Dawn of a New Era-Chapter 586 - 560: Madness

Time flew by, and it was the third day.

Early in the morning, several main roads were blocked off, and the streets were filled with soldiers. There were even a few armored vehicles, while numerous snipers were deployed on rooftops and in hidden windows on both sides.

A scene of high alert.

...

"Click!"

The heavy sniper rifle closed its magazine, and two men, dressed in the Great Xia Country military uniforms, casually chewed on beef jerky, with the bodies of several soldiers lying nearby.

Currently, there were no wireless communications for individual soldiers.

Replacements for fallen soldiers took time to discover.

In their eyes, no matter how tight the security, it’s full of holes.

Religion, oil, and the game of power among major countries have always made Central Asia a powder keg on Earth.

Amidst frequent wars, it also produced many outstanding warriors.

Abbas was one of the best among them.

He joined the resistance organization at seven, waging war with the Government Army with a rifle.

To him, a gun was like the closest of partners.

As long as he had a gun in hand and kept his distance, even legendary figures could fall with one wrong move!

"May the God of Light bless us. Abbas, do you think the convoy will come this way? There are too many firepower points here!" a Central Asian man nervously licked his lips and asked.

"The God of Light blesses us, don’t worry, Abdul!" Abbas said lightly. "This isn’t our job. Our task is to draw and clear fire, to assist Lord Atasi in completing the mission and withdrawing smoothly. The Lord is with us."

"The Lord is with us," Abdul murmured.

"Don’t worry. We’ll make it back. You mentioned you had a daughter?" Abbas chatted casually.

"Yes, she’s only fourteen, very pretty, a charming darling, takes after her mother. After this holy war, I plan to spend some time with her at home," Abdul said, a kind smile appearing on his stern face.

"I really envy you. I’m sure the Chief Priest will agree."

At that moment, a soldier across the way gave them a signal to be on guard. Abbas lowered his head slightly and quickly acknowledged it.

The soldier seemed unaware, only his concealed arm behind was subtly moving continuously.

...

Early in the morning.

Chen Shouyi was assisted in putting on his suit and tying his tie by three hotel attendants.

"General Manager Chen, you’re naturally a suit model, your figure is fantastic," a beautiful female attendant softly said, gently smoothing the wrinkles of Chen Shouyi’s shirt, her face blushing.

The people who sell clothes would say the same!

Chen Shouyi thought to himself.

But why was wearing clothes so troublesome, with the three attendants busily working on him for over ten minutes, touching and arranging?

It was extremely meticulous and professional.

No thread went uncut and no fit left ignored. Even the slightest flaw wasn’t overlooked.

Unlike how he could finish dressing in ten seconds.

If he went at extreme speed, he could do it in half a second.

Of course, going that fast might accidentally tear the clothes.

The door gently opened, and two more people walked in quietly, glancing discreetly at the other three, their faces reddening as they told Chen Shouyi, "General Manager Chen, we’re here to do your makeup!"

"Makeup’s not necessary," Chen Shouyi hurriedly replied.

Otherwise, who knows how long it would take.

Moreover,

He never cared about being handsome or not.

...

"Screech..."

The vehicle stopped at the hall’s entrance.

Chen Shouyi got out of the car and immediately sensed a strange atmosphere. The security around was overly strict, with visible soldiers and several armored cars across the street, and many snipers hidden in the shadows. A quick scan revealed several of them.

A staff member accompanying him leaned in to whisper, "Recently, someone tried to assassinate the President. There might be another attempt today."

Chen Shouyi’s heart tightened, and he asked, "Barbarian God?"

The staff member paused, nearly choking, "No... it’s the Central Asian cultists."

Chen Shouyi nodded.

He thought it might be the Barbarian God!

This time, there was no detailed inspection or body search like last time, and Chen Shouyi followed the staff smoothly to the award ceremony hall.

There were only a few people inside, barely a dozen, but they were mostly military and political top brass.

As Chen Shouyi reached the door, everybody’s gaze instantly turned to him, nodding with friendly gestures.

...

"...The Chen Clan’s training method and the Chen Clan’s Horizontal Training 36 Techniques pioneered by Mr. Chen Shouyi have profound significance for all mankind and have greatly contributed to the war between humans and the otherworld," said the President, who presided over the event with a solemn and grave expression:

"Their immense power defends our country’s borders, making the Barbarian God cautious and unable to make a move. His presence is a beacon in the darkness, igniting hope in humanity, showing us that humans can defeat gods."

Even Chen Shouyi, with his thick skin, felt a bit embarrassed hearing this.

This was too exaggerated.

He just scared the God of Conspiracy with weak Divine Power.

"...Based on the High Commission’s decision, we award Mr. Chen Shouyi the National Defender Medal for his outstanding contributions to the country. This medal is unique and will not be awarded again... Now, let’s welcome Mr. Chen Shouyi to the stage!"

Amidst a thunderous round of applause, Chen Shouyi walked to the stage.

The two shook hands.

"Mr. Chen, congratulations!" the President said with a smile.

"Thank you, President, please just call me Chen Shouyi!" Chen Shouyi quickly replied.

The President was about to receive the medal and certificate from the ceremony host when a series of loud gunshots rang out outside.

The venue immediately stirred but no one panicked.

The President signaled to a middle-aged man in black sitting in the corner.

The man immediately stood, then swiftly leaped to the door and disappeared.

This man was evidently the legendary protector responsible for the President’s security.

The President’s brow furrowed, his expression dark, then he smiled, "Just a small matter."

He picked up the golden medal, preparing to put it on Chen Shouyi’s chest.

Then there was a boom like an explosion.

A large hole blasted through the wall, rubble flying everywhere, with a figure rolling across the ground like a cannonball, colliding heavily with the wall before stopping. The figure tried to stand but spat blood and slumped down.

It was the black-clad man who had left earlier.

Amidst the smoke and dust, two Central Asian men, with crazed expressions, emerged from the hole, their clothes torn and bodies covered in blood, clearly already injured.

This final assassination attempt involved four people, two of whom, including a legend, had already fallen on the road to divert firepower.

Now only these two remained, but it was all worth it.

Their sharp eyes fixed on the podium, the target almost within reach.

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ps: Today my sinusitis flared up, causing constant sneezing, and I just can’t continue writing. Only one update today.