The rapid development of New Manhattan requires tough measures, and Adelaide Kurd is the one who dares to stain his hands with blood.

His blood network has provided the federation's giants with a steady stream of wealth, helping them advance their expansion plans for the New World Racecourse.

In the eyes of these giants, the Kurds are a trustworthy "white glove" who can do all the dirty work for them and remove all obstacles.

"How many giants accumulated capital by acting as white gloves for others before they took over?"

Adelaide Kurd often consoles herself in this way.

He believes that he is just a tool of the federal giants, and everything he does is just the instruction from the top. He is just fulfilling those authorized intentions and materializing these ideas.

He didn't feel there was anything wrong, and even felt that he was still walking on the path that countless successful people had walked - as long as he endured and obeyed orders, sooner or later he would reach the top and become the master of the new Manhattan area.

But now, the situation is completely out of control.

The riots that ignited the hooves of liberation quickly spread to every corner of New Manhattan like a fire that lit hay.

He once believed that he was in control of all this, and believed that these angry infected people were just controllable pawns in his hands. He could put out this turmoil at any time if he was willing.

However, the development of the situation far exceeded his expectation - the train had derailed and was speeding towards the abyss along a crazy trajectory.

Every avenue of escape for him was cut off, and he knew he had no way out.

Mikhail's public attack gave Adelaide's secret kingdom an unprecedented impact.

This secret kingdom thrives in the shadows but is never truly exposed to the light of day.

Everyone knows in their hearts that the oppression of the infected, the operation of the blood network, the slave trade in the black market... are all part of this kingdom, and the top leaders of the Federation have also received huge benefits from it, but as long as it is not made public, as long as

If no one breaks this layer of window paper, everything can continue.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! However, now, Mikhail has torn away this fig leaf.

The workings of a secret kingdom were exposed to the public, like a rotting corpse being forcibly dragged out of its grave.

The truth that was once covered up is now obvious, and the politicians and businessmen who once provided blood to the Kurdish blood network now have to temporarily withdraw and avoid the limelight.

His kingdom is no longer a hidden shadow existence, but is placed in the spotlight and scrutinized by millions of people.

A secret, even if everyone knows it, does not exist as long as it is not disclosed or announced.

But now, this kingdom has been made public, it is crumbling in front of countless eyes, and Adelaide Kurd is standing in the ruins of this kingdom, helpless.

The uncrowned king in the darkness has now become the target of public criticism.

He could feel that those allies he once trusted had begun to retreat secretly and no longer provided him with protection.

Even senior officials who once relied on him have gradually distanced themselves from him.

He knew that once he lost these asylums, endless revenge and liquidation would await him.

The train couldn't stop, it was out of control, heading towards a future he could no longer control.

And Mikhail's counterattack was like a detonated bomb, tearing his world into pieces.

He suddenly realized that he might become a victim in the power game.

"Mikhail García, his existence and the existence of Hooves of Liberation are a mistake."

The fat pig-like director roared, his fat face twisted with anger.

"The Rangers' actions must be thorough, quick, and clean. I don't care what means they use, Mikhail and his damn lackeys must be dealt with within a week."

Adelaide Kurd now has no retreat.

"We are ready." Shadow Blade's voice was still calm, as if this was just an ordinary cleaning task.

Adelaide leaned in front of the desk, supporting the tabletop with both hands, and his fat body seemed even heavier.

"Look, you guys are my only trump card. If you mess up, we're all screwed."

His voice was low but full of warning, like a beast trapped in a corner preparing for its final counterattack.

"Fire flames, poisonous bees, and dark crows, give them all to me, go all out. I don't care how many people die, I only care about the results. Let those wild dogs know that their doom has come!"

The rangers took the order and retreated neatly, leaving Adelaide alone in the room.

His eyes fell on the virtual screen again. Mikhail's face looked extremely ferocious on the screen. Adelaide clenched his fists and made a "crunching" sound.

The power of the Blood Network is still under control, and now he can only rely on violence and fear to regain control of the situation...

He gritted his teeth and thought, taking a deep breath, his eyes flashing with a sick light.

"Either they die or I win."

Today is the second day after the conflict between the Liberation Hooves and the Cultural Committee officially broke out. A bloody war is quietly beginning.

From the very beginning of this conflict, it foreshadowed what kind of hell the bloody battle would be in the coming week.

The actions of Liberating Hooves were swift and violent, in an attempt to awaken the infected by sabotaging horse racing events and exposing the shady story of the blood network.

The Cultural Committee, through the Blood Network and the Four Rangers, quickly counterattacked and used ruthless assassinations and suppression to try to stifle all the flames of resistance.

The war has already started, and no one knows how this war will end. The only thing that is certain is that this will be a bloody battle that neither side can easily escape from, until the earth is stained with blood, and the winner will also pay

A heavy price to pay.

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February 6, 1591 in the Terran calendar.

New Manhattan Municipal Building.

This is the third day of the conflict, and the intensity of the fighting has suddenly escalated.

The violence escalated, and both sides entered a life-or-death stage of comprehensive counterattack.

This day has become a symbol of violence and death, with both sides wildly waving butcher knives in despair and rage, trying to completely destroy each other.

The night in New Manhattan is quiet and depressing, and the air is filled with a chilling atmosphere.

Mikhail stood in the shadow of a tall building, overlooking the city.

His eyes were cold and crazy, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, as if he was enjoying all this.

Under the night sky, members of the Liberation Hooves had already begun to take action. They quickly sneaked into multiple strongholds of the Cultural Committee and prepared to carry out a fatal bombing attack.

The terrorist attack planned by Mikhail was personally directed by him, and the three cronies of the Director of the Cultural Committee became their primary targets.

At midnight, three limousines bearing committee badges sped through the streets of New Manhattan, unnoticed by the drivers and their entourage.

Their every move was monitored by the sound of liberation hooves, until a loud noise tore through the silent night sky - the first car suddenly exploded while driving to an overpass, with flames shooting into the sky, and the car body was instantly blown to pieces, with metal fragments

Flying in all directions, the flames lit up the night.

Immediately afterwards, the second and third vehicles also suffered explosions.

The entire block was shaken by the huge explosion. People poked their heads out of the windows and looked at the sudden disaster in horror. The flames of the explosion lit up the night sky of New Manhattan. Among the three close associates of the director, one died on the spot, and the other

The two men fell to the ground with serious injuries, and the streets were stained red with blood.

"Let the flame purify everything!"

Mikhail stood in the distance, watching the destruction coldly, his eyes flashing with uncontrollable ecstasy.

This was the most direct challenge he issued to Adelaide Kurd. The Liberation Hooves were no longer satisfied with pure destruction. They began to directly target the core power of the Cultural Committee, trying to undermine the other party's confidence through terrorist means.

At the same time, members of Liberation Hooves placed explosive devices in multiple areas of New Manhattan in an attempt to plunge the entire city into panic through massive destruction.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Although most of the devices were discovered and dismantled in time, there were still a few that were not spared, and several explosions sounded in the early morning.

The streets were bombed beyond recognition, smoke and flames raged, several buildings were shattered, debris flew everywhere, and vehicles burned into ruins.

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Inside the secret meeting room of the Cultural Committee headquarters.

While Mikhail was planning a terrorist attack, the Cultural Council also launched a counterattack.

Adelaide Kurd's anger could no longer be contained, his face was twisted with anger, his fat body paced back and forth in the conference room, his eyes filled with rage and hatred.

"Send out the Flame Team immediately and burn down their lair!"

Adelaide ordered, his eyes filled with vicious light.

The Second Ranger Team "Fire Flames" took action upon hearing the order. This team is known for its powerful firepower.

They were equipped with the latest incendiary bombs and high explosives, and quickly locked onto an important stronghold of Liberation Hoof in New Manhattan.

In the darkness, the Flame Team quietly approached, waiting for the most fatal blow.

Following the commander's order, fierce fire broke out instantly, incendiary bombs fell around the stronghold, explosions continued one after another, and the flames were like devil's claws devouring every inch of the land.

The entire stronghold was surrounded by blazing flames. Members of Liberation Hooves ran around in the sea of ​​​​fire, and screams echoed in the night sky.

This raid destroyed a large amount of material reserves for Jiefang Hoofeng and killed countless members.

Looking at the content on the virtual projection screen, the obese Kurd was not satisfied. He knew that physical strikes alone were not enough to completely destroy Mikhail's will.

He needed more brutal means to strike at the heart of Liberation Hooves.
To be continued...