Ultimate Firepower
Chapter 275 - 262: Killing People and Destroying Their Will

Chapter 275: Chapter 262: Killing People and Destroying Their Will

It’s just too much, really too much!

It feels amazing, truly amazing! So thrilling, I’m about to take off!

Marina watched the incoming footage and felt she’d never experienced such a high in her life.

"Quick, sync the footage to Elysee Palace! Use the doomsday line!"

What is the doomsday line?

As the name suggests, it’s a line that’s supposed to be used when the end of the world is near, and of course, not a traffic line, but a communication line.

As France’s highest-level intelligence unit, once it has obtained extremely important intelligence, of course, it must deliver the message to the president as fast as possible. Since the intelligence has to be significant enough to send, and the situation big enough to warrant its use, this line has colloquially become known as the doomsday line.

Using the doomsday line is the ultimate luxury.

At the command, all high-level officials authorized to use the doomsday line suddenly had the footage forcibly pop up on their screens.

Whether they were sleeping or eating, on the phone, or even if their phones are turned off, anyone who qualified to receive this specialized phone immediately saw the apocalyptic scene.

"I told you to speak! Have you gone mute?"

Everyone’s first reaction was shock, then confusion, because their phones were forced on, and the first footage they saw was so explosive yet utterly baffling.

The Secretary of Foreign Affairs was enjoying his dinner, but after he saw the image pop up on his phone, he suddenly leaned back and promptly stood up.

"This is... the UK... Secretary of Foreign Affairs!"

Luckily it was a private dinner, no need to worry about leaking state secrets.

Eyes wide as saucers, then raising his voice by an octave, the Secretary of Foreign Affairs exclaimed in extreme astonishment, "Is this a prank? Or are they shooting a movie?"

"Apologize! Apologize for plundering Greece’s precious cultural relics!"

There were several red marks on the Secretary of Foreign Affairs’ face, but an unapologetic handgun kept tapping across his face.

The Secretary of Foreign Affairs kept his mouth tightly shut, seething with rage, still refusing to speak.

The French watched with the satisfaction of eating chilled watermelon on a scorching summer day. Of course, it only went so far.

Gao Yi was now getting into the details, itemizing by country and artifact, listing them out one by one.

The main point was to have more reasons to slap faces; it was all about having a justified cause.

A man can be killed but not humiliated, yet Gao Yi insisted on humiliation without the killing.

"This is an emergency line from Elysee Palace, Directorate-General for External Security activating the doomsday line, Elysee Palace has received the footage and is broadcasting urgent information to all terminals."

The minister’s assistant received detailed notifications, and he had to explain it to his boss, otherwise, the sudden puzzling footage could really startle someone.

The minister was in high spirits, laughing heartily, "Haha, the UK is going to need a new Secretary of Foreign Affairs, but even if they switch people, it’s no good now. The UK’s Secretary of Foreign Affairs will forever be a synonym for disgrace, hahahaha..."

The minister laughed openly.

The Ministry of Defense was going home after work, and he, too, received the same information.

"What is this? A hacker attack?"

The Ministry of Defense was seriously startled, but he quickly realized the source of the message was Elysee Palace, meaning this video was genuinely top-secret, sent via the legit doomsday line.

Thank goodness, text information began to play below the video.

"This is... headquarters of Military Intelligence Sixth Department, Directorate-General for External Security agents interrogating the British soul?"

The Ministry of Defense felt as though ice water had been poured over him from head to toe, chilling to the bone, but on the premise that this was happening during the blazing heat of summer.

A mixture of shocking and exhilarating.

"This is going to cause big problems!"

The Ministry of Defense immediately grabbed the phone, dialing a number and assertively urging, "Convene an emergency meeting, discuss a response to potential military retaliation from the UK, yes, that’s right, military retaliation; prepare an emergency plan, fast!"

And at the Ministry of Culture and Communication, the situation was again different.

"Yay! Long live! Nicely done!"

The minister, over fifty, had bloodshot eyes and wildly pumped his fist in support.

Because he was a victim, someone who would love nothing more than to see Iron Fist George and all the Brits dead.

So, for the urgent video sent by the President’s Office, he felt an unparalleled rush of elation, a deep thrill that shook him to his very soul.

While some rejoiced, others worried; there were always the rational ones. So, some started calling Elysee Palace, questioning the necessity of these actions, asking if they could stop, and inquiring about how to mend the rapidly deteriorating relationship between the UK and France to avoid the worst outcome.

But neither the supporters nor the detractors could extinguish the joyful exuberance that flooded the Presidential Office at that moment.

"Well done!"

"Hit him!"

After all, someone must take care of the details, and those now in charge of detail were tasked with ensuring that the signal is precisely delivered to everyone’s phones. Of course, they also had a big screen to watch the live broadcast.

As for the president, he was laughing unrestrainedly in his bedroom at this time, while lavishing praise without stinginess.

And Gao Yi, the one tasked with doing things, was of course continuing to supply the onlookers with material for their amusement.

Which one of them was the most despicable?

The most despicable was, of course, Iron Fist George, but he had defected and couldn’t come back; he wouldn’t be returning to Military Intelligence Sixth Department.

Gao Yi took them one by one, and naturally, the Director of the Military Intelligence Sixth Department came last.

"You say, how do you plan to resolve this."

The moment before, the Director of the MI6 wished he was dead, but now, he couldn’t die even if he wished to, nor could he escape. Moreover, each attempt he made to call for help was met by a gunshot, rendering him unable to raise his voice.

He thought, since his future was thoroughly ruined and since neither his reputation nor his power could be kept, he might as well save his own life.

The Director said weakly, "Resolve what."

He had to say what needed resolving, as the most infuriating thing about Gao Yi was that he asked questions that were impossible to answer, only speaking of issues that couldn’t be resolved.

But this time was different.

Time was nearly up, over twenty minutes had passed. There was plenty of video material to edit as one pleased. Continuing this meaningless conversation was just a waste of life and opportunity.

"Resolve the issue with Iron Fist George."

For the first time, Gao Yi brought up a substantive topic.

The Director of the MI6 immediately perked up, seeing hope to end this torment.

"You say how to resolve it?"

Gao Yi thought for a moment and said, "First, the Military Intelligence Sixth Department needs to issue a statement, just say that Iron Fist George has defected."

Whether Iron Fist George had truly defected was up for debate, but what was certain was that he wouldn’t show up before Gao Yi to court death.

The Director of the MI6 would definitely bring Iron Fist George to him without hesitation if he could.

With gritted teeth, the Director said, "Even if he has defected, everything he has done has nothing to do with the MI6!"

The Minister of Intelligence looked at the Director, wanting to say something, but in the end, gave up.

The Secretary of Foreign Affairs sighed. He glanced at the gun in Gao Yi’s hand and once again his courage to demonstrate his integrity disappeared.

The mess created by the MI6, with the Directorate-General for External Security seeking retribution—since things couldn’t be salvaged, it was best to suffer less.

Neither able to fight back nor speak up, and now that a serious matter could be discussed, the topic returned to Iron Fist George. So he spoke.

Gao Yi thought for a moment and said, "Since Iron Fist George has nothing to do with you, shouldn’t you eliminate this traitor who caused a crisis between the UK and France?"

The Director of the MI6 opened his mouth, feeling that Gao Yi’s words were the most absurd, but considering the live broadcast, these absurdities suddenly made sense.

With no choice, the Director whispered, "Yes, we will definitely capture him and interrogate him thoroughly about everything he did!"

As he spoke, he became angry, with the Director of the MI6 absolutely detesting his subordinate.

Since he couldn’t fight back against the enemy, all he could do was vent on his own people responsible for all this, especially since this person truly screwed up and ran, ruining them.

Gao Yi had nothing more to say and decided to wrap things up.

He looked at the four people in front of him.

The four ministers were kneeling in a row—a sight not just rare in a century, but unprecedented.

At that moment, Gao Yi achieved the highest accomplishment of an assassin, the kind that was unparalleled in history.

Don’t ask how he did it because even he didn’t know; somehow, things had just turned out this way.

But as spectacular and gratifying as the scene was, how was he to end it?

Actually, it was simple.

Gao Yi had four hostages in his hands; how could he not escape?

Don’t forget, once through the undersea tunnel, he would be in France. In France, did Gao Yi still need to fear the British?

If worse came to worst, he just wouldn’t come back again.

What mattered was how to humiliate these four dignitaries. With these images, his safety was assured. Even if the British would rather sacrifice these four dignitaries to finish off Gao Yi, they would have to consider whether Gao Yi would broadcast this scene to the whole world.

As it stood, both the hitter and the hit understood that in this covert struggle between the UK and France, France had won a great victory. According to the unspoken rules everyone abided by, such news wouldn’t be made public, but if the British weren’t willing to concede and wanted to regain their face by killing people, then the French truly wouldn’t give them any face.

So what else could be done? Admit defeat, a complete one.

"Alright, it’s time to end this farce. I want to leave, but I’m afraid your snipers will take me out with one shot. So, how should we resolve this issue?"

The Director of the MI6, with the lowest rank, had no choice but to take charge. He said weakly, "We’ll use a helicopter to send you to France."

"France? I have no connection to France. What if someone shoots us down with a missile?"

No one felt like entertaining Gao Yi’s remark, so no one spoke.

Gao Yi, calm as ever, said, "How about this, you make an urgent visit to France. I’ll ride on your diplomatic plane over there. I think this way, there’s definitely no chance of being shot down by a missile, right?"

Murderous and devastating, and it was not enough to kill, but to whip the corpse?

The Director of the MI6’s lips quivered and he said, "Don’t be too excessive!"

Gao Yi immediately responded, "Apologize for your past crimes of invading the world, apologize!"

Watching Gao Yi raise his gun again, and knowing the kind of statement meant they’d be hit, the Secretary of Foreign Affairs, left with no choice, said, "Enough! We’ll do as you say. But I really want to ask the French what exactly they are up to!"

Gao Yi put his gun away, and the Director no longer said a word.

The Secretary of Foreign Affairs, drained, said, "Arrange for the plane, an emergency visit, we... we’ll take it slow and see who has the last laugh, and who will end up crying!"

Even while being beaten, a few tough words had to be said. There was no other way, so let it be.