Such a stance made the ‘Trader’ satisfied.
"Smart choice!”
The ‘Trader’ said, and then, he looked inside and said: “Won’t you invite us in to sit?”
"If I were you, I’d take my people and leave right now.”
Jason said as he stepped aside.
The basent of 19 Ter Street was imdiately revealed the obstructing curtain had long been pulled down by Jason.
Instantly, everything, including those monitors, ca into the ‘Trader’s line of sight.
At once, the ‘Trader’s pupils contracted.
"Co with !”
Without any extra words, the ‘Trader’ said.
Jason cooperated fully, following behind the ‘Trader’, being ‘guarded’ by two of the five gunn, walked out with a calm expression.
Walking at the forefront, the ‘Trader’ dressed in a ‘postman’ outfit occasionally looked back at Jason.
His gaze swept over Jason’s mask and the short-handled Broad Blade Cleaver at his waist before he casually asked, “Why did you warn earlier?”
"Because, a few hours ago, I was also a ‘postman’.
Jason answered truthfully.
The ‘Trader’ was taken aback.
Then, he seed to realize sothing.
"You’re not the one who was initially stationed inside 19 Ter Street?”
The ‘Trader’ asked rapidly, his expression shifting unpredictably.
"Of course not!”
Jason replied.
"Bullshit!”
The ‘Trader’ cursed, turning around with a punch that hit Jason’s abdon.
Jason cried out and fell to the ground, letting the ‘Trader’ stamp heavily on him twice.
Jason did not resist.
Nor would he.
Not because he didn’t dare.
But because the stage in front of him was clearly not his.
When the ‘Trader’ and his people appeared, he had already sensed that the three ‘allies’ had also moved, and at this mont, they had already advanced near 19 Ter Street, carefully clearing the hidden sentries accompanying the ‘Trader’.
At the sa ti, a particularly subtle aura was also approaching the three ‘allies’.
No!
To be precise, it was the ‘ally’ himself.
What’s the background of the opposite side?
The answer goes without saying.
It was the people behind the ‘Trader’.
At this ti, both sides had already engaged in a real confrontation.
A ga called ‘the mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind’.
As a participant.
Jason tried his best to minimize his presence.
Because,
He wanted to be the ‘Hunter’.
And now, he wasn’t the only ‘Hunter’.
There was also the ‘Big Man’!
"Hilude!”
At this mont, the ‘Trader’, noticing sothing amiss, shouted loudly.
Unfortunately, there was no response.
"All co out!”
The ‘Trader’ shouted again.
This ti, there was movent.
Five figures erged from the shadows.
However, seeing these five people, the faces of the ‘Trader’ and his six companions drastically changed.
They knew there should be fifteen people lurking in the dark.
Now, there were only five left.
What about the other ten?
Without saying much, the five gunn clustered around the ‘Trader’ and the five who had just co out of hiding raised their guns vigilantly towards the surroundings.
But, it was useless.
Bang, bang!
After two gunshots.
Two of the gunn who had just stepped out fell into a pool of blood.
The remaining eight, upon hearing the gunshots, fired a barrage in the direction of the sound.
Bang bang bang!
Da da da!
Fire serpents spewed forth, and that area was riddled with bullets, instantly shattered.
And a shadow opened fire again from the side.
Bang bang bang!
Three gunshots in a row.
Among the eight, the three holding submachine guns fell and couldn’t get up.
A simple diversion tactic.
The remaining ten-man team was halved again.
It’s not that these gunn were too weak.
But the incoming enemies were too strong.
Just as in the next mont—
Whoosh, whoosh!
Threads of extrely fine spider silk shot out from the shadows, sticking to various parts of the remaining five gunn’s bodies before they could react, then dragging them into the darkness before they could respond.
"Ah!”
"What is this?”
"Bastard!”
Bang bang bang!
In the continuous cursing, gunshots rang out.
But soon, the gunshots abruptly ceased.
Leaving only—
The sound of chewing, crunch, crunch.
The ‘Trader’s face turned pale, and the hand holding the gun trembled continuously. Unconsciously, this ‘Trader’ moved closer to Jason.
It seed as if this familiar person could give him a bit of security.
"Too weak! Too weak!”
Amid the ‘Warners’ voice, he and a third person erged.
The third person was tall and muscular, holding a long sword in his left hand, a pistol in his right, with two submachine guns slung over his back, and a row of grenades hanging from his exposed belt, his face solemn and his eyes filled with malice.
The ‘Warners’ and the third person walked directly towards the ‘Trader’ and Jason.
Jason promptly raised his hands.
The ‘Trader’, after a mont’s hesitation, also raised his hands and even threw his gun far away.
This scene made the ‘Warners’ and the third person burst into laughter.
Therefore, they didn’t even notice the two thin threads of spider silk sticking onto them.
Until…
The pull beca evident.
"Ah! Boss, don’t!”
"Boss, spare !”
The two pleaded, but it was useless; the third person’s eyes flashed fiercely, throwing out the left-hand sword, firing the pistol right-hand repeatedly, and with the now free left hand, picked up one grenade after another, tossed them away.
Boom boom boom!
Grenades exploded.
But the spider silk was unaffected.
After pulling the two into the shadows, the sound of chewing resud.
The ‘Trader’ watched this scene and couldn’t help but swallow repeatedly.
Especially when a figure faintly appeared in the darkness, this ‘Trader’ was so scared that he kept shouting.
"Spare !
I know where the ‘Freedom Army’ base is!”
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