Of course, it definitely wasn't Luke's fault.
He had only learned yesterday that the White Spirit was the Asian man next to the baroness, who had attacked the secret base in a white uniform with two sabers on his back.
Luke wasn't a god. When he created the White Wolf armor a few years ago, he naturally hadn't thought that the White Wolf would one day be wearing the same clothes as the villain.
But that didn't stop him from marking down the White Spirit in his notebook.
How could a villain casually wear the same clothes as Uncle Lu's superhero armor? If he did, he would have to pay the price. Besides, the guy had just stabbed Luke's neck with his kunai.
He had to settle both scores at the same time.
…
With a notification on the virtual screen, it only took the Renault van a few minutes to catch up to the black Hummer.
Because of Luke's request (and coercion), Duti, who was driving, didn't get any closer.
The middle-aged man with glasses, who had been scribbling away on a tablet, suddenly said, "The thing they're carrying has to be found in large amounts of iron in order to produce enough … um, that thing. So, their target is …"
Everyone turned to look at the one-limbed big guy a few hundred meters away.
Swoosh!
On the roof of a building a hundred meters away, a white smoke rushed out and quickly approached the Eiffel Tower a few hundred meters away.
"F * ck!"
“shxt！”
"Damn it."
Everybody in the car cursed. At that moment, the red-haired woman suddenly noticed that her side was very bright.
She looked around and realized that the side door of the car had been opened at some point.
She looked across, and saw that Luke, who had been sitting there, was already gone.
"Wait, that's …"
"Oh my god!"
"It's the White Wolf!"
She quickly turned around, only to see a white shadow leaving a long trail of flames in the air as it chased after the white smoke.
Only the middle-aged man with glasses, who was calculating the relative speed of the two and the time it would take for the bullet to hit the Eiffel Tower, sighed gloomily. "It's too late."
As soon as he said that, Luke, who was in the air, suddenly drew his saber and swung it up.
Everybody in the car was baffled. What was going on?
The white smoke ten meters away drew a sharp arc in the air, and went from being parallel to the ground to tilting up seventy degrees.
WTF？！ Everyone in the carriage widened their eyes and held their breath as they watched the white smoke rush up the middle and lower parts of the iron tower.
Finally, with a loud bang, it hit the small protrusion at the top of the tower.
Everyone sighed in disappointment and annoyance as they cursed, "Just a little bit more, just a little bit more."
Perhaps if it had been a little earlier, the nano-insect warhead would have missed by another ten centimeters and missed completely.
Without the Eiffel Tower's steel as the raw material, there wouldn't be enough nanoworms, so the threat of this warhead naturally wouldn't be too great.
With a sigh, a grayish-green mist spread out from the impact of the bullet and enveloped the spire.
Then, like crops that had been eaten by locusts, the steel spire quickly disappeared. Wisps of greyish-green mist followed the body of the spire and began to spread downwards.
On the rooftop of a building three hundred meters away, the baroness frowned as she watched the white silhouette gliding beside the iron tower. "Who is this guy?"
When she asked this question, she could not help but cast her gaze on the White Spirit.
The White Spirit also frowned. "I only have one junior brother."
But the baroness still stared at him, and he added in slight displeasure, "I don't have a senior brother either."
It was only then that the baroness moved her gaze away. "This person's armor standards aren't low, and we've completed the weapon demonstration mission. Let's retreat for now."
The White Spirit also stared at the white silhouette beside the Eiffel Tower and suppressed the urge to fight. She nodded. "Let's go."
He was not an idiot.
The other party was wearing armor that could fly, and in this kind of open-air environment, he could kite him until he died.
The two of them arrived at the rooftop.
A large transparent and distorted shadow opened a cabin door from the side. It turned diagonally into a simple boarding ladder, and the two of them walked in.
The cabin door closed again, and the transparent fighter plane sped up and charged away.
…
White Wolf, who was gliding slowly beside the Eiffel Tower, cast the departing fighter plane a glance.
On the other side of the cabin, he said to Natasha, "Once he's done with the tower, we'll pick him up and set off."
As he spoke, the silver wing suit on White Wolf's back spread out, and he suddenly hovered in the air. He extended his hands in front of him, and the protective armor of the arc reactor at the center of his chest opened up, revealing a circular hole with a diameter of ten centimeters.
Inside the hole, the white light grew brighter.
From the front, it was as if a small sun had appeared in the sky.
Boom! Sizzle!
A huge pillar of white light shot out. After being strengthened by the palm cannons in his hands, it became even thicker, and in an instant, it landed on Iron Tower's waist.
The huge shockwave carried with it high-temperature ions. It slanted upwards slightly and bombarded the edge of the spreading grayish-green fog.
Then, the grayish-green fog was dyed bright white by the white pillar of light, as if it had been ignited.
The white light continued spreading, burning all the grayish-green fog into a ball of white light.
At that moment, the spectacle of two suns appeared in the sky above Paris.
The spectacle only lasted for ten seconds before the "sun" close to the ground suddenly disappeared, causing the people who were paying attention to it to go dark.
Taking advantage of this time, Luke slid into the Quinjet, which was also invisible. "Let's go. Keep up with the two in front."
Natasha, who was in the driver's seat, nodded, closed the rear hatch, and gradually accelerated to catch up with the transparent fighter.
Half a minute later, the countless onlookers around the Eiffel Tower gradually regained their vision, and they began to clamor.
"What was that just now?"
"I don't know. It looked so cool."
"Cool my ass. Look at our tower."
“WTF？”
“holyshxt！”
“OMG！ You must 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 drone attack! It must be a drone attack! That bird man just now must be a drone. "
"Are you f * cking stupid? That's the Angel of Judgment! He's a European superhero. He must have been stopping the drone attack just now. Otherwise, we wouldn't have been able to save half of the tower! "
"The hell with the Angel of Judgment? Look at your big beard, you must be lying. That means you're a terrorist. "
"You idiot, eighteen generations of your ancestors lived in a primitive society. Didn't they have access to the Internet? The Angel of Judgment, the Angel of Judgment who killed that butcher Dukhovich! "
"What? Is that really the Angel of Judgment?"
"Are you all blind? White armor, blue and purple goggles, silver wings, and two sabers on his back. Who else could it be if not the Angel of Judgment? "
"Bullsh * t! He's flying so high. How can you see him apart from his white armor and silver wings? Look at him with your Ah-Suo? "
"Son of the beach, look at what this is! Repeat after me, N, I, K, O, N. You don't think this is a Nike camera, do you? "
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