Chapter 69 Greetings

North Sea, Fairbay Island.

late at night.

Blood and fire reflected the sky red.

Bang bang bang bang! !

Boom! !

The roar of gunfire rang out violently in the streets as hundreds of marines launched an onslaught around a Mafia family's garrison.

Thick smoke billowed, and the thick barriers at the station were blasted with shocking gaps one after another by the incoming artillery fire, causing rocks to fly.

"Damn Navy!! Where did their weapons come from!?"

A mafia cadre wearing a black suit crawled out from under the collapsed wall, his face covered in blood, his eyes red and roaring.

As the leading mafia force on Fairbay Island, the Snooker family controls more than half of the underground industry within hundreds of nautical miles of the island. Their business scope includes illegal businesses such as brewing, smuggling, gambling and customs.

They control the situation in this sphere of influence, make money every day, have hundreds of members under their command, and have muskets and explosives as weapons. Even some small and medium-sized pirate groups dare not easily provoke the Snooker family.

But everything went haywire in an instant.

The prosperous, beautiful and intoxicating life was completely shattered and disillusioned by the roar of the explosion.

An explosion woke York Snooker up from his chaotic sleep. Countless attacks whizzed past his ears, and he couldn't even tell what the sound was.

The family station, the arsenal, the courtyard, the conference room, the chamber of commerce, the ground, the buildings, the air... everything was trembling.

Under the continuous and indiscriminate bombardment, the cadres of the Snooker family were unable to react at all, and were directly buried in the ruins by fierce firepower.

York Snooker only felt his ears buzzing and then became numb.

He stared blankly at the well-trained Beihai navy, armed with various weapons, methodically surrounding their family's station and crushing everything, and felt extremely frightened.

high temperature flamethrower,

A stun gun that spits out blue lightning;

portable machine gun,

York Snooker even saw a row of marines each carrying a rocket on their shoulders!

Cutting-edge weapons never seen before! !

Boom! !

A portable small missile suddenly exploded overhead, and the dome-shaped building of the church was immediately blown to pieces, leaving a mess.

Amidst the loud noise, a large number of stones fell apart and collapsed.

The huge shadow suddenly flooded down towards York Snooker from top to bottom.

There was a hint of despair in his eyes.

Before he was submerged by the boulder flow, he saw a wretched-looking marine wearing wooden clogs walking out of the crowd with his hands in his pockets, and then...

Lifting up a residential building abruptly! !

...Boom! !

Residential buildings were thrown high and crashed to the ground, completely destroying the Snooker family's residence into a mess, like ruins.

In the billowing black smoke, Jiaji looked at his hands in a daze.

When...when did I become so strong?

He just wanted to try it at first, but he didn't expect that he could actually throw a residential building away with his bare hands!

"Major Jiaji is too strong!!"

"Germa's technological weapons are still far inferior to the power of Major Kaji!!"

"It's so strong!! You are worthy of being the elite of this department!!"

The surrounding Beihai navy stared at Jia Ji with shock on their faces, and they all cheered wildly.

Listening to the cheers of the navy around him, Jiaji suddenly felt excited and couldn't help but put his hands on his hips and burst into laughter:

"Of course!! I'm a genius!!"

He glanced disdainfully at the repeating machine gun held by a marine and said disdainfully:

"The gun...is such a primitive and vulgar way of fighting."

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at the same time.

Another island in the North Sea.

A similar scene is taking place.

A mafia family's secret base, naval forces quickly launched operations.

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"Navy!! Damn Navy!! You are not leaving any way for us to survive!!"

A mafia leader with a mustache cursed angrily.

As he spoke, he held a giant shield made of fine steel in both hands and slammed into the oncoming navy crowd like a bull. The powerful force directly made them fall over.

"Hahahaha!! Have you seen my power?"

The mafia leader laughed.

But his laughter stopped abruptly the next second.

Keng!

He heard a crisp sword cry.

Looking around, he saw a tall black-haired figure slowly walking out of the blazing sea of fire.

The sound of high heels hitting the ground was pleasant, but it conveyed an ultimate coldness.

That's a woman.

There is a beauty mark at the corner of her mouth, her long black hair is tied up in a bun on the back of her head, and her curvy body is wrapped in a pink skirt.

Following her footsteps, the flawless white navy cape behind her seemed to be swaying and dancing in the flames.

She was holding a long knife in one hand.

The blade is long and slender, showing a bright golden color, reflecting the movement of the flames.

This is a very exciting woman.

If it were normal times, the mafia leader would probably try his best to get her into bed and conquer her.

but now,

He didn't have any idea.

A long, thin cut slowly began to spread from his giant metal shield.

The strongest front of the shield, to his arms, to his throat...

Blood lines slowly emerged.

"What a fast knife..."

he hissed.

The shield and the man were split into two and collapsed!

Gion stood in front of him, sheathing his sword with a cold expression.

"In the name of justice, impose the death penalty!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the navy swarmed in behind her.

Cries of death and wails continued to come from all directions. Gion stood there and fell into deep thought for a long time.

"I...have become a lot stronger."

she murmured softly.

She suddenly understood a lot.

The special training over the past ten days has improved her strength by at least 30%!

It's just because her opponent has always been that monster-like guy, always dominated, and always so far away, that she didn't notice the improvement in her strength.

But the contemplation only lasted a few seconds, and Gion quickly clenched his fists again and gritted his silver teeth.

"Not enough...far from it."

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The other side.

An expensive private luxury mansion.

The famous mafia family in the Great Breton Islands of the North Sea...the residence of the leader of the Rockefeller family.

In the luxurious bedroom.

The leader of the Rockefeller family, Germantha, suddenly woke up from his sleep, suddenly pulled out the pistol hidden under the pillow, and fired several shots at a shadow in the room without looking.

Bang bang bang!

Clang clang clang! !

The sound of bullets hitting swords was heard, and sparks flew everywhere, illuminating a serious face wearing a military cap.

Germansa's pupils shrank.

"It's you!"

His mistress shrank back with fear on her face and pulled the quilt tighter around her.

The figure of the flying squirrel stepped out of the darkness.

He held a saber in his hand.

The saber was dripping with blood.

"You broke the rules."

The flying squirrel said expressionlessly:

"So...the Supreme Commander of the North Sea, Rogers Darren, sends you my greetings."