Chapter 328 The Powerful Black Pharaoh

Here, while these high-level officials had given Marion a killing order, Marion had already led a group of workers to Freedom Square in the center of Massa.

Tens of thousands of workers are gathered here, and there are tens of thousands of onlookers all around. From the sky, they look densely packed, like an ant nest.

"We cannot continue to remain silent. The bloodthirsty capitalists will only squeeze us and they will not give us an extra penny!"

"Workers! We must fight for our own rights! We must be our own masters! We are not slaves of the capitalists!"

"We are not slaves to the capitalists!"

"We are not slaves to the capitalists!"

The roar that shook the sky was transmitted outward from Freedom Square, and the roar here could be clearly heard from places two kilometers away.

"All fellow workers, let us unite! Don't continue to work for those capitalists! We must fight for our rights!"

"We want to form our own union! A union that belongs to our workers! A great organization that can protect the interests of all our workers!"

"Compatriots! It's time to stand up! Don't bow your head like those vampire-like capitalists!"

Marion stood at the top with a trumpet and kept making inspiring sounds.

Ross was standing next to Marion at this time, because he had sensed that fifteen snipers had appeared on the surrounding buildings.

At the same time, among the workers, at least twenty people were approaching this way.

Marion, who was standing on the stage at this time, felt a little unsure because he knew very well that if those people wanted to kill him, they could kill him at any time here.

But now the arrow is on the string and there is no way to stop.

Just when Marion was very worried, a voice from nowhere entered his ears.

This voice is still so mysterious, calm and elegant.

"Thirty-five people are approaching right now ready to kill you."

Hearing this, Marion froze for a moment.

Ross continued: "Don't stop shouting. Just listen."

Marion was naturally experienced, and quickly returned to normal and continued her speech.

"Someone will shoot in a while, and I will let the bullet scratch your clothes and skin, and there will be some blood, but it will only be a superficial wound."

"Do you know what I mean?"

Marion's brain was spinning at high speed, and he immediately knew what Los meant.

He nodded slightly to show that he understood.

"Boys can be taught." Loss was very satisfied and sat leisurely in mid-air, waiting for those people to take action.

Marion's rousing speech continued.

At this time, the killers hiding in the surrounding buildings were ready.

They are all experienced warriors, and the weapons in their hands are also the most advanced sniper rifles obtained from the military, with an effective range of 500 meters.

The current distance is only less than three hundred meters, and the bullet can easily blow the guy's head.

Taking a deep breath, as agreed, the killer on the north side fired first.

boom!

A heavy gunshot rang out. People in the square became quiet after hearing this, and then turned to look at Marion.

Everyone knows that the evil capitalists have always regarded Marion as a thorn in their side and a thorn in their flesh.

The shot must have been aimed at Marion.

Sure enough, when everyone looked over, they saw a bloodstain on Marion's cheek, and the blood was flowing down the wound.

"Mr. Marion! You are injured! Come down quickly! Someone is going to kill you!" For a moment, the workers below shouted hurriedly.

Marion on the stage fell into temporary silence.

The blow just now really frightened him, and the hot bullet still made his face feel burning.

Even at that moment he felt like he was dead.

But the amazing thing is that the bullet actually turned.

"Oh my God! The powerful Black Pharaoh! He actually has such magical abilities!"

After a brief silence, Marion stood up again under everyone's worried gaze.

At this time, with everyone watching, Marion shouted loudly with a firm face and deep eyes: "Compatriots! Have you seen it! Those capitalists who only hide behind are afraid! They are afraid of our voices! They are afraid Our rise!”

"So they are so angry that they are ready to kill me! Kill me, the person who led you to make your voice heard!"

"But!" Marion suddenly screamed with all his strength.

"But! They don't know! No one can stop this spirit of resistance! Even if they kill one of me! There are still thousands of me! Everyone present will be me! They will all inherit me. will!"

"If I really die here today! If our death can bring reasonable benefits to our compatriots, then! Evil capitalists! Shoot me!"

"Since ancient times, great revolutions have shed blood! And in this revolution, I am willing to be the first to bleed!"

Oh oh oh oh oh!

Such inflammatory words, such a fearless spirit and attitude, especially in this situation where he was almost killed, are even more authentic and contagious.

"Protect Mr. Marion! Protect Mr. Marion! Find those lackeys of the capitalists!"

Just as the people below were filled with indignation, successive gunshots rang out again all around.

Marion did not move, his eyes were firm and deep, his body, which was no different from that of an ordinary person, stood there as majestic and firm as a mountain.

People who were afraid of the sound of gunfire just now, now all looked up at Marion who was motionless and ready to die.

Now, no one doubted Marion, and now Marion would transform from a leader into a hero!

Under their gaze, it seemed that Marion's bravery and greatness had infected the heavens, or those who were fighting for it.

None of these bullets hit Marion, only one of them penetrated his left arm muscle without hurting the bone.

But even so, Marion still stood there firmly, roaring: "Evil capitalists, you will never be able to defeat a real fighter! Death can't stop him!"

At this time, the killers around were completely stupid, and they were a little doubtful of life.

Not to mention that they hit the target every time, their hit rate was at least 95%!

But now, in this motionless situation, they had all kinds of empty guns, which made them begin to doubt their lives.

Just as they hesitated, they suddenly felt the door behind them being knocked open by a huge force, and then a group of workers with red eyes and angry faces rushed in frantically.

"Catch these capitalists' running dogs! Protect Mr. Marion!"

"Damn it! How did they find us!?" At this time, the more than 30 killers were completely confused.