The Arctic Country, located in the eastern part of the Anzhou continent, is one of the four major countries in the world. In terms of comprehensive national strength, there are only three countries that can be compared with the Grand Duchy of Xishan on the Via continent, the Federal Republic of Yugoslavia on the Hami continent in the southern hemisphere, and Astoria on the east side of the Anzhou continent and the Maizhou continent. Compared with the industry of the Grand Duchy of Xishan, the agriculture of the Federal Republic of Yugoslavia, and the military industry of Astoria, the Arctic Kingdom is particularly outstanding in the preservation of traditional culture.

In 1276 BC, the strongest empire in the history of Anzhou Continent, the Litoya Dynasty, was established, which brought peace to Anzhou Continent for more than 200 years, then fell apart and the country fell into war. In the end, Gurayin Tuyatesla, known as the orthodox successor of Ritaya and known as the "King of Dou", unified Liuhe and established a new state, the Tuyatesla Dynasty, in the location of the present-day Arctic Kingdom. Six more dynasties followed, each lasting shorter than the previous one. Because their royal family is basically in the same lineage, the history is based on the Tuyatesla dynasty, and these seven dynasties are collectively referred to as the "Tuyatesa Seven Empires".

On May 1, 3 BC, on the eve of the end of the War of the Century, the last of the Seventh Empire, the Quillon Dynasty, surrendered to the rebel army in a civil war known as the "Twilight Rebellion". The rebels formed a new government, the Arctic State, and established the current constitutional monarchy.

As a result, May 1 naturally became the national holiday of the Arctic countries. It was officially established in the first year of the new era, and today it is the 140th building. On May 1, 140 New Era, every corner of the Arctic Continent was dyed with the colors of the festival. The next 10 days are the long-awaited holidays.

The degree of celebration and welcome of this festival has long surpassed that of the New Year, which can be seen from the national policy. On the day of the National Day, people will party all night, all TV stations will broadcast the National Day Gala, and all online media will follow the broadcast, which will last from 7 p.m. to 2 a.m. the next day. The information on the website will also spread the word National Day all over the world, and it is full of historical introductions to the Arctic Kingdom and words of blessing from people. During this time, unless it is an alarm such as an invasion of foreign enemies, you will not see any news on TV or on the Internet other than celebrating the holiday.

The city of Sirada is a medium-sized city with a population of more than 7 million people, located in the southeastern part of the Arctic Continent. In the morning, except for some civil servants who were still at work, everyone else had already entered a state of vacation. Merchants are busy hanging the national flag, pasting ribbons, and placing the national flower of the Arctic Continent - drunken peony, a special peony variety, as if drunk with wine, the petals show a dark red that gradually increases from the inside out, a flower unique to the Arctic Continent. It always appears in various traditional festivals, embellishing the festive atmosphere and keeping people's emotions high.

In a commercial street, among the endless and lively crowds, a lonely figure walked by, which was incompatible with the atmosphere of the festival. The man with an eyepatch on his right eye wears a brown trench coat and trousers, and brown leather shoes. His clothes were open, revealing a pale yellow shirt with a diamond-shaped, sun-like pattern at the center.

He put his hands in his pockets and walked quickly. In the middle of the process, he pushed away several salesmen and turned down an invitation from a beautiful woman. None of this is more important than the purpose of his trip.

He, Harrif Raymond Dimitt, is here to work today.

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Dimmit was the first time he had been to Siralda. 20 minutes ago, he took a taxi from the airport into the city. Because there was a traffic jam everywhere, I simply changed to walking, relying on the map tips on my smartphone to find my destination. Every distance he walked, Dimiit pulled out his phone to check the route.

Now he was about to pass by a supermarket, not far from his destination. At this time, a feeling broke into Dimmit's mind, which made him raise his head slightly. This feeling comes from the supermarket, a faint EXP reaction, it should be a superhuman person, Dimmit doesn't need to look at it to tell.

That's right, there is no need to look, he has the ability to perceive EXP within a certain range - the ability of the Omen. When he killed Sato six years ago, he not only absorbed Sato's energy, but also robbed Sato of his power element, gained the power of the Omen, and kept it until now. Capturing the power of other superpowers, this power of seizure is Dimmit's unique skill. Throughout the history of superpowers, there has never been one. Dimmit knew that this was a weapon brought to him by the curse, but it was unknown if it was all of it.

What happened next surprised Dimmit. In a matter of seconds, the faint EXP reaction became stronger in an instant, without warning. As a rule of thumb, it should have been the superman who had activated his power, and if so, it wouldn't be fine. Dimmit's concern is that the initial reaction intensity was low, negligibly low. But after that, the strength is enough to become combat power, and this change is very abnormal.

Would you like to go in and have a look? When Dimmit was hesitating, a series of explosions were heard in the supermarket, several fireballs mixed with thick smoke smashed the door of the supermarket and rolled out, and a large number of burning goods were brought out.

"Blaze! Help me! ”

The sudden fire frightened passers-by. Everyone fled one after another, and there was chaos outside the supermarket. Dimmit calmly squeezed through the panicked crowd and quickly stood in front of the supermarket.

The inside of the supermarket was lit red by fire, and the fire was devouring the goods on the shelves with impunity. One man fell to the ground, turned into charcoal, and died a miserable death. In the firelight, a woman bent over her head, her face covered with long crimson hair, and her upper body rose and fell with heavy breathing. Dimmit knew that it was the EXP reaction he perceived, and all of this must have been the woman's handiwork.

The woman has almost destroyed everything around her, and is looking for a new person to vent to. Suddenly she saw Dimmit, and she eagerly focused all her anger on her right hand, which was blazing, and its owner stepped on the debris of the ground, and screamed and threw himself at Dimmit.

Dimmit's hand glowed, catching the woman's burning hand, and the light wrapped and neutralized the flames at once. He tugged hard, and the woman stumbled, got up on the ground, bent over, and ran away like crazy. This appearance frightened off the onlookers, and the crowd automatically dodged a way, and the woman quickly disappeared.

Dimiit wrapped his clothes and looked in the direction of the woman's escape. He wondered what had happened to the woman. If she had entered the store in a state of madness, the people outside would have been scared away, and she must have been quiet when she entered the supermarket, probably because something had happened to set the fire. The anomalous change in EXP intensity is the best proof of this.

Before he could figure it out, the police patrolling nearby arrived at the scene, drove the crowd away, and hurriedly pulled up the cordon, cordoned off the supermarket, and Dimmit was kicked out. After a while, the fire engine also arrived, and the fire extinguishing work began. As for the woman, no one seemed to pay attention to where she went at the tense firefighting scene.

Dimmit, who was standing outside the cordon, looked left and right and noticed two men. They were all dressed in overalls with white stripes on a yellow background, and although they were blackened, Dimmit could still see the name of the supermarket "Buster" on them. Seeing their panicked looks, they must be worried about how to explain to their bosses. Dimmit quietly walked over and stood behind the two.

"Where's the store manager? Are you coming? ”

"Besides, it is estimated that the leaders above are coming!"

"It's over, we'll all have to ...... it."

When the two suddenly saw Dimmit eavesdropping, they shut up and stopped talking, turned around and walked out of the increasingly dense crowd and into an alley not far from the supermarket. Dimmit followed in. The two men were very unhappy when they saw Dimmit following closely.

"Who are you, always following us?"

Dimmit didn't answer, but asked, "When the store was on fire, I saw a woman running out, is it the clerk?" Or a customer? ”

"Why tell you?"

Apparently they didn't know what character was standing in front of them. Dimmitt has always pursued the principle of being able to use his hands as little as possible to make noise, he grabbed the neck of the clerk who was talking nonsense with him, and injected him with a little EXP, the kid's face turned pale, his mouth was open but he couldn't scream, he could only twist his facial features to express pain.

Dimmit reminded another clerk in a daze: "I don't like to go around corners. Can you tell me the question in a simple and clear way? ”

The clerk had already been dusty and hurriedly said everything he could say. "She's, her name is Sarah, Sarah Beard, and we're the ones working part-time, about two years. We don't usually have much contact with her, and we don't know much about it. ”

"Has she had any illnesses in the past?"

"Sort of. She asked for leave a week ago and never showed up, who knew that she suddenly ran back today and set fire to the store! ”

"She's a superhuman?"

The clerk hesitated for a moment with his mouth open, but still replied, "This, this...... Actually, we didn't know it at first, but it wouldn't be wrong to look at it today! ”

Listening to the tone is not like lying. Dimiit let go. The hapless clerk hurriedly took a few deep breaths, and the confessing clerk was busy checking on his companion's condition, and Dimiit took the opportunity to leave.

Two frightened clerks walked out of the alley, only to find that something more unfortunate had just begun. Outside the cordon, a black sedan stopped at some point. They recognized at a glance from the license plate number that it was a car from the Buster supermarket Sirada Regional Company. Next to him stood three middle-aged men in straight suits. The man in the middle, who is slightly shorter and has his hands behind his back, is the company's deputy general manager, Levi Yamen, who is in charge of business and personnel. He represented the company in investigating the cause of the fire and assessing the damage. This man has a lot of status and real power in the company, and he is notoriously ruthless, and his eyes are very good, and he sees them at the same time as the two clerks see him.

Levi pointed his finger at the two clerks, and the two men behind him walked over and brought the two poor creatures with them.

"What are you hiding there for?"

The two clerks didn't know where to start. Levi's eyes narrowed slightly, and he signaled to one of the clerks to hurry up. The clerk, having satisfied Dimmit's thirst for knowledge, had to tell the truth again. He told the story of how the fire happened, who set it on fire, how they found out about Dimet, and how Dimeter forced them.

His words piqued Levi's interest. "Is the man you are talking about in his 20s, wearing an eyepatch on his right eye, and green hair?"

The clerk nodded repeatedly.

A more complete image appeared in Levi's mind, but he needed to confirm it again. He took off the nameplate on the clothes of the two clerks, and the miniature camera installed in the nameplate was prepared by Buster Supermarket to ensure the image of the clerk's service and deal with all kinds of disputes, which happened to be used at this time.

"You two come with me to the company, and I'm going to make detailed records."

The two clerks complained again and again, and had to obey. And by this time, the culprit who had made them unlucky, Dimmit, had found his destination: a café at a crossroads.

He pushed the door open, and the crisp sound of the doorbell drew a smiling waiter.

"Welcome, sir."

Dimmit didn't even look at the waiter, and following the perceived EXP reaction, he turned his head and walked towards the back of the bar and stepped into a private room.

In the private room sat a man, about the same size and age as him, holding a cup of light coffee. The man's dress was noticeably more elaborate than Dimithe's, his black coat hanging from a hanger, and his brown shirt was so flat that no wrinkles could be seen, as if he had just bought it and put it on. The cuffs were all buttoned, the collar was meticulously arranged, and a black tie that was as smooth as the asphalt hung from the neck. The left index finger wears a ring engraved with a black four-pointed star. It wasn't just a carved decoration, there was something like liquid tumbling inside.

Dimmit's arrival made the man look up, put down the cup in his hand, and got up with a smile to shake hands.

"It's on time, Dimmit."

"Do you still like to come early as you used to, Dior?"