HK Composite: Starting from Shenghe Leading

Chapter 512: Minigang Green Vulcan Terminator Gate!
The upper body of the person who was originally alive disappeared in the blink of an eye and turned into a blood mist!
The lower body was like a fountain, with blood and some internal organs gushing out from the wound!
All the people who were close to the superintendent were affected, and were covered in smelly blood, like a bloody man.

In an instant, the whole scene looked like a horror movie set!

Before everyone could react to the sudden terrifying atmosphere, a "bang bang bang" sound rang out, a little muffled but very rhythmic.

This voice seems familiar?
Suddenly, a strange-looking weapon appeared in his mind.

The captain wiped the blood off his face and shouted at the top of his lungs: "This is a grenade launcher, take cover immediately!"

Unfortunately, when he shouted this, it was too late.

boom!
boom!
boom!
Explosions sounded one after another, knocking down everyone who was completely unprepared!
Three special forces members were killed on the spot and more were injured!

Under normal circumstances, these top-level French special forces would definitely not be unable to avoid even the first wave of attacks.

It was really because the death of the superintendent was too tragic and happened too suddenly, causing them to be distracted and not have time to react at all!

All I can say is that the opponent's timing was perfect and their attack plan was even more ingenious, which is why they achieved such an "unusual" result!

As for the police officers of the Paris Police Department, there were even more casualties!

"Fight back! Fight back!"

The captain rolled over and kicked half of the superintendent's lower body away. Blood spurted out in an arc along the wound, looking extremely weird!
Immediately afterwards, there was an almost crazy roar of the accelerator!
I saw a black pickup truck breaking through the wall and crashing into the living room. Black smoke was coming out of the engine compartment and it seemed that it had completely lost its ability to move.

Before the smoke and dust had completely dissipated, a sturdy figure climbed out of the carriage and a rough voice appeared in everyone's ears.

"Bitch, try this big one!"

Da da da da da da!

There was no time to think at all, and everyone was drowned in the sky full of bullets!
You know, the M134 rapid-fire machine gun used by Caesar is commonly known as the Vulcan Gatling!

The gun body is 800 mm long, the barrel is 500 mm long, it has four rifling grooves, an effective range of 800 meters, and a theoretical maximum rate of fire of 6,000 rounds per minute!
Firing M6l armor-piercing bullets at such a close distance, it is like the Monkey King's golden cudgel. If it touches you, you will die!

No matter what kind of bulletproof vest or level of bulletproof plate you have, in front of a weapon of this magnitude, it's all like a mantis trying to stop a chariot!
However, the disadvantages of Vulcan Gatling are as obvious as its advantages, that is, its explosive power is too strong, but its endurance is too short.

Just two minutes later, the clicking sound suddenly stopped. Even if Caesar continued to press the button, it only made a crisp sound of an empty chamber.

"Bitch! This is my Minigon Green Vulcan Terminator Gat!"

"Enjoy my dick!"

Caesar thought he was roaring very domineeringly, but in the eyes of other team members, he was just like a gorilla.

"Neg, now is not the time to be in heat."

"Clean up the battlefield, confirm whether the target is dead, and then evacuate immediately!"

A steady and hoarse voice sounded. If the captain of the special forces team could hear it, he would definitely find that the voice was exactly the same as the one in the previous wireless line.

Unfortunately, he had already died in the first wave of attack from the Vulcan Gatling gun. His chest was shot through, and he was obviously dead.

Barney Ross got out of the car, wearing a tight combat uniform on his upper body and multi-functional combat pants on his lower body. He had a machete and an old-fashioned revolver on his waist and custom-made marching boots on his feet.

His already sturdy figure looks even more exaggerated with this set of combat equipment, and his huge pectoral muscles seem to be about to burst his clothes in the next second!
He wore a black tactical beret on his head, and his face, which had been through many years, was full of vicissitudes.

"Chris smothered (Christmas) and left no one alive."

The man called Christmas is a middle-aged man with a bald head but a grim expression, holding a modified MP5 in his hand.

"Don't worry, I'm not a newbie."

Another member, Gunnar, said nothing, but just silently looked for his target. If he found someone alive, he would use the Bowie knife that was flashing with cold light to ruthlessly cut everyone's throat!
Finally, he tossed his non-mainstream yellow side bangs and struck a pose that he thought looked handsome.

The teammates on the side could only complain in their hearts, with such a big scar on your face, which woman would be attracted to you?
"Found it, the target is dead."

Sébastien Darmanin, France's Minister of Education and a member of the cabinet, was shot in the thigh and bled to death.

Judging from the expression on his face, he seems to be filled with fear of death.

Barney took out the Polaroid camera he carried with him, took a close-up of the face and a full-body photo, then organized the team members to evacuate.

At this time, an ordinary jeep drove into the yard, honking its horn.

Christmas said over the intercom, "Yin Yang, stop honking the horn, we're getting ready to come out."

"I'm just reminding you that a large number of troops are heading this way. If you don't leave now, it will be too late."

Yin Yang leaned out from the driver's seat, wearing a string of dzi beads around his neck, with a typical yellow-skinned appearance.

But if you look closely, you will find that his eyes are slightly bulging and his face looks a little old.

These are the professional mercenaries that Guo Huishu hired at a huge price. Because they often carry out difficult tasks and never fail, they are called the Suicide Squad in the industry!

Everyone got into the car talking and laughing, but their movements were extremely quick.

When the military support arrived, all they saw were corpses everywhere, and there was no trace of the terrorists.

The special forces team, which was highly expected and known as the sharp sword in front of the Arc de Triomphe, suffered heavy losses again.

After reporting to their superiors, the army quickly cordoned off the scene and did not allow any news to leak out.

Such a big commotion naturally could not be hidden from the all-pervasive media, but no matter how hard they tried, they still couldn't figure out what had happened.

As a result, the outside world began to speculate and say all kinds of things.

As for the French people, they seem to have a "broken jar" mentality. There are terrorist attacks every day and people are dying everywhere. They are not worried about having too much debt or too many lice, so they might as well just lie down and be done with it.

Under such circumstances, several election forecasting agencies have conducted large-scale data surveys and determined that if the situation continues to develop in this trend, the main officials of the current French government will have no other choice but to step down.

What does an official care about most?
People’s livelihood?

National development?

No, no, no, most officials care about only one thing, and that is whether they can extend the time they control power to the maximum extent!
So, when this situation arises, whether François Mitterrand is willing or not, he must stand up and face the consequences of this matter.

After some discussion, he decided to meet with Lin Zehao.

…………

Merogie Prison.

The prison was already heavily guarded in the past, but today the security is even stronger than before. Not only have the prisoners been completely deprived of their exercise time, but the number of guards has also more than doubled, and there are many people dressed as secret agents patrolling everywhere.

In the main building, inside the highest level reception room.

Lin Zehao leaned on the sofa with a cigar in his hand. He didn't look nervous at all. Instead, he looked relaxed and comfortable.

You have to know that the person sitting opposite him is the current President of France, the holder of the highest power in the government and one of the five permanent members of the United Nations.

François Mitterrand was also smoking a cigar, but compared to Lin Zehao's indifference, he had a subtle impatience.

There is no way. The current social and international public opinion is so huge that he can hardly hold on to his position as president.

"Mr. Lin, a big thing happened in the outside world. I wonder if you have heard about it?"

François decided to test the waters first and see the other party's reaction before making a decision.

Lin Zehao exhaled a puff of smoke, glanced at the bald president, took out a photo from his pocket and pushed it in front of him.

François was stunned at first, then he took it in his hand and examined it.

The first thing that catches your eye is Sebastian Darmanin’s face full of unwillingness. Even the bullet holes on his body are clearly visible. The shooting level is quite good.

"This……"

François' face was full of shock. Although he knew that this matter was most likely related to Lin Zehao, he did not expect that he would admit it in such a shocking way!

"Mr. Lin, do you know what the consequences are for murdering a cabinet-level official?"

"From this moment on, you will live out your life alone in this prison!"

François spoke righteously as he put the photo into his pocket as quickly as possible, ready to use it as evidence to sue Lin Zehao!
Originally, he was planning to take a few steps back and deal with the terrorists. At worst, he would just release Lin Zehao without charge. He had to ensure that he had power in his hands. This was the foundation of his survival. There was no need to fight to the death with Lin Zehao.

Politicians never have any bottom line.

Someone who is your enemy one second may become your friend the next.

But who could have thought that Lin Zehao would actually take out this photo. Isn't this a disguised admission that he is the murderer?

It really proves the saying that even the wisest man can make mistakes.

"Murdering officials?"

"I'm sorry, I have no idea what you are talking about. I have never murdered anyone. I have always been detained in this prison by you using illegal means."

"As for this photo, I just picked it up by accident. From a legal point of view, it doesn't mean anything."

Lin Zehao was not flustered, and even had a playful smile on his face.

He has always been a law-abiding businessman, how could he make such a mistake?
"Mr. President, I came to the appointment with sincerity, but you didn't respect me."

"It seems that there is nothing worth talking about between the two of us."

After saying that, Lin Zehao got up and left.

François suddenly smiled and clapped his hands, saying, "Mr. Lin is indeed a legendary businessman who started from scratch and has come this far. His level of caution is really admirable."

"In fact, I know what Mr. Lin wants, and Mr. Lin also knows what I want."

"How about we sit down and talk about it?"

There are certainly countless so-called negotiation skills, but the core is just those few points.

All's fair in war: bluffing and deception.

Lin Zehao sat back down, wanting to see how François's play would proceed.

The current situation is very simple. He has already reached the checkmate. Any move his opponent makes will, to some extent, depend on his mood.

Simply put, he is invincible.

"Mr. Lin, I don't want French society to continue to be in endless turmoil. For the safety of the citizens and the stability of the country, I can accept some of your conditions."

"Like, acquit you."

Hearing this, Lin Zehao suddenly burst into laughter.

"This joke is really funny. Returning something that originally belonged to me to me, is this considered a condition?"

"Until now, you have not been able to produce any strong evidence to prove my so-called crimes."

"This is no longer just illegal detention, it is a complete trampling of the authority and dignity of the law!"

François was not surprised by this. He paused and asked again, "Then according to Mr. Lin's suggestion, what should we do?"

"I heard that your business in Africa has completely declined, and your revenue has hit rock bottom?"

François did not hide it, and since it was impossible to hide such a thing, he simply nodded and admitted it.

"When a company changes from a private enterprise to a state-owned enterprise, its nature is completely changed, and the way it operates and makes profits is also fundamentally changed."

"Instead of letting these parasites run the business, let me take over the African market."

"We can adopt a fixed price model. You sell the products to me and I will take as many as you want. You will definitely make a profit."

François looked Lin Zehao up and down with a meaningful look, and in his mind he was calculating the pros and cons of doing so.

From a purely commercial perspective, they did gain enough profit. At least they no longer had to worry about buyers for the arms piled in the warehouse.

But from the perspective of international influence, if this continues for a long time, Lin Zehao will have a firm foothold in Africa, and it will be deeply rooted!
With the Su style on one hand and the French style on the other, is there anyone who can compete with them?

However, if his demands are not met, there will be no way to resolve the social unrest in the country.

François thought hard and finally came up with a suitable solution.

"In principle, as long as they can make money, it doesn't matter who does the business."

"It's just that I can only sign a three-year contract with you at most."

(End of this chapter)