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Even though they are a motley crowd of bandits who are unorganized and undisciplined, you should at least put on an act. Your actions are too much for our big boss to handle, even if you die, you will be angered and come back to your senses. Wasn't this normal procedure supposed to cry and seek revenge for their boss?

Surprised as he was, Liu Wei An didn't stop the gun in his hand. This was the best chance to beat up a drowning dog. The sniper rifle shook repeatedly and the head of the running sand thief exploded in the distance.

There were still more than a thousand people left. If not for the fact that they had lost their will to fight, it would not have been easy for Liu Wei An's group to defeat them. However, Luo Ziwen's death had instantly reversed the situation on the battlefield.

Alec, the tanks and the elephants tried their best to get rid of the bandits, but there was a huge difference in numbers. Eventually, the pirates managed to break out of the encirclement, and about 400 of them managed to escape. After losing their leader, these people were basically nothing to worry about.

Liu Wei An gave the order to stop the pursuit and sweep the battlefield. The bodies were scattered all over the ground. Some of them were bleeding, and the smell of blood filled the air.

The others were picking up the firearms and ammunition on the ground. If these items were placed in the regular army, no one would think much of them. However, in the slave district, even a bullet shell was a treasure. The elephant limped up to Liu Wei'an and bared its teeth. Liu Wei An tilted his head to take a look. There were a few holes on his thigh, and blood was flowing out of them.

"What's going on?"

"He's been shot." The elephant said with a sullen look on its face. Previously, it was running crazily and didn't feel anything, but now that it stopped, it immediately felt an intense pain.

"That's right!"

The elephant grimaced, not daring to speak. He removed the two metal plates from his chest and threw them on the ground. Suddenly, two holes appeared on the ground which had an astonishing weight.

"Young Master."

The iron wall of the bunker was raised and a group of people rushed out. They came before Liu Wei An and knelt down respectfully. Slave areas were strict, and these people didn't dare to pass even half a point. All of them were wounded, and their clothes were dyed red with blood. However, they had joyous expressions on their faces.

"What about the others?" Liu Wei An asked. There were fifty people on the sentry post, and there were less than twenty of them.

"Six injured brothers are healing. Everyone else is dead." In the slave district, death was the most common occurrence. Today was someone else. Perhaps tomorrow, it would be his turn. They were already used to it.

Liu Wei An frowned imperceptibly. This kind of mentality wasn't very good. However, he also knew that it would be difficult to change his mindset in this short period of time. After a few seconds of silence, he asked, "Why did the sand pirates suddenly attack the sentries?"

According to normal people, the benefits of attacking Times Square were much higher than that of attacking a sentry post. Although the sentry post had stored some food, its defense was strong. According to the price ratio, attacking a sentry post was not worth it.

"There seems to be something the pirates need inside the sentry post." The leading member said with uncertainty.

"What do you mean?" Liu Wei An stared at this person.

"Before the sandbandit launched his attack, we caught a sandbandit at the sentry post. He was sneaky and seemed to be looking for something. Unfortunately, when we were trying to capture him, he fiercely resisted and was killed." The leader of the group did not dare to look directly at Liu Wei An, his eyes downcast.

"Reporting to the Young Master, the tank said that he caught a few survivors. The Sand Bandits' chief, Luo Ziwen, is still alive." A warrior rushed forward.

"Each of you will do your own thing." Liu Wei An instructed and then said to the elephant, "Come with me to take a look." The two of them were very fast, in a moment they arrived in front of Luo Ziwen, who was surrounded by a few soldiers.

As expected of one of the fierce people from the Slave District, Luo Ziwen, with his formidable strength, had clearly aimed at his heart, but he actually managed to avoid half of his shoulder being smashed in the time of a thousand gold, making him look very miserable. However, Liu Wei An was able to tell that he had consumed a precious' Healing Liquid ', which was a product of scientific and technological progress, a kind of sacred medicine for treating external injuries; although the effects of it were exaggerated, as long as it wasn't a fatal injury like his heart or brain, it could basically save his life.

However, this sort of 'healing liquid' was not easy to obtain even in the city, and was worth a lot. In this remote slave district, Luo Ziwen was merely the leader of a sand bandit. How could he have such a good thing? Liu Wei An was puzzled and didn't say anything. When he looked at Luo Ziwen, Luo Ziwen was also looking at him.

After all, he was severely injured. Even though he had consumed the 'Healing Liquid', he still didn't dare to move. He just lay on the ground. This made Luo Ziwen, who was used to looking down on others, extremely uncomfortable.

"Tell me what you know and I'll give you a quick death." Liu Wei An spoke very straightforwardly.

"With your experience, you should know that there's someone behind me. I'm advising you, release me. I can pretend that this never happened." After a few seconds of silence, Luo Ziwen spoke up. It was unknown if it was because of the excessive blood flow, but his voice was rather weak.

"Let you go?" Liu Wei An sneered, "Have so many of my brothers died for nothing?"

"Brother? How much are these people worth? " Luo Ziwen disdainfully said, "It's not worth a penny."

"You are nothing in my eyes." Liu Wei An's gaze was cold.

"Don't think I'm afraid of you." Luo Ziwen's eyes flashed with anger, "I just don't want to die for no reason."

"I'll give you five seconds to tell me what I want to know." Qin Zhan took the pistol from a soldier beside him, turned on the safety and pointed it at Luo Ziwen.

"You have to think this through." Luo Ziwen threatened: "If you anger the people behind me, just a finger of yours would be enough to make all of you vanish."

"Three seconds left." Liu Wei An said lightly.

"I am definitely not joking. I admit that I have underestimated you — —" Luo Ziwen's expression was stiff as he suppressed his anger.

"One second." Liu Wei An remained unmoved.

"The person behind me is the army —"

Bang!

A pool of blood blossomed between Luo Ziwen's eyebrows. Luo Ziwen's body trembled, and his slightly raised neck heavily smashed into the ground. The shock on his face slowly froze, and his eyes widened. He died with grievance.

"Time's up." Liu Wei'an blew on the white smoke coming from the muzzle of the gun, then returned the pistol to the soldier. The recoil of the pistol was too light to be felt, and he was not used to it. After saying that, he went inside the bunker.

"Interrogate the surviving bandits and see if they can obtain any useful information."

The warehouse was divided into two parts, one for storing food, the other for storing firearms and ammunition. The guns and ammunition in Times Square were mainly informed about the massacre that took place a few months ago, and a small part of it came from the tanks. This was what he had done before, but after the several slave district riots, the rules for the slave areas had become even stricter outside, making it even harder for guns to be revealed. However, it was Liu Wei An who had managed to get a few rounds of ammunition in through his connections. Otherwise, it would have been difficult for him to obtain a thousand-man squad in Times Square.

The bunker was not big and it was finished in a few minutes. After taking a few members out of the room, he walked out of the bunker.

A bandit of two thousand people attacking a fortress of fifty people, saying that there was no reason, that even a three year old child would not believe it. But the so-called reason, it was just resources, these were the rules of the slave district, so everything had to be cleared for resources, all kinds of grudges and grudges, these were all bullshit, only food, medicine, ammunition were the most important, everything else could be ignored.

That is to say, their firearms, ammunition, medicine and food were not the most pressing issue. If that was the case, then the stocks in the bunker could not possibly be their target, but if not this, then what was it? Just as Liu Wei An was about to break his head, Tank arrived with a piece of news.

Inside the living room, there was one of Luo Ziwen's trusted aides. He had revealed a very important piece of information.

In the vicinity of the bunker, there was a bomb, a very large bomb.

"Bombs?" Liu Wei An was shocked by the news.

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