A huge loudspeaker was brought up.

The Fourth Boss held the loudspeaker, shouting toward Third Uncle and the others:

"Everyone, we are the Motorcycle Gang Oil Village over here. What brings you here?"

The Fourth Boss shouted at the top of his voice, amplified by the loudspeaker.

So that Third Uncle and the others in the distance could hear. Third Uncle frowned and said to Ant next to him, "Over a thousand meters away, sniping them. Too much talk."

Ant nodded, took the sniper rifle from the car, and then climbed onto the roof.

Calibrating the gun's parameters, measuring wind speed, aiming at the man standing on the bus.

"If you're here for oil, we can sit down and have a good talk. We are the Motorcycle Gang, if you know about us..."

Bang!

A bullet accurately pierced his forehead.

The big loudspeaker thudded to the ground.

Immediately, the Fourth Boss's body also fell off the bus.

"The Fourth Boss is dead, the Fourth Boss is dead."

"There's a sniper, they shot the Fourth Boss!"

Chaos erupted around, they had guns, but none were that legitimate.

Faced with Third Uncle and his group, it was like a dimensional reduction attack.

Third Uncle looked at everyone, all wearing anti-explosion suits. On this outing, Li Yu was very willing, bringing all the collected anti-explosion suits.

Li Yu once told everyone who joined the Big Camphor Tree Base that being part of the base means you're family.

Every life of these Inner and Outer City people, Li Yu valued greatly.

So when going out on missions, Li Yu required them to wear anti-explosion suits and helmets, though injuries were still possible, at least they could save a life.

The Fourth Boss didn't get a chance to say more before he was already dead.

The death of the Fourth Boss already announced the intentions of Third Uncle and the rest.

We came here to take you down.

The Fourth Boss died so abruptly, he had never encountered such an enemy.

Without even introducing themselves, not understanding the situation, they dared to brazenly kill.

Crucially, he originally thought such a distance was already safe.

But he never expected there to be a sniper on the other side.

Died an unjust death.

If he had known the situation on the other side, he wouldn't have dared to climb onto the bus.

Buzz buzz —

A subordinate picked up the walkie-talkie to contact the boss.

"This is Oil City Village here, the Fourth Boss is dead, killed by those people. There's a sniper."

"What!!!???" Old Ghost grabbed the walkie-talkie from his subordinate as soon as he heard the news.

"Where did those people come from? Why are they going to Oil City Village?"

"We don't know, they don't communicate with us at all..."

Old Ghost's face showed anger as he smashed the walkie-talkie to the ground.

Putting on armor, he walked to the balcony, shouting at the busy crowd below: "Everyone, now, go to Oil City Village!"

With that, he hurried downstairs.

Originally, he only sent Guan Zhongjin there, but the message just received from Oil City Village made him sense something different.

This is a big problem.

If Oil Village was taken, it would be a huge loss for their Motorcycle Gang.

The Motorcycle Gang's stronghold, the roar of engines.

Barrel after barrel of fuel was loaded onto cars, hundreds of vehicles, over two thousand people, hurriedly preparing.

From a high altitude, you could see the whole town bustling with activity, dust clouds everywhere.

Car horns blaring continuously.

Originally the Motorcycle Gang only had dozens of cars, a few hundred people.

But after taking Oil City Village, the strength of the Motorcycle Gang increased exponentially.

Rest room.

Several bare-chested men heard the bugle call, grabbed their sticks, and quickly jumped up, dressing.

Hurriedly heading outside, their faces filled with excitement.

On the left side of town, dozens of people, with whips in their hands, whipped the poorly-clothed slaves ahead, driving them into a factory building.

These many slaves originally worked around the town building a wall without knowing what went wrong.

A huge horn sounded, then their overseers grabbed whips to drive them back to their sleeping area for the night.

That resting place was actually no different from a pigsty.

A place of less than 800 square meters, housing over a thousand people.

In the slave team, a young man with a look of confusion, said to an old man beside him, "What happened?"

The old man lowered his head and whispered, "Don't speak."

Crack!

A whip lashed across the young man's face, a blood trail visible to the naked eye appeared on his face.

Rage sparked in the young man's eyes, glaring at the man with the whip.

The old man beside him saw this, quickly pulling his head down, then dragged him forward.

"I..."

"You want to die, what would happen to me, the old man? Move!" The old man forcefully pulled him forward.

The young man, somewhat defiant, refrained from resisting after hearing the old man's words, otherwise, with his youth and strength, he could easily break free.

Driving these slaves into the renovated factory.

This factory was originally a pigsty, a breeding site.

The smell inside was unbearable.

Bang!

A man with a mustache locked the door, then shouted harshly at the people inside: "Behave yourselves, anyone daring to cause trouble, I'll kill them."