At the same time, somewhere in the western district of the seventeenth arrondissement.

Standing by the window of the safe house, Angre Safron watched the steady stream of mechanized troops pouring into the city, and a certain strong sense of familiarity developed in his mind.

This scene is familiar.

It's like he's witnessed this scene somewhere and somewhere before.

However, when he recalled it carefully, he realized that it was theoretically impossible to see this mechanized army.

"I'm going to film this scene and publish it!"

The female reporter picked up her camera, her tone sounding panicked and excited - it was absolutely unprecedented news, and without warning, military action had been taken against the 17th District, and her instincts told her that what happened next would truly give the people of the world a glimpse of the darkness of the coalition government.

Even she never imagined that the events involved in the creation of sweet dreams would eventually end in such a magnificent way.

She pointed her camera out the window.

Even if she can't survive this "clean-up operation", she will try to keep this precious image alive so that everyone can witness what is happening in Area 17 with her.

However, when she pressed the shooting button with excitement, the feedback from the device screen made her stunned.

All that appears on the screen is a clear blue sky and a city that is no different from usual.

The mechanized troops that swept past her eyes, leaving no trace in the equipment.

The female reporter subconsciously thought that there was a problem with the equipment, but no matter how she adjusted it, the camera captured the same picture.

"Is this also the latest technology from the coalition government? Can the military not be photographed by the camera equipment? ”

She blurted out in surprise.

"They don't exist."

After a long time, Angley spoke.

A feeling in the dark guided him, making him understand something he couldn't theoretically have known.

This force stems from someone's ability.

Among the many psychic abilities recorded by the coalition government, researchers have also listed them as one of the most destructive abilities, and the army that does not exist in this world can inflict real blows on the real world.

And only the enemies of this force can recognize their existence.

Angel's brain was racing, and a steady stream of information came flooding in, and he quickly realized that it was not his own, but related to his situation.

Perhaps, from the moment he fled from the seventh arrondissement, something was attached to him.

"Found you."

The eyeball scouting robot that suddenly appeared in front of the window scanned them through the window, emitting an eerie, piercing mechanical synthesis sound.

In an instant, the mechanized troops patrolling the city found their target and rushed in the direction of the safe house.

The sound of a minigun interrupted the female reporter's thoughts, and someone lunged her to the other side as the bullet tilted down.

By the time he came to his senses, the bullets from the Minigun had smashed the safe house into a sieve.

The mechanized troops, who are under the control of an unknown person, faithfully carry out the orders they have received, and will not stop attacking until the target is confirmed dead.

Before she could get up from the ground, the aftermath of the explosion sent her flying, but luckily the couch cushioned her from fainting from the thud.

The wall on one side of the window collapsed, and at this moment she saw the real scene outside.

Swarm robots obscured the sky like dark clouds, mechanized troops only seen on TV or in armaments albums took over the streets, and bombers swept through the walls as they swept through the sky.

At this moment, it was as if they had become the enemy of the whole world.

Shock and despair mingled in her mind, a war machine capable of destroying a city, as if it had only come for the two of them.

The ubiquitous mechanical synthesizer repeats the same message.

"Found you."

They repeated the signal over and over again, and all the war machines were connected by these four words.

The image made the female reporter realize the insignificance of the individual, and she was unable to make any effective resistance, so she could only powerlessly take out her camera and point it at the mechanized troops who were constantly scanning them with the flashing red scanner.

But even then, the device failed to capture any useful footage.

In the device's lens, there is nothing in front of you, only broken walls and unextinguished flames.

She felt that her life might be like a flame in front of her, about to be extinguished.

"What are you still doing?"

Suddenly, someone dragged her up from the floor and escaped from the room before the next offensive came.

There was the sound of explosions and strafing behind them, and they didn't dodge much, but the bullets and artillery fire seemed to actively avoid them.

In the back alley, they found the small broken car that had allowed them to escape from the Anomaly Investigation Bureau, as well as the military drone that surrounded the vehicle.

Compared to the ubiquitous war machines outside, this car can only be described as dilapidated.

This is the second-hand car she bought at a low price several years ago under the introduction of an intermediary, which is already her limit for the meager salary of a newspaper reporter.

She never imagined that this car, which she had used too many teenagers and how many times she had changed owners during that time, would become their only hope of escaping the battlefield.

"I would have taken out a loan if I knew it!"

She put aside all her thoughts, and the fear and despair in her heart seemed to subside, and she rushed to the driver's seat first, shouting bitterly.

She looked at Angray Safron at her side.

Another thing she never dreamed of was that the person who accompanied her through the last days of her life would be the most wanted person in the coalition government.

"Annai."

"Huh?"

"It's my name, don't forget it."

She pressed the gas pedal to the bottom and left all the traffic regulations behind.

The roar of the engine, followed by the crumbling sound, seemed to signal that the car was about to fall apart at any moment.

Bullets from military drones rained down on vehicles.

Naturally, it is impossible for a second-hand car bought at a low price to have a bulletproof coating, and the bullets easily leave dense bullet holes in the door, but at this moment, Anai feels that they are like those lucky protagonists in the movie, dodging the strafing in an almost unreasonable way, and rushing out of the alley under the baptism of artillery fire.

Mechanized troops caught up.

The smoke and explosions lit the way for them.