"Bye~"

After the blond young man who called himself "Brother Qian" hung up the phone, he said goodbye to a young girl next to him, and then began to carefully look at the surrounding situation.

If the person on the other end of the phone knew what he had been doing in the past few days, he would definitely spit out blood - he said he was busy with business, but since "Brother Qian" of the "Source Corps" came here a few days ago,

Since the times have awakened, I have been picking up girls in this "romantic city"!

However, the blond young man did not lie to the person on the other end of the phone, because this was the easiest way to collect intelligence in his opinion.

In this turbulent era, "a sense of security" is the rarest resource. After all, no one knows in the next second whether they will be torn apart by a group of dueling monsters that emerge from the ground, fly down from the sky, or travel from another dimension.

Fragments - the money and power that human society once relied on are as fragile as a newborn baby in the face of this unknown fear.

Under this situation, not only the ordinary people, but also the ladies, eldest ladies, and strong women who were usually protected by the powerful, became frightened, which gave "Qian Gege" an opportunity to take advantage of.

While humans are afraid of unknown monsters, "Brother Qian" can easily drive away this anxiety by relying on his own strong strength, which makes him unbeatable in the emotional games these days.

At the speed of light, he learned about this era, the characteristics of this city, and their uneasiness, as well as the uneasiness of mankind in this era, from one woman after another.

Because he accurately selected the prey's birth, family, and social network, the blond young man quickly learned a lot of valuable information. If he had not had time to find a man who was powerful and good, the progress of "Qian Gege" could still be made.

A little faster.

This was all very important information to him, and there was no further communication - "Brother Qian" only wanted their information, not their bodies.

After kicking away another lady who had pious expectations for his false promise of safety, "Brother Qian", who had a general understanding of the current situation, was already planning to start the next step of his plan.

When the blond young man arrived in Paris, the city was already in chaos. The reason why the virtuous Paris citizens have not yet torn down the government gates is simply because there are still many duelists still fighting in the sky. No,

A few police officers are still trying to maintain order.

Watching one after another "Mounting Duel Sky Mode" unfold between the IFD duelists and the trouble-making duelists and mysterious intruders, the dueling elves fiercely collided, which made most of the Paris citizens...

While I was frightened, I was also embarrassed to backstab these front-line soldiers at this time.

But now, with less and less good news and more and more bad news, panic has finally penetrated into everyone's heart.

More and more people are beginning to ignore the government curfew and rush to the streets. Some decide to enjoy themselves in the apocalypse - such as the captives in the previous "Qian Ge Ge" emotional game - and some are performing traditional performances, hoping to

Use demonstrations and other actions to force the government to come up with a perfect plan.

This is completely unreasonable, because when it comes to this kind of "supernatural invasion", countries in the world now, let alone crossing the river by feeling for the stones, are pretty good if they can cross the river with their balls in their hands. How can it be done scientifically in just a few days?

What is a plan that is reasonable and can convince the people?

But it cannot say anything, so the French government can only ask people to stay at home and not cause trouble to frontline workers.

There is nothing wrong with this, but the panic caused by the "unknown" cannot be hidden.

So Paris is in turmoil. Not only citizens who are uneasy about the future, but also foreigners who come to the city to travel, work or study abroad have taken to the streets to demand an explanation from the government.

Modern Paris can definitely be regarded as an international metropolis, and one of the characteristics of international metropolises in Europe is that there are many people speaking different languages.

The blond young man walked on the turbulent streets of Paris, and his sensitive ears heard at least a dozen languages. For example, a couple running by was cursing in Spanish this era of frequent accidents, and the riots ruined their beautiful vacation.

The Duel Monsters showing off their power in the low altitude also made it impossible for them to fly back to their homeland at this time.

Of course, the situation may not be much better after flying back...

"The languages ​​on this planet are still so complicated." The blond young man shook his head, "It's the same as in the past... Forget it, if the information the city official's mistress told is correct, the archives on the 33rd floor of the IFD building is the most likely

Where the 'Tower of Babel' files are hidden."

The IFD European headquarters building in front of the blond young man has been surrounded by panicked Paris citizens. They are impatiently asking IFD to open this "shelter", but it is obvious that this is just forcing people to do something difficult.

"As long as we master the core node of 'Oliha Gangtoritos', we will win most of the battle."

"Brother Qian" casually threw away a bottle of drink, then he thought for a moment and snapped his fingers.

A slender figure wearing a blue cloak jumped out of the shadows and half-knelt behind "Brother Qian".

"Brother Qian" didn't look back and said directly to the visitor: "It's you... I remember that you are Naxiu's maid, right? How are your dueling skills?"

"Compared with your Majesty, I am as humble as dust." The maid said in a steady voice: "I don't know what your order is?"

"Well...level is not important, what is important is the courage to die."

"My subordinates are willing to sacrifice at any time."

"Well, let's go attack the tower."

"yes."

————Chaos No.103 Divine Burial Ling Niang Mu Yong——————

Since all the elites from ZONE are on the front lines in various parts of Europe, there are only three or two kittens left in the IFD headquarters building.

And today is even worse. After the "maid" rushed into the IFD building, knowing that the guy was a criminal, the terrified Paris citizens followed like a tide, which made the IFD's already scarce manpower even more stretched.

The IFD staff were very angry. These guys rushing in now are just adding to the chaos; but they couldn't do anything. After all, they may have realized that this is one of the few places that can provide a sense of security. They rarely smashed or robbed, but just sought

Shelter. So we can only cooperate with the police who came in to maintain order, hoping to get these guys out as soon as possible.

The manpower is at the bottom, and the citizens of Paris who are pouring in need a sense of security. The IFD can only send out the few duelists currently to calm their emotions, waiting for the government's mass incident experts to come quickly - they have actually been there for a long time

We set off, but the road was too congested and the car's tires were punctured by fireballs falling from the sky, so we never arrived.

Lacking people and combat power, the "maid"'s breakthrough was naturally smooth. However, she did not go to the 33rd floor where the files were stored, but rushed straight into the small garden on the top floor.

At the entrance of the small garden, the "Maid" met the first duelist who dared to stand in front of her, Grace Fa, one of the "Gemini" of the IFD European branch and a former member of "Gurus".

Then he killed this diamond-level master with three strikes, five strikes, and two strikes.

"Who...are you?!"

These were the last words of Grace Law. Of course, the "maid" had no need to answer. She coldly turned her opponent into a card. When she was about to tear it up, a gust of wind picked up and blew the card away.

Then, a small hand pinched Gracefa's card.

"Conspirators have many purposes, but their methods have never been anything new in my eyes."

The "Oldest King" Gill, who has been watching the scenery on the top floor of the European branch all year round, raised his hand and sorted the cards transformed by his subordinates into a card album he carried with him - his expression was still so cynical.
Chapter completed!