I am a hero of the former civilization.

"This ability is not bad; it combines offense and defense and also has a terrifying function."

Ryan stroked his chin. This was the first time he had used the pseudo-Herrscher's ability in actual combat. He glanced at the 'mummy' behind him and gave a self-deprecating smile.

There are more and more fusion warriors now. This lieutenant must have fused with a rush-class Honkai Beast. Although it is the lowest-level super-mutant factor, its combat effect is quite good.

Its short-range burst damage is very strong, exceeding the limits of human perception. With some equipment and a bit of brainpower, dealing with one or two hundred low-level Honkai Beasts is not a problem.

"It also took me a lot of effort." Ryan saw that almost everyone in the room was dead, each with wide-open eyes and broken necks, and then he beckoned with his finger.

The shadow receded, revealing Whitman's head. He was no longer struggling and was staring blankly at the ceiling.

Ryan was not a Herrscher of Knowledge after all. For professionals like him, the effect of mental shock was very limited. So he chose to scare the other party into losing his mind first, and then take the opportunity to use mental shock.

Jingle Bell--

The phone rang, echoing in the quiet room. After no one answered, the ringing continued for a few seconds before finally silencing completely.

Ryan ignored the eerie scene. He had already enveloped the room with his authority, so no sound would leak out. He simply crossed his legs.

"I ask, you answer: reinforcements are coming soon, let's hurry."

"Yes."

"First question: the intelligence department sent you to monitor us, so why are you following the instructions of the Japanese Government Administration Bureau?"

"Because that's what he told me."

As expected, the Japanese and certain people at headquarters are in cahoots. The intelligence department's mission is just a pretext. It's actually those two brothers who care more about what I'm going to do.

How insidious! After all, it's a legitimate mission. If I choose to ignore it, they'll trip me up. If I take out the intelligence agent, they'll make me offend other people, and they can hide in the background and watch the show. They're a bunch of old foxes who know the rules inside and out.

Ryan scoffed. He wanted to separate certain people from the Firemoths, but those people were desperately trying to become one with this behemoth. He wasn't a serial killer; if these agents were merely carrying out intelligence duties, he could simply throw them in the snow to cool off.

He finished thinking and asked softly, "The second question, who is he?"

A strange expression appeared on Whitman's face. He was trying to recall something, but his face was full of confusion.

"I-I don't know."

Chapter 203 I'm a person of reason, and I follow the rules in my actions.

boom!

The tightly closed door shattered into pieces, and a powerful flashlight immediately shone inside. Then, a humanoid machine more than two meters tall, completely encased in steel, rushed in, crushing the door frame into fragments.

Boom, boom, boom.

The heavy footsteps made the floorboards tremble. This was no longer a human exoskeleton, but heavy armor with built-in Honkai energy batteries and covered in weapons.

Aside from the fact that wearing them for a long time would cause ordinary people to be corrupted by Honkai, they are flawless in terms of firepower, mobility, and defense. Some models can even fly briefly.

The shoulder-mounted electromagnetic cannon searched left and right, while the grenade launcher loaded with thermobaric weapons pointed in all directions. With mechanical assistance, it directly removed the door frame.

As if facing a formidable enemy, the faces inside the round hoods were covered in sweat, and their heartbeats had reached the alarm threshold. Even above and below them, there were these tin cans ready to break in at any moment.

"The restroom is safe."

"The living room is safe."

"A human body was detected in the second bedroom."

Crash.

Various cameras and microphones were immediately pointed at the master bedroom. Under electromagnetic scanning, the situation inside could be seen through the wall, where five human bodies were lying.

"Major Coleman, please come here."

"What's the rush? I'm already here." The blond youth walked straight in through the door. He was dressed in casual clothes, which made him stand out among the group of tin cans.

Carrying his cane, he strode to the master bedroom door, glanced inside, and leaned back in a somewhat exaggerated manner.

"Wow, that's really impressive."

The agents sat in a circle on a few chairs, silent and without blood, as if they were collectively slacking off, but their vital signs had disappeared.

If you look closely, you can see that they are looking down, holding their phones.

"Did they find anything?"

"They all died of suffocation, but there were no signs of external force, not even a single injury. We also interviewed the surrounding residents, and apart from the sound of breaking glass, we didn't hear any screams or anything."

The ultimate assassination is more professional than poisonous pupa; even the world's best detectives would not be able to find a trace of it.

“It’s like I left a brothel without leaving any trace of where I was,” Coleman muttered to himself, the strange analogy causing the group to exchange bewildered glances.

"Forget it, since you don't understand, next time I'll use issuing an invoice as an analogy. Is he still there?"

“Yes, please follow me,” a soldier said in a strange tone.

Coleman strode to the window and, without even using binoculars, immediately spotted Ryan among the crowd of onlookers in the building across the street.

Like any other bystander, he stood on the balcony, pointing and gesturing at the soldiers. Amidst the swirling snowflakes, their eyes met.

There was no threat, no murderous intent; the man simply raised his teacup slightly and moved his lips.

Thanks for your hard work?

Coleman couldn't help but laugh out loud, and most of his resentment at being woken up from JK's bed dissipated. In his career as a secret agent, he had never seen such an arrogant person.

A warning? Or a declaration of war?

He didn't let his mind wander; he simply snapped his fingers and said, "Let's call it a day. This weather's weirdly cold."

"Wait, are we just going to leave like this?"

"Aren't you ashamed to stay here? Which eye of yours saw him do it? Our rules for the Moths of Fire are to neither let a bad person go unpunished nor to wrong an innocent person." Coleman waved his hand, urging impatiently.

"You want to play by the rules? Others are just playing along. Come on, come on, I'm paid by the night."

The soldiers were stunned again, unsure which of the major's words were true and which were false. Only when he left did the cynical smile on his lips suddenly disappear.

This doctor is more difficult to deal with than I imagined. When someone can transcend the rules and speak the rules, they are practically invincible.

......

That's interesting, that major.

Ryan took a sip of coffee and watched a group of tin cans leave the apartment building across the street.

He's not stupid. If the other side dares to attack, he will kill them all within the bounds of reason, law, and justice, which is absolutely in accordance with the self-defense regulations.

"Don't you like to talk about rules? Do you expect me to be reckless and treat the entire Firemoth as an enemy?"

"Sorry, I'm not that stupid. I follow the rules very well."

He turned around and saw Hua wearing boxing gloves, sitting upright on the sofa, which made him chuckle.

"Relax, they won't do anything to me. Look, they've all retreated."

what?

Hua, who was initially on high alert, was stunned. He rushed to the balcony and looked down, only to see a series of military vehicles had already left.

"But anyone with eyes can see it was you who did it, why don't you come and ask?"

"They may know, but they have no evidence and can't do anything to me. Think about why that is."

Hua did think about it, and she wasn't stupid; she quickly found someone she was familiar with.

"It's like the captain knowing there's something fishy going on, but she can't do anything about it because she has no evidence. She can't act according to her own ideas, can she?"

“Clever. I call it giving them a taste of their own medicine.” Ryan stroked the girl’s long, gray-blue hair and said with a smile, “Those people are behemoths to Himiko, and they need rules to protect themselves. I am the same to them; I cannot be dealt with based on my mood.”

Ryan wasn't arrogant; he was simply stating the facts, at least in Hua's ears. His senior brother was never an ordinary member of the Fire Moth, because he had no superiors, no department to which he belonged, and naturally, he wouldn't obey any orders.

How should I put it? More like a collaborator.

For one person to cooperate with the behemoth that chases fire is truly unprecedented and unparalleled.

"What's next?"

"Just do what you're supposed to do, I'm not in a hurry." Ryan yawned. He hadn't forgotten that he was going to Twilight Street; it's always good to get more attention in Japan.

"By the way, do you want me to help you draw cards?"

Hua blinked, her mind still reeling, and after a long pause, she pouted, "Absolutely not!"

"Don't mind it, I won't laugh at you."

"Nonsense, you were laughing the whole time last night, you didn't stop at all."

"That was an accident, I didn't mean to." Ryan and she played around for a while until Hua went to take a shower and go to bed, and then they quieted down.

He sat on the sofa, eating rice crackers and watching TV, and could hear people making quiet phone calls in the bathroom.

The commotion tonight certainly didn't escape Himiko and the others' notice, so they naturally called to check on them. However, unlike Ryan's specially modified phone, their phones wouldn't say much for fear of being tapped.

A prank show was playing on TV. Ryan watched quietly without a smile, his mind replaying the questions he had asked a few hours earlier.

The lieutenant didn't know much, or rather, the most crucial part had been deliberately erased.

"He, who could it be?"

Ryan crossed his legs. This person's identity was the key. In his opinion, this memory should have been erased using some kind of mental ability. Even if Ryan tried to communicate with him using mental abilities, he would not get an answer.

First, he was an ally of the Takeuchi brothers, which enabled him to effectively mobilize the intelligence department's resources.

Second, was he working for the two brothers, or were they all simply members of the Faith faction?

The wind's law, the law that resembles the law, Himiko, the seventh law...

With his fingers tapping incessantly on his thigh, Ryan surveyed the entire event, his grey eyes gradually deepening.

They are wary of me, afraid that I will discover certain facts, and they have gone so far as to set a trap to put me on the opposite side of the moths to a flame, as if they want me to deliberately kill those agents.

Ryan noticed some other oddities. For example, the lieutenant's reaction was a bit too much, since he hadn't actually killed him. As a member of the intelligence department, he shouldn't be so naive as to think that a low-level fusion warrior could kill a Herrscher-level powerhouse with a desperate attack.

Is this excessive bravery some kind of psychological suggestion?

He listened to the humming coming from the bathroom, took out his phone, and dialed Mei's number.

"You seem to have gone a bit too far," the girl said in a cool voice, tinged with a hint of dissatisfaction.

May never wanted the conflict to become public, not because of loyalty, but simply because she wasn't ready to accept the moth drawn to the flame.

"You found out so soon?"