"Ah, this smell, it's my old friend here." Greedy was sitting by the window on the second floor of the famous Flore Cafe in the Sixth District, looking out at the bustling streets.
This place is less than 20 kilometers away from the 13th arrondissement, but it seems like two different worlds. Even though Paris is no longer the most prosperous city in Gaul, the flowers are still blooming here.
Wolfgang rarely wore a formal suit, and his hair and beard were meticulously trimmed. He looked like a gentleman from the British Isles, and he fit in perfectly with the environment of the cafe.
Every brick and tile here is full of history. Like the city, it has become a part of Gallic culture through the influence of time.
It was once regarded by many celebrities as the best cafe in Paris, and someone even founded a literary award named after this cafe. The grand prize winner will not only receive a bonus, but also a one-year stay on the second floor.
white wine package.
Those signed coffee cups preserved in glass covers, deliberately aged, and some yellowed electronic photos, gave Wolfgang a sense of trance that spanned time.
At this moment, it seemed that he was not a greedy person who preyed on his own kind, but just Wolfgang.
This café, located on the corner of Avenue Saint-Germain and Rue Saint-Benoit, opened in 1887. When it opened, Wolfgang lived nearby.
What he liked most at the time was this position. At that time, he had just completed a trip around the world. Along the way, he traveled through mountains and rivers, drank hair and blood, and ate six of the same kind. His whole person exuded an aura that was incompatible with civilized society.
It was this coffee shop that allowed him to gradually regain his humanity. Here he discussed the doubts in his life with many philosophers, some of which he understood, and some that he did not understand.
But in short, the humanistic atmosphere here helped Wolfgang re-adapt to civilized society, and it was also here that Wolfgang finally reconciled with himself.
Yes, for a long time Wolfgang had considered taking the initiative to end his life. The separation of life and the fighting of human nature were the main colors of his life, until Wolfgang finally formed a unique outlook on life.
Just got rid of these.
It was here that Wolfgang finally concluded that he was no longer a member of the human race, but a more advanced species, like the relationship between Homo sapiens and Neanderthals.
"The taste of anger is very pure. You are finally no longer pretending to be angry." As if celebrating something, Greed raised his cup far to the southeast, tearing off the pretense of civilization and sipping the coffee in the cup as if drinking.
His beard and shirt were wet with brown liquid.
Greedy smashed the glass cover next to him, took out the coffee cup with his name on it, and said hello to the man in the electronic photo: "The face still looks pleasing to the eye."
Then he disappeared into the street under the watchful eyes of several waiters, who were obviously unable to stop a strong man like Greed.
The law enforcement agencies in Paris no longer care about such trivial matters. The telephone numbers of the law enforcement bureau and the city government are already being bombarded with calls.
Everyone wanted to know what happened to Losas' life. After all, that organization had actually detonated a nuclear bomb in a city. No one could regard such a threat as a joke.
Some Parisians have already dragged their families and families out of the city. The intersections out of the city are so congested that they move an average of two kilometers per hour.
More Parisians began to use their ancestral skills, put on their most stain-resistant clothes, wore scarves on their heads, carried schoolbags on their backs, gathered their friends and took to the streets to protest!
This is definitely the fastest response in Paris. While the Law Enforcement Bureau, the military, and the Homeland Security Bureau are still meeting to study the problem, they are already familiar with the intersections that are most likely to be congested.
These people joined hands to form a human wall, blocking the flow of traffic and people. Some people even went to work without even knowing what they were protesting for today.
These people act blindly as if letting others do nothing is the real purpose of their march.
This was only the initial stage of panic and chaos. The city had not yet lost order, the crowd had not lost their minds, and all the pioneer combatants who had once again put on the skin of Losas had not yet arrived.
In fact, there are less than thirty people in Paris at this time who can really be related to the Losas organization, and among them there are only five superhumans——
Two Paris-based pioneers, two converts, and an Advent evangelist.
"Aslan asked us to find a lively place to show up, and don't let the big fish get away." Trailblazer Faqi Parker looked at the command on his phone and looked helplessly at his companions.
He was a giant man whose height and weight exceeded the normal range. Just sitting there gave people a sense of oppression. Anyone who saw him would immediately realize that he was a superhuman being.
"Show me your show? I heard that the big fish is very dangerous. Did he tell me how much extra contribution points will be given for this mission?" The giant Khan Hamed Huntings was holding a barrel of protein powder in his hand, which looked like an ordinary
The fitness enthusiast held a shaking cup in his hand and shook it vigorously.
"Five times the contribution points of daily tasks, just show up, no direct conflict is required, what do you say?" Fazi looked at the task details released by Aslan: "It sounds pretty safe."
"Then let's take it. I'm still one thousand five hundred contribution points away from redeeming it for a high-end body. I've had enough of this body. They didn't say before that muscle growth would be accompanied by organ failure."
As Hamed spoke, he picked up the oxygen mask and took two deep breaths.
"Go to the Louvre or the Eiffel Tower?" Hamed asked again. He and Fawzy had worked together in the previous world. They were a very efficient small team. The only shortcoming was that they were too cautious and often ended up because of
Abandon the mission because the mission is dangerous.
"Go to the Eiffel Tower and hang the flag of Rosas there. It should be considered that we have completed the task. Mrs. Generosity hopes to retain more of the city's cultural heritage. Maybe she will be interested in the Louvre?" Fazi said helplessly.
He smiled and said, "Anyway, we can never guess what people like her think."
"Ha, the Most High, maybe they look at us just like we look at these natives." Hamed took another breath of oxygen: "Arrange some work for those natives, and don't let them idle. We need to complete all the preparations.
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Under the guidance of the drone, Tang Ji found the hiding place of the oscillator, a relatively complete temple-shaped building with exquisite patterns visible on the dark walls.
The heavy door was pushed open by Tang Ji, and he was greeted by bullets coming towards him.
The metal pellets ejected from the shotgun covered Tang Ji's upper body, but Tang Ji just stretched out his hand to cover his face and neck, letting the remaining pellets hit him and collide with the dragon scale armor without taking a step.
retreat.
When Trap saw that the bullet failed to harm the enemy, he turned around and ran away. As a member of the military's superhuman team, the most common task he performed was to arrest or eliminate various superhumans.
A simple point of view is circulated within the team, that is, any superhuman who cannot be eliminated by bullets is a big trouble.
The pistol stood behind a pillar and fired its bow left and right. The two rapid-fire pistols used the automatic rifle's rate of fire to cover the trap and retreated.
However, in the blink of an eye, Tang Ji strangled the trap and carried it in mid-air, blocking it in front and acting as a cover.
The pistol only hesitated for a second before killing his teammates. More than a dozen bullets penetrated Trap's body, but failed to cause any damage to Tang Ji.
"Why...didn't you trigger...my trap?" At the last moment of his life, Trap did not question his teammates, but looked into Tang Ji's eyes, showing unwillingness.
Tang Ji didn't speak, but the gray-black flames had been transmitted to Trap along the prosthetic limb. The originally invisible bomb in Trap's hand emerged as a solid outline in the flames, and then disappeared.
Trap's eyes widened, and he took his last breath. He used his own abilities to set up more than a dozen powerful traps here, but he didn't expect that the enemy's abilities were even weirder.
He glanced at the time with the pistol. He knew that his mission could not be completed. He instantly emptied the extended magazine, threw several smoke grenades in succession, and planned to escape through the reserved exit.
But a mere smoke grenade could not cause any obstacle to the current Tang Ji. He was faster and directly blocked the pistol's escape route, and solved this super human with one punch.
Then, Tang Ji finally saw the culprit who had caused him countless troubles, a white man sealed in a sky-blue crystal-like object.
The root of the slender columnar crystal is only as thick as a person, and becomes more and more slender as it goes up. Seven or eight buds seem to grow in different directions like branches, and the thinnest buds are only as thick as a finger.
The man, on the other hand, looked like he was asleep, just like the specimen in amber.
Tang Ji stretched out his hand, and gray-black flames surrounded his arm. The crystal was like ice in the sun in front of the flames of hatred, melting bit by bit, revealing the specimen inside.
As the flames of hatred spread, the entire crystal tree quickly melted, leaving only the man who still refused to wake up despite being held in Tang Ji's hands.
A loud slap woke the man up instantly. He opened his eyes wide, gasped for air, and screamed in pain, as if he had suffered a difficult childbirth.
Tang Ji left the man still on the ground, turned around, and a drone had handed a brand new communication device to his hand.
"I'm Tang Ji." He tapped the radio lightly, reconnecting with the world again.
"Listen to me, Tang Ji, this is a trap. You must stay calm and not let them succeed!" The first signal to come in was Wu Qianying, whose call authority was second only to Tang Ji's.
"I know this is a trap, it doesn't matter, I know it all." A wardrobe smile finally appeared on the corner of Tang Ji's mouth: "I just... can't wait any longer."
Wu Qianying fell into silence. It took more than ten seconds before she replied again: "You are a bastard! Tang Ji, you are a bastard! You must come back alive!"
Tang Ji hung up the call with Dr. Wu, picked up the struggling superhuman on the ground, turned around and left the temple.
"I know it's too late to advise you now, but you must stay calm. I asked my friends to help you. Don't be brave. If this is a war, deal with it in a war-like manner. This is not a personal grudge."
The call followed closely, and God knows how long he waited.
"I know, I'm very calm, don't worry about me, old man, worry more about yourself, old man, don't die on a woman's bed." Before hanging up, Tang Jicai said: "Thank you very much."
Next, there was Mikkelsen who jumped in line. Considering that the equipment Ethan was using was provided by him, this behavior of jumping in line was completely acceptable.
"I believe you should understand that this is their trap to hold you back, but considering the despicable methods they used, I'm afraid there is a fire pit in front of you, so you have to fill it up and step over it." Mikkelsen gave a rare pull.
Two common sentences: "I envy your love story, but I still want to say that the best choice now is to leave there and don't hand over the initiative."
"Find a way to support me. You said this is a total war and it will start sooner or later. Why can't it be today?" Tangji interrupted Mikkelsen's nonsense: "Right here, for everyone to see.
Let’s see part of the real image.”
"I know that I have already mobilized my strength, but that is the European Union, my strength is limited, and the enemy has an advantage." Mikkelsen simply replied: "I can provide two ten-man squads,
They are all well-trained superhumans, but you have to ensure that jealousy will not intervene again. I don’t want to give my subordinates to him as toys to play with.”
"If he blocks my way, I guarantee he will regret it." Tang Ji nodded: "But you don't have enough people, I really need more."
"I'm talking about the force that can arrive in Paris within two hours. If you can persist for six hours, about a hundred conventional armed forces will arrive. They can help you clean up the surrounding areas of the battlefield." Mikkelsen
He continued: "I arrived with them, forty people."
"You are better than I thought, Mikkelsen." Tangji asked: "We have always suspected that you are arrogant, so tell me, are you?"
"I also want to ask you how you determined your identity. Will someone tell you when you awaken that you are one of the Seven Deadly Sins?" Mikkelsen asked, "Can you tell me?"
Tang Ji didn't know how to answer this question, because the first person to tell him this identity was the prophet, and she directly revealed her identity.
Then, that strange system described his identity in text. As for how the other Seven Deadly Sins determined their identities, he really didn't know.
He felt that he was a special case and might not be able to answer Mikkelsen's question.
"You have to find the answer yourself, Mikkelsen." Tang Ji hung up the call and connected to the next person.
"We are already on the plane, head on, with all the equipment." Anthony's voice came from the other side: "Except for Sirte, everyone else is here. We will fight with you to the end."
"That's right! Fight to the end!" Martin and Tony's duet came after Anthony.