The only overlord in the southern hemisphere, Zhongdu, the capital of the Luzon Empire. May 25, 2030, night.

The city's original name was Melbourne, but now it is named a more oriental name. Although the name has changed, the traces left by the country in the past have not been completely erased. English words are still preserved in some corners of the street, but people have not deliberately removed them.

Because cultural or ideological disputes are meaningless on this planet - now the whole world is ruled by two emperors, and they are absolute authority.

One of the things that many people do most is to look up at the sky in the quiet night and look at the "Issue Card" embedded in the night. Its official name is "Human Immigration Project Space Base Station", but most people still like to call it "Issue Card". Because this name sounds more beautiful and gentle, it is easier for people to ignore a fact - how many past good things are completely buried because of such a project, and how many people have left their lives in the cold universe forever.

At 22:16 at night, there was no one on the street. Because the city was enforcing a curfew. Except for some factories and medical institutions that had to start construction overnight, other areas were forced to be powered off. Those who steal electricity and go out privately will be severely punished in accordance with the Human Relief Act - because they waste resources and harm the overall interests of mankind.

There is indeed no crime these days that is more terrifying than "waste". It is said that even the "holy emperor" would hide his palace in the night after 22 o'clock, and he was standing high above the black throne and silent for a long time. He scanned every corner of the world with his cold eyes - of course, this is just "sayed".

There are always other people who are privileged. A team of fully armed soldiers are patrolling.

The team has five people, well-equipped and well-trained. They walk slowly under the faint light of the street lights, with a serious expression, as if they are not walking on the streets of Zhongdu, but on the battlefield behind enemy lines.

The civilians in the buildings on the street are naturally not worthy of their guard, and those who violate the ban and go out privately are not worth it. Although people do this almost every night in this city, the "excuses" for those people are mostly because someone at home is suffering from an acute illness, and in desperation, they have to make this decision.

In fact, most of the time they tell the truth. This city has a population of nearly one million. With more people, anything can happen.

But law enforcement officers are usually less reasonable. Or people who are too easily impressed by those words cannot be law enforcement officers. In today's world, waiting for the fate of those who violate the ban is usually a legal sanction. Perhaps some "enlightened" law enforcement officers will beat them up and finish them - of course, the premise of "finishing" is that they can get something satisfying from those people.

This unspoken rule has long been denied, and everyone has tacitly understood it.

But this team of five was not originally responsible for curfew patrols - they were elite soldiers of the special operations forces. They came to the streets at night to see if anyone violated the ban, their target was another group.

Resisting an organization, or it is called "organization".

There is only one "organization" within this southern empire, and there is only one "organization" on this planet. People know both the organization but they cannot say they know it.

Because they knew who the leader of this organization was - a middle-aged man named "Ying Jue Ran". He was once the only heir to a duke of the Northern Empire, a senior officer of the Gyeonggi Garrison, and a Level A-level capable person. His information has long been memorized by relevant personnel. Even he knew what color of underwear he liked to wear.

But the problem is...except for this person. They know nothing about the others in that organization.

They don't even know if a colleague around them happens to be a member of that organization.

"Organization" is like a terrible monster. It is omnipresent. You can't know whether colleagues who seem to be in a good mood today will complain about the shortage of supplies after returning home from get off work, and whether they will become cynical because of the high-pressure atmosphere in the country. So you can't know whether "Organization" will take advantage of the situation and develop the person who has complaints about the empire into a brand new member.

The five soldiers walking on the streets not only dislike those who resist the organization. They also dislike those night law enforcement officers who are nicknamed "urban management". They seem to have too rough enforcement methods for those people, and almost every month, people die at their hands, let alone other "good things".

It is those people who intensified the conflict and made more and more radicals. They can only solve the problem in a more violent way, and at the same time generate more resentful people. This is a terrible vicious cycle, like a ball of gas that is constantly expanding in the pressure cooker. Once it finally explodes, the result will be extremely terrifying.

Most people know what the root cause is, but no one has the ability to change, and no one is willing to change it. First, they dare not think about the confrontation with the person on the Black Throne, and second, they know that the "hook card" on their heads is the last hope of many people.

Most people are thinking - that's it. Get through the present.

But others refused to change and became the destroyers of the existing system - they were the target of these five tonight.

A man codenamed "Mask" has attacked law enforcement three times within this month. His prominent feature is black clothes but wearing a white mask.

There is no doubt that this person is a member of the organization. He is very capable, coming and going like the wind, walking alone in the night of Zhongdu. Although no one died because of his attack, more than twenty law enforcement officers were injured by him.

The soldiers from the special forces had no sympathy for the injured law enforcement officers—and they could think of them with their butts that they must have done nothing good at that time. However, as emperors, they had to stand opposite to the attacker—although some people had praised what he did at night.

So tonight they implemented a plan - ask you to get into the trap.

An Imperial agent will play the role of a forbidden person, and five city managers will play the role. More than 300 special operations troops will be ambushed in various parts of the city in an attempt to capture him.

The capital's Defense Minister liked this plan very much and believed that once it succeeded, he could give the Holy Emperor a surprise.

It is 22:36 pm. This team of five special soldiers walked on the streets that were unreasonably clean, waiting for orders from their headphones at any time.

Five minutes later, the door of a residential building a block away from them was gently opened.

A middle-aged man looked out and looked out - the street was quiet, and only a few dozen meters later was a dim street light, and there were large shadows that could hide his figure. He waited for more than a minute until he "confirmed" that this place was really safe before he ran to the shadow of a building across the street.

He carried a cloth bag with him, and when he ran, there was a dull collision sound in the bag. It sounded like canned food. The canned food in the iron box was discontinued two years ago, and the subsequent ones were made of glass bottles. The quality was poor. This meant that he was carrying something that really made people's index fingers move. Even on the dinner table of the Minister of Defense in the Capital would not look the best.

His expression looked both nervous and anxious - the typical desperate mentality of having to go somewhere but worrying about running into the law enforcement officer.

But there is no need for him to worry about it. Both himself and others know that it is inevitable, and he just needs to act realistically.

Sure enough, after walking more than ten meters, five people shouted loudly and rushed out of an alley. The shouts spread far away from the empty streets, and even after several windows, someone touched the dark face and pressed his face against the glass, trying to figure out what was happening outside.

These people are naturally actors.

The arrested offender ran a few steps and was pressed to the ground. He began to plead loudly, claiming that his aunt was seriously ill and that he could not visit him due to the heavy work during the day and had time only at night. But his voice revealed his identity - this turned out to be a woman.

A law enforcement officer rudely lifted his hat and grabbed his hair. Under the light reflected by the moonlight and the "hair card". The law enforcement officer found that this was a pretty young woman.

The five people exchanged their eyes, and at the same time they lost interest in the canned iron in her bag, dragging her into the alley.

The young woman realized what was about to happen and began to resist fiercely. But the law enforcement officers knocked him out with a punch, and the figures of the five people quickly disappeared into the shadow of the alley. Then the sound of the fabric being torn apart came.

It’s basically impossible to act here. They can’t really play it. Besides, even if they really have the intention, they dare not - they are caught by a level A, and they can easily chop them into meat within one second.

In fact, these six people have been working hard to delay time. It has been almost twenty minutes since they were caught. According to their previous assessment of the strength of the Mask Man, twenty minutes are enough for him to rush from the west to the east of the city.

Even this location was carefully selected. It was chosen as the center of the location where the Mask Man committed the crime three times before.

Many people sighed in their hearts - it seems that they were in vain tonight. Maybe the one who happened to have something to do today or was left to work overtime. It's a pity that their acting skills are.

Just when they were about to finish work, they received another order. The superior commander instructed to start the plan b.

So far, they have implemented Plan A - a small fuss.

Plan B has a very vigorous smell. The actors who were originally looking out of the windows would become indignant citizens. They should rush out of their homes and run into the alleys to conflict with law enforcement officers. Then the conflict will escalate, and people on this short street will be caught in. Then a small-scale military and police force will clear the field and use force to a limited extent, making these "mobs" miserable without causing human lives - but the situation will be controllable, limited to this street.

Plan B was approved by the Minister of Defense. After all, it was his territory. There were accidents one after another under the eyes of the Holy Emperor, which made him feel that his future was worrying. He was determined to do his best in one battle, no matter how much the price he paid.

The five-man team on the street also received the same order. So they planned to retreat to the assembly point and transform into a riot-proof force - creating such a big momentum that even the deaf should have heard it.

The team leader sighed slightly in his heart, and before turning around, he subconsciously looked at the roof of the building next to him - the "actors" were "set" across this building.

In fact, he was also a little confused whether he wanted that person to appear or not.

But after a glance, his gaze was left there—there was someone on the roof.

He was very tall and wearing a black windbreaker with his back to them. He was watching...what happened on that street.

Damn, he had come long ago! The captain screamed in his heart. He had come long ago, he had seen through it long ago!!

He subconsciously raised his gun and aimed at the man. It seemed that the masked man also sensed that he was locked by the gun, and turned around and looked down at the team leader.

A straight line distance of more than 30 meters, he felt that he was seen through by the other party at once. His eyes passed through his bulletproof armored suit, through his skin and flesh, and kept looking into his heart.

He had never seen such a cold and gloomy gaze, as if this man concentrated all the anger in the world on himself, and there were endless dark tones in his heart.

Hearing the captain lifting a gun, his four team members turned around at the same time and followed the captain's gaze to look up on the roof.

But there was no one there.

"Captain, what's wrong?" asked a soldier.

After a few seconds, the captain woke up like a dream and put down the gun, pressed the communicator in his ear: "The fourth team reported and found the target..."

The farce that had been struggling for nearly an hour finally ended. That night, the capital's Defense Minister smashed his study and vowed to be incompatible with the masked man.

However, an hour later he was not even in a state of anger. The director of the inner government office called him - the emperor would see him tomorrow morning.

The Defense Minister suddenly felt that he had become a heart-warming person. Xiaoyi asked the emperor's attitude in his words.

But the director just hummed and said nothing, without saying a single word. So the Minister of Defense realized that he might be in trouble... The emperor disliked someone to cause trouble - whether it was the enemy or his own. Because large-scale chaos would affect social order and the progress of the project.
Chapter completed!