"Liam Cloud, I really underestimated you."
"Heh, now you realize it? Isn't it a bit too late?"
Liam Cloud raised the pistol, pressing it against the Elder's forehead, "You're old, time to be laid to rest."
"Hahaha." The Elder suddenly let out a sinister laugh.
"No matter, since if I die, you'll all be buried with me, because I've planted explosives at over a dozen locations here."
Liam Cloud's sharp eyes narrowed fiercely, "You old bastard, what nonsense are you spouting?"
"Don't believe me? Twelve o'clock position, five meters away, go dig."
Liam Cloud frowned, glanced back at Wesley Ruiz, who immediately understood and nodded. Following the instruction, a few minutes later, Wesley returned, looking grave and extremely cautious, holding a bomb that was counting down.
"Big Boss..."
Liam Cloud glanced at it, a three-minute countdown!
Waylon Lewis's expression also turned serious instantly.
At that moment, everyone's hearts were in their throats.
