Beyond everyone's expectations.
As the real talker of Dassok, the billionaire Sorico did not live in luxury villas, nor did he immigrate to foreign remote control commands. Instead, he lived in an old residential building in an old community.
This is a dormitory built for workers during the Stalin period. Buildings of the same shape are scattered throughout the block, making it look exactly the same no matter where you go, like a huge maze.
Had it not been for the phone monitoring to confirm the location, it would be hard to imagine that the leader of the greedy Dasok would be so low-key that he abused himself.
Several featureless gray dilapidated vans seem to be scattered randomly on the streets before and after the dormitory building.
Suddenly, all the doors opened at the same time.
A group of vigorous figures jumped out of the car under the cover of the night, and moved quickly to one of the featureless dormitory buildings in a standard battle formation.
After a slight cracking sound, the front and rear doors were broken open, and the team sneaked into the building silently like ghosts.
The army, which had been silently standing by outside the block, also began to move at the same time.
Military vehicles rushed in and stopped at various intersections. A large number of heavily armed soldiers jumped down, pulled up roadblocks, set up positions, and prepared for battle.
After a brief silence, there was a sudden scream in the dormitory building, and the sound of gunfire and explosion sounded in a ball, the window flashed with leaping fire, and the screams rang out one after another.
More teams rushed into the building.
At first, wounded soldiers were carried out.
Their injuries were very strange, some were burned, some were shot through by a sharp blade, some were shot, some were torn apart by wild beasts, and the injuries were extremely serious. Not much time.
At this time, it was only five minutes after the army infiltrated and the conflict broke out, and only invaded the third floor. The intensity of the battle exceeded everyone's imagination.
The defensive wizards are vicious and vicious, and the offensive soldiers are invincible. They are always inexplicable hits. Once they are hit, most of them will die.
This made the frontline soldiers tremble every step of the way, and they would subconsciously shoot violently at the slightest disturbance. This caused several tragedies of self-inflicted attacks.
The commander immediately adjusted his strategy, withdrew all the lightly advancing assault teams, and changed them to a steady advance, room by room clearance and scramble, and at the same time once again invited the wizards of the Alexei sect to participate in the battle.
Alexei, who had put on his airs, finally dispatched his wizards.
This group of wizards mainly practice totem blessing witchcraft. They belong to auxiliary wizards. They do not go forward to fight. They only follow the team and bless the soldiers with defensive and invigorating witchcraft, and follow the team’s attack. Go forward and nail the totem poles like wooden stakes, one for more than ten meters.
With the blessing of totem witchcraft, the defense capabilities of the advancing troops were greatly increased, and the attack speed was greatly accelerated, and it was quickly pushed to the top fifth floor.
The remaining wizards concentrated on the stairs to make the final resistance, and finally all died in battle.
The attacking troops who also paid huge casualties shouted at Ulla and rushed into the fifth floor.
The entire fifth floor was opened into a hall, all windows were blocked, only a low-wattage electric light was in the middle of the ceiling, emitting a dim light.
The hall is empty, without any furnishings, and the ceiling, walls and floor are covered with dense and complex patterns. It looks like the most complicated labyrinth, and it makes people feel dizzy at first glance.
There is a large chair made of iron in the center of the hall.
Sitting on the chair was a fat man. He was so fat that he looked wider than vertically, and his body was piled up with fat, which looked like a mountain of meat.
Her long hair was draped over her shoulders, messy and dirty, her thick beard knotted together, and half of her face was buried, only a pair of bloodshot eyes were exposed.
Holding a large wine bottle in his hand, he saw the soldiers rushing in shouting, and he took a big mouthful of the bottle.
The whole room was filled with a strong smell of wine.
No matter from which point of view, this is a standard drunk and tramp, and he can't connect with the powerful wizard who built the behemoth Dassock in one hand.
The cheers of the soldiers gradually diminished, and they squeezed at the door for a while, feeling a little bewildered.
The bloody battle rushed up, is it just such a drunkard who is going to capture? Is it such a fat pig-like drunkard that those wizards desperately protected
In the scene before him, the excitement of the soldiers fighting hard was extinguished as if being poured with cold water on their heads.
The officer leading the team squeezed to the front and confirmed in a deep voice, "Are you Sorico? Chairman of the Dassock Group?"
The fat wine man glanced at the officer, his eyes were blank, he let out two vague dry laughs, raised the wine bottle and started pouring wine into his mouth again.
The officer hesitated.
Although the intelligence shows that Sorico is here, in fact Sorico does not have any public photos or video materials. Such a soul figure of Dassock has not been in any public since the day Dassock was founded. After appearing, no one has seen his true face except for a few core members of Dassok.
Judging from the fierce resistance of the wizards before, this must be an important figure of Dassok, but to say that he is Sorico... This is really unbelievable.
After a short period of hesitation, the officer decided to capture this as planned. As for whether it was Sorico, he naturally had to figure out a way to distinguish it.
"In the name of Russia, Soriko, you were arrested for treason, murder, and embezzlement of state property! Put down... the bottle, stand up, raise your hands, lie on the ground, and give up meaningless resistance!"
The officer shouted righteously.
The fat drunkard laughed twice, ignoring the officer completely, raising the bottle and drinking.
"Grab him!" the officer ordered.
The soldiers began to enter cautiously and approached the drunk fat man. The previous battle taught them to be cautious. Although the fat man in front of them seemed not threatening, they still raised their vigilance to the highest level.
Faced with wizards, one never knows what other means they will have until they are completely killed.
At the beginning, everything was normal.
But as they got deeper, the soldiers entering the room began to shrink quickly, but they didn't notice anything, even if the people behind were yelling, they kept moving forward.
In the end, they all indented into the complex maze-like pattern on the ground, like a part of the picture, moving forward along the track of the pattern drawing, looking like a group of trapped ants.
The totem spells blessed on them have no effect!
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