Female Novel
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 the combat formation while taking out two rocket launchers,
the head of body guards exclaimed, "Oh my god! They are taking out the rocket launchers. 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 rocket launchers and became even more frightened. Many started to cry.
"Fuck! Why have I come to this frigging dinner party? I shouldn’t have come."
"I shouldn’t have watched them bullying Mylo just now. Now that he is angry, we may all become his
sacrifices."
"Who will come 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 played with the gun in his hand and stared at the inner chamber with resentment. "Brother
Johnson, are rocket launchers 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 glanced at the situation outside. He saw the gangsters were loading the rocket launchers
and knew that there was little time left for hesitation. If they really fired the rocket launchers, 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, please come 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 flag 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, completely 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 flatly.
"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 said complacently.
"Afraid? Not at all. Instead, I find it somewhat stimulating." 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 me laugh?"
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 flash 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 onnovelbin
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.
Takh takh takh
In a furious flurry of gunshots, Mylo trembled. His whole body was pockmarked with countless bullet
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 the last
thing he wanted now was to die.
How come? This was the last 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 accurately, as if Maximilian had laser 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 Mars coming 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 the last 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."