Chapter 495

Chapter 495: The Yellow Sparrow is Behind

"Report, they have made their move. The Dragon Knights and Sally are currently safe. Should we provide cover?"

In the shadow of a street corner, four hundred meters from the restaurant, a young white man with chestnut-colored hair stood next to a steel garbage can, speaking softly. A wireless earpiece hidden in his hair picked up encrypted radio signals, seemingly untouched by nearby electromagnetic interference.

“‘Beret,’ don’t act rashly for now. The Dragon Knights should be able to handle them. The ones coming out are more dangerous than Rambo. If something unexpected happens, our European line may be exposed at a huge cost. Those bodyguards are not novices. As long as they can hold on until the action team arrives, we won’t need to worry,” said a young woman’s voice through the earpiece, speaking French just like the chestnut-haired young man.

“Understood, supervisor.”

“‘Beret,’ as long as you remain hidden, you can assist them a bit. Remember your duty; you’re not a warrior. Do what you’re supposed to do. The action team is arriving soon; they will handle it well.”

“Yes!”

The young white man from the intelligence personnel of the Foreign Affairs Department in China’s European division, Welbert Bernard, let out a sigh of relief. It seemed his prior warning had made some impact, and the situation was not as bad as he had imagined.

He didn’t expect those guys to arrive so quickly and immediately start shooting as soon as they got out of the car.

He glanced toward the restaurant, where the rapid gunfire filled the air. Four gunmen were almost instantly taken down, and as the two closest to the restaurant door fell to the ground, two offensive grenades rolled from their hands.

Oh no, that was close! If those grenades had landed inside the restaurant, the consequences would have been unimaginable. Luckily, they didn’t get a chance to pull the pin.

There were skilled marksmen inside the restaurant; Welbert could tell that the four shooters had been brought down by the same person.

Modern warfare often comes down to a battle of attrition where you trade fire for a long time, leading to only a few casualties. But taking out four in a split second? That could only mean one thing.

It was that guy codenamed “Dragon Knight”!

No wonder the supervisor sounded so unconcerned and even claimed they were capable of dealing with those outside.

Just then, a piercing police siren echoed from a distance, indicating that the French policemen were also on their way. Perhaps the members of the action team wouldn’t need to reveal themselves after all.

It seemed like they wouldn’t need him here. Welbert shrank back into the shadow, planning to find another position to observe. As the supervisor suggested, he wanted to find the right opportunity to take a cold shot—something he felt capable of doing.

Suddenly, a fireball screamed through the air from the direction of the Seine River at the end of the street, trailing a long white smoke tail under the streetlight before crashing into the area outside the restaurant where the gunmen were attacking.

Boom!

It sounded like a small explosion, sending shockwaves that shattered all the glass windows within a two-hundred-meter radius. Countless shards rained down from above, ringing with sharp and crisp sounds as they hit the ground.

The restaurant’s somewhat remote location had kept it under the radar, but the unusual explosions finally caught the attention of nearby civilians. A few passersby, realizing this was no drill or film shoot, fled in panic, their souls nearly leaving their bodies from fear.

The sounds earlier, resembling popping beans, were not fireworks or some other benign noise made by Chinese people, but deadly gunfire.

The explosion of the small missile prompted collective screams from those inside nearby buildings.

“No, no way! Is it the action team? The end is nigh!”

Welbert Bernard from China’s Foreign Affairs Department looked on, dumbfounded, as the gunmen maintaining suppressive fire toward the restaurant were suddenly bombarded by missiles from the direction of the Seine River.

Countless steel pellets, each the size of a finger, scattered across the street. The walls and ground were riddled with holes, and the gunmen, along with the vehicles parked on the street, were blown to bits. A few pellets even landed close to Welbert’s feet, releasing a faint smell of gunpowder.

What an overwhelming entrance! It felt as if they wanted to take out everyone inside the restaurant too.

But the next moment, Welbert’s expression changed drastically. The Yellow Sparrow was behind the mantis; the second wave of attackers was definitely not from the Foreign Affairs Department’s action team.

What could it be? Welbert Bernard could hardly believe what he was seeing.

A half-human tall tracked combat mechanical soldier burst out from several narrow alleys. Atop it rested a six-barreled Gatling heavy machine gun, and an orange-red guiding laser beam swept continuously over a group of armed personnel completely covered in camouflaged tactical armor, their automatic weapons equally equipped with guiding laser beams.

Buzzing filled the air as three small flying machines with five rotary propellers flew overhead. While it was unclear if they had weapon systems, the precise green laser beams swept left and right from above clearly indicated they were powerful reconnaissance tools on the battlefield.

The Foreign Affairs Department’s action team certainly did not have such weaponry.

Were they preparing to deal with aliens?

A huge crash resonated, but not an explosion. A massive water column erupted beside the Seine River, and a dark metallic machine body suddenly shot up from the cascading water.

“Ah! Ah! Gundam?! This world has gone mad! Large combat-powered armor, is this an alien invasion?” Welbert Bernard nearly broke down, hurriedly pressing his earpiece to call out, “Report, report! Unidentified armed presence detected—combat mechanical soldiers and powered armor! My God, it’s out of control! Supervisor, can the action team handle this? I…”

Boom!

A flash of fire erupted as a small rocket struck the garbage can beside Welbert, sending him flying from the explosion’s shockwave.

Just moments ago, a small flying machine with five rotary propellers had spotted someone standing in the shadows and fired a mounted small rocket that exploded with the power of a fragmentation grenade.

“Hello? Hello, ‘Beret’! ‘Beret’!”

Damn it! Welbert Bernard could hardly care for the calls in his ear. He struggled to crawl into an alley, fleeing without looking back.

Knowing how to escape was probably a skill that agents and intelligence personnel had to master, apart from pilots.

The ground trembled slightly as a two-story tall powered armor swiftly stepped onto the bank, and beneath the surface of the water, a large submerged machine slowly made its way toward the center of the river.

Even the French had no idea that someone was bringing such warfare to their very doorstep, attacking without restraint.

“Reinforcements!”

“We’re saved!”

“Thank Allah!”

Sally’s bodyguards, taking advantage of the smoke, cheered as they saw that a sudden missile had taken out nearly half of the gunmen outside the restaurant.

Perhaps hearing the bodyguards’ cheers and the sudden interruption of gunfire made the other guests inside the restaurant panic, running towards the doors while crying out to escape this terrifying place.

Just seconds before, the hail of steel pellets had injured nearly a quarter of the people inside the restaurant. One of Sally’s bodyguards had even lost an eye to the pellets, blood trickling grotesquely from the empty socket.

“Get down! It’s the enemy!”

Lin Mo’s Light Mirror Technique almost simultaneously revealed an unusual scene at the end of the street outside the restaurant, causing him to gasp in shock.

The ones in front were coming for Sally, and those fully armed high-tech fighters were certainly targets worthy of someone at his level.

“Abik! You protect Sally! They’re coming for me, and you’re not their match!”

As soon as Lin Mo finished speaking, the restaurant’s entrance seemed to erupt into a fierce storm. A barrage of gunfire blasted through, akin to a laser storm, reducing the few diners who had just reached the entrance to mush.

Several bodyguards caught off guard were swept away by the aftermath of this metal storm, one person instantly torn in half, while two had their arms broken.

Even wearing Kevlar bulletproof vests, they couldn’t fully withstand such a barrage.

“God! They’re trying to wipe everyone out!”

Abik’s eyes burned with urgency, and debris from the hail of bullets had left numerous cuts on his face. Though merely surface wounds, he looked like a demon emerging from hell.

He had faced many dangerous situations before, but nothing like today felt so hopeless, as if he could die at any moment. Adrenaline surged through his veins as he tossed a magazine to Lin Mo, shouting, “Knight! You protect the leader! I’ll draw their fire!”

He had already seen three tracked robots equipped with six-barreled Gatling guns charging forward, along with dozens of armed personnel in camouflaged tactical armor. Behind them loomed even more fearsome, larger robots. My God, how could anyone survive this? This wasn’t even necessary for killing a person.

He felt guilty for bringing trouble to the “Knight,” not realizing that this man’s troubles were ten times worse than theirs. The mere sight of these attackers could sweep through half of Gem Valley.

The ones that Lin Mo had defined as ‘the dishes’ were nearly wiped out at the door, while the others encroaching carried unknown fates. Those arriving next were undoubtedly slaughterers of a stunning caliber. The bodyguards’ 9mm round-nosed bullets had become practically harmless; despite their shooting accuracy, striking the tracked robots produced only sparks, and there was no hope against the larger machines behind them.

“We can’t stay here any longer; we need to leave fast.” Lin Mo had already spotted the large transport-powered armor revealing its rocket pod, noticing blunt-tipped warheads that clearly had automatic guidance systems. The air was filled with interweaving guiding laser beams, the very best in laser guidance.