Chapter 1847 - Junior Brother? Senior Brother? No, Angel of Judgment

Of course, this definitely wasn’t Luke’s fault.

He had only learned yesterday that White Shadow was the Asian guy with the Baroness. He had attacked the secret base in a white suit with two swords on his back.

Luke wasn’t an immortal. When he built the White Wolf Armor a few years ago, he naturally didn’t think that White Wolf would one day clash costumes with a villain.

However, this didn’t affect him putting White Shadow on his blacklist.

Could a villain look like Luke’s superhero alias? Now that it had happened, the other party had to pay the price. Besides, this guy had just pierced Luke’s neck with a kunai.

He had to pay back both debts at the same time.

…

Thanks to the virtual screen, it only took the Renault van a few minutes to reach the black Hummer.

At Luke’s behest (demand), the big man didn’t drive any closer.

The middle-aged man in glasses, who had been writing and sketching on a tablet, suddenly said, “They’re going to need a lot of metal to create that much energy for the transformation. So, their goal is…”

Everybody looked at the huge structure hundreds of meters away.

Swoosh!

White smoke shot out from the top of a building 100 meters away and swiftly approached the Eiffel Tower.

“F*ck!”

“Sh*t!”

“D*mn it.”

Everybody in the van cursed. At that moment, the red-haired woman suddenly realized that it was very bright on one side.

Only then did she notice that the side door of the van was open.

When she looked back, Luke was nowhere to be seen.

“Wait, that’s…”

“Sh*t!”

“It’s White Wolf!”

She hurriedly turned around and looked out the front, only to see a white figure shooting after the white smoke.

Only the bespectacled middle-aged genius sighed gloomily as he calculated the relative speed and time of the warhead hitting the Eiffel Tower. “It’s too late.”

Just as he said that, Luke raised his blade.

Everybody in the van was confused. What was he trying to do?

The white smoke ten meters in front of him tilted 70 degrees upward.

What the f*ck?! Everybody in the van widened their eyes and held their breaths as they watched the white smoke streak past the middle and lower sections of the tower.

Finally… it hit the small protrusion on the top of the tower.

Everybody sighed and cursed in disappointment. They had been so close.

Just a little more, and the warhead might have missed completely by another ten centimeters.

Without the metal from the Eiffel Tower to provide raw materials for the transformation, there wouldn’t be enough nanomites, and the warhead hence wouldn’t be too much of a threat.

A grayish-green mist spread out from the warhead to cover the top of the tower.

Then, the tip of the tower quickly disappeared, like crops being chewed up by locusts, and the grayish-green mist spread down the tower.

300 meters away, on the rooftop of a building, the Baroness frowned at the white figure gliding along the tower. “Who’s this guy?”

As she asked the question, she couldn’t help but look at White Shadow.

White Shadow frowned. “I only have one junior brother.”

But the Baroness continued looking at him, and he added unhappily, “I don’t have any senior brothers either.”

Only then did the Baroness look away. “This man’s armor is quite good. The weapons demonstration is over. Let’s retreat first.”

Looking at the white figure at the Eiffel Tower, White Shadow suppressed the urge to fight and nodded. “Let’s go.”

He wasn’t stupid.

The other party could fly circles around him in this outdoor environment in this suit.

They went to the rooftop.

The door of a plane opened in the distorted air on one side, and a simple flight ladder appeared. The two of them walked in.

The door closed again, and the transparent fighter plane sped away.

…

White Wolf, who was gliding slowly along the Eiffel Tower, glanced at the departing fighter plane.

Inside a plane, Luke said to Natasha, “After he’s taken care of the tower, we’ll pick him up and leave.”

As he spoke, the silver-white wings on White Wolf’s back unfolded and he suddenly stopped in the air. White Wolf stretched out his hands, and the protective armor over the arc reactor in the center of his chest opened to reveal a round hole ten centimeters in diameter.

A white light inside the hole grew brighter and brighter.

It looked like a small sun in the sky head-on.

Boom! Zi! Zi! Zi!

A huge white light beam shot out. Coupled with the power of the pulse cannon, it grew thicker and instantly hit the tower.

The huge, shockingly hot shock wave hit the edge of the grayish-green mist.

Then, the grayish-green mist was dyed a bright white by the light beam, as if it had been set on fire.

The white light continued to spread, burning up the grayish-green mist in a large ball of white light.

At that moment, the spectacle of two suns appeared in the sky above Paris.

It lasted for only ten seconds. The “sun” near the ground suddenly disappeared, and the people watching got black spots for a moment.

Seizing the moment, Luke slipped into the invisible Quinjet. “Let’s go; follow those two.”

In the pilot’s seat, Natasha nodded and closed the back door. She gradually sped up and chased after the transparent fighter plane.

Half a minute later, countless spectators around the Eiffel Tower finally regained their sight and started shouting.

“What was that just now?”

“I don’t know, but it looked awesome.”

“Awesome, my ass. Look at our metal tower.”

“WTF?”

“Holy sh*t!”

“OMG! You have to be kidding me.”

“Where’s the tower? Where’s our big Eiffel Tower?”

“Are you blind? Isn’t there still half of it left?”

“A terrorist attack! It must be a terrorist attack! That b*stard just now must be a terrorist!”

“Are you an idiot? That’s the Angel of Judgment! He’s our European superhero. He must’ve stopped the terrorist attack just now, or he wouldn’t be able to protect half the tower!”

“The Angel of Judgment? You’re lying. It was a terrorist.”

“You idiot, are you a caveman? Don’t you have Internet access? That was the Angel of Judgment, the Angel of Judgment who killed Dukhovich, that butcher!”

“What? Was that really the Angel of Judgment?”

“Are all of you blind? White armor, bluish-purple lenses, silver wings, and two swords on his back. If that’s not the Angel of Judgment, who is it?”

“Bullsh*t! He was up so high. Apart from the white armor and the silver wings, what else can you see?”

“Son of a b*tch, look at this! Repeat after me: N, I, K, O, N.”

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