Cthulhu America, I can see the kill line.

A dozen or so guns, their muzzles pitch black and their designs indistinguishable, were all aimed at the intruder's head, their barrels gleaming with a cold, hard sheen.

The face of the person opposite was shrouded in chaos, making it difficult to discern even a trace of their expression, leaving only a blurry outline.

"In the name of Mayor Hills, I order you to put down that magical object!"

Akane Carnegie, the city's highest-ranking official, was now flushed, with veins throbbing on his forehead, his usual composure completely gone.

He took a step forward, his voice carrying an unquestionable tone, devoid of any respect, and he didn't even give the other person a level look.

Order me?

Kong Jiu's eyes flickered slightly as he swept over the group of fully armed personnel.

Within the [Spiritual Vision], the energy fluctuations of each person are stable and robust, approximately 1.5 times that of an ordinary enhanced soldier.

There were about twenty people, and although the equipment they held did not emit spiritual energy, it faintly revealed a special texture that was different from ordinary iron.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze piercing through the posture and aura of the group of people like fine needles.

Their hands gripped their guns with measured tension, their breathing was steady, and their heart rates were uniform, clearly indicating that they were highly trained elites.

Compared to the previous group of undisciplined "heroes," this well-trained armed personnel were worlds apart.

No wonder this old guy is so fearless.

"That's really surprising."

Kong Jiu slowly shifted his gaze to the face of the old man who claimed to be the mayor, his voice devoid of emotion.

"The mayor's guard is actually much stronger than those heroes who claim to be able to fly and dive to the bottom of the earth?"

"You're quite sensible."

A smug smile crept onto Yaken's lips, and the tense anger and vigilance in his eyes eased slightly.

For a seasoned politician like him, dealing with someone who is still somewhat communicable is always better than dealing with some reckless madman.

Under heavy gun protection, he carefully examined the "intruder" before him.

The face was shrouded in chaos, not by optical interference, but more like some kind of concealment spell—clearly, the other party was a psionicist.

Based on the performance in the surveillance footage, this person was able to instantly kill the entire hero team and completely suppress "Lady Red Maple," so his strength is at least D-rank or higher.

But... is there any record of this in the archives?

Although psychics possess extraordinary powers, only those who are registered and recruited by the Federation can obtain important positions within the system or join churches and psychic organizations...

Just like ordinary people are bound by various loans, even the strongest psychic will inevitably feel constrained once they have something to hold onto.

But this person is too young.

Young as a flame untouched by the elements, he ventured into this place alone, seemingly never considering the price he would have to pay for the rest of his life.

Who is he acting on his orders? And what gives him the audacity to attempt to destroy the Iron Curtain?

Yaken's gaze was like a knife, meticulously cutting through every inch of Kong Jiu's aura.

"You hide the confusion on your face very well, visitor."

He paced slowly closer, his posture exuding the arrogance cultivated over years of power, yet his eyes were as sharp as an eagle's.

"But you're too young. You're too young no matter who you're playing for."

Chaos may conceal one's appearance, but it cannot hide the overwhelming youthful energy emanating from within.

Only young people would be so sharp-tongued, so reckless, and so impulsive in challenging the Iron Curtain.

"How old are you? In your twenties? In your early thirties? At this age, even the son of an earl among the bloodline would only be treated as a pawn, a suicide soldier, sent to carry out this kind of mission with no return."

Yaken's tone gradually became more confident, and the smug look in his eyes deepened.

Although he couldn't see the other person's face clearly, he believed he could see through the thoughts of such desperate criminals.

Psionicists with such strength mostly come from a reclusive family, shouldering the family's mission and carrying the expectations of their fathers, going deep behind enemy lines with a do-or-die attitude.

The only thing that doesn't make sense is that he doesn't have the aura of a bloodline.

"If you are not of bloodline, then what are you?"

Yaken stopped and fixed his interrogative gaze on the other person.

This seasoned politician, through observation and speculation alone, had already sketched out a rough outline of the invaders:

A D-level psionicist in their twenties or thirties must have powerful backing, and be connected to a family that intends to destroy the Iron Curtain.

Considering the riots involving cultists and modified soldiers in the lower city today, the funders are very likely those psychic societies lurking in the shadows.

The Wendigo Cult in Minnesota? The Lizardmen Society in South Dakota? Or the werewolf gathering in Brace Township?

I've heard that the riots in the lower classes were funded by Purdue Pharma.

Yaken pondered to himself that, according to the surveillance footage, this person was most likely a high-ranking member of the Xinxiang bloodline.

After all, the elite class in Amerigo had many agents of bloodline families, which was no secret to people like Akhen.

The "omniscient, omnipotent, and omnipotent" president once instructed: even when it comes to matters involving the Iron Curtain, try not to antagonize the bloodline.

For this reason, the federal government outsourced defense matters related to bloodlines to the church.

Since the Middle Ages, the Church has been an expert in dealing with mystical creatures such as vampires and werewolves.

Even in modern times, many churches still retain demon-hunting departments.

The Quaker sister who collaborated with Hills was therefore only carrying silver weapons specifically designed for attacking bloodlines.

Since the nun has left, it means that the person in front of us is not of bloodline.

So, to which side does this young D-rank psionicist belong?

While confronting Kong Jiu, Yaken remained vigilant about his every subtle movement.

"Visitor from afar, you are still young, with a long road ahead. If you leave now, I can overlook your killing of many heroes and no longer pursue the matter..."

The old fox started throwing out empty promises in an attempt to negotiate.

As long as the jade embodying the concept of "excellence" can be preserved, all losses can be ignored.

Aken's gaze involuntarily fell on the jade, his thoughts drifting away for a moment—

"Listen to me, gentlemen, Amerigo will be great again."

In my memory, that blond-haired, self-proclaimed omniscient and omnipotent president once raised his glass at a banquet and passionately described the dream of Amerigo Vespucci to the local officials.

"The Iron Curtain is a relic of an old era left by Abel, and I will forge a completely new path. We do not need to rely on the religious constraints of the Church, because the people of the new world will naturally pledge their loyalty to the great Creator—that is, us."

We don't need to maintain a superficial peace through violent suppression. ICE agents will be my right-hand men, personally driving those illegal immigrants out of the city!

We don't need the warp! Good heavens, Amerigo should be an anti-psychic nation, and that old fool Abel actually incorporated the concept of the warp into the Iron Curtain... Secretary, go back and draft a document immediately, ordering all regions to cease maintenance of warp-related structures..."

The president spoke eloquently, gesturing wildly, listing the drawbacks of the Iron Curtain one by one, until his tone suddenly changed:

"However, collective cognition, and only collective cognition, is of paramount importance."

He clenched his fists, his piercing gaze sweeping across the entire room:

"Regardless of how the other three concepts may change, in collective cognition, a strict hierarchy and rigid order of precedence must be upheld!"

Yaken jolted awake from his brief daze.

Damn it, this intruder shattered the tree heart that suppressed cognitive distortion. I almost lost my mind just by staring at the spirit jade for a moment.

He forcibly looked away, his tone regaining its oppressive edge:

"Well? Young man, leave your things behind, and there's still room for maneuver."

Kong Jiu gently weighed the spirit jade in his hand, then raised his hand.

A pale purple spatial rift silently opened above his head, and a thick book fell from it, which he caught steadily.

All the armed personnel tensed up, raising their guns in unison to lock onto his every move.

Kong Jiu held the jade in one hand without turning the pages, yet the book moved on its own without any wind, the pages unfolding with a rustling sound as if being moved by an invisible hand.

"Let me ask my own opinion first."

A faint hint of helplessness flashed across his eyes; his gaze was calm, yet seemed to conceal a storm within.

"After all, I don't want to commit any more killings, although realistically speaking, it would be the best outcome for you all to perish here right now."