I Am the Ruler of All

The bodyguard who stood in front muttered in a shaky voice, "But… Y-Young Master, they are standing at the rear door of the truck..."

"Do you think I am blind? Of course I see them standing at the rear door of the truck!" Tyler stomped angrily and yelled, "Shoot! How is it a problem for you to shoot whether or not they are standing there?!"

"Young Master, we are not sharp shooters… W-What should we do if the stray bullets hit the bed of the truck…"

Upon hearing that, Tyler turned green in his face.

There were 15 boxes of explosives in the truck, and they all could be bombed all the way to heaven if they were careless!

Caught in a dilemma, he rolled his eyes, and his gloomy gaze soon fell on Kingsley.

"You punk! I am sure you are seeing how we have more than 30 guns pointing at you. You can't run even if you want to! How about this? We both yield. I will let you go if you get down on your knees and kowtow a few times. How does that sound?"

Without waiting for Kingsley to speak, he continued, "Are you going to do this the hard way? You can bring a mob, but you will never be a match for us! You might as well just kowtow to me, and I won't shoot! I can keep my reputation, and you get to keep your life. Why not just do it?!"

Swoosh! Swoosh!

He had just said that when a thunderous noise came from the sky.

When they looked up, a total of eight green military helicopters was flying overhead, the blades chopping through the night breeze.

At the same time, eight beams of searchlights shone, and like a piercing long sword, gathered in that one spot above their heads from eight different directions.

In that instant, the entrance of Warehouse 15 was as bright as day!

"W-Why are the choppers here again?!" The look on Tyler's face was the exact opposite of how it was just moments ago. Shocked, he stuttered, "T-They look like they are here for us..."

Before they could react, the ground suddenly started to vibrate.

Boom! Boom!

A uniform set of clomped footsteps could be heard approaching them from a distance.

"M-Mr. Smith, I think someone is here…"

"I see them…"

Felix's legs were shaking so aggressively it was as if an electric motor had been installed in them.

With the help of the searchlight, he could see a riot squad, and each member holding a round shield as they rushed over like a giant beast to surround them.

"Holy hell! What is going on here?" The muscles on Tyler's face twitched wildly as he cried in horror, "D-Don't tell me they are here to catch us?!"

Felix was extremely pale then. "Young Master." His voice trembled when he said, "It looks like… the military is here to check the smuggling of arms. What should we do…"

"D*mn it! We have no choice but to fight!" Tyler had a crazed look on his twisted face. "We have more than 30 guns. So what? It is either they or we die!"

As soon as his words fell, six ZFB05A four by four light armored anti-riot vehicles drove out from both sides of the squadron like steel beasts.

Looking at these six behemoths, Tyler sputtered through quivering lips, "W-What the f*ck kind of cars are these?"

"Didn't you just say you were going to go all out on fighting back?" Kingsley slightly raised the corners of his mouth and clarified, "I can tell you that these anti-riot cars can travel 50 kilometers at a speed of 50 kilometers per hour even if their tires are punctured by bullets."

Tyler's face turned pale, and he looked at Kingsley in disbelief. "Y-You brought all these helicopters and cars? How can you possibly—"

Before he could finish his sentence, there was an earth-shattering roar from the other end of the warehouse.

Within a second, 20 advanced main battle patrol cars accelerated in their direction, filling the air with dust and smoke.

The cars were equipped with 25mm caliber cannons and 7.62mm caliber coaxial light machine guns.