threaten!

If it weren't for the fact that Brest represented a powerful company that even had the support of an entire country, perhaps this place would have become a corpse long ago.

In the oil business, ruthlessness is the way to survive, and the Hunt brothers have never been soft-hearted towards anyone who has the delusion of taking over the Hunt Brothers Company.

Those who are soft-hearted would have long since turned into mummies buried underground or sunk into the sea, disappearing without a trace.

Facing the threat from the Hunter brothers, Brest said indifferently,

"Mr. Hunter, you need to know what's going to happen next? Soon, the war will burn here,"

Brest pointed his finger outward and continued.

"By then, all the oil wells here will be reduced to ruins. Of course, these are also the enemy's assets. What do you think will happen then?"

Charlie Hunter frowned. He knew what would happen. The war would destroy everything. All the oil wells would be destroyed in the war. What about him? Even if he survived, he might lose everything.

"I don't know what will happen, but one thing is certain..."

Reed Hunter said grimly.

"If we accept that check, we will definitely lose everything. Damn it, that's not a check, it's robbery!"

While his brothers were cursing Brest, Charlie Hunter just smoked his cigar silently. He stared at Brest, thought for a long time, and then said.

"One hundred thousand dollars! It really is like robbery. Even if those drilled wells were sold as scrap metal, they would be worth more than this."

Yes, it's robbery!

Using $100,000 to buy an oil company with dozens of oil wells and an annual output of more than 100,000 tons is absolutely blatant robbery, but it is robbery by civilized people.

No matter how much money you have, you have to pay it back. As long as you pay it back, it is not robbery!

Facing the accusation, Brest smiled and said.

"Yes, it can be sold for more money, but are you sure that when everything here is destroyed and occupied by the Empire, the scrap metal will still belong to you?"

He took out a silver cigarette case from his arms, took out a cigarette, tapped it on the cigarette case, lit the cigarette and took a puff, then Brest spoke slowly.

"No, you won't even get a single nail. Don't tell me about mining rights or anything like that. To the occupying forces, these are all bullshit and worthless. You will lose everything!"

After that, Brest ignored the angry Hunter brothers and looked at them with contempt. What are these so-called oil tycoons? They are all ruthless and cruel. None of them is clean. Where do their wealth and oil fields come from? They are obtained by plundering!

In order to obtain the right to exploit an oil field, they can kill the entire family of the landowner. In order to seize the oil field, they can blow up the opponent's oil wells. In order to get oil, they will do anything.

They killed, they robbed, they took advantage of others.

Now, they were facing a group of stronger people, and compared to these robbers, the company was undoubtedly civilized - at least the company used money to buy their oil wells.

"Damn it! I'd rather blow up all the oil wells than let you guys take them away!"

Reed Hunter's curse did not bring any response, and the boss Charlie Hunter continued to smoke his cigar silently.

The Hunter brothers...once upon a time, they were ruthless characters feared by everyone in Los Angeles, but what about now?

They were like ants, having no power to resist when facing a powerful giant. But Brest enjoyed it all. He smoked quietly, as if waiting for the decision of the Hunter brothers. While smoking, he looked at his watch and nodded slightly.

Although he said nothing, Charlie Hunter could see that Brest's patience was limited. He had had similar experiences in the past. At that time, Reed had almost opened fire while he was waiting.

"One hundred and fifty thousand dollars."

Finally, Charlie Hunter made a decision.

"Charlie!"

Reed was surprised.

"Why should we sell the company to them? They can't, can't..."

What can’t I do?

Brest didn't even look at Reed, but spoke directly.

"Charlie, you should know that you have no bargaining power at all!"

Charlie Hunter was stunned, and then anger surged in his heart. His hands even trembled with anger. With a cigar between his fingers, he glared at the Mexican in front of him.

As for Reed, he was speechless. Charlie had sold the company as scrap metal, but the other party had no intention of bargaining at all, and even told them - you are not qualified!

At this moment, the Hunter brothers almost simultaneously recalled the scenes of their past plundering. At that time, when facing those farmers and ranch owners, didn’t they have the same attitude?

However, things have changed now and it is their turn to enjoy this treatment.

"Mr. Brest."

Charlie Hunter took a deep breath.

"I would rather destroy everything than let you blackmail us!"

"Yeah?"

Brest glanced at the other man, then stood up, put on his hat, and spoke.

"Mr. Hunter, you know where to find me. I'll be very busy these days. If you've made up your mind, call me."

When he finished speaking, Brest didn't even pay attention to the Hunter brothers' surprise, and just got up and left.

"Damn it! I would rather destroy the oil well myself than sell it to them!"

Charlie's decision was naturally supported by Reed, and then Charlie said.

"Reed, send two men to keep an eye on that guy and see what he does next."

When saying this, Charlie felt a little uneasy. Why did he feel uneasy?

After all, it was because he had done so many bad things that he felt the other party would not let it go. In the next two days, Brest had been communicating with large and small oil companies in Los Angeles. He simply offered a price lower than scrap metal to buy at the bottom. Naturally, no company accepted his offer.

Charlie Hunter said, smoking a cigar, after learning that Brest was rejected by other companies.

"Humph, who does he think he is? He actually wants to take away our oil fields. This is simply a dream! Even if the Ming people occupy this place, what can they do? Can they take away all of our oil wells?"

Just as he finished his words, an air raid sirens suddenly sounded outside the window, and soon a warning came over the radio, requiring everyone to enter the air raid shelter immediately... This was not a drill.

"Damn it, what's going on?"

As Charlie looked out the window at the sky, an employee ran over and spoke loudly.

"Plane, the Empire's bombers are coming..."

bomber?

The Empire's bombers! Charlie seemed to understand in an instant, and he cursed loudly.

"Damn Ming devils, they want to blow up our oil fields!"

To be precise, it was to blow up the Hunt brothers' oil fields, because his oil wells... were connected in a chain, killing the chicken to scare the monkeys, and sometimes, this was necessary.

Amid the sound of air raid sirens, Brest, who was in the hotel, smiled and stared at the drilling wells that looked like a dense forest in the distance, and talked to himself.

"Well, soon they will understand that these oil fields... are worthless."

During the war, these oil fields that made a fortune were nothing more than targets for bombing. They were basically a pile of worthless scrap metal.

"Now you know why you sold it."

As he finished speaking, flames rose from the drilling rigs in the distance, which looked like a dense forest. A violent explosion swept across the entire steel forest...