The plunder of the heavens begins with the Spirit Cage.

I hope you won't regret it after you go in.

"Regret? Hahaha..."

Karl looked disdainful, waved his hand, and led his men inside first.

He wanted to see what kind of tricks a group of refugees from the East Coast could pull in the dilapidated car park.

But the moment the iron gate was fully opened and the scene inside the courtyard was revealed, Karl froze in place, nearly dropping his rifle.

Where can you find mountains of rusty, abandoned cars?

The first thing you see is a smooth, reflective silver-gray alloy floor, with neat, enclosed factory buildings on both sides.

On the high watchtower, sentries wearing gray mechanical exoskeletons held oddly shaped rifles, their sights firmly locked onto them.

Further inside, half of a massive steel object was revealed in the center of the plaza. It was the metallic sheen of Titan's heat-resistant armor. Even just the exposed upper half looked like a steel demon that made it hard to breathe.

"What...what the hell is this?!"

The oppressive feeling of the unknown and the massive object made the U-Theatre police instinctively want to raise their guns, but the gunshots that hit their feet and sent sparks flying made them realize their predicament.

"Put down your weapons, put your hands behind your head, and squat down on the spot!"

I won't say it a second time!

A cold voice echoed in their ears, and a dozen fully armed soldiers filed out from behind the surrounding bunkers.

The hydraulic whirring of the mechanical exoskeletons was clearly audible, and the electromagnetic rifles in their hands glowed with a faint blue light, their muzzles all pointed at the seven U-Force police officers who had stormed in.

Karl's face turned as white as paper, and his back was instantly soaked with cold sweat.

He now absolutely hates those two policemen who used to patrol this area!

What a bunch of money-grubbing bastards!

The fact that such a mysterious force had emerged within the organization went completely unnoticed, or that the issue had not been reported.

This is nothing like a junkyard anymore!

It's basically a military fortress built right under the noses of the U-Manchus!

These refugees from the East actually managed to secretly gather such... such an army!

He instinctively reached for his phone at his waist, wanting to send an alert to headquarters.

However, the moment his fingers touched the fuselage, a thin streak of blue lightning shot through the air and struck his wrist precisely.

"what--!"

The intense burning pain caused Karl to scream and fall to the ground, his wrist charred black, and his entire arm numb and devoid of feeling.

The remaining police officers were terrified. They threw their guns on the ground and huddled together, covering their heads, not even daring to look up.

Zhang Wanhe strolled over slowly, picked up the police badge that Karl had dropped on the ground, weighed it in his hand, and sneered: "I told you guys not to come in, but you wouldn't listen."

Why not just take the money and leave?

Really.

He turned to the walkie-talkie and reported in a flat tone, as if he were talking about the weather: "All seven intruders have been brought under control!"

……

In the SCSD headquarters office, the wall clock struck nine.

Dawn Jones had finished his third cigar, and the ashtray was overflowing with cigarette butts.

He called Carl three times, but all the calls went unanswered.

The location tracking system sent out also showed a signal interruption, and there was no movement at all in the location of the car dismantling yard in the western suburbs.

Not right.

Something's really wrong.

Even if Carl was sleeping in a beautiful woman's bed, it was impossible for the signal to be completely cut off.

Could there possibly be a shielding device in that place?

How could a group of refugees from the East possibly possess such a thing?

He stood up, walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window, and looked out at the dimly lit city of Sarkoy.

Most of the city's scattered lights are concentrated in the central area.

That was where the entertainers lived; the place was brightly lit and filled with singing and dancing.

The surrounding refugee quarters were pitch black, like a wild beast lurking in the darkness.

He had never paid any attention to those refugees before, but now, a strange unease slowly crept up his back.

The cigar burned down to the filter, and Dawn Jones recoiled, his fingertips jerking as he snapped back to reality.

Without the slightest hesitation, he picked up the landline on the table and dialed again.

Less than half a minute later, the office door was pushed open, and a tall, upright security chief named Hope, dressed in a black police uniform, walked in.

He was in his early thirties, with a shallow scar on his left cheek and eyes as sharp as an eagle. He was Dawn's most capable and ruthless henchman and the de facto commander of the entire Saco City Guard.

"Chief." Hope saluted sharply.

“Something happened in the western suburbs…” Dawn told him about Carl’s disappearance.

“They’ve disappeared without a trace, along with their vehicle. I suspect the Alliance has provided some funding to the East… This could cause instability in Sako City.”

Dawn Jones stood up, turned his back to Hope, and looked out the window. "Now I'm giving you five hundred fully armed guards... Whoever is hiding over there, kill them on the spot if they resist!"

Hope's eyes sharpened, and he immediately replied, "Yes! Mission accomplished!"

They didn't care at all; even if the alliance provided weapons to the Dongbang people, how many could they possibly have?

The maximum number of guns that can get through security is no more than 50.

Five hundred regular police officers, along with armored vehicles, would be as easy as crushing ants against a group of struggling refugees.

Late at night, on a highway in the western suburbs of Saco, the headlights of a convoy pierced the darkness.

Four heavy wheeled armored vehicles were positioned on the front and rear flanks, followed closely by more than a dozen troop transport trucks, while five hundred U-23 guards sat in the back, yawning.

A heavy machine gun was mounted high on the roof of the vehicle. The machine gunner, with a cigarette in his mouth, casually surveyed the dark and desolate ruins by the roadside, his posture arrogant and relaxed.

Hope sat in the lead armored vehicle, flipping through old files on refugees, a contemptuous smile playing on his lips.

"Captain, we've entered section three ahead. We expect to reach our destination in about half an hour," the adjutant reported in a low voice.

"Let's speed things up and finish this quickly. I need to go home and sleep." Hope closed the file, shut her eyes to rest, and just wanted to end this boring mopping-up operation as soon as possible.

However, he was completely unaware that his troops had been exposed to a series of invisible "eyes in the sky" from beginning to end.

Section 3, with its rows of abandoned residential buildings, waist-high weeds, and dilapidated walls, appears desolate and lifeless, but in reality, it has long been equipped with a complete intelligent ambush system by Dongbang.

At a height of 100 meters in the air, dozens of miniature stealth reconnaissance drones hovered in the night. Their bodies were entirely matte black, completely avoiding optical night vision detection. They hovered silently, like a silent swarm of bees in the dark.

They transmit convoy coordinates, troop distribution, armored vehicle positions, and personnel movements in real time. The AI ​​terminal automatically marks all high-value targets and shares them synchronously with the full-domain combat system.

Hidden among the ruins and overgrown weeds, dozens of palm-sized intelligent terrain sentry robots are concealed, equipped with vibration sensing, thermal imaging, and sound capture triple detection modules to lock onto the convoy's trajectory throughout the journey, achieving 360-degree monitoring without any blind spots.

The entire narrow stretch of road had long been pre-planned by Dongbang as a perfect ambush zone of electromagnetic blockade, pinpoint demolition, and precision hunting.

Just as the convoy drove into the narrow section of road and was completely inside the ambush's blind spot.

An invisible electromagnetic barrier suddenly descended upon the entire area.

All of U-Force's armored vehicle communication radios, individual intercoms, and vehicle-mounted night vision screens instantly went black, blaring static and completely losing contact.

All the electronic equipment was burned out, rendering the entire team deaf and blind.

The next second—

"boom--!!!"

The intelligent directional explosive mines pre-embedded in the road surface detonate precisely.

The front wheels and chassis of the lead vehicle were blown to pieces, and the heavy armored vehicle overturned violently and crashed into the ruins, sending sparks and debris flying everywhere.

Soldiers inside the carriage tumbled and crashed, screaming in agony, while a heavy machine gun on the roof was shaken to the ground.

Almost at the same instant, a loud explosion occurred at the end of the road, and the rear armored vehicle was also blasted and caught fire.

Two armored vehicles, one in front and one behind, were destroyed and burned, completely blocking the entire narrow road. The convoy of 500 people was trapped in the middle, with no way to move forward or backward, and their escape was completely locked down.

"Enemy attack!"

"There's an ambush!"

"Everyone get off the bus!"

"Prepare for battle!!"

Hope slammed open the car door and roared an order.

Panicked soldiers scrambled to jump out of the vehicles, hastily seeking cover against the vehicle body and rubble, raising their guns to aim at the dark and silent residential areas on both sides.

But the field of vision was empty; there were no enemy figures, no gunshots, no human voices, only the crackling sound of burning flames, which was eerily unsettling.

"You hiding rat! Come out!" Hope roared through gritted teeth, a nameless panic rising in his heart for the first time.

Before he finished speaking, countless tiny, pale blue aiming lights suddenly lit up in the dark windows of the abandoned buildings on both sides and in the dead corners of the rooftops.

Unlike the booming explosions of conventional firearms, the entire battlefield was filled only with extremely faint hissing sounds as if something was being torn apart.

"Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle—"

Electromagnetic sniper rifles and electromagnetic burst-fire weapons enable silent and precise hunting.

The AI ​​system had already locked onto every exposed soldier in advance; the projectiles' speed far exceeded that of conventional gunpowder firearms, and their penetrating power was terrifying.

The bulletproof vest and military helmet worn by the U-person were as thin as paper in front of the high-density electromagnetic projectile, and were instantly penetrated.

Each flash of pale blue light was accompanied by a short scream and the fall of a soldier.

Most fatally, the firing positions were scattered and the sound was extremely quiet, so the U-1 soldiers could only passively take hits, and their random shooting did not scare the enemy at all.

Just as the remaining heavy machine gunner on the roof was about to turn his gun around and fire, a miniature hunting drone suddenly swooped down from high above, and a miniature electromagnetic bullet mounted on its nose precisely pierced through its skull.

"Rocket launcher! Blow up the buildings on both sides! Flatten them all!" Hope tried his best to hide under the car, completely panicked.

The rocket launcher operator, his hands trembling, hoisted the launcher and had just finished aiming.