517 The Tragedy (1/2)

Chapter 517: The Tragedy

Translator: _Min_Editor: Caron_

The clock at the church struck seven o'clock.

In the opera house, two streets past the University of Ber, the sound of the melodious symphony echoed. The Kermen Orchestra from Vienna, Austria delivered a spectacular performance. Under the direction of the concertmaster, all musicians bowed to the audience.

Taking advantage of the intermission, Sim and the Austrian president sitting at the top of the opera house happily chatted with each other.

”Very good performance; Evelyn will regret his early departure.”

”I'll pass your compliments to the band and they'll be honored at praise coming from the President of Frankberg,” the Austrian president said. ”What's the next show?”

”It's 'Opera: Turandot,' the masterpiece of the famous Italian composer, Giacomo Puccini, played by the Ber National Orchestra. You can look forward to the next show.” Sim crossed his legs as he rambled on in a lighthearted fashion.

The curtains opened again and a bonfire lit the stage. With a horn-like tune, the actors dressed like nomads filed out from behind the scenes. Beautiful but cold Yuan Dynasty Princess Turandot solemnly ordered her people: if a man could guess her three riddles, she would marry him.

Countless admirers fell at the soldiers' knives. With a smoke curtain, a chaotic atmosphere was created vividly.

At this point, a young man wearing black armor with a covered face carrying a black towel and violin case unhurriedly stepped onto the stage. Originally immersed in the opera, Sim frowned slightly as he didn't remember such a violinist debuting in ”Turandot.”

On the stage, two soldiers came forward and put swords to his neck, just like the previous martyrs. Looking at the young man, Turandot's frozen but elegant face looked surprised; she didn't remember a scene like this in the plot.

The masked young man smiled and opened the violin case...

And then he calmly took out the the MP7 submachine gun hidden in the case!

Before anyone could react, he shot down the soldier in front of him and shouted a chant to the Holy War.

”All—”

At the same time, he pressed the trigger with a menacing smile.

Blood splattered in the air.

The deafening screams suppressed the sound of bullets. Without any shield to protect them, the audience in the front row quickly collapsed from the wave of bullets. The music of the opera came to a halt as the actors rushed backstage into the emergency exit tunnel in a panic.

Then they encountered another terrorist who opened the safety with a menacing smile…

The opera house was in complete mayhem. Men abandoned their female companions, and women dropped their heels. Just as everyone flooded toward the door, a warrior stood up to protect the women and children, but he soon died under the gunfire of the attacker.

Sim, sitting in a VIP seat, ducked under the table. The two bodyguards beside the President immediately took out their pistols and stationed themselves at the door to the room.

”Dammit, what's going on? There can't be an anti-terrorist drill in the middle of the opera?” The Austrian President hid behind the sofa and spoke with an ashen face.

”This isn't a joke. Don't worry, the security force of Frankberg is just outside.” While Sim's expression didn't look any better, he was calm.

As the President, even if he didn't have too much decision-making power, he still knew how much money the National Defense Department spent each year on anti-terrorism. The soldiers from the security forces were the elites of the elite. In this world, they could easily deal with a few terrorists!

Just as the two Presidents and the Deputy Prime Minister were waiting to be rescued, the outside was in complete chaos.

”The Ber Opera House was attacked by terrorists. There are a total of six gunmen. I repeat…”

The police and special forces stationed outside the opera house immediately stormed in and engaged in heavy gunfire with the terrorist. The smoke alarms rang, guns constantly fired, and the situation was in disarray.

Fortunately, the security force was there; they were the elites of Frankberg.

Unfortunately, the terrorists took the employees and actors as hostages. Even if the security force was composed of elites, they still had to be wary.

”Nelson, what are your people still waiting for?! They only have six people - attack now!” Rushing to the scene, Casper grabbed a walkie-talkie and took command but he couldn't with his wig that flew away in front of the media as he roared into the walkie-talkie.

”Sir, but they took the opera theater crew as hostages-” Crouching in the bunker, Nelson calmly reported to his commander.

”Fool! I'll give you 2 minutes to fight to get inside!”

...

”But sir, there are 57 hostages inside.”

”Yes, but they are terrorists and our President is inside! So is the Austrian President! Attack, now!”

”…Roger.”

Nelson took a deep breath then clenched his fists at his troops before swinging his fist down fiercely, signaling a command to attack.