But if she didn't act now, everyone here would be buried with her.
Maybe she used to be soft-hearted, but now? She's no saint.
If you've made up your mind to kill, you'd better be ready to be killed in return!
After Max Mo left with the case, he immediately had several people put on protective suits. Carefully, they opened the case, took out several test tubes, and soaked a batch of metal arrowheads in the poison.
Max Mo quickly gave orders: "Team One, suppress with force, create opportunities for Team Two. Team Two, take over from Team One, indiscriminately cover and protect Team Three. Team Three... your mission is the most critical. Remember, protect yourselves. Is that clear?"
"Understood!" everyone responded in unison.
"Execute!" Max Mo slammed his palm down.
Team One immediately raised their weapons and unleashed a barrage of gunfire, pinning down the enemy and keeping their heads down.
Team Two seized the moment, rushing beside Team One. They split left and right, launching incendiary and flash grenades, buying precious time for Team Three's cover.
Five seconds before Team One and Team Two were exhausted, every member of Team Three stood up. They carried no firearms; instead, they raised their bows and arrows. Three arrows flew at once—whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—countless arrows shot out together.
"Put on your gas masks!" Max Mo ordered. Everyone in the courtyard pulled on their masks and ducked down, heads low to the ground.
Outside, the crowd was still laughing: "Out of ammo in there? Resorting to bows and arrows? What a joke! What era is this? Still using bows? Come on, open the door—let me show you what real warfare looks like. ...Uh...ah..."
Thud, thud, thud.
Hundreds on the front lines suddenly went limp, dropping to their knees and collapsing like heaps of mud.
Samuel Qu saw this from the rear, his face changing instantly: "What's going on? How is this possible!"
"This is bad—it's biochemical poison!" someone next to Samuel Qu realized, shouting, "Gas masks, quick!"
Many snapped to attention, scrambling for gas masks and hurriedly putting them on.
But plenty still didn't react in time, collapsing onto the ground with a thud.
Samuel Qu's face grew even uglier: "How do they have something like this? Who gave it to them? This isn't scientific!"
The man beside Samuel Qu also looked grim, as if recalling something. He said, "I remember now—among those close to the Yin Family, there's a biochemist named Jiro Hirayama. The guy's a lunatic. Years ago, he cultivated a Man-Eater Tree in the South Pacific and extracted massive amounts of neurotoxin from it. Once poisoned, it's basically incurable. That must be it."
Everyone around Samuel Qu gasped in shock!
Samuel Qu finally understood why people ranked Jiro Hirayama's terror level above many mercenary organizations.
It really was terrifying.
Just a few reagents had already cost a hundred lives.
Killing without a trace.
Terrifying doesn't even begin to describe it—he was a devil!
These mercenaries had never flinched in battle, but seeing those people die silently right before their eyes, they lost their nerve.
Who doesn't want to stay alive?
Samuel Qu started to understand why Viper had backed off.
Did he know something ahead of time?
Samuel Qu wanted to find Viper for answers, but Viper had already led his men out of the area.
Of course, even if Samuel Qu asked, Viper probably wouldn't answer.
With Max Mo's powerful counterattack, Samuel Qu's offensive quickly lost momentum.
No one dared to rush to the front line.
Nobody wanted to be the next wave to die from poison.
Furious, Samuel Qu slammed the table and roared, "I don't believe it! With enough money, I can't buy people willing to risk their lives! Bring the cash boxes over!"
A crowd came in from the back, carrying large boxes.
Clack, clack, clack—several boxes were opened, revealing stacks of gleaming gold bars inside.
Gold bars are the universal currency—more useful than any other money.
Clearly, Samuel Qu had a sizable stash.
Money moves hearts.
Sure enough, those who had planned to quit hesitated again at the sight of box after box of gold bars.
Just one job would earn them enough to splurge for ages.
Saying they weren't tempted would be a lie.
This is the kind of business they're in.
No risk, no high reward.
"Break through that gate and it's all yours," Samuel Qu said coldly. "I'll make sure everyone inside pays the price! Your fallen brothers will be avenged!"
"Revenge, revenge!" The crowd, like they'd been injected with adrenaline, raised their weapons and shouted wildly.
Seeing their morale rise, Samuel Qu shouted sharply, "Attack! We must take it before dawn!"
Just like they'd been brainwashed, the crowd raised their weapons again and charged toward the estate.
Watching through the surveillance, Max Mo smiled slightly and said, "Don't think only Cici has secret weapons. I do too."
With those words, Max Mo unfastened the button at his neck, revealing a striking collarbone.
He reached up and pulled out a necklace, his fingers pausing as he removed the pendant.
The pendant opened, revealing a tiny seal in his hand.
The moment Max Mo displayed the seal, four figures appeared out of thin air before him.
They arrived without a sound, not a single noise.
If you hadn't seen them with your own eyes, you'd think they weren't even alive.
"By the authority of the Monroe Family Seal, I command you," Max Mo ordered coldly. "Take care of them."
The four leapt lightly, like cats, and vanished from sight.
No one saw where they went, no one saw their shadows.
Just a few minutes later, more than fifty people who tried to approach the estate gate were left sprawled on the road, their bodies twisted unnaturally.
They couldn't even see who had struck.
The bizarre scene chilled every restless heart to the core.
No one dared take another step forward.
If the earlier poison gas was still within their understanding...
What was happening now had surpassed their comprehension of power.
Many of them even began to kneel and pray, clutching and kissing their crosses, begging for God's protection.
Samuel Qu's cup clattered to the floor; he didn't even make a sound.
He felt like he'd gone blind.
What had he just witnessed?