Chapter 612 Doyle's Plans

Chapter 612 Doyle's Plans

The news spread during this period was incredible.

What an assassination attempts on the Vardos President?

How come? Who did it? Were they working alone? Any help from the outside?

Is the president still alive, dead or barely hanging by the thread now?

Wipe! The world turned dangerous in a twinkle of an eye before many could prepare. Some were frightened, others were sad, and some were happy from the noise they got.

Those sad were of course several scarred around Vardos, most especially those within the no-man's-land they called District 47.

Crash!!!~

An ear shattering sound echoed from within a luxury apartment, cashing many around to squirm like fishes out of water.

"Hah!" The young 29 year old had just slammed the burner phone in his phone into bits after touched the ground.

"Fools! Idiots! Morons!"

"I paid those 4 highly skilled sons of b**chest to get the job done, and now, they have the guys to tell me they were a second or minute late because some amateur chose to take the shit instead."

Aiii-

The King wished he could shoot them all himself.

Know that thanks to them, a simple job has now turned into a f***king nightmare!

Do you think it will be easy to eradicate Ghant as it was today? Huh, do you?

"Assholes!"The King cursed, before taking out his personal phone and calling several others scattered around District 47.

Why? Because now that they've moved the first piece on the board, it was now time for their enemy to retaliate and make his move.

But while this goes on how dare they lie in wait without fortifying and strengthening their defenses?

The King kicked his lips viciously when staring at the map of his territory.

It's true what they say.

Once you've tasted power you never want to give it up or anything that belongs to you. So at this moment, they must give it their all to fight the upcoming war against President Doyle and his Red House Forces.

"Bullseye, Froyo, Red Arrow, Bampo... you 12 get in here as fast as you can. I f**king, don't care where you are right now. But I want to see you here in no more than 2 hours... you got that?"

[Loud and clear, Boss!]

[Be there in an hour, Boss!]

[Copy that, Boss!]

...

Several people were scattered around the vast lands, some torturing others in well-known sites, while others were busy with the everyday running of the place, like collecting 'taxes' and protection fees from the residents.

Some stopped their ecstasy half-way through, rolling off the women below them without haste. Teh-

It seems heads will roll soon enough.

Several people sucked in the cigarette sticks in their hands, throwing the last bits before stepping into their vehicles and heading off the place they call the Capital.

There, their King now awaited them all.

Slapping the exterior of his vehicle with his hand, one of them yelled to his entourage, "All right boys, Roll out!"n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

With that, he rolled up his bullet proof windows and unwound a paper of white substance. Well, the journey to the Capital was long, at least an hour and 20 minutes from where he was. So why not have a little fun along the way?

(Sniff, sniff-)

Their craziness was quickly spreading like a virus, affecting even the neighboring

countries so much that a ban was put in place at the airports and borders, preventing Vardos citizens from leaving the hellhole they created for themselves.

The borders, now ravaged with subtle wars, were slowly turning to a medieval battlefield

with generals defending their turfs.

Dammit!

"Are these Vardos bastards crazy or something? Who starts a war with no bloody good

cause at all?"

"Exactly! Can you believe that the bastard in Cell 49 said he rallied up his boys to storm

our border town because he thinks it's unfair that we make the best cheeseburger which

is too far from his home on the other side of the border?"

F***!

What a nightmare!

The many police officers and military personnel were scratching their heads with unbelieving expressions plastered on their faces.

Nothing was making sense at all. It was just nonsense!

Now they all felt that these people might have one or 2 screws loose in their heads.

Within the sect, Wiggins' figure immediately vanished from the eyes of the onlookers,

and was now replaced with the image of countless streaks of light slashing in all

directions.

Up, down, left, right...

The sharp blue-hues flashed at various positions. And with every slags, there seemed to

be a thick spiralling smoke of mist that forced itslef through the bear's openings,

widening it's injuries more and more.

Bam!

The giant Kruver Bear that was well over 3 storeys tall, now fell into countless pieces of

meat all around them.

Wow!

Who doesn't know that the Kruver Bear's skin is so tough that even some top disciples

struggle to cut down?

Amazing!

The disciples had starry eyes that twinkled in awe after seeing the unique Skill called

Cloudy Breath take down the tough Giant bear.

Wiggins was just about to give guidance to his newly accepted disciples, when suddenly,

he spotted his Son Julius, fast approaching him.

It appeared, there was an urgent message for him in the outside world.

"Father, it's urgent... It's a message from President Ghant."