzled by the strong light, and the continued huge pressure was dissipated and could not be released.

It didn't have time to release its charged attack, but the charged attacks of others were not ambiguous at all.

More than a dozen thick beams of light penetrated the disqualified area around the pressure mushroom and pierced through its body.

Farrell didn't need to see the attackers, just the rays that penetrated the stress mushrooms to recognize that these attacks came from Anthem's latest high-energy weapons.

It is obvious that the attack came from the employees of Anthem Company. Since they were able to apply for so many new high-energy weapons, the leader of the other party must be a senior employee.

The good news is that the timely intervention from Anthem Company has recovered the losses of the companies in the West District of Frank Square and will help to complete the subsequent cooperation.

Bad news, these people were not arranged by Farrell.

Farrell was furious. Which bastard was so bold as to cut his beard?
After more than a dozen thick rays of light, the stress mushroom was only severely damaged but not killed.

Being injured, it needed more nutrition and was more eager for the flesh and blood in the two buildings.

It moved towards the two buildings despite the continuous energy attacks. This action instantly turned the cheers around it into screams again.

However, the people who ambushed the Stress Mushroom did not intend from the beginning to rely on these high-energy weapons to get rid of the disqualified monsters.

Just as the stress mushroom was about to rush into the building where the Kaven Foundation was located, the high-energy weapon attacks from all around stopped instantly, and were replaced by more than a dozen powerful flash bombs.

The brilliant light, like a sun appearing out of the ground, not only dazzled the eyes of the onlookers around, but also almost blinded Farrell who was observing from a distance.

Taking advantage of the strong light, Fei Guang and Qian Ye, wearing sunglasses, rushed to the Pressure Mushroom.

The two used their powerful attributes to withstand the pressure-filled disqualification field of the Stress Mushroom, and came to the Stress Mushroom despite being injured.

Qianye inserted his hand into the wound of the pressure mushroom. Qianye, who has the ability to control plants, can be said to be the nemesis of the pressure mushroom. Under Qianye's ability, the plump body of the pressure mushroom quickly withered, and the pressure it could control quickly declined. Not only that, in the wounds blasted by high-energy weapons, colorful small mushrooms continued to grow. These small mushrooms feed on the flesh and blood of the pressure mushrooms and grow rapidly. When they grow to a certain extent, they burst open, split into countless seeds, and take root again.

Parasitize, grow, explode and split, and parasitize again.

Each cycle can cause great trauma to the stress mushroom.

Unlike Chiba who attacked from the inside out, Fei Guang's attack was much more direct. He increased his speed to the fastest and punched the Pressure Mushroom between its eyes.

The light from the flash bomb covered up the light from his attack. The stress mushroom was first attacked by high-energy weapons and then by Chiba, and fell into a weakened state. Nearly one-third of its cap was shattered by this punch.

Under the joint attack of two top players, the Stress Mushroom finally stopped moving.

If they stop the action, they will face further attacks from Qianye and Feiguang, as well as the high-energy weapons that will resume firing.

By the time the impact of the flash bomb dissipated and people's vision gradually recovered, the stress mushroom had turned into a dried mushroom and was lying on the ground dying.

On the top floor of the Caven Fund building, Wu Chang, who was wearing sunglasses, clinked glasses with Cohen and Caven, who were also wearing sunglasses.

Wu Chang said: "You two, as I said, as long as you trust our Shengge Company, we can help you clear all the troubles and ensure that your property will not be damaged."

"Tonight's warning and defense are just advance deployments. If you want to continue to enjoy this sense of security, I suggest you purchase our Anthem Company's latest automatic defense system. They can ensure that your assets will not be harmed by anything for a certain period of time."

"With our company's security guard insurance, you can wait for the highest level of rescue from our Shengong Group while the automatic defense system is in effect. Now that the two products are purchased as a package, I can use the maximum authority I can get to give you a 5% discount."

From the moment he discovered Farrell's actions, Farrell's every move was under his watch.

Youwu lurked around Farrell the entire time, informing Wu Chang and others of his plans and deployments at the same time.

Farrell's actions were concealed and secretive, but Wu Chang's actions were different. His actions were open and aboveboard, and all the procedures were straightforward and simple, so he was able to arrive earlier than others.

In this case, why should Farrell fight him?

Kevin and Cohen looked at each other and laughed at the same time. They clinked glasses with Wu Chang again and said:
"make a deal."

Wu Chang often saw the two people's excitement and couldn't help but frowning. What's wrong with the rich people in Wildo City? Why are they more excited about being attacked than attacking others?

Are they all masochists?
Wu Chang shook his head secretly and said to the two of them, "Since you two have agreed, I will ask them to bring the contract template. We will discuss the specific details later."

As the three were talking, the battle in the square outside was drawing to a close. The Anthem Company employees who had been ambushed in the upper floors of the surrounding buildings were using high-energy weapons to consume the last bit of life from the Stress Mushroom.

However, at this moment, something strange happened. The two beams of light that were originally shot at the pressure mushroom suddenly deflected, and the muzzle tilted and shot towards the municipal engineering vehicle in the east area of ​​Frank Square.

Farrell, who was on the engineering vehicle, had just recovered from the effects of the flash bomb when he saw two thick beams of light coming straight at him.

"No!"

boom!
Under the attack of high-energy weapons, the municipal engineering vehicle exploded into a fireball on the spot.

Wu Chang shrugged and said to the two bosses beside him: "The department staff are not properly trained. I will deduct their wages later."

As he said that, he walked out of Kevin's office, and as soon as he came out, Youwu appeared beside him.

Youwu asked in a low voice: "Farrell escaped, do we need to chase him?"

Wu Chang shook his head and said calmly, "No need. We were just teaching him a lesson. We didn't plan to do anything to him. You guys have time to care about him. Why don't you ask Fei Guang and Qian Ye to come up and sign the contract?"

"You have made great efforts this time. I will double the performance of both contracts."

You Wu was stunned for a moment, then said excitedly: "Thank you, boss!"

Looking at Youwu excitedly going to inform Feiguang and Qianye, Wu Chang curled his lips.

Three top players with hidden job transfers expressed their heartfelt gratitude to a native of the dungeon just for a few small things.

All these changes are just because of the copy branch of the Abyss game.

It can make top players like Superman willingly work as slaves in the copy company. From this point of view, Abyss Game is the biggest sweatshop.

On the east side of Frank Square, a municipal engineering vehicle that was blown away by the explosion fell down. Farrell climbed out of the burning wreckage and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Although the two attacks just now were not aimed directly at others, the aftermath of the attacks still caused him serious injuries.

He cast a fierce look toward the west section of the square.

It was obvious that the guy who intercepted him was targeting him from the beginning.

The other party somehow found out his plan and kept track of his every move.

Moreover, the other party not only wants to cut off his beard, but also wants to take the opportunity to get rid of him.

who is it?

That damn perennial third in command in the Psionic Inspiration Department, or the hermaphrodite in the Unmanned Weapons Department?

There were vultures all around him and he couldn't fall.

He glanced at the burning car behind him, hesitated for a moment, and did not choose to rescue his men.

The person who leaked his secret is most likely hiding inside. The other party has such a precise grasp of him that now he can't trust anyone except himself.

He struggled to stand up, pushing away passers-by who wanted to help him while he waited for the ambulance, and staggered away from Frank Square and Second Street.

As he walked, he took off his work clothes and changed into his previous attire.

Walking out of Second Street, he headed towards where the field vehicle had been parked before.

On the way, he kept looking at the Anthem Company in the distance.

Survive, you must survive, then go back there and continue to climb up!
Keep going up to the top!

A strong will drove Farrell's actions, and he finally saw the parked field vehicle.

As long as he gets in the car, he will be safe.

Just when he relaxed, four strange figures walked out from the shadow of the field vehicle.

A sturdy man, a red neck man with a motorcycle-style turban, an elite man, and a short-haired woman with a delicate appearance like a mannequin.

The four of them looked him up and down as if he were a commodity.

It is obvious that the other party has ill intentions.

Farrell pretended to be calm and said, "What are you guys doing standing in front of my car?"

Booker, wearing a headscarf, smiled brightly, "Nothing, just someone wants you to come over and talk."

Farrell refused: "Who hired you?"

Booker: "Why do you care so much? You will know when you get there."

Farrell snorted, "Do you know who you are attacking? I am Farrell, the eighth-level manager of Anthem Company. If you dare to attack the management of Anthem Company, you are equivalent to the enemy of Anthem Company."

Farrell said, pulling out a card. "I don't care who you are or who you work for. I'll double whatever price you're offered. All you need to do is leave now and say you've never seen me."

Booker nodded and said to his true self, "He said he was Farrell. It seems we caught the right person."

After Booker finished speaking, he ignored Farrell's struggle and knocked him down with a punch.

When Farrell opened his eyes again, he was already in an unfamiliar, dimly lit hut.

There were two people standing in the hut, one was the leader of the four-man group, and the other was standing in the shadows, and his face could not be seen clearly.

The guy in the shadow said, "Manager Farrell, I didn't expect that we would meet again in this way."

As the other person walked out of the shadows, Farrell discovered that he was an acquaintance.

"Raymond, are you crazy? Why did you send someone to deal with me?"

Raymond remained humble and polite, smiling and saying to Farrell:
"I need to reintroduce myself. The person in front of you is Raymond, the tax director of the Federal Internal Revenue Service and the ace agent of the CIA."

Farrell was stunned for a moment. He was about to say something, but his words were blocked by Raymond's next words.

"It's the one you've been looking for, the hunter of Anthem Company executives."

(End of this chapter)