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Chapter 99: Portrait Fee Settlement

Sigma was alone with the map in his hand. He turned left and right, and finally arrived at the basement of the European Union headquarters building.

According to the map, the headquarters building was right above his head.

Pulling out his radio, Sigma began calling the guerrillas.

"Gray snake, gray snake, this is Anaconda, Senran is in position."

A response came quickly over the radio.

"Anaconda, this is Gray Snake. We have arrived at the designated location and are breaking it down."

"Very good, everything went according to plan."

The plan was that Sigma would go out and kill people, draw fire, and the guerrillas would break through the vault and take away all the gold. The whole plan had to be done with great fanfare and drums.

We must let everyone know that the gold stored in the European Central Bank has been stolen, and we must make the market lose confidence in those countries and in the European Union.

Put on your headset, roll up your sleeves, and Sigma is ready to get to work.

He wore a pair of silver-white arm guards on his wrists. The thin arm guards were carved with rough but smooth patterns. These patterns told a story, the story of the hero Perseus.

With his arms crossed, the two arm guards collided with each other, making a crisp sound, like the sound of a glass being broken.

"Armor fusion!"

Sigma shouted, and a star pattern appeared behind him. It was the constellation Perseus hanging high in the sky.

Sigma was enveloped by a brilliant nebula. Gorgeous silver holy garments emerged from the nebula and were put on him one by one. A huge shield that could cover half of his body appeared in his hand.

The Shield of Medusa is a weapon exclusive to the Perseus Cloth.

The Sanctuary absorbs the most widely circulated myths and legends in the human subconscious to create weapons for it. Anyone who sees the Shield of Medusa will be turned to stone, and only those with strong will can resist.

"Come on Perseus, it's our turn."

When the detonator was pressed, the concrete above Sigma's head shattered instantly. This was the result of the chemical explosives prepared by several chemical workers in the guerrillas.

Sigma doesn't think it's cool to punch through concrete, especially two-meter thick concrete. It takes a lot of effort to punch through it.

The precisely calculated explosion successfully blew through the concrete, and rubble mixed with water fell from above his head. Sigma did not dodge or evade. These stones were no problem at all for him who was wearing the holy clothes.

The holy garment can be modified to a small extent according to the wearer's wishes.

In order to suit Sigma's fighting style, the Perseus Cloth transformed itself into a full-covering suit of armor.

The defense has been stretched to the extreme, even the eyes and nostrils are covered with a layer of gauze, and the impact of gravel and water flow only polishes it.

But the water contains not only gravel, it also contains various excrement.

Sewer maps and urban planning maps will not tell you how sewage pipes are routed or how the internal planning of the building is done.

These streams of water all flowed out from the sewage pipe that was blown up by Sigma, and all kinds of paper balls fell on Sigma.

"It's really bad luck that the sewage pipe is up there."

Sigma cursed and leapt up onto the ground.

As a former officer, Sigma, who had fought his way through the army and became a colonel entirely through his own military merits, would not allow any unexpected events to interfere with the execution of his combat missions.

Although being covered in filth and stink is unsightly, the mission must go on, and nothing is better than executing the mission perfectly.

A man covered in stench and filth jumped out of the hole, which scared the staff surrounding the suddenly collapsed hole. The security personnel walking in front opened fire without hesitation.

Although they didn't know the origins of the man who suddenly jumped out, they had been authorized to shoot anyone who broke in illegally.

This authorization is obviously not something the French government would grant, but that doesn’t matter since they don’t get paid by France.

The pistol bullets hit the holy clothes densely, making crisp sounds.

Sigma wasted no time and activated the power of Medusa's Shield to kill all these people at once.

But the Shield of Medusa did not work because there was too much filth on the shield and the pattern was covered. If the enemy could not see the pattern, the petrification ability would not be effective.

Sigma shook his head and sighed, "I originally wanted you to die without pain, but now it seems that I can only let you die faster."

No one answered his mumbling, and the fact that bullets couldn't penetrate armor made them feel very stressed.

Sigma threw his shield, and the spinning shield used its sharp edge to cut everyone in his way in half.

After circling the field, the shield returned to Sigma's hand. Except for him, there was no intact person left in the entire hall. There were only a bunch of people who were cut in half and were wailing.

"I'm sorry, everyone. Everyone has their own duties and serves their own masters."

No one wants to kill innocent people, but since they are blocking their way, there is nothing they can do.

Stepping on the blood-stained ground, Sigma harvested lives layer by layer. The order he received was to kill all the high-level officials. It would be too troublesome and time-consuming to distinguish who the high-level officials were, which might give them a chance to escape.

So it is better to kill them all. It is simple, efficient and nothing will be missed.

As for those junior clerks, they can only blame themselves for being unlucky.

On the rooftop, the President of the Europa League, von Klauen, was anxiously waiting for her helicopter, blabbering and cursing at her male colleagues. There was a helicopter on the rooftop, but she didn't get on it. She was squeezed down by several male executives, the ones she was cursing. She swore that when she escaped, she would make those men pay the price.

"Chairman von Klauen, you curse so elegantly. Have you never cursed anyone before?"

Sigma walked out from the stairs. As soon as he came in, he heard von Kraun cursing without using a single dirty word.

Such elegant way of scolding people can only mean two things. One is that she has good family education, and the other is that she has never been exposed to the life of the lower class poor, otherwise she would not have repeated the same boring curses over and over again.

Faced with the enemy, von Kraun still did not give up her dignity as the President of the Europa League. She felt that she should be able to negotiate with her status.

"Who are you? I need to speak to your superior."

"No need, my mission is to kill you."

Sigma was getting closer and closer, while von Kraun was retreating.

"You have to think clearly, I am the chairman of the Europa League!"

"If I die, no country in Europe will cooperate with you!"

"We can cooperate. We can cooperate to make money and gain more benefits!"

"I have money. I can give you a lot of money. My money is all in the Bank of America. I will give it all to you if you let me go."

With her face becoming increasingly hideous, von Klauen retreated to the edge of the rooftop. She had no way to retreat.

"Chairman von Klauen, I used to think you were a yoke to the Europa Union, but now it seems that you are just a hopelessly stupid Mgou."

As the chairman of the Europa Union, the leash that America puts on Europe, von Kraun has access to far more confidential information than ordinary people.

When America was shrinking globally, she did not escape immediately, but continued to serve as chairman. Sigma thought she was going to devote herself to America until her death, but now it seems that she is just a dog abandoned by America, and she just dares not step down.

The Bank of the United States is in great chaos now. Apart from the military personnel of the United States, only a few major powers can withdraw money from the Bank of the United States. No matter if you are the richest man or a high-ranking official, you cannot even get a coin without the military backing of a major power.

It was obvious that von Klauen's money had been eaten up, and she couldn't withdraw her own money.

Now she refuses to step down just to make money again. She dare not expose the fact that she has been abandoned, otherwise those European countries she has cheated will not let her go.

Von Klauen knelt down. She was already standing at the edge. If she didn't dare to jump down, she had no choice but to kneel.

"Sir, hero, I have a lot of dirty laundry on all governments. Let me go and I'll give you all of it. I have it all from all countries, whether it's France or England, I have it all..."

"You are really useless."

What's the use of black material? In this turbulent situation, the authority of national military force is constantly being strengthened. Even in the relaxed France, there are no more parades now. Whoever parades will suffer. Releasing black material will only add some after-dinner talk.

Sigma threw out his shield. The time had been delayed long enough. A dense number of police cars were rushing towards the building. They would definitely be able to get the vault. There was no need to continue the conversation.

Suddenly, Sigma retracted his shield and stepped back. He felt the breath of a small universe approaching rapidly.

"I'm not dead? I'm not."

Before von Kraun could even roar his joy for surviving the disaster, a figure descended from the sky and trampled him into a pile of minced meat.

"Ming Yi! Who are you?"

The Hades warrior with broad iron wings slowly stood up, his scarlet pupils flashing as if with anger.

"Garuda, the Sky-Violent Star, Tokugawa."

"So it's you. Are you here to save von Klauen?"

"Who? I don't know you. I was ordered to take your head."

The situation was very clear. Sigma, the genuine Saint Seiya, left the Sanctuary and started to act. Minos naturally sent the genuine Hades Saint to take his life.

This is king versus king, general versus general.

If Napoleon had put on the golden armor he had received when he left the sanctuary, Minos would have weighed him against all odds and would not have given him time to compete with Alexander in military strategy.

"Take my head? Come on!"

The shield was raised, and the Medusa's Shield washed with blood came into view. Tokugawa Yaji felt stiff. Although Medusa was from the Hades camp, this shield was still effective against her.

"Portrait of Lady Medusa, Perseus!"

Tokugawa fell backwards, letting the shield out of her sight and regaining her flexibility, but Sigma had already rushed in front of her and hit her face hard with a shield.

But the shield strike was blocked by her hands.

In swordsmanship training, being able to identify positions by sound is a very important ability, and Tokugawa Yaji has practiced it.

After she knew Sigmar was Perseus, she knew not to look at the shield.

Because what Medusa hated most was the Perseus Cloth, which used her face as a shield and didn't even pay for the use of her image. She remembered this debt.

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