So, he continued to order:

"Send the Poisonous Bees out. I want no one of their strongholds left! Give them some special 'gifts' and let them taste the feeling of being torn apart by poisonous gas."

Three teams of Rangers, the "Venom Bees", were immediately dispatched. This ranger specializes in chemical and biological weapons.

Their goal is to liberate several secret bases hidden underground by Hoofbeat. Members of the Venomous Bees sneak into the strongholds with specially prepared chemical weapons, and then release colorless and odorless chronic poison gas.

A few hours later, the members of Liberation Hooves felt inexplicably weak and nauseated. Their bodies began to experience uncontrollable severe pain and twitching, and their skin gradually festered. The base soon fell into chaos, filled with screams and painful wails.

in.

The poisonous gas of the Venomous Bees penetrates every corner silently, until all life inside the base is completely devoured by them.

Dozens of members of the Liberation Hooves were killed in this poison gas attack, and they did not even realize that they were gradually dying.

The base was littered with struggling corpses, and the air was filled with a disgusting putrid smell.

On this day, the counterattack from both sides was as fierce as a violent storm.

The terrorist attack of the Liberation Hooves hit the core strength of the Cultural Committee, and the brutal revenge of the Blood Network caused the Liberation Hoofs to suffer unprecedented heavy losses.

Moreover, what is surprising is that the Honkai Administration Bureau seems to have entered a state of silence.

They did nothing to deal with the conflict between the liberation of the New Manhattan area and the Social and Cultural Council. However, before others could think about it, the two conflicting parties had already started an even more exaggerated fight.

In the eyes of these two organizations, nicknamed "monsters" by the outside world, only each other remains.

Two out-of-control monsters are tearing each other apart in New Manhattan.

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February 7, 1591 in the Terran calendar.

In the bloody days, the conflict between the Liberation Hooves and the Blood Guards has reached the point of getting out of control.

Mikhail Garcia led the Liberation Hooves in planning a heinous ambush on this day.

Their target is one of the four rangers of the Blood Guard, the leader of "Venomous Bee".

The Venomous Bee Team specializes in chemical warfare and biochemical attacks, and is one of Adelaide's most effective tools in suppressing infected people. This ambush is undoubtedly a fatal blow to the blood network.

"boom--"

A huge explosion tore through the night sky, and dozens of Rangers were blown into pieces of flesh and blood on the spot. Blood and residual limbs flew everywhere, staining the surrounding walls and ground red.

The air was filled with a strong smell of gunpowder, and the reflection of the flame could be faintly seen in the smoke.

Mikhail walked out of the smoke calmly like a ghost.

He walked up to the Venomous Bee leader who had lost the ability to resist, and a cruel smile appeared on his face.

Without any hesitation, he pulled out his dagger and quickly and accurately cut off the opponent's head.

"This is just one of the prices." He said coldly, holding the bloody head high and impaling it on a wooden stake.

Blood flowed down the wooden pile, and the red liquid seeped into the soil.

Upon seeing this, the surrounding members of the Liberation Hooves followed suit. They cut off the heads from the corpses of the rangers and inserted these "trophies" on the surrounding wooden stakes, as if they were performing some kind of bloody ritual. Those who refused to die in peace.

The Ranger's head hung high on the wooden stake, his flesh and blood were mangled, and his face was hideous.

Members of the Liberation Hooves danced wildly around these wooden stakes and cheered like victorious fanatics.

The entire neighborhood has become the entrance to hell, with the smell of death floating everywhere.

Mikhail then released a video through the dark web, looking at the camera with an expressionless face and coldly declaring:

"This is a just action to liberate Hoofbeat. Those who collude with the blood network and horse racing events will surely be punished by us."

His eyes were like those of a predator, full of ruthlessness and madness.

The video quickly spread in underground media and the infected community, seeming to be a prelude to an upcoming massacre, causing a huge stir.

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An hour later.

In the hidden office of the Cultural Committee.

Adelaide Kurder sat in his office, looking exhausted.

His eyes were bloodshot, his skin was greasy, his cheeks were slightly droopy, and his fat body sunk into the large seat.

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"These people all came here because of me!"

He muttered angrily, sweat sliding down his neck and staining his expensive suit.

The virtual communication screen on the table was still flashing, and he answered the calls one after another that were about to hear the voice of betrayal.

The first screen flashed, and the person connected was Howard Cohen, Kurd's long-term business partner and a well-known federal real estate celebrity.

Howard's face on the screen was full of indifference, and his eyes lacked the respect he had before.

"Adelaide," Howard's tone was as cold as ice, "we have to talk. The recent situation... you know. Our company can no longer cooperate with you. The hooves of liberation are already staring at us, and the government

The other side has also begun to put pressure on me, and I can't take this risk."

After he finished speaking, he cut off the communication neatly.

The second call rang, and a young female spokesperson appeared on the screen, Scarlett Walton, representing the Hudson Group, a giant energy company.

Scarlett had a fake professional smile on her face, but her tone was full of coldness and determination.

"Director Kurd," she said with caution in her tone, "I have been instructed by the Board of Directors to inform you that the Hudson Group has decided to no longer be associated with any of your related projects. Future business dealings...are no longer applicable between us.

Any agreement between us. We are grateful for our previous cooperation, but now the situation cannot continue."

She smiled politely, but that smile was as cold as a knife's edge.

"Damn it! Are you so afraid of those thugs?!" Kurd roared, the anger on his face almost unable to cover up his fear.

Scarlett nodded slightly, without saying a word, and the communication was quickly cut off.

The third communication came from Robert Fletcher, a long-time ally on the Cultural Council, responsible for the management of entertainment and events.

Fletcher's face was solemn, and his voice was no longer as friendly as before.

"Adelaide, old friend, listen to me, I can't help you this time." Fletcher's voice was a little helpless.

"The Liberation Hoofbeat attack has caused uproar in the city, and the government has begun to focus on you. There is a lot of pressure on my side, and the people above...have given clear instructions. You know, what I can do is very limited. If you continue

, I can only choose to withdraw."

"You are a traitor too! You are all betraying me!"

Kurd roared, the fat on his face trembling with anger. He knocked over the wine glass on the table, and dark red liquid flowed down the edge of the table, like some kind of blood stain.

The last one to get through was Daniel Cassidy, who once climbed to an important government position with Kurdish support, but now his face was full of embarrassment and difficulty.

"Director Kurd, I...well, you know, I really can't do anything. This time the movement was too big, and I...had to cut off all ties."

Daniel's voice was full of panic, and he kept wiping sweat from his forehead, as if he was afraid that the Kurds would burst through the screen and tear him apart.

"If this continues, I will lose my position. I beg you...let me live."

Hearing these words, Kurd completely collapsed.

He leaned heavily on the back of the chair, with a look of disbelief on his face.

He had sacrificed so much for these people and helped them climb to the heights of power, but now they casually severed all ties one by one, leaving him alone and helpless.

"You..." Kurd's voice became deeper, his hands clenched the armrests tightly, his knuckles turned white, and his eyes flashed with crazy light.

"You will regret it! When I get rid of these mad dogs, I will come to settle accounts with you one by one!"

After hanging up the phone, Kurd lay down on the chair dejectedly, covering his face with his hands.

He knows...

My political career was completely over because of this mad dog Mikhail.

"Which link made the error..."
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