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Chapter 831 We must resist!!!

But the man with glasses gave a different opinion on what he said:
“It’s not that I don’t dare to think about it.

The authority of the Scale of Equivalence and the Bronze Gate itself gives us the power of equality.
It’s just that most of us don’t have the ability to make a ‘transaction’.”

He fell into some kind of contemplation.
"Even if we can share research data, we can't get too involved, otherwise these crazy researchers might kill us as well.
Moreover,

We are a zero-sum game, only trading, never a win-win situation! ”

That’s right, the two people having the conversation were not scholars who completely stood on Lawrence Ruier’s side.

The [Banquet] that was about to be held in Manila had actually been involved by more than three or even more forces.

And this moment.

In a very luxurious club somewhere in Indonesia, deep inside a luxurious private room with a bodyguard wearing black sunglasses at the door,

Luxury and oppression coexist, creating a unique atmosphere.

The soft and dim light sprinkled down from the exquisite chandelier on the ceiling, covering the entire space with a layer of golden veil, but under such lighting, everything seemed even more mysterious.

There are several colorful oil paintings depicting tropical scenes and ancient myths hanging on the walls, but they are incompatible with the tense atmosphere in the room, as if two completely different worlds are converging here.

Right on the sofa in the center, a fat man occupied the most conspicuous position. His body almost filled the custom-made sofa, and the leather surface of the sofa was slightly concave due to his weight.

The fat man held an extinguished cigar between his fingers, and the air was still filled with a faint smell of tobacco and the unique aroma of cigars.

But at this moment,
The cigar was more of a symbol, a sign of power than a tool for enjoyment.

The scar on the back of the woman's hand next to him, left by the cigarette butt, was clearly visible, red, swollen and with black marks.

But even so, she still maintained her elegant sitting posture with a professional smile on her face, even though that smile concealed pain and fear that could not be concealed.

Kneeling in front of the man was a row of gang members.

Their postures are different.
But all of them reveal tension and fear.

Some lowered their heads and clenched their fists, while others trembled slightly with despair in their eyes.

Their faces may have scars or the vicissitudes of time.

But at this moment, these features were obscured by fear, leaving only pale and distorted faces.

On the other side of her box was a huge floor-to-ceiling window.

The curtains are half drawn,

Through the gap, one can vaguely see the bustling Indonesian scene outside, which forms a sharp contrast with the depressing atmosphere in the box.

At this moment, the fat and ferocious man slowly spoke:

"Have you found the remaining three reporters from the Thousand Faces? I've given you a whole week, and yet there are still three people left to be found!

Yeoman,

Come, come here first."

He named a person.

And along with the name he called,

A man with tattoos on his upper body who looked like a gangster stood up shakily:
"Boss"

He wanted to say something.

But the next second, accompanied by a stream of blood that instantly appeared, countless drops of blood splashed onto the faces of countless gangster brothers who were kneeling on the ground.

In an instant,

The head with moving lips fell to the ground with a heavy sound.

“Do you understand?
If you haven't found those hiding Hui reporters within two days.

If one is missing, I will choose one from among you, like him.”

now,

All is quiet,
All that was left was fear in the eyes of countless people.

"Go away, what are you still standing there for?"

"Good, good, good."

Several gangsters who might be considered extremely threatening by other poor people were preparing to quickly leave this place that frightened them from the bottom of their hearts.

But the next second, just as they turned around, a loud gunshot suddenly rang out.

Then,

The fat man's cold voice also sounded:

"I told you to get out of here!"

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Ten minutes later, away from the luxurious villa complex filled with gunmen.

The middle-level gangsters in charge of various places finally had a chance to breathe.
They exchanged information:

"If we can't find those Hui reporters, we will definitely die!"

"Just like how Hazzam replaced our predecessor and put us in power, let's think of a way to find those bastards!"

"Yes,
Although I am not sure who these three people are, we are sure we can fish one of them out.”

"Who are you talking about?"

“Remember when one of our [factories] was destroyed?

Even one of the children was rescued, and the matter was reported to the Night Watch and International Highlights.

fortunately,

We promptly "shut up forever" those messengers of justice.

Otherwise, once the matter is traced back, even if the boss is fine, we will definitely be the ones to take the blame.”

"So, you're ready?"

“Fishing him out!
At the very least, the 'Messenger of Justice' who obtained the emblem must be turned into a corpse!
Contact Les Ondon and send a message undercurrent, we're going to make a fresh batch of 'raw materials tonight.'"

at the same time,

As various forces extended their tentacles in the shadows.

Su Wen also actually arrived at the territory belonging to Indonesia.

As the roar of the helicopter propellers gradually weakened, the huge pure black fuselage slowly landed on a temporary helipad in a remote corner of Bali.

Not far from the landing pad is the camp. This camp is a temporary safe haven for the rebels, hidden in the dense tropical rainforest and isolated from the world.

As the dust was lifted up by the airflow of the propeller, it slowly fell down again.

Su Wen felt his feet touching solid ground again.

instantly,

The unique tropical atmosphere of Southeast Asia hits you in the face.

The humid air, lush vegetation and the occasional bird song in the distance create a vivid tropical picture.

However, for the group of people who had just landed, they had no time to appreciate this gift from nature.

Because Su Wen saw a group of pale, thin and ragged people walking out from all corners of the camp, led by a white-haired old man and behind him.

People's eyes were filled with fatigue and longing, as if they were waiting for a ray of light to come in the endless darkness.

When these people saw Su Wen,

There was a flash of surprise in their eyes, followed by deep awe, and they all knelt down on the ground at the same time.

He just kept repeating one word:

“Balaian.”

This word means "apostle of the true God" in the languages of Southeast Asia.

The middle-aged strong man Pedro Joao actually said this word once.

But now he couldn't help but explain to Su Wen:
"I'm sorry, Mr. Kevin.

I just talked about how we met and how you single-handedly broke into the Black Wave camp and rescued countless captives.

They have been waiting here.”

As for his explanation, Su Wen knew very well that this group of poor people might need someone to rely on at this moment.

The world's influence is beginning to resonate!
The flame of Prometheus began to stir.

But Su Wen calmly slowed down the pace. After the leader of the camp greeted him, he asked a very profound question:

"What exactly do you, the rebel organization, exist to resist?"

When I heard this question,
The white-haired old man gave the answer in his painful recollection:

"We are a group of people with nothing. What else can others take from us except ourselves?

After all, all we have left is this body, the only beating heart.
That's right,

They treat us as [commodity].

As [slaughter products] for [human experiments]. "

After hearing this extremely painful answer, Su Wen slowly clenched his fists, and his voice became extremely low:
"Les, Ondon."

(End of this chapter)