For a superpower, punishing an East African warlord could not have been easier.
Marash, who returned to his base with a whole pile of trouble trailing behind him, had no idea that the only reason he had lived this long was because no one had considered him worth noticing.
And now, his greed had completely enraged a force he never should have provoked. It was not just Hua Nation watching him now; the whole world had turned curious eyes toward him.
Of course, they were not curious about how he would escape death.
They were curious about just how miserably he would die...
At this moment, Lu Zhou, who was visiting Copenhagen, had no idea about the things happening behind the scenes.
To be honest, these matters had already gone beyond his professional field. Although the force targeting him made him somewhat uneasy, it was far from enough to frighten him.
Or rather, it was not even enough to make him wary.
With the Aerospace Forces on standby around the clock, there was probably no one in the world safer than him.
Still, it was rather regrettable that Li Gaoliang had not come to meet him on the cruise ship after completing his mission. Otherwise, Lu Zhou had planned to buy him a couple of drinks.
Staying at Copenhagen's most luxurious hotel, Lu Zhou sat in the executive lounge, drinking afternoon tea while scrolling through Weibo on his phone.
Over the past few days, the headlines of major news outlets had all been dominated by the Orbital Paratroopers who had descended from the sky. The most amusing were the netizens from District 11, who had given the unit all sorts of bizarre names.
Things like "Flames of Heavenly Tribulation," "Heavenly Soldiers," and "Empire's Space Knights." Most unbelievable of all, these