8 p.m.

The fighting in District 13 became even more intense.

At the northwest intersection of Aaron Street, several hundred members of the Gray Wolf Gang and the Fuqing Gang fought fiercely with the GIGN special forces team that ambushed them for nearly an hour, but ultimately they were no match for them and suffered heavy casualties.

Fortunately, at that moment, Lanso's stealth troops arrived.

Given the nature of this madman and warmonger, how could he possibly let go of the opportunity to confront a special forces expert?

Without saying a word, this guy led the more than 400 people he brought and stormed into Aaron Street like a gust of wind.

......

As the most elite special forces unit in Gaul, the GIGN is armed to the teeth:

G36 assault rifle, M249 squad automatic weapon, Glock pistol, PSG1 sniper rifle

Bulletproof vests, night vision goggles, dedicated military communication devices, tear gas, flashbangs, F-1 lemon grenades...

Moreover, whether in terms of individual combat capabilities or team tactical cooperation, they are among the best in Europe.

Unfortunately, what they encountered tonight was not an ordinary gang, nor were they mercenaries in the normal sense.

This group of madmen just massacred most of Sicily.

With its complete invisibility, bulletproof capabilities, and fearlessness, it gained a significant advantage as soon as it engaged GIGN in battle.

In the darkness of street fighting, no matter how advanced the weapons and equipment or how strong the tactical skills, nothing beats the ability to become invisible.

In small-scale battles on the battlefield, stealth is the biggest advantage.

Imagine you're leading a team, cautiously groping your way forward in the dark along a dimly lit street.

Suddenly, dozens of AKs came firing from behind. When you found cover and turned around to fight back, you found more than 200 grenades raining down on you from above.

After a brutal bombardment, even those wearing bulletproof vests suffered heavy casualties.

Before they could even catch their breath.

"Bang!"

From the rooftop of a nearby building, the muffled sound of a sniper rifle rang out again.

More than a dozen sniper rifles, like the Grim Reaper, picked off the targets one by one, each shot a headshot.

Throughout the entire ordeal, you didn't even see a glimpse of the enemy, nor did you know where the bullets came from.

How can we fight a war like this?

......

35-year-old GIGN assault captain Teodiyan was leaning against the back of a van, panting heavily.

Fifteen minutes earlier, his 6th Squadron was ambushed here by an unknown force.

Of his 32 men, only three are still alive:

He himself, Arthur, the machine gunner sitting on the right side of the rear of the vehicle, and Dave, the sniper hiding behind a pile of bricks and tiles 20 meters away.

Arthur's painful groans grew weaker and weaker.

Tyadion knew that Arthur, whose right leg had been blown off, was doomed.

Excessive blood loss is beyond saving, even by divine intervention.

"Arthur, hold on, I'm calling for backup..."

Halfway through his sentence, Tyadyan realized that his military communicator was no longer receiving any information from any units, except for static.

"Our communication channels... have been jammed!"

"Sir, surrender... surrender. If you want to get out of here alive, tell the people above... don't mess with these people anymore, they're a bunch of devils."

Arthur spoke weakly, grabbing the captain's trouser leg, which was stained with a sticky, wet patch of blood:

"I...I can't go on, Captain...you...you should surrender. The Kingdom of Gaul doesn't need heroes..."

"They...they're not gangsters, they're not mercenaries, they...they're truly devils!"

"Cough cough..."

After a while of coughing and panting, he finally fell silent.

"Arthur! Arthur!" Teddy An trembled violently, leaning against the back of the van, and slowly collapsed to the ground.

He turned his head and glanced at the machine gunner who had just died. He closed his eyes in despair.

Yes, were they really dealing with a bunch of devils?

"No, no! Don't kill me! I surrender! I want to surrender!"

"Bang!"

Trembling, Taudioan heard Dave's terrified shouts 20 meters away, followed by a sudden gunshot.

Taidiaoyan felt even more desperate; the last member of his team was gone too.

Huh?

Why does my forehead feel so cold?

It's like having a gun pointed at your fingertips...

Tyadyan suddenly opened his eyes, but in the darkness, he saw no one.

I vaguely saw a black trench coat fluttering about half a meter in front of me.

Ghosts? Demons?

"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting. On the battlefield, we do not accept any form of surrender."

"Please remember my name, I am Lanso. I speak seven languages, including a little bit of Gaul. Our Black Face Organization is the most professional."

"Sir, please set off on your journey with peace of mind. You'll have many companions along the way, hehe..."

"Bang!"

These were the last sounds Thodian heard in this world before his head lolled to the side and he plunged into an endless abyss of darkness...

....................................

Outside the 13th arrondissement, 112 Leclerc tanks, arranged in three rows, completely surrounded the entrance to Rue Yveline and Boulevard Masséna.

"Boom! Boom! Boom..."

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