On the roof of the Élysée Palace, Lin Dong fired three man-portable missiles.
With a sense of lingering satisfaction, he retracted the missile rack from his shoulder into his storage compartment.
He looked up at the fireball falling from the night sky and grinned.
After venting my anger, most of the frustration in my chest finally subsided.
I feel much better now.
Others might think that assassinating the president of a major power is simply a fantasy.
But Lin Dong was not afraid.
They've gone so far as to use nuclear weapons to bully us; how can we tolerate this?
If we don't kill him quickly and thoroughly, how can we justify the dozens of hours he spent suffering underground?
He withdrew his gaze from the sky, glanced at the armed crowd gathering below, and scoffed disdainfully:
"A bunch of ants!"
Immediately afterwards, he acquired an HK MP5 submachine gun.
The figure, hidden in the darkness, vanished in an instant.
The most despairing thing about facing a cheater with spatial abilities isn't what weapon he'll pull out next, but rather his seemingly endless supply of ammunition.
Intense gunfire erupted in the corridor of Building 3.
But it only lasted for three seconds.
The long staircase was piled high with corpses.
Before the other guards and soldiers who had just rushed downstairs could even realize what was happening, bullets came flying at them.
"Da da da... da da da..."
Submachine gun bullets can penetrate the skull or pierce the heart.
It was so accurate it was unbelievable.
Just one glance.
More than ten more corpses lay on the ground.
Aside from hearing gunshots, these people couldn't see the assassins at all, and even if they fired wildly, it posed no threat to their target.
The gunfire continued, extending to the other two buildings. Inside and outside these buildings, anyone standing was quickly mowed down by bullets...
A desperate scream pierced the thick darkness of the night and carried far.
No one ran away.
Because they simply cannot escape.
Lin Dong's shooting movements were too fast, and his movement speed was even faster.
In the mountainous region of Lozère province, he wiped out an army of more than 5,000 men in just nine minutes.
The number of people in the Élysée Palace isn't even enough to fill his teeth.
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That night.
Soldiers and police patrolling the streets of Paris, as well as troops stationed outside the city, were all inexplicably attacked by mysterious figures.
Gunshots and explosions echoed throughout the city of Paris.
After the smoke and fire subsided, no one survived.
None of the troops carrying out martial law duties expected to encounter a killing machine.
Moreover, he was a bloodthirsty god of war.
Half an hour later, the fighting, which had spread from the city center to the outskirts, finally came to a complete stop.
Fires and thick smoke were everywhere in the streets and alleys of Paris.
Thousands of cold corpses lay scattered haphazardly in and around the city.
Anyone who walks the streets with a gun will not escape this massacre.
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Reporters from various media outlets who were interviewing in District 13 a couple of days ago responded to the news.
They were all horrified by the horrific scene before them.
That's terrible!
That's so inhumane!
In the history of Paris, no! In the history of all of Europe, when has such a horrific massacre ever occurred?
Although all those who died were soldiers or police officers.
That's precisely why it's even more terrifying!
What kind of power could kill thousands of armed people in half an hour?
News of the massacre in the mountains of Lozère province has not yet reached us.
But the devastation in Paris tonight will surely make headlines in major media outlets tomorrow morning.
The reporters had even come up with headlines:
"The Butcher of Paris: Slaughtering Thousands of Soldiers in One Night!"
Horrific Massacre: Paris Massacred by a Mysterious Force!
Who tore away the veil of shame from France after the Paris Massacre?
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Chinatown, 13th arrondissement.
An abandoned residential building.
Lan Suo and Fatty Cheng were eating a spicy hot pot.
Under the dim light, the red oil and chili peppers in the hot pot looked especially tempting.
The two had already eaten half of the tripe, beef aorta, fatty beef, and duck intestines on the plate.
They barely touched the lotus root slices and green vegetables.
"Chief, there's such a big fight outside, shouldn't we go out and take a look?"
Fatty Cheng's black cloak trembled a few times in the heat.
Opposite him, the man in the black trench coat was no exception, trembling even more violently.
"Hmph, do you think I don't want to? The problem is that we're told to keep quiet for now and wait for Boss Lin's message."
Fatty Cheng reached out with his chopsticks and picked up a piece of fatty beef from the steaming hot oil in the pan:
"I believe the boss is still alive. Maybe he's the one who caused all the commotion in the city!"
Lanso nodded: "Hey, that's quite possible. Listen to the gunshots and the noise. It's not a battle between two armies. It's most likely a fight against overwhelming odds."
Fatty Cheng agreed: "Ha, the boss is still alive, then Gaul is in trouble."
"No, it's the whole of Europe that's in trouble, including the Americans!"
"That's it, that's it, wait? The gunfire outside seems to have stopped... so quickly?"
"You think you're only just realizing how powerful the boss is, Fatty Cheng? Once the boss makes a move, wiping out this bunch of idiots won't take long..."
"Chief, haven't I witnessed something new again? Hehe..."
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