Half an hour ago, Lin Dong received a confidential fax from Feng Zi.

Inside is an architectural diagram of the Lozère Province National Strategic Underground Warehouse.

Lin Dong found it a bit strange. Even if Tianyan (the Sky Eye) was incredibly powerful, it wouldn't be possible to obtain such confidential underground building structure diagrams in just over ten hours.

unless......

According to Fengzi's explanation on the phone, he was able to obtain this picture entirely thanks to the Skynet hacker organization under Chen Jiajun.

A hacker team based in Hong Kong, using intelligence provided by Skynet, broke through the highest level of network firewall of the French National Security Center in just 9 hours and deciphered this important blueprint from a massive amount of hidden files.

With this blueprint, Lin Dong's plans in Paris could be implemented ahead of schedule.

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North of the 13th arrondissement, at the intersection of Rue Yveline and Boulevard Masséna.

It has now become a ruin.

The flames roared, and the thick smoke made the cold night sky even darker.

As early as when the gunfire began and the first dozen or so buildings collapsed, residents living in the area rushed out, dragging their families towards the relatively safe Piazza Italia.

The Qingtian Gang and the Razor Gang, who were defending the area, also received a retreat order from Lu Ye after losing nearly a hundred men.

When Cheng Ye first formulated the plan, he had anticipated this situation.

If the situation escalates, the Paris authorities will likely use heavy weapons, at which point their defensive perimeter will have to be tightened accordingly.

Faced with tanks and cannons, no matter how many of these Chinatown gang members there are, they wouldn't be enough; they'd just be cannon fodder if they charged in.

Like his superior, Lansuo, Fatty Cheng was ambitious and warlike, but not stupid.

A direct confrontation is unrealistic, so let's play to our strengths and avoid our weaknesses.

Given the complex terrain of District 13, if the enemy's armored forces dare to penetrate too far, his stealth legion of about 700 men, together with Lanso, will surely be able to hold them off for a while.

"Captain Cheng Ye, this is Lan Suo. The trouble on Aaron Street has been resolved, and we are now moving towards Piazza Italia."

What's the situation on your end?

It's Leader Lanso!

Finally, good news came through Cheng Ye's communicator.

"Chief, I'm on the roof of the Choisy Church. The situation here is not good. The Gallic army has deployed tanks and armed helicopters."

Cheng Ye answered truthfully:

“The entire one-kilometer defensive line to the north has fallen. My men will stay at the intersection of Choisy Street and Evelyn Street to ambush and take out the tanks and those flying metal lumps first.”

"Are there many tanks coming?" Lanso's tone was clearly excited over the communicator. "How many armed helicopters are there?"

"Reporting to the commander, the enemy should be the 9th Armored Brigade of the 89th Division Garrison, with 112 Leclerc tanks, at least 24 howitzers, and 120 infantry fighting vehicles."

"The number of attack helicopters is no less than 35. The enemy has not approached, so the unit's designation cannot be determined."

"So intense?" Fatty Cheng seemed to hear Lan Su licking his lips. "This feast will keep me full for days!"

"Chief, I only have 200 men here. Even if we can become invisible, fighting on two fronts will be difficult..."

"Don't be afraid! I'm here, aren't I? Cheng Ye, you better stay put, I'm bringing men over to support you right now!"

"Um... alright then, leader... the boss said that our people should try not to take the initiative to attack, and keep the enemy tied up in District 13."

"Okay, okay, stop being so wishy-washy. How are you going to drag this out if you don't really beat these bastards until they're really hurt?"

"......"

Cheng Ye was unable to refute, and had no choice but to admit defeat.

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The Leclerc tanks, divided into 20 formations, slowly rolled over the ruins ahead with creaking tracks.

Along the way, apart from a few scattered anti-tank mines in the ruins, they encountered virtually no decent resistance.

Occasionally, the bodies of Chinese people can be found under the broken walls and bricks, covered in blood or charred black from fire.

These Asian faces all look pretty much the same; it's hard to tell if they're gangsters or ordinary people.

The Gallic soldiers sitting inside the tanks didn't care about this.

In war, how can there be no deaths?

Besides, this is on our own soil. What does it matter if a thousand or a few hundred Easterners die?

Who told you to stay here and refuse to leave?

......

On Evelyn Street, the tank at the very front suddenly slowed down.

The thick, long main gun barrel on the turret slowly turned to the right.

"Alex, 3 o'clock, 100 meters away, 40 degrees of elevation, there's a flash behind that window, fire a shot."

"good!"

"boom!"

"Boom!"

A fireball instantly engulfed the darkness a hundred meters to the right front of the tank.

Thick smoke billowed as a four-story building collapsed with a crash, instantly shearing off half of it.

"Well done, Alex! Let's keep going and crush those yellow-skinned monkeys under our wheels."

"Alright, Lernado, if we don't crush them, we'll blow them up, hahaha..."

"Long live the great Gallic rooster!"

......

Inside the tank, Lernardo, whose brain was surging with dopamine, suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

Before he could react, he felt dizzy and was pulled into a dark, deep hole.

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