I am a hero of the former civilization.

"I know, I also look down on them, but if we kill them, the Fire-Chasing Moth will disintegrate."

"Look at what you're saying. I didn't lay a hand on them. The choice was theirs. From beginning to end, all I wanted was to talk to them. It's these people who have something to hide and are afraid to see me."

Ryan's tone remained unchanged, sounding somewhat unforgiving, but as he said, he simply wanted to talk.

But the senator feared his arrogance and domineering attitude, and Karius was unwilling to give him a way out to settle the matter. The Faith faction would only fan the flames.

No one believed that Ryan was just there for a heart-to-heart talk, just as Ryan himself didn't believe it.

The two men stared at each other for several minutes before Coleman finally sighed and looked away. From his perspective, at least Ryan hadn't done anything wrong.

It's just questioning, right? We can have a group of fusion warriors watching over him. He might not suddenly start killing us. If all else fails, we can just find another place to talk.

Why did the Commander-in-Chief insist on provoking conflict? With his intelligence, he should have known that Ryan wouldn't back down.

Coleman sensed something was amiss and lowered his voice further: "Dr. May is in their hands. She's your friend. If she's gone, how will you explain it to Kevin?"

"You don't need to worry about that, I've already arranged it."

"But......"

Ryan raised his hand to silence him, then gently picked up his cup: "No need to say more. Go back and report. Either the council rescinds the order, or you can talk to me."

"You want war? Forget it. I know you're strong, but the Firemoth is fully prepared. Even if you go all out..."

“Wait.” Ryan interrupted him again, looking up, his eyes revealing only coldness behind his slightly reflective glasses.

"Major, have you ever witnessed my full power?!"

Chapter 266 The Strongest of All Fusion Warriors!

Coleman left, simply following orders, without uttering any harsh words. Ryan, however, remained expressionless, picked up the untouched cup of coffee, and glanced out the window.

There were signs of a sniper on the roof. Several patrol cars had circled the area more than a dozen times without them changing their vehicles. The intelligence department's operational capabilities still haven't improved much.

Ryan wasn't deliberately showing off; he just wanted to draw all the attention to himself so that Sakura would have a chance to act.

"Even if I still have some sense, I don't have time to wait for you to come to a conclusion."

He slowly finished his coffee before getting up, estimating that it was about time.

Including Kevin, the entire Ryan faction will be mobilized, but they will not engage in battle with the Firemoths. Instead, they will remain on the perimeter to guard against any potential attacks by the Herrschers.

It requires fighting, but it can't just be fighting; it really tests a person's skills.

“Welcome next time.”

The pretty waitress bowed by the door, happily accepting the tip, while the gentleman she saw as quite charming had already walked out of the store and disappeared into the neon-lit alley.

Ah, that's not a place for a gentleman like you.

The waiter was about to remind him, but Ryan had already disappeared. He could only wipe his money and think to himself that he had mistaken Ryan for someone else today.

As dusk settled, a cold autumn wind whipped up fallen leaves and trash. Ryan seemed oblivious to the scantily clad women and drunkards on either side, and walked aimlessly forward.

A bustling bar street, a damp slum, a rusty district hiding patients with Honkai disease...

At times like this, Ryan had no time to lament the darkness behind the city's light. He went straight ahead, simply swatting away those who tried to steal, making them scramble away as if they'd been ghosted.

Gradually, the flashing streetlights disappeared, and the people on the street became increasingly vulnerable.

This is an abandoned cargo terminal, where seawater crashes against the embankment and the air is filled with the smell of rust.

The old oil drums were burning with firewood. A group of burly men with tattoos on their faces and guns and knives slung over their shoulders were warming themselves by the fire. When Ryan, dressed in a smart suit, came in, they were all a little confused.

The style is inconsistent. Someone dressed like Ryan should be sitting in a spacious and bright office building, so why did he end up in this dark and stinking ditch?

Something was amiss. After a moment's hesitation, seeing Ryan still walking inside, they finally couldn't resist joining him.

"Kid, this is not a place for you."

With his path blocked, Ryan slowly looked up, glanced at his surroundings, and realized that he had actually plunged into the most chaotic West District.

It seems that Chaos is quite persistent with me.

Ryan found it somewhat amusing. He hadn't actually been thinking about or looking at anything; he was just taking a walk after dinner to clear his mind. He might have even plunged into the sea, but in this state of mental clarity, he had somehow ended up in the most chaotic area.

"Hey, I'm fucking asking you a question."

The burly man was roaring, his saliva almost splashing onto Ryan's face, which annoyed him. He was thinking of knocking him unconscious with a wave of his hand, but suddenly he raised an eyebrow.

The burly man in front of him had a red circle drawn on his dirty leather jacket, and Ryan immediately remembered what happened at Pado's house.

That was a huge pile of contraband that Pado had stolen. He glanced at the list and memorized the pickup location.

"Hey, what a coincidence!"

"What the hell are you saying? Are you crazy?" the black man yelled, veins bulging on his neck, making him look quite intimidating.

“I must say, we’re really destined to meet. We just wandered around and ended up in your Red Circle territory.” Ryan revealed a gentle smile, which was indeed inconsistent with the style of these uncouth people.

Seeing that the other party had directly revealed his identity, the black man was both proud and puzzled: "What kind of gang are you from, and what are you doing in our territory?"

"I don't do anything. By the way, I'm a member of the Asura Path."

What is the Asura Path? I've never heard of this gang appearing in New York.

Another question arose in my mind, and then my thoughts returned to nothingness.

Paji.

The sudden burst of air was like a thousand sharp blades, tearing the people surrounding Ryan to pieces, just like a large bowl of tomato sauce suddenly exploding, staining the entire alleyway bright red.

The pointed leather shoes stepped on the slippery bits of flesh. The gentlemanly man glanced at the terrified gang members in the distance. The highly concentrated jelly mixed with blood and rust was truly nauseating.

"If you're going to do it, you have to give them an excuse, and use your blood to ignite the fuse—"

"Just give it a try."

......

"Alpha 1 reporting, the target has moved."

"He is slaughtering innocent civilians with great speed; there are already fifty victims."

The soldiers monitoring from the high ground immediately noticed the anomaly and tensed up. The refined physics PhD described in the intelligence report seemed to have transformed into a rabid demon.

He hunts down every person, tearing apart every target. Humans are like fragile glass in his hands; a light touch and they shatter into pieces, leaving only crimson liquid everywhere.

Blood gushed from the arms depot and overflowed from the ice powder workshop, mixing together like a crimson stream that slowly flowed into the sewers.

There was silence on the communicator until the target entered a building marked with a red circle, at which point the order finally came through amidst a rustling sound.

"It is suspected that the target's mental state is deteriorating, and he has gone berserk. In accordance with the order of the Supreme Council, a suppression mission will be carried out before the disaster escalates. Lethal force is permitted."

"To reiterate, the target is extremely dangerous, extremely dangerous. Lethal force is permitted."

In fact, even without headquarters' reminder, everyone involved in the mission looked tense, even though some fusion warriors felt that these insects were no innocent civilians.

Claire's destructive power is too great. If she really has a mental problem and spreads to the city center, that would be a real problem. Such killings are terrifying.

It's not uncommon for fusion warriors to go berserk, but this particular situation is extremely deadly.

"Alpha Group received."

"The sword of punishment has been received."

"Operation begins! Operation begins!"

The fighting spirit spread, and the invisible electromagnetic waves suddenly surged dozens of times. Few people in this world could refuse, and few wanted to focus on dealing with Ryan. Most of the warriors were there to complete orders, and at least for now, the reason was still acceptable.

it has started.

Ryan stood in an office smeared with 'ketchup', with two broken human heads hanging on the wall and hundreds of kilograms of ice powder spread on the carpet like glistening gravel.

The radio waves suddenly surged, which was too obvious for Ryan, who possessed the power of thunder. He casually tossed aside the half-deformed corpse in his hand and gently closed his eyes.

He didn't indiscriminately kill innocent people, but his actions were too ruthless and too swift. It's understandable that the "Moth to the Flame" (a metaphor for a group of people drawn to a fire) would take preventative measures, but—

"I didn't betray humanity, I was just doing what's right."

Moonlight streamed through the hole, illuminating Ryan in his suit and tie like a spotlight on a stage. The man's eyes were tightly closed, and his right hand was outstretched.

Dragon Hidden.

With a clenched fist, the silver flute transformed into a two-zhang-long halberd, its narrow spikes and grooves reflecting the moonlight. The refined elegance vanished in an instant, and a warrior opened his eyes.

boom--

The Honkai energy beam cannon vaporized the wall, and Ryan flashed to the rooftop. He stood solemnly with his halberd in hand, his slightly worn white coat swaying in the wind. Against the backdrop of the myriad lights of New York, he gazed quietly at what lay before him.

On the dilapidated rooftops, abandoned shipping containers, and the tops of cranes, people stood densely packed together, some in small groups, others occupying their own space.

The sea was rippling, and a heavy mech nearly ten meters tall broke through the sea.

Many came, but they hadn't lost their minds and didn't send ordinary soldiers to their deaths.

Ryan glanced at them, too lazy to care whether his superiors were worried about the situation getting out of control, because the number of troops in front of him was terrifying enough.

Three high-ranking fusion warriors led by Coleman, three members of the Punishment Sword squad led by Vinal, a special reaction force, the 'Unicorn' mech squadron, and ordinary enhanced soldiers could only seal off the scene from the perimeter.

What a grand spectacle, but it's not enough. The Fire Moths still have enough trump cards to deal with unforeseen circumstances. If things really don't go well, they can completely eliminate all the Fire Moth councilors and frame me.

The same kind of nonsense that the religious sects could do, Karius could do too.

The sky was filled with the noise of propellers, yet it was eerily quiet for both sides.

Even if they don't have a massive army, they are still the most elite force of the Fire Moths, more than capable of defeating the Lawbreakers.

One side, alone and fearless, is like a god of war, always ready to challenge any challenger.

Damn, that pose is so cool, it's just missing some special background music.

Coleman, hiding in the shadows, glanced suspiciously at Ryan. Seeing his expressionless face, he cursed under his breath and turned to look at the pair of girls behind him.

They were wearing identical white shirts and plaid skirts, with waist-length black hair and neat bangs that framed two identical pretty faces. They looked like a pair of beautiful twin high school students, the only difference being their eye color.

But their massive arm armor, chainsaws, and meteor hammers added a touch of ferocity to their otherwise ordinary innocence.

“Anna, Isa, Dr. Ryan doesn’t seem to be going crazy. Is there something wrong?”

Coleman asked the question while crossing his two guns, leaning back with a serious expression.

“Major, I would be even happier if you could add a rank or the serial number CM008,” Anna, with her double red eyes, said with a frown.

"You want to learn from Dr. Ryan? Give up. Your genital-like face is disgusting. You don't look like a master at all." Isa, whose purple eyes were lifeless, shook her head, looking like she wanted to vomit.