Chapter 358: Tower Charge

"Bye~"

After the blond youth 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 done in the past few days, he would definitely spit out blood - he said he was busy with work, but since "Brother Qian" of the "Source Number Legion" woke up in this era a few days ago, he has been picking up girls in this "romantic city"!

However, the blond youth 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, "sense of security" is the most scarce resource. After all, no one knows whether they will be torn into pieces by a group of duel monsters that drilled out from the ground, flew down from the sky, or traveled from another dimension in the next second - the money and power that human society once relied on are as fragile as newborn babies in the face of this unknown fear.

In this situation, not only ordinary people, but also noble ladies, young ladies, and strong women who are usually protected by power have become frightened birds, which gives "Brother Qian" an opportunity.

When humans are afraid of unknown monsters, "Brother Qian" can easily drive away this anxiety with his own strong strength, which makes him invincible in the emotional game in the past few days.

He learned about the characteristics of this era and this city from one woman after another, as well as their anxiety and the anxiety of humans in this era at the speed of light.

Because he accurately selected the birth, family and social circle of the prey, the blond young man quickly learned a lot of valuable information. If it weren't for the lack of time to find a man who is powerful and likes him, "Brother Qian" could progress even faster.

These are all very important information for him, and there is no further communication - "Brother Qian" only covets their information, not their bodies.

After kicking away another noble lady who had a pious expectation for his false promise of safety, "Brother Qian", who roughly understood the current situation, has already planned to start the next step of the plan.

When the blond youth arrived in Paris, the city was already in chaos. The reason why the martial-minded Parisians had not yet demolished the government's gate was entirely because there were still many duelists fighting in the sky, and many police were still trying to maintain order.

Watching one "Mount Duel Sky Mode" after another unfold between IFD's duelists and the troublemakers and mysterious invaders, and the fierce collision of duel elves, most Parisians were frightened and embarrassed to be a traitor and backstab these frontline fighters at this time.

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

More and more people began to ignore the government's curfew and rushed to the streets. Some decided to enjoy themselves in time under the doomsday - such as the captives in the previous "Brother Qian" emotional game - and some performed traditional arts, hoping to force the government to come up with a perfect plan through demonstrations and other actions.

This is totally unreasonable, because now all countries in the world are trying to cross the river by feeling their way through this kind of "supernatural invasion". How can they come up with a scientific and reasonable plan that can convince the public in just a few days?

But they can't say nothing, so the French government can only let the people stay at home and not cause trouble for the front-line personnel.

There is nothing wrong with this, but the panic brought by the "unknown" is definitely unconcealable.

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

Modern Paris is definitely 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 who ran over were cursing this era of frequent accidents in Spanish. The riots destroyed their beautiful vacation, and the duel monsters showing off their power in the low sky also prevented them from flying back to their homeland at this time.

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

"The language on this planet is still so complicated." The blond young man shook his head, "Just like before... Forget it, if the intelligence said by the alderman's mistress is correct, the archives room on the 33rd floor of the IFD building is the most likely place to hide the "Tower of Babel" archives."

The IFD European headquarters building in front of the blond young man has been surrounded by panicked Parisians. They are eager to ask IFD to open this "shelter", but it is obvious that this is just forcing people.

"The core node of "Olihagangtolitos", as long as we control it, we will win most of the battle."

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

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

"Brother Qian" said to the visitor without even turning his head: "It's you... I remember you are Nashu's maid, right? How good are you in dueling?"

"Compared to the Lord, I am as humble as dust." The maid said in a steady voice: "What are your orders?"

"Well... Level is not important, what matters 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 Muyong——————

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, and 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 were simply 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 Paris citizens 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. Instead, she 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 "Gulus".

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" Gil, 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, But there was already a hint of threat in his tone, "Article 196: He who plucks out the eyes of others will also have his eyes plucked out."