The only overlord of the southern hemisphere and the capital of the Luzon Empire. Night, May 25, 2030.

The city's original name was Melbourne, but it is now given a more oriental name. Although the name has changed, the traces left by the former country have not been completely erased. English characters are still preserved in some corners of the street, but people have not gone out of their way to remove them.

Because cultural or ideological battles don't make much sense on this planet anymore - now the entire world is ruled by two emperors, who are absolute authorities.

One of the most common things many people do is to look up at the sky in the quiet of the night and look at the "hairpin" embedded in the night. Its official name is "Human Migration Project Space-based Station", but most people still like to call it "hairpin". Because the name sounds more beautiful and soft, it is easier for people to ignore the fact that how many good things in the past have been completely buried because of such a project, and how many people have left their lives in the cold cosmic space forever.

At 22:16 p.m., there was no one on the street. Because the city is enforcing a curfew. With the exception of some factories and medical facilities that had to work overnight, power was cut off in other areas. Those who steal electricity and go out without permission will be severely punished under the Human Relief Act – because they waste resources to the detriment of humanity as a whole.

There is really no crime more terrible than "waste" in these years. It is said that even the "Holy Emperor" would hide his palace in the night after 10 p.m., and he would remain silent for a long time on the black throne. Scanning every corner of this world with cold eyes - of course, this is only "said".

There are always others who are privileged. A detachment of heavily armed soldiers is patrolling.

The squad consisted of five people and was well-equipped and well-trained. They walked slowly under the faint light of the street lamp, with serious expressions, as if they were not walking on the streets of Zhongdu, but on the battlefield behind enemy lines.

Naturally, the civilians in the buildings on the street are not worthy of such vigilance, nor are those who go out without permission in violation of the ban. Although there are people in the city who do this almost every night, most of those people's "excuses" are that someone in the family is suffering from a sudden illness and has to make this decision in a hurry.

In fact, most of the time they tell the truth. The city has a population of almost one million. There are a lot of people. Anything can happen.

But law enforcers are often less reasonable. Or that people who are too easily moved by those words can't be law enforcers - in this world. What awaits the fate of those who violate the ban is usually sanctioned by law. Perhaps some "enlightened" enforcers will beat them up and finish their work – only if they get something satisfying from them, of course.

This unspoken rule has long been tacitly acquiesced, and everyone knows it.

But the group of five wasn't originally in charge of curfew patrols — they were elite soldiers of the Special Operations Forces. They didn't come to the streets at night to see if anyone had violated the ban, they were targeting another group.

Resistance groups. Or "organization".

There is only one "organization" within this great southern empire, and there is only one "organization" on this planet. People know about the organization, but they don't know about it.

Because they knew who the leader of the group was—it was a middle-aged man named "Ying Duran". He used to be the only heir to a certain duke of the Northern Empire, a high-ranking officer of the Gyeonggi garrison, and an A-level ability. His information has long been memorized by the relevant personnel. Even the color of his underwear is clear.

But here's the problem...... Remove the person. They don't know anything about anyone else in that organization.

They don't even know if one of their colleagues happens to be part of that organization.

The "organization" is like a terrible monster. Pervasive. You don't know if a colleague who seems to be in a good mood today will come home from work and complain about the shortage of supplies, or whether he will become cynical because of the high-pressure atmosphere in China. You don't know if the "Order" will take advantage of the situation and develop the person who has a grudge against the Empire into a new member of them.

The five soldiers who were walking down the street did not like the Resistance. I also don't like the night enforcers who are jokingly called "chengguan". It seems to them that the law enforcement methods of those people are too rough, and people die at their hands almost every month, not to mention other "good things".

It is those who exacerbate the contradictions and make the radicals more and more numerous. They can only solve problems in more violent ways, and at the same time generate more resentment. It's a terrible vicious cycle, like a ball of gas that is constantly expanding inside a pressure cooker. Once the most scorching erupts, the results will be extremely terrifying.

Most people know what the root cause is, but no one has the ability to change it, and no one wants to change it. First, they didn't dare to think about confronting the person on the black throne, and second, they knew that the "hairpin" on their heads was the last hope for many people.

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

But others refuse to change and become the destroyers of the existing system – and they are the targets of these five tonight.

A man codenamed "Mask" has attacked law enforcement three times in a month. His distinguishing feature is that he is dressed in black, but wears a white mask.

There is no doubt that this person is part of the organization. He has superb skills, comes and goes like the wind, and walks alone in the night of Zhongdu. While no one died as a result of his attack, more than two dozen law enforcers were injured as a result of him.

The soldiers from the Special Forces had no sympathy for the wounded enforcers - they must have done nothing good with their butts. However, as Imperial soldiers, they had to stand in opposition to the attacker, even though some had applauded his actions at night.

So tonight they carried out a plan - please enter the urn.

There will be an Imperial agent playing the Forbidden One, and five city managers in their true colors. More than 300 other Special Operations Forces soldiers lay in ambush throughout the city. with a view to capturing it.

The Minister of Defense of the capital liked this plan very much, and thought that if it succeeded, he could surprise the Holy Emperor.

It's 22:36 p.m. This five-man squad of special forces walked the streets unbelievably clean, waiting for orders from their headsets.

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

A middle-aged man peeked out - the street was quiet, and there was only a street lamp a few dozen meters away, and the light was dim, and there were large shadows to hide his figure. He waited for more than a minute, until he "confirmed" that it was really safe before ducking into the shadow of a building across the street.

He carried a cloth bag with him, and there was a dull crashing sound in the bag as he ran. Sounds like canned food. The cans of tin boxes were discontinued two years ago, and glass bottles were used after that. And the quality is very poor. This means that he is carrying something that is really appetizing. Even if it is placed on the dinner table of the capital's defense minister, it will not appear to be out of place.

He looked both apprehensive and anxious—the typical desperate mentality of having to go somewhere and then worrying about running into a law enforcer.

But there was no need for him to worry. Whether it's him or anyone else, he knows it's inevitable, he just needs to act realistically.

Sure enough, after walking more than ten meters, the five people rushed out of an alley with a loud shout. The shouting was heard far away in the empty streets, and even behind some of the windows, someone pressed his face against the glass in the dark. Trying to figure out what's going on outside.

These people are naturally also actors.

The arrested contraband ran a few steps before being pushed to the ground. He began to plead loudly. He claimed that his aunt was seriously ill and that he could not visit because of the heavy work during the day, and only had time at night. But his voice betrayed his identity - it turned out to be a woman.

An enforcer violently lifted his hat and grabbed him by the hair. Illuminated by the moonlight and the reflection of the "hairpin". The enforcers found it to be a very young woman.

The five men exchanged glances and lost interest in the tin cans in her bag and dragged her down the alley.

The young woman realized what was about to happen and began to resist violently. But the enforcers knocked them unconscious, and the figures of the five people quickly disappeared into the shadows of the alley. Then came the sound of the fabric being torn.

It's basically impossible to act here. They can't really be on the ground. What's more, even if they really had that mind, they wouldn't dare - what they caught was an A-class, and they could easily chop them into meat foam in a second.

In fact, these six are already trying very hard to stall for time. Almost twenty minutes had passed since he was caught, and according to their previous assessment of Kamene's strength, twenty minutes was enough time for him to get from the west of the city to the east of the city.

Even the location was carefully chosen. It was chosen in the center of the location where the masked man committed three crimes before.

Many people sighed in their hearts - it looks like tonight is for nothing. Maybe that one happened to have something to do today, or was left to work overtime. It's a pity for their acting skills.

Just as they were about to call it a day, they received another order. The superior commander instructed to start planning B.

So far, they've been carrying out a plan A – a petty fight.

And the B plan is very vigorous. The actors who were looking out of the window will become indignant citizens. They should be desperate to rush out of their homes and run into the alleys to confront the law enforcers. Then the conflict will escalate, and everyone on this short street will be involved. Then a small number of military and police forces came to clear the area, using limited force, and making these "mobs" miserable without causing any human life – but the situation would be manageable and limited to this one street.

Plan B was approved by the Secretary of State for Defense. After all, Zhongdu was his territory, and under the nose of the Holy Emperor, there were one after another accidents, which made him feel that his future was worrying. He was determined to do his job, no matter what the cost.

The five-man squad on that street received the same order. So they planned to retreat to the assembly point and transform into a riot force - making such a noise that even the deaf should hear it.

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

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

But after glancing at it, his eyes were left there—there was a man on the roof.

He was very tall, wearing a black trench coat with his back to them. He's watching...... Watching what's going on that street.

Damn, he's here early! The squad leader exclaimed in his heart, he had already come, he had already seen through it!!

He subconsciously raised the muzzle of his gun and aimed it at the man. As if the masked man sensed that he was locked by the muzzle, he turned his gaze condescendingly to the squad leader.

With a straight-line distance of more than thirty meters, he felt that he was seen through by the other party at once. The gaze passed through his bulletproof armor, through his flesh and skin, and into his heart.

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

Hearing the sound of the captain raising his gun, all four of his team members turned around at the same time and followed the captain's line of sight to the top of the building.

But there was no one there.

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

The team leader woke up after a few seconds and put down the gun as if from a dream, and pressed the communicator in his ear: "Team 4 reports, found the target ......"

The farce, which had been tossed for nearly an hour, finally came to an end. That night, the Minister of Defense of the capital smashed his study to the ground, vowing to stand up to the masked man.

However, an hour later, he didn't even have the heart to get angry. The head of the Inner Office called him - the Emperor would see him early tomorrow morning.

The Minister of Defense suddenly felt that he had become cold, and he took the director's words and asked the emperor what his attitude was.

But the director only hummed and said nothing useful. Then the Secretary of State realized that he might be out of luck...... The emperor disliked the least that someone was making trouble—whether it was an enemy or his own. Because large-scale chaos will affect the social order and affect the progress of the project.

The Emperor didn't even mind the people around him seeking petty privileges, as long as they did their best to do a good job. But this time he did his best, but unfortunately he messed things up. (To be continued......)