Chapter 263: Impact

"Hand over the executioner!"

"Justice can't be killed!"

"Refuse to cover up and hand over the murderer!"

At the Palais de Delfort, Olivier stood in front of the French window with his hands behind his back, looking expressionlessly at the crowd of protesters outside the square.

The military and police erected a shield wall and held the defense line, while also paying attention to whether there were stones or beer bottles thrown at them from the crowd. They were like a fragile silk thread, constantly deformed by the squeeze of the crowd, as if it could break at any time.

The crowd shared the same emotion, sometimes shouting in unison, sometimes jumping for joy together. Among them, the most eye-catching thing was undoubtedly the dozens of brand new coffins that had not yet been sealed and were placed in a mess in the center, covered with Gallic flags.

In this period of just entering autumn when the temperature has not yet dropped, the midday sun is still quite scorching, and there is even a faint stench of decay, but no one cares about it now.

Olivier had made preventive preparations in advance, such as carrying out traffic control in advance, limiting the threat of protesters to the core offices, arranging people to lobby the protesters' senior management in exchange for benefits, and even included the worst-case scenario of directly arresting the protest leaders in his backup plan.

The actual result is that there was considerable resistance at the implementation level. Needless to say, it must have been done by the opposition.

Although the opposition does not like immigrants, it is not unacceptable to them as long as they can hit Olivier's forces. What's more, the protesters now include not only immigrants, but also many locals, including those coffins.

Olivier's back, which had been strong for most of his life, now had a subtle hunchback.

After many years, he began to doubt his own policies again. Was all his hard work in vain?

"Integration may be a trend, but these people did not naturally integrate with us. It was because they needed a stable country and we needed cheap grassroots labor, so it was an unstable integration that skipped many bloody integration processes. Those processes that we skipped will always be made up in other forms, and history has also told us that a country whose main ethnic group is not strong enough and lacks a sense of identity will sooner or later move towards division."

"Besides, Mr. Olivier, I think you will not forget that this is the birthplace of modern national thought."

Mosaic, a Gaul, answered some of Olivier's questions.

"Maybe I've been standing at the top for too long," Olivier said self-deprecatingly.

"It can be said that even if you so-called go deep into the masses, you can only empathize but not experience it. You think you have worked hard enough, but they want much more than that. The powder keg has been formed, and even the fuse is everywhere." Mosaic ignored Olivier's secretary's winking eyes and continued to speak.

"Do you want to tell the story of the farmer and the snake?" Olivier looked at him.

Mosaic calmly shook his head: "They are not snakes, and we are not farmers who want nothing more."

Olivier did not comment on his answer and just continued to watch the situation outside. Official personnel had already gone to have a conversation, so the crowd quieted down a little.

But this calm did not last long. Soon, the negotiations broke down and the other side started throwing all kinds of things and knocked down the people who were communicating.

"When the bottom lines of both sides cannot be reconciled, then we can only see which wind is stronger, the east wind or the west wind." Mosaic seemed to be muttering to himself, "But no matter what the result is, this is an internal friction that is not beneficial to the whole. Maybe cutting the Gordian knot is the most effective way."

Olivier remained silent.

Once he resorts to such means, his political image will collapse instantly. There will be no need to wait for the next election in two years, as everyone will force him to step down.

Looking at the increasingly restless crowd, Olivier tilted his head and asked, "Aren't the cowboys and hounds coming over?"

"Based on the clues, we suspect that Hiss's wife and son died in the fight between Abdul and Gabriel. Therefore, the person Hess really wanted to deal with might be Abdul, and the words he wrote before might have misled us."

"Is it the same portrait from before?"

Mosaic nodded.

From the portrait, they locked in on several people. Excluding those who were still alive and unrelated, the most suspicious person left was a woman who died in the Iron Tower Battle. The information showed that she had a son and a husband.

But after actual investigation, it was discovered that her son died with her, and her husband disappeared shortly thereafter, and the timing was also consistent.

If this is the case, then things can be explained. No wonder he doesn't care whether it's immigrants or locals when he starts to attack. This is Heath's true thought. The only people he really hates are Abdul and Gabriel. Now that Gabriel has died a long time ago, he can only seek revenge on Abdul.

Although his means of revenge were completely unscrupulous, in his eyes, innocent people seemed to be consumables with use value, and he himself had long become the kind of person he hated.

Coming back to his senses, facing the already precarious defense line, Olivier was arranging for the troops behind to use tear gas to disperse the crowd, and this was the limit of what he could do.

The crowd is now showing signs of getting out of control and must be contained in advance.

The scene of the confrontation was filled with noise and noise.

The fully armed military police, holding explosion-proof shields, were sweating profusely, struggling to resist the wave after wave of attacks in front of them. He could see very clearly that the crazy woman in front of him was holding a stone, her eyes were red, her saliva was splashing all the time, and she was slamming the shield violently.

She took a deep breath and pushed forward with all her strength. The pressure from both sides instantly made the woman unable to breathe.

Unfortunately, the other party coughed a few times and quickly recovered, then continued to yell, curse and hit, repeating the previous actions, and the curses were even more unpleasant.

"Gas launch!"

Puff, pfft——

As tear gas was released, white mist soon filled the scene. However, the crowd did not disperse as expected. Instead, they covered their mouths, noses and eyes with great experience, and fought to the end with the attitude of being able to withstand smoke. Their fighting spirit became even higher.

But most people are ordinary people after all. Even if they can hold on for a while, they will soon become lost in the fog and don’t know where to put their efforts.

What made them even more panic soon happened: the ground began to shake.

This quickly triggered panic memories in some people, who screamed and ran around like blind flies.

"Here he comes! The executioner is here again!"

"God, save us!"

"Run, run!"

The crowd, which could not be dispersed even by tear gas, fell into panic less than ten seconds after the ground began to shake.

The ground gradually became soft and rotten, making it difficult for them to move. They kept praying, fearing that sharp spikes would appear from somewhere and pierce through them in the next second.

"In this situation, even if we present evidence to prove that Abdul is still under our surveillance and has never appeared here, I'm afraid they won't believe it." Mosaic looked at Olivier, "So should we continue to do this?"

"This is the only way. No matter what, Abdul cannot appear in front of them. It's okay if these people don't believe it, but I can convince my own people, and the opposition will have less bargaining chips to attack." Olivier was considering it more for political purposes.

"In that case, I noticed there are sprinklers on the lawn. Please have someone turn them all on." "Yes, notify me immediately." The secretary glanced at Olivier, and seeing that he had no objection, he immediately made a phone call.

Mosaic opened the window, looked up, then jumped down and quickly arrived at the area where the ground was shaking and turning into a quagmire.

"Back off, back off! Don't get stuck in it, quick! Help your companions!"

"Be alert! Maintain the formation!"

"Warning! An unknown fog is spreading!"

Without people noticing, the white mist of tear gas did not dissipate, but became thicker and thicker. However, the strong smell was no longer there, and it seemed to have turned into ordinary mist.

The military and police officers held their shields nervously, and were extremely vigilant against the increasingly thick fog. The personnel in the rear frowned as they looked at the white scene coming from the drone.

In the fog, there were many sounds of wailing and screaming, probably because they were trapped in the mud or trampled. Unfortunately, they could only say that they were helpless to help.

"Senior Augustus, do you also like to play tricks?"

An ice crystal sentry tower gradually rose up. Mosaic stood on it, slowly penetrating the white fog and overlooking the ground from a high place.

No one responded in the white fog.

But those original screams turned into strange surprise or fear?

".A miracle has happened, everyone. God is watching us. Abdul, the executioner, is powerless to resist. Charge! Victory belongs to us!"

The fog began to dissipate, and people could gradually see each other's situation clearly.

The ground that was just filled with people was now in a mess, with a large number of people falling down. However, the ground had returned to being hard and flat, and not many people were injured or killed. The most eye-catching thing was the location of the dozens of coffins.

Now, one by one, corpses, some mutilated and some barely intact, were seen rising from their coffins in a daze, which was beyond people's belief. The leader of the protest stood on a chair, trying his best to encourage everyone and constantly restore the confidence of the crowd.

More and more coffins were opened, and corpses with their heads pieced together crawled out of them. Their muffled mouths kept repeating one word: Revenge! Revenge!
"eye for eye!"

"Hand over Abdul!"

The crowd went wild again, and those "resurrected" corpses burst out with powerful strength that normal people did not possess. From uncoordinated limbs to quick adaptation, they opened their arms and rushed towards the military and police.

The resurrected corpses attracted their relatives, the relatives attracted the fanatics, the fanaticism attracted ordinary people, and the mob rushed forward like a black wave.

Mosaic jumped down from the ice tower, landed in front of the anxious military police, and gently raised his hand.

He exhaled a breath of cold air, and a visible cold mist began from under Mosaic's feet and quickly spread forward.

The ground soon froze into a large skating rink, causing the running people or corpses to fall down and even getting up was extremely difficult. Some of the corpses had their heads fallen off, and they could only kneel on the ice, with their hands outstretched, groping forward bit by bit, trying to find their heads that had rolled to Mosaic's feet.

There was a slight wave, and Mosaic focused his attention and saw several people gathered together in the crowd, emitting extraordinary waves.

The next second, the ground shook again. The ice layer naturally could not resist the force from the ground and immediately broke into pieces. The broken ice was swallowed up and then returned to flatness again. However, the few people who gathered together almost turned into old men, fell to the ground and slowly sank into the ground.

But those ordinary people seemed unable to see what was happening to those people. They only knew how to struggle to get up and continue running.

The leader walked to that place at some point, bent down to pick up a magic wand, looked at the mosaic, and showed a weird smile.

"Laugh at your mother."

A huge frosty hand suddenly grew out from under the leader, and was about to slap him in the face.

He reacted quickly to block the icy hand, his face suddenly turned ugly, and he shouted in a deep voice and rushed straight towards Mosaic.

Mosaic pressed the ground with his hand and pulled it suddenly. A great wall of ice rose from the earth and stretched across the center.

Boom!

The leader punched a hole in the ice, causing it to splash. Mosaic's expression remained unchanged, and countless ice spikes from all around stabbed towards the leader.

The more water there is nearby, the easier it will be for him to fight; at least he won't have to desperately extract moisture from the air.

Moreover, the broken ice can actually be reused to form super-long-lasting combat power.

"Remnants of the Demon Lord, I never thought you would obey Augustus so well."

"Huh, boring."

The leader didn't care about the injuries caused by the ice and seemed to be planning to trade injuries with Mosaic.

Mosaic would naturally not trade with him. These demons would only suffer minor injuries if they exchanged bodies. It was not worth it.

"Let me see how delicious the top students of the Grace Tower are!"

The two men started fighting, and Mosaic consciously moved the battle field away from crowded places, using his own endurance to pull up frost armors one by one and started fighting with him.

The military and police formation also collided with a team mixed with corpses and affected ordinary people.

Rubber bullets are completely ineffective. In this situation, one can only passively take the beating under the blast shield.

"Haha, aren't you worried about Olivier whom you are supposed to protect?" The leader in the battle suddenly laughed sinisterly.

Mosaic's face changed. "Oh no! I didn't expect you guys to make a feint to the east and attack in the west. You really are... like a moron."

His expression quickly returned to normal, his eyes revealing mockery.

"You're lying to me? Your two companions clearly went to Abdul's place." The leader still held on to a glimmer of hope.

"Who told you there are only three of us?"

Mosaic condensed into a pair of frost fists and jumped up: "Don't be distracted, Shabi!"

(End of this chapter)