227: Chapter 227 The plan is slightly different!

"Damn it!"

Ivan, the Guild Leader of the Mad Lion Guild, stared greedily at those treasure chests, his eyes becoming incredibly vicious.

He panted heavily, his chest heaving violently.

Before this, the highest-tier supply chest he had ever seen was nothing more than an Epic-grade treasure chest shimmering with purple light.

As for the golden, shimmering Legendary-grade treasure chests, they only existed in legends.

Not to mention the one currently placed right in the center, emitting a red glow—a Mythical-grade treasure chest!!!

A wild thought flashed through Ivan's mind.

"If I could take all these treasure chests for myself!"

"Then I wouldn't just become the overlord of the entire E District!"

"I could even use this to ascend to the top in one leap and become the true king of the entire new human world!"

At this moment, it wasn't just Ivan.

Yuri of the Snow Eagle Guild, Boris of the Ice Wolf Guild, as well as all the guild executives and underlings present... everyone had the same thought flashing frantically through their minds.

Treasure! Monopolize! Become king!

What flesh-and-blood brothers? What being close like family, looking out for each other?

In the face of absolute, life-changing benefits, there was only stabbing people in the back! Stabbing them twice!!

Ivan's eyes were bloodshot, his murderous intent surging.

Without saying a single word of nonsense, he abruptly pulled out the heavy pistol at his waist.

The pitch-black muzzle pointed directly at the Snow Eagle Yuri beside him, preparing to strike first and blow his head off.

As long as Yuri died, the Snow Eagle Guild would be leaderless, and one competitor would be removed!

However, the old fox Yuri wasn't talking about brotherly loyalty at all; he had been guarding against Ivan all along.

As soon as Ivan raised his hand, Yuri was quick-eyed and fast-handed, grabbing Ivan's wrist and forcibly shifting the muzzle upward.

"Bang!"

A muffled gunshot exploded suddenly. The bullet grazed Yuri's scalp and shattered a piece of debris from the ruins above.

"Suka Blyat!" (A Russian curse!)

"Ivan, you motherfucker, you dare to backstab me?!" Yuri's eyes were filled with ferocity as he roared.

"Brothers, this son of a bitch Ivan wants to hog all the supplies!"

"Brothers, take him down!"

Since the facade had already been torn away, Ivan simply roared madly, wrestling with Yuri while desperately trying to pull the trigger again.

Just as the two were fighting fiercely, "Puchi!"

A dull sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh rang out suddenly between them.

Ivan's body stiffened violently, and he looked down in disbelief.

He saw Boris of the Ice Wolf Guild, who had silently crept up to his side like a ghost at some point.

A sharp military dagger had been fiercely plunged into Ivan's waist, buried up to the hilt!

Boris's face was twisted in a savage grin as he violently twisted the handle, sending blood spurting out.

"Go to hell, Ivan!"

"Once I kill you, these Mythical treasure chests will all belong to our Ice Wolf Guild!"

"Bang!"

Before Boris's voice had completely faded, Yuri kicked him hard in the stomach, using the force to roll backward.

Yuri drew his assault rifle and, without hesitation, pulled the trigger on Boris and the heavily wounded Ivan.

Tongues of fire spat out, and bullets flew between the three of them.

This gunshot and the splashing blood were like a spark, instantly igniting the massive powder keg that was the entire ruined street.

"Suka Blyat!"

"The Guild Leader has been attacked! The bastards from the Mad Lion Guild have made their move!"

"The Ice Wolf Guild killed Boss Ivan! Brothers, avenge the boss!"

"Charge! Take back the Mythical treasure chests that belong to our guild!"

"Belong to your guild? Bullshit!"

"Brothers! Kill them all! Seize the Mythical treasure chests!"

"Ura!! All of you go to hell!"

"Suka..."

The members of the four major guilds, who had previously been huddled together, happily picking up scrap metal, simultaneously tore off their masks of hypocrisy.

More than eight thousand thugs fell into a frenzy at this moment.

The ones closest didn't even have time to draw their guns; they picked up heavy scrap metal from the ground and smashed it fiercely onto their allies' heads.

"Puchi! Crack!"

The sounds of bones breaking and flesh splattering echoed throughout the entire street.

Some people even had their intestines spilling out, yet they continued to crawl forward...

The mist amplified the desires within the Russians' hearts.

At this moment, looting supplies, slaughtering, and becoming the boss became the only faith in the hearts of this group of Russians!

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The flames of explosions soared into the sky, and severed limbs flew wildly through the air.

There were no tactics, no formations, no reason.

The entire expansive Grand Theater plaza had completely turned into a cruel meat grinder.

Human greed was magnified to an appalling degree in front of this pile of fake treasure chests.

Everyone was slaughtering each other!

Anyone who tried to approach that pile of treasure chests was instantly riddled with bullets from all directions, becoming a honeycomb.

And at this very moment, the fuse of the incident, the winners of the Oscar for best extras, best props, and best at being inhuman—the Red Wolf Guild's "Lao Liu Legion"—watched on, stunned!

Lu Yuan sat in the cockpit of the tank disguised as a "Mythical-grade treasure chest," holding a freshly brewed cup of hot coffee, his entire body frozen like a statue.

He watched helplessly as a burly Russian man, having had his legs blown off by a machine gun, still tried desperately to crawl toward him.

Then, he was hacked in the head by his own guild brother.

In the guild communication channel, there was a deathly silence.

After a full half-minute, Lin Zihao's voice, filled with a trace of confusion and hesitation, rang out slowly in the channel.

"Uh, this..."

"Boss, isn't the intensity of their infighting a bit too high?"

"This seems... a little bit different from our original ambush plan..."

In the communication channel, Lu Yuan unhurriedly blew the steam from his cup and took a gentle sip of his hot coffee.

"Isn't this perfect? We've saved so much ammunition!"

A smile tugged at the corner of Lu Yuan's mouth that would make a black-hearted capitalist weep.

"This isn't called deviating from the plan; this is called zero-cost profit maximization."

"Wait until they're down to their last breath."

"Then we'll give them a big, big, big surprise!"