MTL - Becoming An Ancient God From Blood Therapy-Chapter 325 mighty black pharaoh

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Here, while the high-level executives have given Marion the kill order, Marion has brought a group of workers to the Freedom Square in the center of Massa.

Tens of thousands of workers are here, and there are tens of thousands of onlookers around. From the sky, it looks densely packed like an ant's nest.

"We can't continue to be silent, the bloodthirsty capitalists will only squeeze us, they will not give us an extra penny!"

"Workers! We must fight for our rights! We must be our own masters! We are not slaves to the capitalists!"

"We are not slaves to capitalists!"

"We are not slaves to capitalists!"

The roar of the sky was transmitted from Freedom Square, and the roar could be clearly heard from two kilometers away.

"All fellow workers, let us unite! Don't continue to work for those capitalists! We must fight for our rights!"

"We are going to form our guild! It belongs to our workers' guild! A great organization that can protect the interests of all our workers!"

"My compatriots! It's time to stand up! Don't bow your head like those vampire capitalists!"

Holding a trumpet, Marion stood at the top and kept making an inspiring voice.

Ross was standing beside Marion at this time, because he had already felt that fifteen snipers had appeared on the surrounding buildings.

At the same time, among the workers, at least twenty people were constantly approaching.

At this time, Marion, who was standing on the stage, was a little clueless, because he knew very well that if those people wanted to kill him, they could kill him at any time here.

But now the arrow is on the string, and it can't stop.

Just when Marion was very worried, a voice from nowhere entered his ears.

The voice was still as mysterious, calm, and graceful.

"Thirty-five people are approaching to kill you right now."

Hearing this, Marion's slogan stiffened.

Ross continued: "Don't stop shouting, I said you just listen."

Marion was naturally a visitor, and soon returned to normal and continued to speak.

"Someone will shoot in a while, and I'll let the bullets go through your clothes and skin, and you'll bleed a little bit, but it's just skin trauma."

"You know what I mean?"

Marion's brain was spinning at a high speed, and he immediately knew what Ross meant.

He nodded slightly, indicating that he understood.

"Ruzi can be taught." Ross was very satisfied, sitting leisurely in the air, waiting for those people to take action.

Marion's inspiring speech continues.

At this time, the killers hiding in the surrounding buildings were ready.

They are all experienced players, and the weapons in their hands are also the most advanced sniper rifles obtained from the military, and the effective distance can be as far as 500 meters.

And now the distance is only less than 300 meters, and the bullet can easily blow the guy's head.

Taking a deep breath, according to the agreement, the killer on the north side was the first to shoot.

boom!

A heavy gunshot rang out, and the people in the square were silent after hearing this, and then turned to look at Marion.

Everyone knows that the safe and evil capitalists have always regarded Marion as a thorn in the flesh.

The shot must have gone to Marion.

Sure enough, when everyone looked over, they saw a bloodstain on Marion's cheek, and the blood was flowing down the wound.

"Mr. Marion! You're injured! Come down! Someone is going to kill you!" For a moment, the workers below hurriedly shouted.

On the stage, Marion fell into a temporary silence.

It really terrified him just now, and the hot bullet still made his face feel hot.

Even at that moment he felt like he was dead.

But amazingly, the bullet actually turned.

"My God! The powerful black pharaoh! He actually has such a magical ability!"

After a brief silence, Marion stood up again under everyone's worried gaze.

At this time, under everyone's attention, Marion had a firm face and shouted with deep eyes: "My compatriots! Do you see it! Those capitalists who would only hide behind are afraid! They are afraid of our voice! They are afraid Our rise!"

"So furious, they're going to kill me! Kill me, the one who led your voice!"

"But!" Marion suddenly roared with all his strength.

"But! They don't know! No one can stop this spirit of resistance! Even if they kill one me! There are thousands of me! Everyone present will be me! All will inherit me will!"

"If I really die here today! If our compatriots can be reasonably benefited by our death, then! Damn capitalists! Shoot me!"

"Great revolutions since ancient times will bleed! And in this revolution, I am willing to be the first to bleed!"

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Such provocative words, such a fearless spirit and attitude~www.novelbuddy.com~, especially in this situation of being almost killed, are more authentic and infectious.

"Protect Mr. Marion! Protect Mr. Marion! Find the lackeys of those capitalists!"

Just when the masses below were filled with righteous indignation, there was a series of gunshots all around again.

Marion didn't move, his eyes were firm and deep, and his body, which was no different from ordinary people, stood there as majestic and firm as a mountain.

People who were still afraid of the sound of gunfire just now are all looking up at Marion who is still and dead.

Now, no one doubts Marion, now Marion will transform from a leader to a hero!

Under their gaze, it seems that Marion's heroism and greatness have infected the sky, or infected those sought-after people.

None of these bullets actually hit Marion, only one of the bullets penetrated the muscles of his left arm and did not hurt any bones.

But that's it, Marion still stood there firmly, roaring: "Evil capitalists, you will never be able to defeat a real fighter! Death can't stop him!"

At this time, the killers around were completely stupid, and they were a little suspicious of life.

Not to mention that they hit every shot, the hit rate is at least 95%!

But now, in this motionless situation, they have all kinds of empty guns, which makes them begin to doubt life.

Just when they hesitated, they suddenly felt that the door behind them was smashed open by a huge force, and then a group of red-eyed and angry workers rushed in frantically.

"Catch these capitalist lackeys! Protect Mr. Marion!"

"Damn it! How did they find us!?" At this time, the more than 30 killers were completely stunned.