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Bang!!

Another gunshot rang out.

A Royal Guard was hit in the chest and dropped to the ground.

Clatter, clatter.

Amid dense, hurried footsteps, a large number of guards tightly surrounded and protected old King Lewan, Gilan, and the members of the delegation.

Half of them carried swords and shields, while the other half were equipped with relatively old-fashioned firearms.

Bang!!

Another shot rang out.

With a sharp clang, a guard in front of Gilan jolted as the shield in his hand was pierced through.

Fortunately, the bullet had veered off, scraping the ground and throwing up a spark.

"Get His Majesty out of here!"

The captain of the guards roared.

Immediately afterward, Gilan and the others were ushered away at a rapid pace, leaving the open grounds of the factory compound for the outside.

The thunderous booms of gunfire continued one after another.

It seemed that the assassin hiding in the shadows was unwilling to let them leave just like that.

However, after the first shot failed, the Royal Guards had already reacted. They protected old King Lewan, Gilan, and the others well. No matter how the bullets came flying, at most they only pierced the guards' shields and could not harm anyone important.

"Damn it!"

On the rooftop of a tall building in a corner of the factory compound, a dark-skinned man with unshaven stubble and a headscarf cursed.

He was still wearing the factory's gray uniform, looking like an honest technical worker.

Yet the way he knelt by the railing was extremely practiced. He had a wooden-stock sniper rifle braced in his hands and watched through the scope as the Empire delegation gradually moved farther away.

Knowing full well that his chance at assassination had been lost, the man could only rise in bitter frustration. After removing