Chapter 1970: Chapter 1794: Clearing Inventory Thinking of this. They couldn’t help but feel a bit fortunate. A truck. By the ton. Very heavy. Besides, they might not have pulled just one truck, God, those guys behind, quickly think of the next plan, if we rush blindly, the next moment, you might see your legs flying away. .... "I heard intense explosion sounds, it could very likely be a firefight." "..." "So frightening." "..." "Please go and check it out as soon as possible." "..." "Just fell asleep and got startled awake, those were gunshots, no mistake, and the caliber is very large, such a size, only the military would have them, if it is, please provide an explanation soon." "..." At this moment. Hundreds of calls flooded the Police Station, unfortunately, most people couldn’t get through, so they spread it through Social Media, accompanied by recorded sounds. Instantly. Professional experts jumped out. "It’s true." "It’s gunfire." "No mistake." "The caliber is large, extremely destructive power, something big happened tonight, I suspect, villains infiltrated, police got the messages, deemed it major, and invited the military." "Makes sense." "Logical." "Could it be the villains’ doing?" "Nonsense." "Exactly, how could villains have such weapons, even if they did, they couldn’t smuggle them in, even if smuggled in, they couldn’t bring them here, otherwise, only one possibility remains." "Our national security has a huge leak." "..." A large-scale gunfight occurred in Stockholm’s Capital, such explosive news can no longer be concealed, Stockholm police are having a headache, should they intervene, because the consortiums are involved. Moreover. This has obviously exceeded the police’s handling capability, the trust of netizens has made them ashamed, such weapons can be smuggled in, their work indeed has major oversight. Cannot shirk responsibility. If not handled properly. Many people will be dismissed, this is certain. If not. With so many hearing it, tomorrow’s Headlines may not be the Nobel Prize, no, not just Sweden’s Headlines, the World’s Headlines, will be ’forcefully’ taken by them. "Swedish Police Refuse to Intervene!" If such a title appears. Their reputation would be gone. "What to do?" "Intervene." "We need not make unnecessary sacrifices." "But.." "..." Arguing and commotion. Finally. "Intervene, position to guard around the battle area, lock down the region." If not, tomorrow someone will have to resign, additionally, the message from the consortium also indicated the same. "How dare they!" "But we still have to handle the aftermath for them." "Why?" "If it were regular weapons, we could blame smuggling, unavoidable indeed, but the exposure of such level weapons, many prominent figures will have to take responsibility." "And we can’t escape association either." Previously. Was adversarial. Now. They couldn’t help having thoughts of handling the aftermath for each other. For the consortium. For some people’s positions. This matter must be handled discreetly, the truth must be buried deep underground. They probably predicted we’d help with the aftermath, that’s why they fearlessly use such powerful weapons. ... United States. Washington. "Really stirring things up." "It’s beyond that, practically turning the place upside down." "Good." "Good what?" "At least there was no loss, otherwise we’d be more worried." "True." "..." Old Ford smiles wryly. These guys truly aren’t afraid of escalating things, but thinking about how last time they showed no face, today’s matter is not hard to understand, only, how to wrap this up? Last time. The ones suffering the biggest loss were his people, he ’considered the big picture,’ was not much pursued, yet this time, it’s the European consortium losing face, without sufficient Interests, it won’t end easily. Yes. Swedish police will handle the aftermath. But. Truly wrapping it up isn’t that simple. "Years ago, offended various Assassin Organizations, last month, practically declared war on our consortium, this time, let Kovalro suffer a big loss, can’t that girl give in a bit?" "Give in?" Old Ford snorts coldly. Same kind. He knows the consortium’s temperament well. Give in. Can only survive temporarily. If not giving in. Perhaps could be regarded with respect, this time, if not for knowing Gitti might be the actual controller of Transcription Fluid, and controls a country, he wouldn’t allow losing face. With hearts beating anxiously. They closely monitor the battle situation in Sweden. ... Huaxia. Shanghai Stock Market. "Such coordination, flawless." That movement. Repeatedly in front of Tang Qing’s eyes. Standard. Rapid. And the motion of covering the head, very skilled, of course, it’s not because they’ve kneeled too much, but trained well, these are the forces of the consortiums, similar to ’heavy blows.’ Dirty work and tough work. Previously were handled by Kovalro. Therefore. There aren’t many matters for them, similar to ’heavy blows,’ doing some basic tasks, information analysis, collection, guarding important places, usually leisurely. Two ammunition chains finished. Instantly. Two more ammo chains teleported over, the purpose of these things wasn’t enemy killing, but controlling the battlefield rhythm, otherwise, with a slight angle change, could clear hundreds of meters around. Actually. A bit of showing off was intended. No choice. Tang Qing had too many weapons in his hand, along with Magical Modifications, could be said to be piled into a mountain, yet there’s no place for their use, leaving them there won’t rust, but still a bit wasteful. No problem. Pull them out, use them, deplete the Ammunition Depot hardly decreasing. "Sigh!" Tang Qing sighed long. Inventory too much. Can’t use it up. He is helpless as well. ... On scene. Extremely quiet. A minute passed. ... Two minutes. ... Three minutes gone, the factory building riddled with holes, looks like a beehive, thankfully the factory building is sturdy, otherwise, normally doing this, with the strength of the factory building, couldn’t persist. "Go." Grit teeth. The elder ordered. Upon hearing. No one dares disobey. Get up. "Boom!" Three paths of fire tongues headed in different directions. "Get down." Instantly. Return to position. Heart frightened, how is there still Ammunition? That weapon terrifyingly consumes Ammunition, is there an Ammunition Depot here? Plus, how suddenly two more appeared. What’s going on? "How would I know." The elder muttered, just thought there was one, now three, three directions, sealing off all their attack positions, this kind of firepower, on a battlefield, can only call for support. But. How to support here? Artillery? Joking. Airstrike? Also possible, but he’s not determined to clear the target, he wants live captures, wants to know some useful information, plus, use fighter aircraft in Stockholm city? God. Even with consortium’s significant influence, must weigh carefully. This tail. Collecting it is far more difficult.