Starting with Blood Healing to become an Ancient God

Chapter 0325 The Powerful Black Pharaoh

Here, while the high-ranking officials had already given Marion the order to kill, Marion had already led a group of workers to Liberty Square in the center of Massa.

Tens of thousands of workers were gathered here, and tens of thousands of onlookers were also present. From the sky, the crowd looked dense, like an ant nest.

"We cannot continue to remain silent. The bloodthirsty capitalists will only exploit us; they will not give us a single extra penny!"

"Workers! We want to fight for our rights! We want to be our own masters! We are not slaves to capitalists!"

"We are not slaves to capitalists!"

"We are not slaves to capitalists!"

The deafening roars echoed outwards from Liberty Square, and could be clearly heard from two kilometers away.

"Fellow workers, let us unite! Let's stop working for those capitalists! Let's fight for our rights!"

"We want to form our own guild! A guild for us workers! A great organization that can protect the interests of all of us workers!"

"Fellow countrymen! It's time to stand up! Don't bow down to those vampire-like capitalists!"

Marion, holding a megaphone, stood at the highest point and continuously emitted inspiring messages.

Los was standing next to Marion at this moment, because he could sense that fifteen snipers had appeared on the surrounding buildings.

Meanwhile, at least twenty people in the crowd of workers were constantly moving closer to this side.

Marion, standing on the platform, was also somewhat uncertain, because he knew very well that if those people wanted to kill him, they could do so at any time here.

But now the arrow is on the bowstring and can't be stopped.

Just as Marion was feeling very worried, a voice came from somewhere and reached his ears.

The voice remained as mysterious, composed, and elegant as ever.

"Thirty-five people are approaching and preparing to kill you."

Upon hearing this, Marion's slogan froze for a moment.

Los continued, "Don't stop, keep shouting. Just listen to what I'm saying."

Marion, having been through similar experiences, quickly recovered and continued his speech.

"Someone will fire a shot in a moment. I'll make sure the bullets graze your clothes and skin, and you'll bleed a little, but it'll only be a superficial wound."

Do you know what I mean?

Marion's brain raced, and he immediately understood what Los meant.

He nodded slightly to indicate that he understood.

"This child is teachable." Los was very satisfied. He sat leisurely in mid-air, waiting for those people to make their move.

Marion's inspiring speech continued.

Meanwhile, the assassins hiding in the surrounding buildings were already prepared.

They were all seasoned veterans, armed with state-of-the-art sniper rifles obtained from the military, with an effective range of 500 meters.

The distance is now less than 300 meters, and a bullet could easily blow that guy's head off.

Taking a deep breath, as agreed, the assassin on the north side fired first.

boom!

A heavy gunshot rang out, and the people in the square fell silent upon hearing it, then turned to look at Marion.

Everyone knows that the wicked capitalists have always regarded Marion as a thorn in their side.

This shot was definitely aimed at Marion.

Sure enough, when everyone looked over, they saw a bloody gash on Marion's cheek, with blood flowing down the wound.

"Mr. Marion! You're injured! Get down here! Someone's trying to kill you!" The workers below shouted urgently.

Marion, on stage, fell into a temporary silence.

That last shot really terrified him; the burning hot bullet still made his face feel hot.

For a fleeting moment, he even felt that he was dying.

But miraculously, the bullet actually turned.

"My God! The mighty Black Pharaoh! He actually possesses such amazing abilities!"

After a brief silence, Marion stood up again under everyone's worried gaze.

At this moment, under everyone's gaze, Marion, with a resolute face and deep eyes, shouted loudly: "Fellow countrymen! Do you see that! Those capitalists who only know how to hide in the back are afraid! They are afraid of our voice! They are afraid of our rise!"

"So, in their rage, they're ready to kill me! To kill me, the one who led you to speak out!"

"But!" Marion suddenly roared with all his might.

"But! They don't know! No one can stop this spirit of resistance! Even if they kill one of me, there will be thousands upon thousands of me! Everyone here will be me! Everyone will inherit my will!"

"If I really die here today! If our death can bring reasonable benefits to our compatriots, then! You evil capitalists! Shoot me!"

"Great revolutions throughout history have always involved bloodshed! And in this revolution, I am willing to be the first to shed blood!"

Oh oh oh oh oh!

Such inflammatory words, such a fearless spirit and attitude, are all the more real and infectious, especially in a situation where someone is almost killed.

"Protect Mr. Marion! Protect Mr. Marion! Find those capitalist lackeys!"

Just as the crowd below was filled with righteous indignation, gunshots rang out again from all around.

Marion remained motionless, his gaze firm and profound. His body, no different from that of an ordinary person, stood there as majestic and steadfast as a mountain.

People who were just moments ago afraid of the gunshots are now all looking up at Marion, who stands motionless and ready to die.

Now, no one doubts that Marion will transform from a leader into a hero!

Under their gaze, it seemed that Marion's bravery and greatness had infected the heavens, or perhaps the very people who were watching.

None of the bullets hit Marion; only one bullet pierced the muscle of his left arm without damaging the bone.

Even so, Marion stood there resolutely, roaring, "You evil capitalists, you can never defeat a true fighter! Death cannot stop him!"

At this moment, the assassins around them were completely dumbfounded, so dumbfounded that they began to question the meaning of life.

Even if they don't hit the target every time, their accuracy rate is at least 95%!

But now, in this completely still situation, they are getting empty shots, which makes them start to question their existence.

Just as they hesitated, they suddenly felt the door behind them being smashed open with tremendous force, and then a group of workers with bloodshot eyes and angry faces rushed in.

"Seize these capitalist lackeys! Protect Mr. Marion!"

"Damn it! How did they find us?!" At this moment, the thirty-odd assassins were completely dumbfounded.

Chapter 0326 The Radiation of Angry

These gunmen were ordinary people, and their sniper rifles couldn't fire in bursts. Faced with such a group of incredibly angry and physically strong workers, they had no chance of resisting in this cramped room.

Almost immediately, the gunmen were caught by the workers and beaten black and blue.

Meanwhile, more workers formed a human wall around Marion, ready to shield the hero from bullets with their own bodies.

Marion was shocked by the situation. He hadn't expected this tactic to be so effective, capable of driving the workers to such a frenzy.

But what shocked him even more was how the workers managed to spot the gunmen hiding in the surrounding buildings and the attackers hidden in the crowd.

The next second, Marion suddenly thought of that powerful, mysterious, and elegant Black Pharaoh.

"It must be him!" Marion was absolutely certain.

It should be noted that the dozen or so long-range gunmen on the perimeter were scattered in seven buildings around the square, and the workers surrounding the area could not possibly see the guns inside through the windows.

Finding those twenty attackers mixed in with the crowd among 60,000 people is something that almost no ordinary person can do.

"This is incredibly powerful!" Marion felt a tremor run through his heart.

He never imagined that he could receive help from such a remarkable person.

All the killers had now been identified and brought over by the angry workers.

Marion seized the opportunity to launch into a new round of speeches.

With the core tenets of fearlessness in the face of death, prioritizing the interests of workers, and exposing the ugliness and ruthlessness of capitalists, Marion began to package everything about himself using his infectious language.

Los in the sky was very satisfied with the situation here, and he immediately notified the captain of the patrol and guard team around the area, Chief Church.

Church then quickly relayed Los's instructions to Bell and Kane.

It's important to understand that when the entire city's police system and a large, clandestine gang work together to send a message, the speed is terrifying.

The police officers' identities and embellished descriptions greatly enhanced its credibility.

At noon, in less than two hours, everything that happened in the square had spread throughout most of the city.

At a fast food restaurant in the factory area on the north side of the city, a large number of workers in overalls wiped away their sweat and then took out a Rosa coin to buy a lunch.

Lunch was simple: black bread spread with lard and a large bowl of mashed potatoes with lots of sugar.

It's very simple, but it can provide them with a lot of energy and sugar, enabling them to complete high-intensity physical labor.

"Hey, have you heard? The protest in Central Square is really bad."

Two policemen were chatting quietly in front of the restaurant.

"Do I even need to hear about it? I just came from there on my shift! Tsk! You didn't see it, but 60,000 workers gathered in the square, scaring those bosses so much they didn't dare show their faces."

"Really?!" the tall policeman asked.

The short policeman said excitedly, "Marion's speech was very inspiring and united all the workers. There were even dozens of gunmen who wanted to assassinate Marion. Guess what? It was as if God was on his side. The gunmen weren't in good shape today and only shot him in the arm."

"And another thing! Marion is a true hero! He's completely fearless. I think those big bosses are really scared this time, daring to assassinate Marion so openly, in front of 60,000 people!"

"And then?" The tall policeman seemed to be enjoying the story.

The short policeman continued, "When I left, the deputy mayor had already come over to appease them, saying there was room for negotiation. I didn't expect that this commotion would actually work out. When can we make a commotion too?"

"Are you looking for death? Aren't you living a comfortable life right now?!"

The two policemen spoke in hushed tones, seemingly without malice, but the listener took it to heart.

It was lunchtime, and the workers were very densely packed. Hearing the police talking about these things filled them with shock, excitement, and even a sense of longing and regret.