Infiltration of Wind Thunder had been considered by the higher-ups, although very unlikely, hence the reason for the duration of the concert. Yet, against all odds, he made it in.

As Franklin's voice fell, the sound of rapid automatic rifle fire echoed through their earpieces. Sparks flew from the center of the stage...

A moment later, Franklin slowly unclenched his fist, and a bullet head made of junk metal fell to the ground with a dull thud. Aside from the 15.2 calibre sniper rifle piercing his caution, 7.62mm bullets posed no threat to him, let alone 5.56 calibre bullet heads that couldn't match Franklin's momentary burst speed.

This was the true power of Freedom Port's super mercenaries. His reflexes were comparable to a wild beast, his dense bones as strong as steel-reinforced bars.

This was a bit over the top, everyone startled by the events unfolding, knowing they shouldn't stay long. The crowd below became even more chaotic. To hell with this, the goddess could wait: it was time to run. Without any need for dispersal, just with Franklin's simple movement, a good third of the crowd left.

Zi Mou flushed with the good-for-nothing behaviour of these guys, and the fat man who blended into the crowd was constantly shouting 'spare me, good man,' showing no signs of a future soldier's resolution.

Seventy percent of the crowd hadn't left, they were Athena's loyal fans, far from being frightened by Franklin. Instead, a chorus of boos echoed, filled with the intensity of about to take off their shoes and chuck them at him.

Franklin, entirely unaffected, even seemed to be enjoying it, "Shout, you pathetic ants! You're absolutely right, I am an unmitigated asshole, hahaha..."

Laughing heartily, he suddenly strode over to Wonderful Sound Girl and picked her up as if she was a chicken. This damned woman had rejected him twice, he was going to make this bitch regret it.

Damn it! If she weren't injured, and if Roland weren't away; Zi Mou couldn't care less anymore. She lashed out, leaping up, her hand turned into a blade as if she wanted to strike open Franklin's throat.

How could Franklin stand to be slaughtered? Seeing her fierce momentum, he suddenly raised his iron-like hand and swept to capture Zi Mou's wrist in an instant.

Zi Mou, however, skillfully pulled free, her agile body as flexibility as a snake, she retracted her arm and slid a step, striking out from under Franklin's crotch before he could turn, adopting a head-down, feet-up chokehold, her legs locked around Franklin's neck while suddenly spinning her body.

Even Franklin was caught off guard! Being strangled wasn't fun, but he hadn't expected such skill from this woman. But she was too young.

As Franklin's body fell, he quickly raised one arm to support his inner neck to distribute the force evenly while his other hand reached out to Zi Mou's ankle and twisted it hard.

Bang! Zi Mou slammed into the ground aggressively but thanks to Franklin gave her a side throw and Zi Mou rolling a few times to reduce the impact, the injury wasn't too serious.

What a dominating counter to a killer move? Even the famed Alpha Wind Thunder Zi Mou was unable to hold up against him for ten rounds, who among the present could resist him? Franklin rose from the ground, made a thumbs-down gesture, and moved towards Wonderful Sound Girl again. It looked like he especially had a beef with Wonderful Sound Girl. Let's see who could save her today.

Looking at the chaotic crowd below, Franklin was fearless——the Atlantis Free Federation, a weak democratic federation country, won't produce super soldiers, given its upbringing and educational ideology.

Except for two ace Mecha pilots in white, the Federation had almost no one who can hold their own. What's the difference between a martial artist and an ant? In this era of Mecha domination, excluding mobile warriors, Franklin, in single-combat, fears no one. Whether it's one opponent, ten, or even a hundred, the outcome is the same.

Wonderful Sound Girl's face was expressionless, her body motionless. She had never felt death so close before.

Suddenly, a figure bravely stepped in front of Franklin. It was the valiant Athena. Although her body was shaking, she still stepped forward without hesitation.

Franklin was taken aback. Having dealt with the Saudi Empire for many years, he knew that the real Athena died years ago, killed by a gene weapon developed in secret by the Saudi Empire. This type of virus activates its characteristics by recognizing DNA. For ordinary people infected with the virus, it would just cause a minor illness. But for those whose DNA matches, it spells disaster.

However, even if the fake Athena's identity was revealed to the public, they wouldn't believe it. The Federation has countless ways to clean up afterward.

Franklin was quite surprised. The Athena standing before him was not a plastic surgery recipient as he had imagined, but someone wearing a meticulously crafted human skin mask. Having spent many years in the underground world, he could easily distinguish even the smallest mark on her neck with his discerning eye.

Of course, a democratic nation like the Federation would never allow a publicly plasticised person to surface. With this in mind, Franklin immediately decided to remove her disguised veil. For the broad fanbase, this might also be a rare treat, right?

As Franklin approached, Athena found herself filled with fear. She was enveloped in terror, originating from within and spreading outward.

Franklin raised his arm and slowly stretched it towards Athena's neck, which bore faint traces. With mild force, the girl's disguise would be wholly exposed in public, leaving her nowhere to hide. Even though her contributions to the world might surpass the original Athena's and she has made painstaking efforts to help those in need, it wouldn't change anything. At that moment, she would instantly go from a goodwill ambassador to an outright fraud, subject to ridicule, blame, and scorn.

Now, even if it means death, Athena doesn't want to be at the mercy of the scoundrel before her. She wants to push away his devilish claws, but her body is completely immobile, as if under some kind of spell.

At this moment, she looks utterly helpless, her empty eyes devoid of any sign of life. When her mask is lifted and her true face is revealed, the fluttering enthusiasm in her heart like that of a doe will die with it.

The crowd below the stage is infuriated! Where are our heroes? We always hear about these elite Red Cloaks, and now we don't see any of them. Send out the mobile warriors now. Our seats are burning, who cares about crowd safety! Who among us doesn't love Athena? How many of us are afraid to die?

God, if there really is a God in this world, please help this helpless angel. She doesn't deserve this.

Seeing the frenzied crowd breaking through the segregation line, Franklin deliberately slowed his movements, as if to etch this heart-wrenching moment into people's memories: "No one can stop me today. I am your nightmare of the future, hahaha." His words were defiant, like a sharp dagger slowly stabbing into people's fragile hearts while they could do nothing about it.

Athena's tears fell in big drops... Whether they know her or not, her only wish is to offer joyous songs and dances to everyone. And tirelessly spread love to the outside world. Though her actions may seem silly, upon careful consideration, it's bound to touch one's heart. Everyone could no longer bear to watch. Some simply turned their heads away and started sobbing quietly.

At this moment, just as Franklin was about to lift Athena's mysterious veil, a hand suddenly landed on his forearm with a crisp snap. The glove on that hand, suitable for climbing, grasping, fighting and other multiple operations, stopped Franklin's movements. The hand was followed by a voice: "Who will pay for your arrogance?"

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