Mario sat back in the chair, but no one around him noticed that he was already dead.

The bullet entered from the side below Mario’s heart, avoiding the ribs, creating a large cavity inside his chest, then turned and exited through a big hole in his back.

The person sitting behind Mario screamed loudly because the blood sprayed straight backward from the hole in Mario’s back, splattering all over the faces of several people behind him.

Just after Mario sat down, the man who had snatched the cane from Hammer suddenly heard a crisp sound, and a wisp of green smoke emerged from the tip of the cane.

"He has a gun! He fired it!"

After Hammer’s full-throated but terrified shout, a sharp and high-pitched soprano screamed in French.

"He fired a gun, he has a bomb! Run!"

Both voices came from Hammer’s mouth, and after screaming, Hammer stood up and ran outside, stumbling and pushing aside viewers as he rushed out.

The man who had snatched the cane from Hammer looked bewildered, his butt still hurt, and he didn’t know what happened. He held up the cane, confusedly staring at Hammer who was desperately fleeing.

It wasn’t just Hammer fleeing now; the panic quickly spread around him, and more and more people began to follow Hammer’s lead and escape.

The gendarme pushing Justin away turned his head, looked towards the area of the commotion, and saw a man holding something resembling a stick standing there, surrounded by people panicking and fleeing in all directions. So the gendarme immediately dropped Justin and rushed towards the scene of the chaos.

The Italian Delegation’s seats were in uproar too, because one of them had been shot, was dead, prompting several people in black to quickly appear beside the Italian Prime Minister, pressed his head, surrounded him, and pushed him away.

It wasn’t just the Italians; the Americans reacted first.

In fact, most of the top leaders of countries received similar treatment, where several people surrounded them and quickly escorted them away.

Most viewers still didn’t know what happened because the sound of gunfire was loud, whether from a simulated re-enactment or from a big screen, and the commotion was concentrated in one corner and had not yet spread throughout the venue.

The chaos wasn’t sufficient yet, so Yarebin gently waved his hand.

A sudden explosion occurred in the auditorium.

The explosion wasn’t powerful, but it was loud enough to cause strong panic.

At last, the chaos spread throughout the venue.

Yarebin stood up, supported by Vasily, and softly said, "Withdraw."

The battle on Gao Yang’s side continued.

Gao Yang pulled the bolt, and as the cartridge ejected from the chamber, he grabbed it, then ran a few steps, laid on the sandy ground, and fired three shots into the sky.

There were still two bullets in Gao Yang’s pocket, he took them all out.

The parachuting continued, the first person had already landed, and several people waiting on the ground went up to support the elderly man, but the battle persisted.

Just then, not far from Gao Yang, a German suddenly asked, "What’s happening over there?"

Gao Yang turned his head and saw that the auditorium was in total chaos.

At that moment, the French gendarme still inside the fortress rushed out, shouting loudly, a German wondered, "What’s he shouting? What’s going on?"

A large number of police and gendarmes rushed towards the auditorium, especially the French Presidential Guard were chaotic, trying to protect the French dignitaries and attempting to find the source of the chaos to control the situation.

Looking around, the entire place was filled with panic-stricken viewers.

Except for one person, the person sitting in front of Hammer, still holding onto Hammer’s cane.

Seeing a large group of people in plainclothes, uniforms, and police clothing rushing towards him, the Big Beard man shivered, then threw away the cane, raised his hands, and shouted, "It’s not me, it’s him, it’s..."

Nobody was listening to his words, at least a dozen people rushed towards the unlucky fellow chosen by Hammer, knocked him down, pinned his hands behind him, stepped on him, and began searching him.

They didn’t find anything on him, but someone in plain clothes picked up the cane, glanced at it, and immediately shouted, "This is a gun!"

They twisted open the grip of the cane, and a cartridge shell fell out.

Another person searching around flipped over Big Beard’s chair and found two bullets taped under the seat.

"It’s him."

"It’s not me, not me, my butt was stabbed, I jumped up and an old bastard gave me a cane, it’s not for me, he meant to attack me, really, really!"

"Save these words for the judge, bastard!"

An angry officer in a police uniform shouted, then loudly commanded, "He definitely has accomplices, find them!"

The entire celebration was messed up, but at this moment, another explosion occurred in the auditorium.

This time the explosion was much more powerful, blasting sand in all directions, but fortunately, the crowd had dispersed, leaving no one injured.

However, the powerful explosion caused the audience even more panic and led those trying to maintain order or find the real culprit to change their strategy, prioritizing the protection of civilian lives.

"Evacuate the crowd, arrange orderly retreat!"

Typically, one could easily determine the general direction from which a bullet was fired by observing the wound or the direction the victim was facing.

However, Mario was standing sideways when he was shot, and by the time he sat down and died with his head tilted, the direction indicated by the wound changed.

Someone died in the Italian official delegation, which was serious, extremely serious for Italy, and even more so for the hosting country, France, because it was like a slap in the face for them.

After checking the wound, someone immediately pointed in one direction and shouted, "Over there!"

Anyway, the direction pointed by the Italian president’s bodyguard was not towards Gao Yang, not towards the position of the war re-enactment.

The French dispatched emergency personnel, but they all knew it was too late.

The French were disgraced, one by one looking as if they had lost their dear ones, while the Italians appeared very angry because having a companion shot dead during such a grand event would certainly make them furious.

But Italy was only showing anger; anyone with a little status or who knew Mario’s identity knew who did it and why these things happened.

It must have been Justin, but it couldn’t be said openly; the Italians quickly reached a consensus because the French were now very angry, and it was best not to connect the stirring of the event to Italy. It would be France’s embarrassment if they couldn’t find the culprit, just don’t involve Italy in it.