Mexico City, the capital of Mexico.

The U.S.-Mexico border was broken three days ago, and with the collaboration of the Archdemon, the historical barriers of North America, which had been essentially reorganized, disappeared without a trace. The United Council of Hell has reorganized the human army, which is still under government discipline, and has undergone a massive mechanical transformation arranged by the "Flame Man". Robotic spiders mass-produced in Mexico are crated and flown to all corners of the continent to carry out highly effective human infestation.

Based on the masonry of soldiers with professional combat skills, the expansion of the spider web began to grow at an extremely rapid rate. Starting from the various large gathering points of civilization, the assembled armies marched into the city and forcibly quelled the disorderly massacres and riots by force.

Shuji Tsushima strolls through the streets of Mexico City, the faint smell of blood and the salty smell of disinfectant in the air. The midday sun was a little scorching, mixed with the spicy taco of burritos, and he decided to take some stomach medicine after his rounds to prevent digestive problems.

To his left, a tactical team dressed in former Mexican government uniforms was armed with assault rifles and smashed through the vestibule of a building. Shuji Tsushima greeted the soldiers standing guard in the perimeter cordon. The latter's eyes glazed over for a second, then saluted him.

"I'd like to go in and have a look." The demon said calmly.

"Yes, sir." The soldier snapped to the ground.

As the envoy and representative of the "Flame Man", although he has no real power, Shuji Tsushima has transcendent privileges both in the Demon Conference and in the spider web. He took off a high-strength ceramic-plastic riot helmet from the soldier's head and put it on his head. Without the cover of the helmet, a silver-gray layer of leather was exposed on the top of the Mexican man's head. It's like a skull made of silver.

To be active in the human world, we must obey the laws of the human world. Shuji Tsushima adjusted the elasticity of the helmet straps. Although he still possessed extraordinary abilities, the body was mortally wounded...... will die. After the gates of hell were closed. The demons who operate in the present world have lost their immortal talismans. In the past, being killed in reality meant nothing more than being banished back to hell and spending hundreds of years anew gathering your strength, but now...... It's different.

In a sense, he truly became an inhabitant of this world.

He walked into the red-brick building, which looked like a rental apartment, and the slimy touch of his feet made him frown at his calfskin shoes, scarlet blood splattered on the hoarse leather. It was covered in splatters of blood and broken limbs.

The craft of a low-level demon. Coarse, dirty, unhygienic. There is no beauty at all.

Millions of humans around the world have lost their lives after the collapse of the borders of hell. The lowest demons also have the power to tear mortals apart. The number of these demons may not be large compared to the total number of human beings, but the places where they appear are usually accompanied by bloody massacres.

As a member of the demons, Shuji Tsushima is well aware of their feelings.

After the collapse of the borders of hell, these lower beings panicked as much as humans. The world that had lasted for thousands of years was changed in an instant, exposed to the air of the present world, and the weak food around it was full of hostility towards itself...... Few demons are intelligent enough to find an opportunity to seize power from the chaos, and instead tear everything in sight to shreds in terror and rage.

Let's be honest. Even Shuji Tsushima himself was disturbed by the drastic changes in the world. Tradition is a powerful force, and he has spent centuries walking in human society and playing a variety of roles. Even used to be a very successful writer. The collapse of order has changed everything, and although he expects the power brought by subversion, even Tsushima Shuji does not know. This out-of-control world will be directed to light or darkness.

The lights in the hallway flickered on and off, and the bells and whistles of dark wallpaper and cheap paintings bought wholesale gave a grotesque atmosphere in the flickering lights. The central air handling system has been on strike for a long time. Shuji Tsushima's nose smelled a peculiar fishy hot smell. He recognized the smell.

Cerberus.

He doesn't like dogs or other living creatures with sharp teeth. Or dead things. The demon sighed and continued to advance with the soldiers in front of him.

Tactics teams with headlights silently and silently climbed up stairs, room by room. There were no channel contacts or tactical sign language for normal special operations during the operation, and Shuji Tsushima felt that they were like different organs that made up an organism, and the tacit sense of understanding that made them clean up was unusually efficient.

A burst of gunfire rang out in a room, interrupting his thoughts. At this moment, Shuji Tsushima noticed that several members of the entire group were turning in the direction from which the gunshots were coming at the same moment, and the members of the room were firing fiercely, while the rest of the team joined in the crossfire in a second. Frantic roars and gunfire mingled into gruff noises that echoed through the hallways.

Shuji Tsushima's head in his helmet felt like it was buzzing in the sound of gunfire, and he squinted closer to see a black canine with invisible flames burning all over its body—or a berserk creature close to the shape of a canine—rolling in the fire of seven assault rifles.

The soldier who first came into contact with it had his entire right arm bitten off, leaving only a layer of skin attached to the bloody limb. But what is frightening is that he seems to continue the fight without any pain, and the rifle that requires both hands cannot be used, so he shoots with a pistol in his left hand, and the hand holding the gun is very steady.

After hundreds of bullets in his body, the bullet-ridden Cerberus no longer fluttered. Its body melted in invisible flames, leaving only a small puddle of ash, deformed brass warheads glistening in the ash heap.

The soldier whose arm was bitten off was simply bandaged, and the broken stump was wrapped in gauze and hung around his waist.

Without waiting too much, the tactical group continued to advance.

Scattered gunshots rang out incessantly, and there was more than one demon lurking in the building. Shuji Tsushima followed the pace of the soldiers at a leisurely pace, and Mexico was in a better position than New York, which had been hit hard. It is said that the situation in Manhattan is still deteriorating, and the rich population and fallen souls have attracted wild demons throughout the state, making it a living hell. The Devil's Joint Council, which has a headache, has dispatched armored forces and air forces to fight the storm. If the situation continues to erode, the District of Columbia will be used as a base. The parliament that rules the new world will not hesitate to use weapons of mass destruction.

Isn't there anyone who recognizes the irony? Shuji Tsushima stepped over a half-gnawed corpse. It was a young woman, and he stopped for a moment. Staring at the girl on the ground.

She sat in the corner, her remnants of her face not looking frightened, but bewildered. She died crisply and neatly, without unnecessary pain. Judging from the skin and facial features, she may be less than twenty years old, and although the texture of the clothes is very cheap, the patterns and layout are simple and generous, which looks very flattering to her.

Such a young girl may have just tasted love. Her life has not yet begun. But here is a hasty end.

Beautiful, you are ruined miè.

Shuji Tsushima chanted softly, rubbing his fingers over the girl's open eyes.

A layer of ash suddenly fell from the ceiling, and Shuji Tsushima covered his face with his hands, and there was a slight shock. It should be some kind of small explosion. He hurried up the stairs, apparently in some sort of tricky trouble for the cleaning team.

The Cerberus is a social monster, and the demon thinks with a little chagrin that he should have expected it. This type of social monster usually has a powerful boss.

A three-headed dog of hell.

Apparently it didn't like being forcibly thrown into the world, and the three-headed dog wasn't as big as the fully grown monster Tsushima had seen before, perhaps because it wasn't mature, but even so. It is also stronger than a calf.

The striking three dog heads are facing different angles, and it looks at the transformation soldiers in a swaggering manner. Flames, ice, poison, according to the book. The three heads of a three-headed dog usually show these three attributes.

Shuji Tsushima stood at the top of the stairs and watched the battle break out before his eyes.

The gunfire was intermittent. The muzzle flames of his guns reflected in his eyes as deep as a deep pool, and the deep grooves carved by his great claws into the floor. He deflected his head as the stun bomb exploded. lest the bright light shine into his eyes. The warriors fought unyieldingly, bullets piercing the fur of the beasts, and the blood-soaked walls were spilled not only with human blood, but also with the blood of demon dogs.

However, no matter what, no matter how much nanospiders can eliminate the negativity in the human body, how they can selflessly dedicate themselves and develop their potential...... Combat effectiveness in substance remains an unavoidable issue. Even for demons, the three-headed dog of hell is a small nuisance.

It swooped left and right in the small space, rolling like a black fireball on the wooden floor, tearing fragile human bodies, furniture, and walls into pieces. Shuji Tsushima silently counted the time, and when the last member of the tactical team was killed, they held out for more than thirty seconds. A number to be proud of.

The two-eyed Cerberus is pressing on Shuji Tsushima, and one of its heads looks completely dead and scarred, but the danger seems to be increasing.

"I'm not a combatant." Shuji Tsushima said to it.

Cerberus continues to close, baring its teeth.

Shuji Tsushima pulled his phone out of his pocket, turned on the music player, and randomly selected songs came out of the stereo. The quirky rap of the young pop star echoes through the bloody corridors, and Cerberus glares at Shuji Tsushima in anger, then his eyelids begin to fight, and he falls to the ground with a reluctant pop and falls asleep.

Five minutes later, Shuji Tsushima walked out of the building with his collar in order, brass buttons glistening in the sun. His heart was filled with boredom with trivial things, and only the desire for future power could quench his affection.

In addition to the wild demons who are slaughtering indiscriminately everywhere, there are also the rebel groups of humans who have gathered after the panic - the demons disguised as government forces are taking over these independent armed groups, but there are also some ambitious people trying to take advantage of the chaos in the world - these are all problems that need to be solved urgently.

He pulled the pill bottle out of his pocket and chewed a small pill.

The Man of Fire.

Shuji Tsushima's eyes narrowed, and in that slender body lurked a flame that dazzled even demons. Such an outstanding and remarkable flame is a strong will possessed only by the brightest names. Those legends who have created immortal deeds, even demons will worship them.

Boss, hope I didn't make a mistake. (To be continued......)

PS: Before the 15th plane, I had to do 30 hours of design calculations and two A2 hand-drawn sheets...... Liver pain......