"Xiao Jia, are you okay?" Lin Chuan hurriedly embraced Song Xiaojia.
"I... I thought you left." Song Xiaojia was still shaken.
"How could I leave?" Lin Chuan shook his head quickly, saying, "Don't worry, I won't go."
"Really?" Song Xiaojia looked up at Lin Chuan.
"Even if I were to leave, I would take you with ," Lin Chuan nodded.
At this mont, Amu Xi quickly said, "Lin Chuan, we've really done it now. Ramsey's Guards are aware that he's dead."
"What's there to be afraid of?" Lin Chuan sneered, "We need to hurry back to the Presidential Palace now!"
"Okay!" Amu Xi nodded.
While there was still so ti, Song Xiaojia hurriedly used the key to unlock the cages, releasing everyone. These people were Ramsey's opponents, so were international peacekeeping police, all proficient with weapons. There were many weapons in the cell, and Song Xiaojia hastily urged everyone to take the weapons they were comfortable with, ready to fight back at any mont.
A group of people had just rushed out of the main gate when they imdiately encountered the soldiers at the door launching a gunfire attack.
Fortunately, Amu Xi and Lin Chuan were at the back of the crowd, and a few dark-skinned soldiers who rushed out first were hit hard on the spot, so imdiately dropping to their knees. Screams were heard. Lin Chuan hurriedly pulled Song Xiaojia, saying, "Don't rush, let handle this!"
After saying that, Lin Chuan took the gun from Song Xiaojia's hand, then silently sneaked towards the direction of the gate.
Outside, several soldiers equipped with rifles were lying in ambush. Clearing their line was going to be tough. However, if they didn't exit from this location, once Ramsey's Guard responded, they would likely be in a tight spot.
Lin Chuan must figure out a way to take them all down.
Outside the gate, a few heads peeked out from behind cover. Lin Chuan was hidden behind a window, and the soldiers outside focused all their attention on the gate, failing to notice Lin Chuan by the window.
Bang bang...
Suddenly, two shots rang out, and the two soldiers behind cover fell on the spot.
This unexpected turn of events stunned the enemy, causing a few soldiers to panic. At that mont, Song Xiaojia shouted loudly, "Charge!"
"Roar roar..." Dozens of dark-skinned warriors imdiately rushed out with firearms. So unard individuals also sward out. The opposing few soldiers simply could not withstand so many people's encirclent, and in the blink of an eye, they were surrounded.
"Kill them, kill them!" The dark-skinned warriors yelled.
Song Xiaojia hurriedly rushed forward, shouting in English, "No no, we can't kill them."
A group of people looked at Song Xiaojia, asking confusedly, "They killed our brethren, we must have our revenge!"
"Ramsey is already dead," Song Xiaojia hurriedly said. "The one who killed your brethren was Ramsey, it has nothing to do with them. They were rely following Ramsey's orders, so please, give them a chance to reform."
The group quieted down. They respected Song Xiaojia, and since Song Xiaojia said so, naturally everyone had to follow her lead. Two dark-skinned soldiers stepped forward to tie up the others, then threw them back into the cell at the rear, effectively imprisoning them.
"Lin Chuan, what should we do now?" Song Xiaojia asked.
"Let's go to the Presidential Palace," Lin Chuan said. "We must take control of the Presidential Palace, and then we'll have the chance to turn the tables. Otherwise, we stand no chance at all."
"Hmm," Song Xiaojia nodded, saying, "You're right, but it seems like there's a fierce gun battle happening in the direction of the Presidential Palace. What's going on?"
"That's Amu Xi's n engaged in fierce combat with Ramsey's guards at the Presidential Palace," Lin Chuan quickly said. "We must go and support them imdiately, otherwise, their small number is no match for the guards."
"Okay!" Song Xiaojia imdiately nodded.
Fortunately, there were dozens of capable warriors in the prison, which was like a blessing from above. Moreover, the dozens of warriors led by Amu Xi had also given significant help, otherwise, as soon as Lin Chuan killed Ramsey, the guards would have rushed over imdiately. It was Amu Xi's warriors who detained the guards, giving Lin Chuan the chance to rescue Song Xiaojia. A small kindness should be returned with a fountain of gratitude. Now was the ti to support Amu Xi in a counterplay.
Whoosh whoosh...
A group of people rushed quickly towards the enemy.
In no ti at all, this group had surged to the entrance of the Presidential Palace.
Outside, Amu Xi's holy warriors were pressing their attack against the Presidential Palace. The fighting was fierce and the battle was intense.
"Charge!" Amu Xi called out.
Roar roar...
A band of black warriors charged at the weapons, their casualties grievously heavy.
Amu Xi gritted his teeth and roared, "May Allah protect us, don't let the people of darkness seize the master's position."
Lin Chuan quickly vaulted over the periter wall from a corner and rushed inside. The sniper inside soon aid at Lin Chuan, and after several gunshots, Lin Chuan dodged the bullets with bizarre steps and charged towards the Presidential Palace a hundred ters away.
This hundred ters was a line of death, a distance that equals death. If he crossed it, then Lin Chuan would be safe. If not, he could only fall on the path of the charge. Lin Chuan's silhouette was incredibly ghostly, his form incredibly swift, to the point where the sniper perched on the rooftop got confused; the target's speed was simply beyond his expectation. The target was impossible to track through the scope.
"Damn it," the sniper cursed through gritted teeth.
"What do we do?" his assistant asked urgently.
"Keep aiming," the sniper gritted out.
Then, the two continued to lock onto Lin Chuan. Regrettably, by the ti they tried to locate him again, Lin Chuan had already vanished from their sight. This sent the two into a genuine panic.
Lin Chuan rolled on the ground and imdiately rolled into the corridor outside of the Presidential Palace. The corridors paved with white marble were quite beautiful. Unfortunately, Lin Chuan was in no mood to appreciate these things at the mont. The post-war Presidential Palace felt even more desolate.
The surroundings of the Presidential Palace were filled with Ramsey's Guards, who had been steadfastly defending the building, waiting for the holy warriors stationed several kiloters away to co to their aid.
Bang Bang...
Without any hesitation, Lin Chuan used his rifle to snipe the holy warriors, hitting each one accurately, each shot creating a burst of blood plasma.
Whizz Whizz...
Several bullets rushed swiftly toward Lin Chuan. A sly smile crossed the corners of Lin Chuan's mouth as sparks and dust flew up from the marble in front of him. The marble, fragile under the barrage of bullets, quickly bore pitted craters, kicking up clouds of white powder. Under the high-speed impact, the marble crumbled into dust.
Lin Chuan took out a bullet and quickly loaded it into the magazine.
Ratatat...
The bullets swept out again and there was no need to ntion Lin Chuan's accuracy; even with a rifle in hand, not a single bullet was wasted.
Under the cover of Lin Chuan's gunfire, Amu Xi's holy warriors quickly stord into the Presidential Palace. This ti, the guards inside imdiately lost their geographical advantage and found themselves in a weak position, being encircled.
"Damn it," Amu Xi cursed through clenched teeth, "So of my holy warriors died again."
"It doesn't matter, once you control the Presidential Palace, the three thousand holy warriors outside will be yours," Lin Chuan snickered.
Upon hearing this, Amu Xi suddenly got interested, excitedly saying, "You're right, once I control this Presidential Palace, I'll be able to command the three thousand holy warriors outside. My power will be able to grow stronger and stronger."
"Exactly," Lin Chuan nodded.
"Dark Wolf, I really owe you one this ti," Amu Xi said excitedly.
"The job's not done yet," Lin Chuan hurriedly replied, "Let's get things sorted out first before we talk."
"Right!" Amu Xi imdiately nodded in agreent.
Afterward, a group of people launched another attack, breaking through the main gate, and everything that followed seed much smoother. It didn't take long for Amu Xi's forces and those rescued from captivity to quickly breach the defenses of the Presidential Palace. The guards inside the Presidential Palace scurried to hide. After more than an hour of searching, they finally captured them all.
Standing in the hall of the Presidential Palace, the unique opulence was truly heart-stopping. It was simply the most stunning cathedral imaginable. With its huge do ceiling inlaid with gold, silver, and jade, and the walls adorned with glittering murals, it was extrely luxurious and awe-inspiring.
"So beautiful," Song Xiaojia exclaid.
"This is the Presidential Palace," Lin Chuan smiled. Although it wasn't his first ti here, he still felt a sense of awe revisiting the place, a feeling that was both shocking and exhilarating.
"It would really suit being a wedding church," laughed Song Xiaojia.
"How about we get married here one day?" Lin Chuan joked.
"No way!" As soon as Song Xiaojia heard that, her face imdiately turned red and she glared at Lin Chuan, saying, "Who's going to marry you?"
"Hahaha..." Lin Chuan laughed heartily.
Amu Xi was extrely thrilled, as it was unexpected for him to take over the Presidential Palace so readily. Gripping Lin Chuan's hand, Amu Xi said, "Dark Wolf, I really have to thank you this ti."
"No, I should be the one thanking you this ti," Lin Chuan smiled, "If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have been able to rescue Song Xiaojia."
"Mutual help!" Amu Xi laughed loudly.
At that mont, a bare-chested black soldier rushed in hurriedly, shouting, "Leader, it's bad, it's really bad."
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