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Chapter 68 A life-and-death struggle (End)
"Hurry! Hurry, hurry, hurry! (Xi Da language)"

"Don't take the things! Hurry! Let's go!"

"That's too late!"

12:15 noon.

Roman Lanzhou, Saklamentou City.

A helipad on the roof of a skyscraper.

The current patriarch of the Moken family and the current Secretary-General of the Federal General Council, Moken Alvin Callum, leaned on a cane and looked extremely serious, urging his family to board the plane: "Where is Molanka? Where is she?"

"Mr. Moken, Molanka is still in the bathroom."

"Drag that bitch out here! Throw her into the helicopter!"

"Yes."

On the huge rooftop helipad, two helicopters started their engines and the propellers began to spin rapidly.

The huge noise made the already chaotic scene even more noisy.

"Old man! What are you doing?" A blonde girl about fourteen or fifteen years old was carried out. She struggled and angrily scolded Mo Ken: "I haven't even finished shaving my legs!"

"Throw it up, throw it up." Lao Moken waved his hands impatiently.

The blonde girl screamed "Ah" and was thrown into the helicopter cabin.

"Is everyone up there?"

"Yes, Mr. Morken. You are the only one missing."

"it is good."

Throwing away his crutches, Old Moken nimbly jumped onto one of the helicopters, put on his headset, and yelled, "Go! Quick!"

"OK."

The driver in the front seat made an "OK" gesture, immediately adjusted the throttle to normal speed, and slowly pulled the collective pitch lever.

“Thump, thump, thump, thump—”

The helicopter gradually climbed.

"Dad, what happened?" Little Mo Ken, who was sitting next to him, frowned.

"That old bastard Joseph Lanqian is dead." Old Moken said briefly: "I just got the news."

"How did he die?!" Little Mo Ken was shocked.

"What do you think?"

"...That man escaped from the nuclear bomb again?" Little Mo Ken's face suddenly turned ugly: "He's here for revenge?"

“……” Old Mo Ken pursed his lips and did not answer.

His thoughts were in a mess.

"But where can we run to? It must be Lee Ward! It must be that bitch! He told everything!"

"...Anyway, let's stay out of the spotlight for now."

"Father, maybe this isn't that bad." Little Moken clenched his earphones and shouted over the roar of the propellers, "What does he want? Money or a position? We can give it to him! We can give him anything!"

"He just wants my life!" Old Mo Ken gritted his teeth.

"Okay." Little Mo Ken nodded: "Here."

Old Moken: “???”

"Yesterday, the majority of the congressmen and group representatives in the video conference agreed to eliminate Xiao Yu. It's impossible for Xiao Yu to kill so many people, right?" Little Mo Ken explained: "At most, he would arrest a few typical people to vent his anger. Otherwise, the whole federation would be in chaos, and how could he take over?"

"…So what do you want to say?"

"Father, he just wants to be the 'Pope' and make the entire federation his own. We just have to agree to it. Then you can go and apologize, at least our Moken family can..."

"Shut up! You male dog! Someone throw him out here."

"Father! Calm down! Is there any other way now? You are the only one to blame. It was you who pushed Lee Ward to the top of the party."

Little Mo Ken spoke quickly: "What was the result? When that loser heard that Xiao Yu was coming to find him, he got scared to death. If he hadn't insisted on launching the missile immediately, we could have taken our time! So you didn't do anything wrong?"

"Shut up!!" Old Moken was furious.

"I won't shut up. I've been wanting to say it for a long time."

Little Mo Ken also got angry: "Most of our family's businesses are real estate and the tertiary industry. How much influence will it have on us if there is a superman like Xiao Yu? Yes, I admit that such a superman must be a dictator. But in the final analysis, it is because you are greedy for power and unwilling to give up your status and become an ordinary businessman, which has dragged the whole family into the abyss."

“You…you…” Old Mo Ken’s face turned red and his hands trembled.

"Oh, by the way, Ning also covets Lee Huade's farts. Ning thought he had hidden it well, but in fact, even the aunt who sweeps the toilet on the sixth floor of the Federal Building knows about it. He became the head of the Federation by selling farts. I'm really curious about how good it must be for him."

“You… huh…”

Old Moken rolled his eyes and fainted on the helicopter seat.

"Father?" Little Mo Ken was stunned, then burst into tears: "Father! What's wrong with you?!"

Everyone in the helicopter: "..."

After crying for about five seconds, little Moken immediately stood up, glanced at the whole place, and said coldly: "My father is dead. Now I am the temporary patriarch of the Moken family. I order the plane to return. If that superman comes here to seek revenge, I will explain to him."

"Uh...Mr. Mo Ken is not dead yet." The butler timidly checked old Mo Ken's breath.

"boom!"

Little Moken shot at the speed of light: "Now."

"……died."

"Father!!!" Little Mo Ken cried again for five seconds, then waved calmly: "Return." Everyone in the helicopter: "..."

"Dude, you're awesome. (Todai language)"

"Who?" Little Mo Ken was shocked, looked around, and changed his tone to "Who?"

In the front row, Xiao Yu, who was in the driver's seat, took off his headset and turned around: "Although you guys are talking too fast, I can't understand everything you said. But you are definitely a talent."

"Xiao...Xiao Yu." Little Mo Ken's pupils suddenly shrank.

"Your name is Moken Griffith, right?" Xiao Yu picked up the dead driver at his feet and threw him to the back seat. Then he licked his fingers and opened the notebook: "Senior official of the Western District Government. Son of old man Moken."

"...Master Xiao Yu, I was just about to have a good chat with you. What kind of help do you want? My Moken family..."

"Find a chance to have a good talk with your father."

Xiao Yu interrupted the other party and punched him hard, blowing off the helicopter's canopy.

Then, amid everyone's incredulous gazes, he climbed to the top of the plane, stretched out his arm, and grabbed the rotating propeller with a "snap".

Sparks flew everywhere instantly.

"Let's go."

He exerted some force.

"Click——"

The metal propeller broke on the spot!

The machine began to tilt and fall towards the wasteland below...

……

“Everything in the Western District is done.”

Fifteen minutes later.

It's half past twelve noon.

The military camp was filled with smoke and fire, with only the ruins of broken walls left.

Xiao Yu stood in front of a huge missile truck launcher and flipped through the notebook in his hand again: "Next... is the Mohamed Zall family in the North District. They monopolize the mining industry in the North District and the global gambling industry. It's awesome."

“……” Next to him was an officer with a dusty face and a numb expression.

"Well. Don't move the front of the car. You just aim and fire in this direction later, understand?" After putting away the notebook, Xiao Yu turned his head and pointed to the north, instructing the officer.

officer:"……"

Xiao Yu: "Speak."

"Ming...understood."

Standing in the ruined military camp, the officers were devastated.

Today is a really weird day.

Not to mention the sky turning purple.

A person.

With a pair of fists.

They actually managed to cripple an armored division with three reinforced brigades through "hand-to-hand combat"...

"Am I dreaming..."

His body went limp and he collapsed to the ground.

Another five minutes passed.

While waiting for the many soldiers on the front of the truck, Xiao Yu "muddled" and replaced the warhead of the missile, then he jumped five meters!
He rode directly on the long-range missile and gave the order with his head down: "Alright. Ignite."

"..."

"I asked you to light the fire."

"...The bombing point location...requires authorization from the Federation Army..."

"I told you there's no need to locate it." Xiao Yu pointed to the north: "Just ahead, ignite!"

"..."

Taking out the wireless transmitter from his arms, the officer released the safety with his trembling right hand in front of the dull gazes of all the soldiers.

Lift the cover.

The red button was pressed.

"Clap."

"..."

“Whoosh whoosh whoosh—boom!!!”

The giant truck shook violently and flames broke out!

The fifty-ton ballistic missile, 15 meters long and 2.5 meters in diameter, instantly turned into a giant crossbow!
Rushing fiercely towards the northern sky...

"Oh hoo!"

Xiao Yu hugged the body tightly, facing the fierce wind: "Cool..."

……

(End of this chapter)