When the mercenaries arrived, Czymen Werenski crawled out with his knife.
"There are other humans here!"
After saying that, Czymen Werenski fell to the ground.
Blood continued to flow from his abdomen.
It dyed the asphalt on the ground red.
"What do we do now?"
The leading mercenary took out his walkie-talkie.
"Treat him immediately!"
The program team gave the order.
At the same time, the program team also cut off the live broadcast signal.
However, they never expected Cyzmen Werenski to be conscious.
In fact, he had been faking it.
Whoosh!
The blood-stained sharp knife flew through the air again.
A mercenary's neck was slashed.
Immediately, blood spurted into the air like a high-pressure fountain.
"Hold him down!"
Seeing that his comrade was about to die, the leader of the mercenaries became anxious.
The program team had unplugged the internet.
