Boom! Boom!
The sound of explosions continued to spread along the road in front of the hotel. The cement blocks were blown up into the sky, and a pungent smell filled the area.
"Ah!"
"Run!"
The large number of nationalistic youths gathered in the surroundings instantly exploded like water in a pot of oil, and every one of them tried their best to escape in all directions.
The Korean tank that was about to fire also suffered a strong shock. Although the tank was very heavy, it still deviated from its position due to the huge explosion shock wave.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
A few high-explosive grenades whizzed out of the barrel, tearing through the air, drawing an elegant arc above the hotel where Yang Yifan was, and then flew over.
Boom! Boom!
A series of explosions came from behind, and one could vaguely hear the terrified screams of some Koreans.
This?
The Korean officer who gave the order almost popped their eyes out. They never dreamed that the result would be like this.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Violent explosions continued to ring out. The area was completely enveloped in thick smoke and flames, as if a bloody and cruel war had erupted.
However, these Korean officers knew that it was not a war, but a gas pipeline explosion.
That's right, it was a gas pipeline.
Under the pressure of the K-2 main battle tank's 55-ton weight, the gas pipeline laid under the embankment was directly crushed. The gas leaked, and with the stick smoking, it caused the continuous explosion.
Although the Korean tanks were not affected by the explosion, the Korean nationalists around them were miserable. Many of them did not have time to react before they were blasted into the sky. They were smashed to the ground like dumplings, their bodies charred black. It was obvious that they would not survive.
Some of the rods that were slightly further away did not have it easy either. They were directly flipped to the ground by the frenzied airwaves. Although they did not die, they were all injured and had broken bones. They were covered in blood and lay on the ground, screaming non-stop.
Huala, huala!
Some of the nearby houses were also affected. The glass shattered and the walls collapsed. Some of the clubs that were passing by were hit until their heads were bleeding.
The entire scene looked extremely miserable.
The only one who was safe and sound was Yang Yifan, who was standing by the window. Looking at everything in front of him, the smile on his face became even wider. These Koreans deserved it. He hadn't even taken the initiative to find trouble with the Koreans, and these Koreans had already surrounded him aggressively. Hmph.
Because the gas was constantly burning, exploding, and leaking, this place was like a thick fog. Moreover, those Koreans were now blown up into dead dogs and were in a mess. Yang Yifan knew that this was a good opportunity for him to escape.
Without hesitation, he turned around and walked down.
It was indeed very smooth. He did not see a single person in the hotel. The clubs that were blocking him below had already run away before the tank fired.
There was no one outside the back door of the hotel. Yang Yifan only saw the ruins of a few collapsed houses, which were destroyed by the Korean tanks. The Korean people nearby had long since left the place in fear.
It seemed that it was indeed that super luck plunderer who helped him.
At this time, Yang Yifan finally had the time to understand the mysterious thing that appeared in his mind.
It was a large round plate that looked like a lottery in a shopping mall. It was shining with light and revealed a mysterious luster.
Ability Plunder, Item Plunder, Fate Plunder, and Other Plunder.
There were a total of four options. There was also a slightly smaller item below that showed the permanent and temporary options.
On the upper left corner, there were two borders with contribution points and a number of 56,782.
One lucky draw required 100,000 contribution points.
If he wanted to obtain contribution points, he would probably have to deal with those Koreans or some other enemies.
After this understanding, Yang Yifan's previous doubts could be considered resolved. The Great Gift Bag he had just used had obtained the Super Fate Plunder. It was also a temporary type. Otherwise, it would not have only lasted for an hour.
Regarding this, Yang Yifan was somewhat regretful. If it had been a permanent plunder just now, then wouldn't his luck be so good that it would explode? And those Koreans would also be so unlucky that they would commit suicide.
However, that was clearly a little too heaven-defying.
He was very satisfied with the fact that he could make those Korean nationalists fall to such a miserable state.
Moreover, there was still a full 45 minutes left before the Super Luck Plunder.
Koreans, you're miserable!
Yang Yifan clenched his fists. It was a pity. If he was in Singapore now, he would definitely go to that stupid golf course and destroy the stupid missile system that the Koreans and their godfather had built.
Thump thump thump thump!
At this moment, a series of staggering footsteps could be heard. Yang Yifan's body tensed up.
Thump!
The sound of something heavy falling to the ground rang out. He quickly turned his head and saw a guy covered in blood lying on the ground, motionless.
It must have been affected by the artillery shells fired by the Korean tanks.
From afar, he looked like a Chinese. Yang Yifan frowned and walked over.
He was not a Chinese, but a Japanese. He had a mustache and was lying on the ground. He was already dead and had died from serious injuries.
What was even stranger was that the guy's appearance was somewhat similar to his.
Thump thump thump thump!
At this moment, another series of footsteps sounded. He saw a few figures appear behind him. Was the stick chasing after him? Yang Yifan didn't dare to waste any time. He quickly got up and ran to the side.
Since he was a ghost, the life and death of that guy had nothing to do with him. It was better if he died.
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