Hilack ended the call with Clington and checked the time; it was already 3:35 a.m.

In another five or six hours, Chinatown in the 13th arrondissement of Paris will enter its busiest time of the year.

Because today happens to be the most important traditional festival in China: Lunar New Year's Eve.

For some reason, the thought of the great Gallic Empire suffering a disaster while the yellow-skinned monkeys living on this land were still celebrating the Spring Festival as if nothing had happened made Xilek's heart clench with pain.

Ironically, the one who brought this disaster upon his own country was none other than a yellow-skinned Asian.

Hileck felt a strong sense of déjà vu, as if his own home had been robbed, while the robber's blood relatives were throwing a celebratory feast in his house.

Hmph, those despicable Easterners!

Hilek cursed under his breath, then looked up at the several high-ranking military and political officials who were staring at him expectantly:

"Four and a half hours later, our good friend, the United States, will propose to convene a special meeting of the five permanent members of the Security Council."

"Inform the head of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs to ensure full communication with our mission to the United Nations and strive to secure the greatest possible benefit for our country through this meeting."

"Understood, I'll arrange it right away." Cabinet Minister Antoine stood up after hearing this and quickly walked out of the president's office.

"Furthermore, Secretary Daly, the rescue operation at the Alto Seine Air Base cannot be delayed for a moment; the whole world is watching."

"President, please rest assured, rescue personnel have begun to arrive at the air force base."

"Well, there's one more thing. I have a very strong feeling that the Eastern man named Lin Dong is very likely to cause trouble again."

The president's words made the atmosphere in the room even more oppressive.

Hileck sighed helplessly and continued:

"Therefore, in addition to rescue work, we must prepare contingency plans for the next disaster at this stage."

"I suggest that the whole country immediately enter martial law and cancel all celebrations and gatherings."

"Notify all major museums and key military and civilian sites to transfer cultural relics, treasures, important materials, strategic weapons, etc., to the national strategic underground warehouse as quickly as possible."

"Order the FIC to send enough men to keep a 24-hour secret watch on that farm called Saine in the southern suburbs of Paris, and mobilize all surrounding garrison troops to be ready for combat at any time..."

"The specific implementation plan will be jointly drafted by Defense Minister Ludarin and General Daly of the Army."

"Gentlemen, the situation is dire, and we have very little time left. I hope you can put aside your prejudices and work together to help the great Kingdom of Gaul overcome this calamity!"

After the president finished speaking, the several high-ranking military and political figures below nodded in agreement.

At this time.

The world's attention is focused on France, especially on the fashion capital of Paris.

These noble Western whites can no longer tolerate being humiliated and defeated once again.

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Four o'clock in the morning.

Lin Dong's Airbus A280 finally landed safely at the Sainn Farm private airport.

The plane arrived more than an hour later than scheduled.

Cheng Ye, who was extremely anxious, finally met his idol. He was so excited to be able to get so close to this important figure that his hands trembled slightly.

Lin Dong, dressed in a black suit, stepped off the plane, which had now returned to its normal, visible state.

Behind him followed three muscular flight attendant security personnel.

Lin Dong waved downwards, then walked down the gangway step by step.

Standing at the bottom of the gangway, Cheng Ye immediately felt an invisible pressure coming down from above.

The aura that important people possess is truly formidable.

In addition, Boss Lin had just destroyed an air force base and killed more than 2,000 people, so his murderous aura probably hasn't completely dissipated yet.

"Boss Lin, welcome to Paris to guide our work!"

"My name is Cheng Ye, the 'Ye' in 'corpses strewn across the fields,' and I am the head of the Paris Action Team of the Black Face Organization."

Seeing Lin Dong descend the gangway, Cheng Ye took the initiative to greet him, bowing and saying...

"Cheng Ye? The Ye where corpses littered the ground?"

Lin Dong scrutinized the seemingly harmless fat man before him with great interest, and suddenly felt that he resembled someone:

"Your name sounds impressive, and you look like one of my friends."

"You flatter me, boss. My parents gave me my name, but I decided which path to take. Uh... it's my honor to have a friend who looks like you!"

Cheng Ye was filled with excitement, and his pupils shone brightly.

"Not bad, haha... In terms of perspective, you're more capable than Ma Baorong."

Lin Dong's lips curved slightly, and he reached out his right hand to pat Fatty Cheng's round shoulder:

"Cheng Ye, a good name and a good person. I hope your future will be even more brilliant."

"Thank you for the praise, Boss. It is my great honor to join the Black Face Organization and follow the Dragon Gang. I will live up to your expectations!"

Holy crap, even his flattery is so sophisticated, just like Ma Baorong.

However, the fat man in front of us seems to be more wild.

You can tell just by looking at his gleaming eyes and the Beretta 93R submachine gun at his waist.

"Captain Cheng, please send someone to settle the crew first. The next few days will be very busy. Let's find a place to sit down, have some late-night snacks, and chat slowly."

Lin Dong withdrew his right hand from the fat man's shoulder and smiled with satisfaction.

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