Chapter 819: Chapter 445: Alpha is also the Law! Physics is also the Principle!!
Venice Water City, a beautiful city.
Consisting of 118 small islands scattered in the lagoon, waterways are the most common ans of transportation here.
In front of a 39-year-old coffee shop, a few leisurely young n are sitting on rattan chairs, enjoying the rare sunshine.
Beside them are several large snakeskin bags, bulging with unknown contents.
Today is a special day, it’s the opening day of an art exhibition in Venice, and many artists will co to either display or appreciate the artistic creations of their peers.
François Pinault is the initiator of this art exhibition.
In the eyes of the public, he is a successful businessman, and also a businessman with a strong artistic flair.
He manages the Kaiyun Group.
Many people might not know this group’s na, but they should recognize these other nas.
Balenciaga.
Christie’s Auction House.
He acquired both.
In 1990, which was just last year, François successfully acquired Balenciaga and is preparing to transform it into a top luxury brand.
The art exhibition is also paving the way for Balenciaga.
However, beneath this glamorous exterior lies the dirty business involving children.
François including his son, particularly enjoy sponsoring artists with peculiar tastes for children, massively publicizing them, and using it as a selling point on Balenciaga’s promotional posters.
One word.
Disgusting!
Minutes later, a grand parade of boats appeared on the canal, carrying the people participating in this art exhibition, including François Pinault and his son, Henri.
The noise grew from distant to near, quickly enlivening the entire area, with onlookers gathering by the river to watch the buzz.
Though other regions were witnessing shocking events, seemingly it didn’t affect here.
Nor should it.
Right?
Right…?
As the crowd grew, those leisurely young n didn’t join the fun, instead used the gathering as cover to open the snakeskin bags beside them, suiting up with ard equipnt.
“Alpha 17 confirms target appearance.”
“Gamma 3 received, sniper team ready to fire anyti.”
“Not Gamma 3, this ti you’re just for clean-up shots, it’s our Alpha 17’s turn to shine!!”
They are new mbers of the xico Special Service Bureau team, excelling in various aspects at the training center, otherwise, they wouldn’t qualify to enter the service bureau.
But ever since joining, they had no opportunities to perform.
Too many!
Too many people wanted to advance!
To the extent they almost broke heads fighting for a task in the service bureau.
But this ti is different.
This ti, there are so many tasks that they almost laugh out loud.
Targets are worldwide.
Using excellent rit delivered to their door, they couldn’t be happier.
Now seeing a target, they’re like red-eyed gorillas.
Today, they ca here just for one thing.
Kill!
Turn things upside down with chaos!
François Pinault is their priority target.
They won’t spare his son either.
Because neither father nor son is good.
Once his son François Henri takes over, he blatantly supports those artists fond of children.
Among them are children statues with male organs and anuses replacing noses and mouths.
Also chained, extre, distorted children!
And dismbered human bodies.
Simply sinister!
Such people deserve the harshest punishnt!
The crowd has peaked, the art exhibition officially opens.
Everyone gathered around François and his son, eagerly displaying their ‘artworks’
Among them was a man with a little mustache, his eyes curved into a hook shape.
His artwork was a painting, depicting a child holding a dismbered human body.
François and his son looked enjoying and imrsed, as though they’ve entered so ultimate realm.
Beng!
A fierce gunshot suddenly shattered the lively atmosphere.
The painting, along with its author, was blasted into pieces.
Barrett M82
Caliber 12.7mm, equipped with high-explosive shells has a critical effect.
The artist is a pri example.
Blood mixed with bone debris and entrails splattered everywhere.
François and his son, closest to them, were splattered in the face.
“Look, this is the real damn art!”
The sniper from Gamma 3 Team, located in a building three hundred ters away, proudly flaunted his marksmanship.
The spotter slapped his head, shouting: “Stop flaunting! Keep shooting! Alpha 17 Team said, apart from François, we can take a share of everyone else!”
“Understood!”
The sniper instantly focused, re-aiming at targets in the art exhibition.
There are fifty, if not twenty to thirty of such perverse artists in the venue.
Taking down one is an achievent!
“Soone’s dead!”
Inside the art gallery, after a brief silence, the terrified cries of people echoed.
The entire scene turned chaotic instantly!
People fled everywhere, so cowardly artists were wetting their pants, hiding behind their artwork displays.
Those wooden display cabinets are like paper in front of the Barrett, one shot one destruction blast!
“There’s gunfire! Call the police!”
“Call the police, my ass! You want to call, you call!”
So ignorant, terrified people thought about calling the police.
Would calling the police be of any use?
How could those people co? By boat?
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