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A team cannot be cohesive without going through difficult scouring, nor does it have the kind of core cohesion.

This is the case with the grass-roots agricultural association. It has just been established. Although it has common interests and demands, it has not experienced common suffering, and has not experienced the test of blood and fire. It is difficult to grow up healthily.

Now, here comes the whetstone.

"We established an agricultural association and signed a mutual guarantee alliance, which is not a beautiful piece of paper, but a real action. If we don't care about it this time, the entire agricultural association will be empty talk, so we must go to the rescue. It's about our better tomorrow."

Zhang Tuohai made his position clear.

The agricultural association must fight this battle, and it must be fought cleanly and beautifully, otherwise it will not be played in the future.

Old Tom also understands this truth, and he hopes that the agricultural association will continue to operate more than Zhang Tuohai.

The agricultural association is a tool for Zhang Tuohai. If he can't play it, he will leave and replace it, but for Old Tom, it is a prosperous future for the farm.

"I'm going to call them now. I believe they can figure out how to go in the future."

Old Tom put on his cowboy hat and went to gather his companions.

After arresting a few people, Malthus felt a lot better. The people with the green flag swaggered into the straw city. As for the three unlucky ones, they were directly thrown into the reform camp for hard labor.

As for the trial?

Just write the dossier and the court record with a record. As for the truth, does it matter?

Because of the advance notice, Speaker Lavrov set up a reception banquet in the most luxurious hotel in Straw City, which was specially used to receive the green flags.

Maduro and the people under him are a group of desperadoes. They live a life of licking blood with the tip of a knife. They sleep with one eye open. Fine wine, of course, don't care so much, just enjoy it first.

A group of reckless men ate and drank heavily in the hotel. Soon, the luxurious hall was in a mess. Many beautifully dressed waiters were harassed again and again. The crowd laughed.

Looking at the noisy scene in front of him, Lavrov frowned. He asked this group of people to help him manage the straw market, not to trouble him.

"Can you make them a little more restrained?" Lavrov asked Malthus with a frown.

"Why, don't you like such a beautiful symphony?" Malthus asked with a smile.

"If they are not restrained, they will destroy our straw city." Lavrov said displeased, "The straw city needs rules, not destruction."

"No, before discussing this issue, I have to correct a mistake," Malthus said leisurely, lighting the cigar in his hand, "It's my Straw City, not yours."

"what do you mean?"

Lavrov felt that something was wrong, and the bodyguard behind him touched the position of the lower back.

boom!

A gunshot directly opened the head of the bodyguard.

Afterwards, gunshots resounded throughout the hall, and the crowd with the green flag suddenly launched an attack, killing all the councilors and their bodyguards who came to accompany them. Just stabbed directly in the chest.

The whole hall was filled with the smell of blood and gunpowder.

The waiters screamed and ran, trying to escape.

However, the people with the green flag have long been prepared, and some people have guarded several entrances and exits, and controlled everyone to ensure that no one can escape.

Those non-target waiters were driven to the corners and squatted with their heads obediently, waiting for the judgment of fate. As for the rest, they began to clean the battlefield, count the corpses, and make up for one by one.

"You, what are you doing?"

Lavrov was also shot in the abdomen, covering his wound, staring at Malthus.

"You've been in this position for too long, and it's time for me to sit down. Don't worry, I'll send your family down to accompany you soon."

Malthus said he took a gilded desert eagle from his assistant and pulled the trigger on Lavrov's head.

boom!

The corpse fell to the ground.

"Everyone is settled, what you promised us..." Maduro came over and asked Malthus.

"Don't worry, I will definitely do what I promised. From today, all the underground industries in Straw City will be handed over to you. However, you must restore the previous scene of Straw City and make cola drinking water again!"

Malthus said with burning eyes.

"Don't worry, we can't do it, we can do it." Maduro is full of confidence.

Just when the two were about to toast for their future cooperation, an assistant suddenly ran in in a panic and shouted to Malthus, "Sir, it's not good for you, the transformation camp has been breached!"

"What? How was it broken, you explain it to me clearly!"

Malthus' face was full of displeasure.

He had just ascended the throne of the uncrowned king of the straw city, but he turned around and the reformation camp was breached. Isn't this a slap in the face?

"We don't know either, it was too dark, the fence was blown open, the people on the watchtower were also knocked unconscious, and all the people in the transformation camp were rescued. We also just got the notification~www.mtlnovel.com ~The person who reported the letter said out of breath.

"Come and see with me."

Malthus' face became a little ugly. The transformation camp was full of too many ugly things, and these things were not visible. In theory, they were still elected city councillors. It was inevitable that such a big scandal would resign. May face charges.

Be sure to block the message and kill all those involved!

Malthus gritted his teeth and made a decision.

It took him more than ten years to reach the status he is today, and he will soon become the uncrowned king of the straw city. At this time, no one should try to stop him. Anyone who wants to stop him will be completely killed by him.

Malthus took the gold-plated and diamond-studded Remington shotgun from his assistant: "Come with me and check the situation."

Malthus went to the transformation camp to check the situation with the green battle flag brigade.

One after another Humvee, armored vehicles crossed the street and drove in the direction of the transformation battalion.

The transformation camp is outside the city. It was originally an abandoned prison, surrounded by high walls. Later, it was transformed into a transformation camp by Malthus and the others. The above statement is still a prison.

Malthus frowned as he looked at a ten-meter-long collapsed wall on the high wall. He reached out and touched the fracture of the wall. This wall was built by himself under supervision. Concrete, what kind of weapon was used for the collapse of this area?

Only the military has this level of firepower in the entire Straw City. Could it be that Cassandra's grandson is back?

Just when Malthus was suspicious, a sharp whistling sound came from a distance.