(The last 500 words are repeated parts and will be revised within ten minutes)
As a major country in the European Community, Paris, the capital of Gaul, has been, is, and will be a city that human civilization cannot bypass in the past, present, and foreseeable future.
It has a long history. Every street, every streetlight, and even every turn has its own story. It was once synonymous with fashion, but unfortunately this impression has become part of history with the end of the corporate war.
Those new cities that are piled up with new technologies, new materials, and new design concepts can bring people higher efficiency and better living experience, and gradually steal the spirit of the entire city.
But the Thirteenth Arrondissement is different. It is the sore of Paris, a stain that the Gauls have covered under the rug, unmarked on any map, and no news about it has ever seen the light of day.
Parisians hide the 13th arrondissement under their long skirts, not wanting anyone to discover it. In fact, if you ask some Parisians under the age of 30 about the 13th arrondissement, they may have only heard about it. After just a few words, one might even suspect that it is just part of an urban legend.
But in fact, there are only half a million people living in the 13th arrondissement. Many of them are desperate poor people, debtors, street kids who have caused big trouble, wanted criminals, etc.
The other part is the aboriginal people of District 13, who are the survivors after the nuclear explosion, as well as all the children who were born and grew up in District 13.
These people are the main members of the Taha Gang. Before the nuclear explosion, the Taha Gang was just an 'inconspicuous' smuggling criminal group within the European Community, but now it has been given more meaning.
District 13 is the 13th District of the Taha Gang. Gaul betrayed this land. The Taha Gang has a bloody feud with this country...
The Taha Gang is dormant...the Taha Gang is patient...the Taha Gang is waiting, all for revenge.
In the past twenty years, the Gallic government and many corporate forces have tried to spread their influence into the Thirteenth District, but they have failed without exception.
The Taha gang can always find their tentacles and hang them outside the wall of District 13. This is true for a spy, a tactical team of ten people, and a rapid reaction battalion of five hundred people.
Of course, the scene that day was much more lively. The Taha Gang had to hang the soldiers on the city wall in batches. The scene once reminded Parisians of the guillotine during the Revolution.
The Gallic government has long ago chosen to ruin it. They have endured District 13 for decades and don't care if it continues to exist.
But capital couldn't bear it. They watched the 13th arrondissement occupying the most valuable land in Paris without being able to generate any profits. This was even more uncomfortable than putting them in a frying pan.
The hired mercenaries once poured into District 13 like sea water, and then there was no news again. They also tried to use nuclear bombs to purify the area again, but the nuclear bombs that had been loaded into the plane disappeared mysteriously, and the boxes containing is the mastermind cut into a hundred pieces.
Eventually, people had to get used to the existence of District 13, just like in the past, isolate it, and then forget about it.
Until today, the peace was broken. Dozens of superhuman beings who were nominally affiliated with the Gallic government broke through the isolation zone and crossed the 30-meter-high isolation wall by showing their magical powers.
Organa witnessed all this. She was standing at a hidden entrance leading to the underground. Two masked men with guns were guarding here, allowing those who came to enter the underground in an orderly manner.
One of the men pointed his gun at Organa, his eyes very calm, as if the collapsing buildings not far away and the whizzing javelins did not exist: "Stand there, don't move!"
Another gunman said a few words into the walkie-talkie, and then walked around behind Organa. The two soldiers kept a distance of more than five meters from Organa in a tacit understanding, and at the same time they were at an angle of 150 degrees to the other party. It would not affect each other's trajectories, and Organa would have to use two distractions.
"I'm not on the same side as them!" Organa only had time to say this before the soldier who was talking to her had already opened fire.
Organa's whole body flashed with golden light, and a layer of somewhat illusory metal armor appeared to block the bullet for her. And she herself did not hesitate, crossing a distance of five meters in two steps, and knocked down the soldier who fired with one punch. .
But another soldier had the same reaction. He didn't care that his ballistic range included the civilians who were entering the underground passage. He directly squeezed the trigger and vented his firepower.
Organa's illusory armor quickly fell apart under the bullet attack, but when she threw the dagger and nailed it to the soldier's head, he finally lost the ability to fight back.
At this time, three or four accidentally injured civilians were already lying on the ground at the entrance. However, this obviously did not affect others. There were still a few survivors who rushed here and entered the underground without hesitation.
No one cares about the corpses on the ground. These people have long been accustomed to this kind of life.
Perhaps the sound of gunfire attracted the killer in the air. Organa saw the silver alloy angel circling under the sun, turned around and slipped into the underground passage.
But this time she was more careful. When passing by a corpse, she pulled off a cloak that looked like a raincoat from the other person's body and threw it on her body haphazardly, covering most of her face.
When she entered the depths of the passage, a whole group of Taha gang soldiers, led by a man who was obviously much stronger than normal people, passed her by.
The strong man at the head was wearing a military green tight-fitting vest and camouflage pants. He had thick hair and two giant teeth growing from the bottom up at the corners of his mouth. He looked like a live wild boar.
"Superhuman?" Organa lowered her head even further, blending in with the refugees and continuing downward.
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"Mr. Tang, we have ten minutes to pass over District 13." The flight attendant reminded Tang Ji and handed him a mobile phone: "The followers of the Lord of Happy Dreams will continue to guide you below. Lord I hope that if we have a pleasant cooperation this time, we can meet you again in our dreams.”
"Tell her not to even think about it." Tang Ji put away his cell phone, hung all his equipment on his body, and shouted to the team members: "Get up and get ready to work!"
"Remember your mission. This mission is very special. I don't need you to confront the enemy head-on. They are all superhumans below. Protect yourself first!" Tang Ji emphasized their mission to Shadow and Saint. This time it is truly He is the only one in the action team.
Tang Ji still remembered the consequences of the last time the team accidentally fell into the influence of jealousy, and he didn't want to do it again.
When faced with jealousy, Tang Ji can't trust anyone but himself.
"We will land alive on the sentry tower on the giant wall. I have studied the buildings in District 13. My gun can penetrate most of the buildings. My strike range is within two kilometers." Shadow nodded: "If you keep going deeper, we'll follow you."
"I know, I know, Mikkelsen's people have contacted me, and he helped us get a suitable car. Just like before, I will complete my work in the mobile base station." Ethan finished speaking. He patted Miwako on the shoulder and said, "Be careful when driving. I'm counting on you!"
Miwako pushed Ethan's hand away with some excitement and snorted coldly: "I hope you don't vomit in the car and choke to death on your own vomit."
"Damn, I really like her face!" Ethan turned to the saint and whispered to the saint: "I swear, she is my muse!"
The saint glanced at Miwako, then at Ethan, with a strange facial expression, and gave Ethan a thumbs up.
Tang Ji didn't care if someone in the team was having an office romance again. After he once again confirmed that the equipment was fine, he opened the cabin door suddenly according to the stewardess' direct gaze.
The whole plane immediately shook violently, and then Tang Ji jumped out without looking back. Shadow and Saint followed closely behind, and Miwako closed the hatch with force.
This thing was not designed to let people get off the plane halfway. The pilot spent a lot of effort to stabilize the aircraft, but it also missed the optimal landing height and could only re-circle and climb to a high enough altitude to descend again.
This caused Ethan's air support to be delayed for fifteen minutes before it could come online, and Miwako could only check her equipment over and over again.
This was her first day joining Tangji's team. As a result, she encountered a missile attack in the morning. The enemy airborne into the area and used a large amount of heavy firepower and robots.
And that night, they crossed half of the world, parachuted above the enemy's head, and planned to pay for their debt with blood.
This was too exciting, and Miwako suddenly realized that Tangji and his team members had received relevant training. Even the loser Ethan could use that quick-response gel to complete a quick space, which gave her a sense of crisis. .
"You are wrong about one thing." Ethan pointed out a mistake of Miwako: "The people who attacked us during the day and the people we attacked at night are not the same group of people. Of course, they may have the same boss behind them."
"I don't understand." Miwako frowned and looked at Ethan, waiting for him to explain.
"Those who attacked us during the day are the men of players and planners." Ethan swallowed, not knowing how much he should explain, so he could only briefly introduce: "And the ones under our butts now are from another group. Call me, I wonder if you have heard of the Seven Deadly Sins?"
"The seven most powerful superhumans in the world are jealous. He can control the will of others at will. Just by looking at you, you become his toy soldier." Ethan showed off his knowledge: "Of course, he It used to be affiliated with Africa, and the European Community was originally the territory of another seven deadly sins, greed."
Miwako was confused by these names. She had just accepted the existence of players, and then turned around and was told that there were also higher castes among superhumans.
"Anyway, the Seven Deadly Sins are all awesome!" Ethan was very satisfied with Miwako's expression and took the opportunity to whisper in her ear: "It is said that the head is the rage in the Seven Deadly Sins. I have seen him covered in flames. Bunker Got it!"
? ? ? Miwako had more questions. She began to wonder if the Arabai Intelligence Department had been away from the mainstream world for too long and was so closed-minded.
On the other side, Tang Ji dived all the way as he hugged the earth, and had already seen the desolation of District 13. The high blockade wall separated the inside and outside of the wall into two worlds.
The lights outside the wall were bright, but the inside was dark, with only the occasional flash of explosions illuminating the surroundings.
As the altitude got lower and lower, Tang Ji saw more explosions and firefights, and they became more frequent. There were even a few tongues of fire on the ground, which was the Phalanx air defense system locking on the flying target and firing.
But it was so dark that he couldn't see the locked flying object, so he could only guess from the speed that it was some flying superhuman.
In the sky above District 13, there are at least three to four flying superhuman beings being chased by tongues of fire.
In mid-air dozens of meters above the ground, Tang Ji could already smell the smell of gunpowder smoke filling the air.
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...(The following is a repeated part, revised before 12:30)
The lights outside the wall were bright, but the inside was dark, with only the occasional flash of explosions illuminating the surroundings.
As the altitude got lower and lower, Tang Ji saw more explosions and firefights, and they became more frequent. There were even a few tongues of fire on the ground, which was the Phalanx air defense system locking on the flying target and firing.
But it was so dark that he couldn't see the locked flying object, so he could only guess from the speed that it was some flying superhuman.
In the sky above District 13, there are at least three to four flying superhuman beings being chased by tongues of fire.
In mid-air dozens of meters above the ground, Tang Ji could already smell the smell of gunpowder smoke filling the air. The lights outside the wall were bright, but the inside was dark, with only the occasional flash of explosions illuminating the surroundings.
As the altitude got lower and lower, Tang Ji saw more explosions and firefights, and they became more frequent. There were even a few tongues of fire on the ground, which was the Phalanx air defense system locking on the flying target and firing.
But it was so dark that he couldn't see the locked flying object, so he could only guess from the speed that it was some flying superhuman.
In the sky above District 13, there are at least three to four flying superhuman beings being chased by tongues of fire.
In mid-air dozens of meters above the ground, Tang Ji could already smell the smell of gunpowder smoke filling the air. The lights outside the wall were bright, but the inside was dark, with only the occasional flash of explosions illuminating the surroundings.
As the altitude got lower and lower, Tang Ji saw more explosions and firefights, and they became more frequent. There were even a few tongues of fire on the ground, which was the Phalanx air defense system locking on the flying target and firing.
But it was so dark that he couldn't see the locked flying object, so he could only guess from the speed that it was some flying superhuman.
In the sky above District 13, there are at least three to four flying superhuman beings being chased by tongues of fire.
In mid-air dozens of meters above the ground, Tang Ji could already smell the smell of gunpowder smoke filling the air. The lights outside the wall were bright, but the inside was dark, with only the occasional flash of explosions illuminating the surroundings.
As the altitude got lower and lower, Tang Ji saw more explosions and firefights, and they became more frequent. There were even a few tongues of fire on the ground, which was the Phalanx air defense system locking on the flying target and firing.
But it was so dark that he couldn't see the locked flying object, so he could only guess from the speed that it was some flying superhuman.
