In the air-raid shelter, outside a warehouse, a group of uninvited guests came back here.

But unlike usual, no one came out to greet them this time.

A burly, green-faced, fang-toothed gourd plant spirit walked in front, carrying a sledgehammer on his shoulder.

Beside him were two nut plant spirits with rat-like faces and sharp machetes in their hands.

A group of ferocious-looking plant spirit thugs armed with various weapons followed closely behind. Among them, two plant spirits were particularly conspicuous.

One of them wore a black hat and black clothes, and his ice-blue eyes were as sharp as a venomous snake.

Judging from the calluses on his fingers, he is a good gunfighter.

The other man was hunched over, with only one cloudy brown eye on his wrinkled face.

In his hand was a tactical lantern that emitted a dim light.

When they arrived at the door of the warehouse, a thug stepped forward and knocked gently on the door with his fingers.

A dull knocking sound was heard, but no one in the warehouse responded.

"what's the situation?"

The pumpkin plant spirit made a puzzled sound and then asked the thug who was knocking on the door.

"Boss, no one opened the door."

The thug answered as he reached out and tried to push the door open.

It would have been fine if I hadn't pushed it, but I was scared when I pushed it.

The thug didn't even have to use any strength, the warehouse door was pushed open by him.

The heavy chain on the door, which looked intimidating, suddenly fell to the ground.

The leading gourd plant spirit suddenly widened his eyes and yelled, "Go in! Go in!"

The thugs rushed in and all entered the warehouse, leaving only the pumpkin plant spirit and the two unique plant spirits.

"This place has been attacked."

The street lamp flower spirit gently shook the lantern in its hand and spoke in a hoarse and low voice.

"Oh, isn't that obvious?"

The Ice Pea Shooter Zhi Ling sneered and pushed down the brim of his hat.

Not long after, a thug walked out of the warehouse quickly, came to the side of the melon plant spirit, and whispered something to him.

"Damn, what a bunch of rubbish! All the goods we got were lost."

Before the thug could finish his words, the melon plant spirit waved his hand and drove him aside, cursing uncontrollably.

"Quidru, let's go in and take a look too."

The Ice Peashooter plant spirit who called himself Black Ice whistled and greeted the pumpkin plant spirit named Quidru.

"Let's go. I must know who took our goods."

There was a gleam of ruthlessness in Quaidru's eyes, and he walked straight into the warehouse.

"Hey, old man, follow me."

Heibing patted the lamp plant spirit, whom he called Old Man, and followed Quedlu into the warehouse.

"Boss, I checked and found that none of the minions guarding this place are left."

Another thug appeared in front of Quidlu, speaking with a very respectful attitude.

"Who was in charge here before?"

Quidlu looked around and couldn't help but wave his big hand like a palm leaf fan across his nose, looking extremely disgusted.

"It's Shar."

"What about the others?"

"At this."

The corpse of a weed plant spirit was dragged in front of Quidlu by two thugs. He was unable to close his eyes until his death. He died with his eyes open.

Black Ice, who was beside Quaidlu, stepped forward quickly, turned the body over, and saw the bullet hole in the head at a glance.

He observed it carefully for a moment before muttering, "Interesting."

Quaidru was a little puzzled: "What's interesting?"

"Look at the bullet hole. Close range. M-16. One shot kill."

Hei Bing stood up, kicked the corpse on the ground hard, and spat on the dead man's face with disgust.

"M-16? Regular Army? Damn! They are more likely to cause trouble than help."

The flesh on Quaidlu's face twisted together, and he swung the sledgehammer dozens of times in a row, smashing the corpse into a pool of meat paste.

"Old Yantou, tell me who the hell did this!"

Putting the sledgehammer in his hand on the ground, Quidlu turned his head and gave an order to Old Yantou.

"Understood, boss."

Old Yantou nodded slightly, then closed his only remaining eye and began to perform the mysterious academic ritual.

After a moment, Old Yantou opened his eyes, took out paper and pen, and wrote down all the results of his divination on the paper.

"Plant Spirit Warriors from the War Courtyard? There are at least three plant spirit elites participating?"

Quaidlu's face turned increasingly grim, and even Heibing showed a surprised expression.

"At least a war yard starting from the second level... What on earth are those owners thinking? Wouldn't it be better for them to just be their real lords? Why do they have to ruin our good things?"

"Don't worry, Quidru, maybe it's just a coincidence. Besides, we are the Redemption Heaven Road. If they are not fools, they should know the consequences of provoking us."

The persuasion from Heibing eased Quidru's expression a little, but he was still very angry.

"By the way, have you heard? The organization has recently acquired some 'valuable goods' and they want to send them to us for transit."

"Expensive stuff? Where did you get it? What grade?"

"One is from Metropolis, and the other is from Zombie City. As for the level... the organization's internal confidentiality level is too high, so I don't know either."

Listening to the news shared by Black Ice, Quadru couldn't help but swallow.

There is valuable cargo to be sent to War Zone No. 59 for transit, which is great news.

If a deal is reached, as the cadres in charge of War Zone 59 of Redemption Sky Road, they will also be able to share a lot of benefits.

"Does the big boss know about this?"

"Of course, he must have received the notification of going online earlier than us..."

Before Heibing could finish his words, he and Quedlu received a message on their portable terminals at the same time.

"It's a message from the big boss, summoning all cadres to gather back to the department to prepare for the next big business."

"Then go back... Wait, where is Hamuza?"

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Hamuza, mentioned by Quaidlu, is also one of the cadres in charge of War Zone 59 of the Redemption Road.

At this moment, he was also in the air-raid shelter gathering area, but not with Quidlu and others.

As a gambler who owed a huge gambling debt and joined the Road to Redemption just to get more world points, Hamuza would go to the magnificent underground casino for entertainment every time he arrived at the air-raid shelter gathering place.

Either you lose everything or you win a fortune, this is exactly what scum like Hamuza is like.

Today, Hamuza thought he was extremely lucky and prepared to play a few games in the casino.

But for some reason, he still couldn't win a single game against the gorgeously dressed potato plant spirit.

Roll the dice, play poker, slot machines, vodka wheel...

The casino changed its tricks all the time, and Hamuza could only see the other party's chips piling up higher and higher.

"I accept the defeat, Mr. Hamuza, do you want to continue?"

Yingyu smiled and slammed the dice cup he had been playing with on the table.

The pair of gray eyes stared at Hamuza's increasingly paler face with a teasing look.

"Continue..."

Hamuza squeezed out these words from between his teeth and picked up his dice cup.

"That's great. Then I will accompany you till the end."

Yingyu still had a smile on his face. He opened the dice cup, revealing three dice with six points facing up.

"Give it all, throw away your rationality, this is the greatest game, everything belongs to me, and you will be left with nothing."

Three dice with one point facing upwards, the outcome of the bet is decided.

Under Hamuza's dead look, Yingyu picked up his last chip and threw it into his own pile of chips.

"I'm willing to admit defeat. It's time for you to tell me what I want to know!"

"Damn it, you...you cheated!"

Hamuza didn't seem to intend to fulfill the bet, which made Yingyu narrow his eyes slightly.

"Cheating? According to what you said, you don't plan to fulfill the bet?"

Hamuza gritted his teeth and gave a look behind him, and several thugs who seemed to have bad intentions surrounded Ying Yu.

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"I gave you a chance."

Yingyu took out a handkerchief and wiped his blood-stained hands in an elegant manner.

At his feet lay several half-dead thugs.

Hamuza huddled in a corner, trembling with fear on his face.

"Tell me, where do you keep all that stuff?"

"It's... deep in the abandoned city, in a... a certain park..."

After a while, Yingyu got the information he wanted and nodded with satisfaction.

Then he aimed the gun at Hamuza's head and pulled the trigger.

"Excuse me, Mr. Traveling Log, please spread this address."

There were slight ripples in the space, and then it returned to calm again.