Someone who knew a little about photography heard this and immediately became interested. "Hey, brother, don't argue with this country bumpkin. Can you let me see your photo? If it's really clear, I'll buy it for one, no less than two hundred dollars. "
"Yes, yes, let us see it too, brother." A few people nearby immediately joined in the fun.
"Sorry, it's not for sale, but I can let you see it." The photographer with the camera was proud and showed the photos he had just taken to the crowd.
If he didn't show off such a great opportunity, wouldn't he have wasted his $20,000 professional camera?
For a moment, the air was filled with joy. Few people really cared about the half of the Eiffel Tower next to them.
But people like this nouveau riche photographer, who moved quickly and at the right time, and remembered the Angel of Judgment, which hadn't appeared for a few years, were rare.
Besides, everything had happened too fast and too suddenly. Many people didn't even understand what had happened. Some were even so scared that they hid and didn't pay much attention to the movements in the air.
In the end … it was over.
Most people felt like they had missed out on a billion dollars.
When they heard more and more people mention the Angel of Judgment, they felt like they had missed out on a billion dollars.
…
In the Renault van a few hundred meters away, the red-haired woman and her team looked at each other.
Ricord couldn't help but ask, "That guy seems to have run away. What should we do?"
As he said this, his gaze fell on the red-haired woman, Scarlet.
Stopping Cobra from firing the warhead was only one of their missions. Retrieving the warhead was even more important.
After all, there were four nano worm warheads in the box, and only one had been fired.
Scarlet knew what he was thinking. "Can we do this without any civilian casualties?"
Nobody said anything, but they all knew that it was impossible.
Even if they had caught up with the White Spirit and the baroness, they wouldn't have cared about civilians being unharmed.
With the power of the two pulse pistols in the baroness' hands, she could easily kill hundreds of people.
Scarlet glared at Ricord. "Go back and make a report. We didn't do anything this time, but we didn't cause any trouble. Whoever wants the warhead, let them find the Angel of Judgment. "
Everyone smiled bitterly. What a joke! That was the Angel of Judgment, White Wolf.
Regardless of whether it was Snake Eyes or Duke who was equipped with the power armor, their strength was already the strongest in the S.J. Special Forces.
In the end, he just sat there and fought one against three. He didn't even move his body, fully demonstrating his strength.
Without this, did they really think that their team would be obedient?
The special forces were not a charity organization. It was not uncommon for them to fight for benefits and missions internally and externally, and it was not uncommon for them to fight with their teammates and allies.
He didn't make a move this time because his strength didn't allow him to.
While everyone was silent, the Renault van started up, turned around, and left.
…
After outshining others in the United States for several years, the Eiffel Tower finally became the focus of the world's attention.
Countless tourists and reporters flocked to see the famous Paris landmark that only had half of it left.
The French authorities had turned the area within 50 meters of the Eiffel Tower into a cordoned-off zone, but even the onlookers squeezed behind the cordoned-off line were enjoying themselves.
A balding middle-aged man was pointing at the half-broken tower with a group of people, looking very excited.
"Monsieur, are you a Parisian?" Suddenly he heard a woman's voice at his side.
The balding man replied casually, "Yes, my grandfather's grandfather settled down in Paris."
The woman immediately asked, "Are you sad that the Eiffel Tower, a symbol of France and Paris, has become like this?"
The balding man turned his head and said subconsciously, "Sad? What's there to be sad about? "(Note: Just think of it as the slang of the same type in Paris)
He really did think so.
After all, the attack happened at eight o 'clock in the morning. Not only were there no tourists on the tower, but even the staff hadn't arrived yet, so there were no casualties. The damage was limited to the Eiffel Tower itself.
The Eiffel Tower had been built in 1887 and had a history of about 120 years in 2008.
However, in an ancient city like Paris, the Eiffel Tower's history was too "modern."
Look at the construction dates of other famous landmarks: the Paris Opera House in 1860, the Arc de Triomphe in 1806, the Palace of Versailles in 1661, the Louvre in 1204, and Notre Dame de Paris in 1163.
Secondly, the overall design of the Eiffel Tower could be seen as architectural art, but to call a specific part of the steel components a work of art would be an insult to art.
It wasn't like the palaces and courtyards that had other works of art inside.
Finally, only the "pillar" above the second floor of the Eiffel Tower had been gnawed away by the nanomachines, which accounted for about 20% of the entire structure. The remaining 80% of the tower's structure was stable.
There were even blueprints for this thing.
As long as one had money, it wouldn't take long to order the parts and "build" a new spire.
As for the fact that the new spire wasn't original and didn't have a sense of history, that was even more nonsense.
Who knew how many parts of the 120-year-old tower had been added and replaced during daily maintenance. How could it be original?
Therefore, the balding man didn't hesitate when he mentioned the "Eiffel Tower." He opened his mouth and said, "It's just an observation deck for outsiders to eat and enjoy the scenery."
After saying that, he finally turned to the woman who asked the question and … the huge black camera that was aimed at him.
The balding man was stunned. He looked at the woman in the rose-red V-neck dress and then at the logo on the microphone in her hand. He hesitated and asked, "Are you … from BFM TV?
Are you from BFM TV? This interview is going to be on the news, right? "
The female host nodded with a serious expression.
The balding man raised his hand. "Wait, madam. Wait. "
As he spoke, he raised his hand and tried to straighten his hair, then straightened his clothes and collar.
Facing the camera, the balding man straightened his body and put on an amiable smile. "This Eiffel Tower is a famous landmark in Paris. It was built in …"
The female host: "…"
The onlookers: "…"
…
The crowd in France and around the world had just begun, but it had nothing to do with Luke and Natasha.
Of course, Natasha probably felt that it had nothing to do with the three of them.
On the invisible Quinjet, the female agent who had been piloting the Quinjet for a long time sat in the driver's seat, the Dark Knight sat in the passenger seat, and White Wolf sat in the back row.
This made it easier for Luke to talk to Natasha, and he didn't have to control his clone and the prototype to "talk to themselves."
Because there might be a battle today, the three of them were all wearing armor. Naturally, Natasha couldn't see if it was a person or a prototype inside the armor.
She also didn't know that after they split up last night, the Dark Knight had turned into the prototype, and the clone had turned into White Wolf.
At that moment, after Natasha had the Quinjet track them automatically, she chatted up White Wolf.
Luke was happy to do so.
The Dark Knight was a traditional Batman character, and wasn't suitable for chatting with this female agent.
White Wolf, who rarely showed his face, could do whatever he wanted.
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