Zinell felt that today must be the darkest moment of his life.

There were clouds in the early hours of this morning.

The moonlight can even be seen above the clouds in the sky.

But why did he still feel a sense of immense terror, like dark clouds looming overhead and him falling into an abyss?

The violent explosion at the oil depot shattered all the windows of the command building.

The raging fire was threatening to spread to the surrounding buildings.

Although they were still several miles apart, the situation was dire, and the personnel in the command center had to evacuate urgently.

The alarm blared loudly.

The lights inside the building flickered incessantly, and a panicked flow of people surged towards the main entrance on the first floor like a tidal wave...

Supported by an adjutant and two guards, Zinell staggered out through the crowded throng, the surrounding noise and firelight unable to dispel the deep darkness in his heart.

Although there were many people walking in the passageway from the fifth floor to the first floor, their retreat was not too slow.

When Zinell and his group arrived on the first floor, they found the lobby packed with people.

What's wrong with these people? Why have they all stopped moving?

"Please make way, let the general pass!" the adjutant shouted as he had two guards help Ziner squeeze through the crowd.

Upon seeing that it was their immediate supervisor, the large group of staff quickly parted to make way for them.

With so many subordinates in front of him, Zinell couldn't very well let the guards continue to support him.

He pushed the guard's hand away, straightened his slightly disheveled general's uniform, coughed lightly, and strode toward the gate.

Along the way, he saw faces filled with despair and fear.

Until you reach the very front of the crowd.

Stand still and look up.

Ziner's eyes widened immediately.

He finally understood why the crowd had stopped, and why those people had looked like they had lost their parents.

He is now standing less than 20 meters from the gate exit.

But no one dared to cross this short stretch of road.

This is because hundreds of booby traps and more than 10 large time bombs have been planted along this section of the road.

On the time bomb's display screen, rows of red numbers were flashing.

Those with sharp eyes can clearly see that string of red, deadly numbers.

Countdown to bomb explosion: 1 minute 24 seconds.

Ziner felt a chill run through his body, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

With so many people in the building, there simply wasn't enough time to evacuate them in such a short period of time.

Being blown up or burned to death is still death.

But being able to die a quick and painless death can sometimes be considered a blessing.

Because, even more painful than this is the situation of counting down the seconds in despair and waiting to die.

How desperate and devastating that must be!

It was only then that Zinnell realized that, in addition to the booby traps and time bombs, two corpses dressed in flight suits were hanging from the lintel of the command building.

"It's Leo and Franfi!"

Among the people standing behind him, many recognized the identities of the two corpses.

They were the two ace pilots, Mirage 1 and Mirage 2, who went missing tonight.

How... how did their bodies end up here out of nowhere?

Who hung it up?

With a deathly pale face, Zinell finally understood everything.

The Alto Seine airbase was looted.

The military camp was damaged.

The oil depot was bombed.

It was all done by that legendary Eastern man.

Now, this person has set his sights on the command center of the entire air force base. He not only wants to kill everyone in the building, but also wants to destroy their spirit!

Such ruthless and insidious methods!

God, what kind of devil have we provoked?

Ziner closed his eyes in despair.

Even if we were to send a group of people to clear the way first, or have everyone go back to the second floor and jump out of the windows in batches, it would be too late.

If that man was able to stop them, he must have an even more powerful plan.

Who knows, there might be bombs planted in every corner of this building, inside and out...

Tonight, everyone in this building will die!

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Eight minutes later, Lin Dong boarded the Airbus A280 that had landed on the runway.

He glanced back at the Alto Seine airbase, which was engulfed in flames and black smoke.

The corners of her mouth curled up slightly.

You little punks, let's see if you dare to send out fighter jets to hunt me down again.

I'm in a rush tonight, so I'll just collect some interest first.

Once I get to Paris and settle in, I'll settle the score with you all.

After boarding the plane, Lin Dong returned to the cabin lounge, found a sofa, and stretched comfortably.

Xiao Rong and five other beautiful flight attendants had been waiting for a long time. She thoughtfully picked up a white hot towel from the tray and gently applied it to Lin Dong's face.

"Mr. Lin, is the towel at the right temperature?"

"Hmm, not bad."

"Mr. Lin, shall we take off now, or wait until you've rested a bit?"

"Tell Captain Song to take off now, fly according to the original plan, and re-contact the landing site."

"Okay, Mr. Lin."

......

After Xiao Rong left, the face mask on his face gradually cooled down. After a while, Lin Dong took off the towel and wiped his hands.

Another pretty flight attendant next to her tactfully stepped forward, picked up the tray, and took the towel.

"Mr. Lin, would you like some wine or a beverage? I'll get it for you." The pretty flight attendant smiled, revealing two small dimples on her cheeks.

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