On the tall building, Fang Qing looked at Leia's head and smiled. “Little sister, look. Sometimes, you don't have to kill someone with your own hands. Especially when an enemy is capable of causing us losses, you need to use your head.”
Fang Shui looked at her older sister with a face full of admiration. She was truly worthy of being her big sister—she was just too smart. Why couldn't she have thought of that?
Fang Qing's lips curled up slightly as she basked in her sister's admiration.
In this era, an original supernatural being was truly terrifying, especially given the data released by the Nanming Kingdom.
A Tier 4 existence could easily destroy a city with a population of a million. With this kind of strength, any ordinary supernatural being wouldn't dare get anywhere near them.
On the busiest street in the capital of a neighboring country, the street was brightly lit, with a sea of people bustling about.
Bang!
Suddenly, an explosion rang out from nearby, followed by dense gunfire that was abruptly cut short after just a few seconds.
The explosion drew the curious gazes of many people toward that direction.
“Help! Someone is trying to kill me! Save me, please!” a terrified scream echoed from down the street.
Many passersby turned their heads toward the sound, only to see a middle-aged white man wearing a burgundy suit, blood dripping from his forehead, running in sheer panic.
“Isn't that Prime Minister Owen?!” The faces of the passersby changed drastically upon taking a closer look.
Wasn't this a major political figure who frequently appeared on the news? How did he end up in such a state?
“Someone save me! I can grant you whatever you want—money, status, power!” Owen bellowed in a panic, seeing that the crowd had not yet reacted.
At these words, a dozen or so burly men in the vicinity immediately stirred.
“Your Excellency Owen, I will protect you!” a young man pulled out a pistol and shouted.
Owen looked at him and was just about to run over.
Bang!
A gunshot rang out, and the young man's skull was blown apart.
“You useless trash actually think you can protect him?” a dismissive voice drifted from behind.
An Asian youth walked up from behind, holding a pistol, looking at Owen like a predator eyeing its prey.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The youth fired several shots into the air. The bullets had only traveled a few meters before automatically curving in mid-air.
Pfft! Pfft!
The people who had shouted about protecting Owen were gunned down one by one by the curving bullets.
“Ah!”
“Run!”
“Murder!” With so many people dying in an instant, panic spread rapidly, and the entire street descended into chaos.
Owen wanted to use the chaos to escape. He only needed to hold out for one more minute, and reinforcements would arrive.
Pfft!
The next second, a bullet pierced his calf. The excruciating pain sent him crashing to the ground.
“Ah! Don't kill me! Please, don't kill me!” Owen clutched his calf and shrieked in agony, completely stripped of any dignity befitting the leader of a nation.
The youth walked up to Owen, pressed the pistol against his head, and smiled. “It's not that I want to kill you, but my boss wants you dead. Safe travels!”
Bang!
Under Owen's despairing gaze, the bullet pierced through his head.
The youth didn't even spare him another glance as he strode toward the alleyway.
While he was committing the murder, people from the Syndicate had already gone to negotiate with the country's second-in-command.
If the second-in-command couldn't be reasoned with, they would kill him and move on to the third-in-command. In any case, there were barely any supernatural beings left on the Western Continent due to the incident with the Supernatural Bureau.
Three days passed. The Scott Syndicate was rapidly forcing the various nations of the Coalition to hand over their power.
Faced with the temptation of power and the threat of death, most of the successors quickly defected to the Scott Syndicate.
Naturally, some nations resisted militarily, rapidly mobilizing hundreds of thousands of troops in an attempt to fight back.
However, with most countries already under control, the control of nuclear weapons fell into the hands of the Scott Syndicate. Their resistance was met only with a sky full of crows.
Hundreds of thousands of soldiers were completely slaughtered. Aircraft, tanks, and even warships were obliterated by Tang Yongyun.
Without nuclear weapons as a final means of resistance, the Coalition fell completely under the control of the Scott Syndicate in the face of absolute individual power.
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