"Haha, okay!"

The red-haired man was very happy. To him, this was six hundred thousand for nothing. After all, they accidentally picked up the Deathclaw corpse.

"When will you trade? Set a time."

The red-haired man looked at the strong man and asked.

"Right now."

"Huh? The banks are closed now, so you can't transfer money. Did you bring so much cash?"

The red-haired man looked at him suspiciously. Who in the world would carry so much cash?

"No, I'll exchange it for something."

The man shook his head.

"Something? What something?"

The red-haired man narrowed his eyes.

Others looked like they were watching a good show, and they were looking for trouble!

"Of course, it will cost you your life."

boom--

As soon as the words fell, the negative three floors shook instantly. With a loud noise, a large hole appeared above the head, and more than a dozen people wearing steel armor, helmets, and holding firearms descended through ropes.

The red-haired man had already reacted when the other party's words came out, and immediately took out a short-barreled shotgun from his waist.

However, the other party responded faster.

The strong man moved, grabbed one person, and blocked him in front of him as a human shield.
Chapter completed!