Chapter 338 You Must Seek for Death


    The head of body guards had been monitoring the situation outside all the time.


    Seeing that the gangsters were keeping thebat formation while taking out two rocketunchers,


    the head of body guards eximed, "Oh my god! They are taking out the rocketunchers. I suggest


    we take our heads in our hands, walk out and surrender!"


    Threatened by the heavy weapons, the body guards were in total despair, thinking that human beings


    were no match for those heavy weapons.


    Hands on his head, Kroopf tried his best to huddle up. Only by doing this could he feel safe.


    "Fuck. I don’t want to surrender. They will kill anyone who gets out. You guys have to protect me!"


    Kroopf said in a sobbing tone.


    Olivier and the others saw the rocketunchers and became even more frightened. Many started to cry.


    "Fuck! Why have Ie to this frigging dinner party? I shouldn’t havee."


    "I shouldn’t have watched them bullying Mylo just now. Now that he is angry, we may all be his


    sacrifices."


    "Who wille to our rescue? If we kowtow to Mylo and beg him for mercy, will he let us off?"


    Watching the terrified celebrities, the gangsters had nothing but scorn in their eyes. In their opinions,


    these celebrities were not different from hogs.


    Mylo yed with the gun in his hand and stared at the inner chamber with resentment. "Brother


    Johnson, are rocketunchers necessary? Killing them directly is no fun."


    "Don’t worry. We are just bluffing them. Don’t you think it’s more fun?" A wicked smile spread across


    Johnson’s face.


    Maximilian nced at the situation outside. He saw the gangsters were loading the rocketunchers


    and knew that there was little time left for hesitation. If they really fired the rocketunchers, Maximilian


    wasn’t able to turn the tide either.


    "Wait for me to pick you up." Maximilian broke free from Victoria’s hands and strode to the door of the


    inner chamber.


    "Please, pleasee back." Victoria cried out.


    Dumbfounded, the body guards watched Maximilian walking out. They couldn’t figure out where


    Maximilian got that courage. Shouldn’t he be waving the white g and walking out with his hands up in


    the sky?


    Kroopf peeped out from behind his fingers. He looked at Maximilian’s back and muttered, "How


    reckless is this guy? Will they misunderstand me? My God, please save Kroopf, your faithful believer!"


    Maximilian pushed open the door and stared at Johnson and Mylo with a smile,pletely ignoring the


    guns pointed at him.


    "I’m out. You’re all pointing guns at me. Is it because you are afraid of me?" Maximilian said tly.


    "Bullshit! No one is afraid of a trash like you. Now that I’ve brought so many people with me to get back


    at you, are you afraid? Ah!" Mylo saidcently.


    "Afraid? Not at all. Instead, I find it somewhat stimting." Maximilian walked up to Mylo as he spoke.


    Squinting his eyes, Johnson looked Maximilian up and down. Except for his boldness, Johnson saw


    nothing else on Maximilian.


    However, Johnson was still wary of Maximilian secretly. He tightened his grip on the gun so that he was


    able to raise it and fire at any time.


    Seeing Maximilian approaching him, Mylo was boiling with rage. He lifted the gun and pointed it at


    Maximilian. "Don’t you have guts? You’ve actually walked out alone. Come on. Kneel down in front of


    me and let me give you a good lesson."


    When Maximilian was five-meter away from Mylo, Johnson ordered coldly, "Stop. Just stand there."


    To Johnson, five meters was the safety distance. Even if Maximilian wanted to fight back before death,


    it would take him two to three seconds to cross over the distance, and two to three seconds was long


    enough for Johnson to shot Maximilian.


    The gangsters beside Johnson shifted their guns towards Maximilian, while Robbie and the others, who


    were behind Johnson, were still pointing their guns at Maximilian.


    "Kneel down! Do you hear me?" Pointing his gun at Maximilian, Mylo yelled.


    "Kneel? It’s impossible. If you kneel down in front of me, I might spare your life." Maximilian gave a faint


    smile.


    "Ah, are you kidding me? Do you think I will let you go just because you made meugh?"


    Mylo stepped forward and pressed the gun against Maximilian’s head.


    "Look at that smug face. You think I don’t dare to fire, right? I’m going to shoot you right away!"


    Tense and angry, Mylo had lost his mind. His finger was about to pull the trigger.


    Coldness glinted in Maximilian’s eyes, and his hands grabbed Mylo’s hand with the gun like a sh of


    lightning.


    Before Mylo was able to pull the trigger, Maximilian had already gripped Mylo’s wrist.


    With a violent twist, Mylo’s wrist snapped. His palm was bent into an unusual arc, while the gun had


    fallen into Maximilian’s hand.


    It was then Johnson realized what was happening. When he raised the gun in haste, Maximilian had


    already pulled the trigger.


    Bang! Bang! Bang!


    A flurry of shots rang out. In a blink of an eye, Maximilian had emptied a cartridge. Johnson, Robbie


    and the others opposite him were all shot dead. Each of them had a bullet hole between their


    eyebrows.


    Twelve shots, twelve gangsters fell.


    When the gangsters on both sides came to their sense, Maximilian had already loosened his grip on


    Mylo. Leaning forward, he rushed towards Johnson’s body.


    In a fit of rage, the gangsters didn’t notice that Maximilian had already left his spot. They pulled the


    triggers together and sprayed Mylo with bullets.


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    In a furious flurry of gunshots, Mylo trembled. His whole body was pockmarked with countless bullet


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    holes, and blood gushed out from them.


    Eyes wide open, Mylo spat blood. His lips were moving as if he wanted to say something, but blood


    was gushing continuously from his mouth, making him unable to make any noise.


    Mylo fell on the floor on his back, feeling that he could see Hell’s gate in front of his eyes, but thest


    thing he wanted now was to die.


    Howe? This was thest thought Mylo had before his death.


    Mylo didn’t figured out this question, and Johnson, who had died ahead of him, failed to figure that out


    as well.


    Meanwhile, Maximilian had already picked up the guns dropped out by Johnson and Robbie. Just like a


    valiant warrior, he raised both guns and shot the rest of the gangsters.


    At this moment, the rest of the gangsters realized the one they had shot dead was not Maximilian.


    When they turned their guns to Maximilian, Maximilian’s bullets had already pierced through them.


    Bullets hit between their eyebrows urately, as if Maximilian hadser guidance.


    Olivier and the others were totally stunned. They watched Maximilian shooting with two guns at the


    center of the banquet hall, feeling as if they had seen Marsing down to earth.


    Under the light, there seemed to be a colorful aura behind Maximilian, making him look sacred.


    The sound of gunshots stopped, and thest gangster fell on the floor.


    Maximilian lifted the gun in his right hand to his lips and blew it gently. "Hew! I told you to kneel down,


    but you must seek for death."