Starry Sky Railway: No one understands the Amber King better than me.

He looked down and saw it was a notification from the company.

[Meeting Time Adjustment: The interstellar peace conference, originally scheduled for three days later, will be held tomorrow. All delegates are requested to prepare accordingly. Transportation will be provided.]

Sean paused for a moment, then put away his phone and turned to walk towards the hotel.

He straightened his clothes and quickened his pace.

The dress that felt a little uncomfortable when I first wore it has somehow become much more comfortable.

"I hope that one day in the future, I can do it all again with my own abilities and dignity."

..........

Silent all night.

The next morning, Sean got up early, had a hearty breakfast at the hotel restaurant, and then took the company car provided for each representative to the conference center.

This was a more grand affair than any ceremony he had ever attended in his hometown.

He sat in the soft seat, listening to the soothing background music in the car, and felt a rare sense of relaxation.

The car's intelligent assistant whispered information about the journey: the destination was the main venue of the Interstellar Peace Conference, located in Pierpoint's diplomatic district.

There is a super building there large enough to accommodate all the delegates, and it is also the central location for the consulates of many major powers in the galaxy to be established in Pierpoint.

"I wonder when our hometown will be able to set up a consulate here."

Sean turned to his companion and made a joke.

His gaze shifted to the window as the car drove through the financial and commercial district of the city center. Along both sides of the road, giant screens and holographic projections continuously broadcast various news reports and programs.

Sean's gaze suddenly stopped.

He saw the Robin's advertisement. The star singer, known to everyone in the galaxy, was standing smiling against a dazzling backdrop.

Looking at the other person's beautiful face, Sean couldn't help but smile.

He was about to take another look when the image suddenly blurred.

No, that's not right.

Sean sat bolt upright as the screen, along with all the screens on the surrounding streets, went completely dark in an instant, as if the entire city had lost power at the same time.

As if the computer had crashed, after a second or two of silence, the screen lit up again.

But what appeared was no longer an advertising program.

A silver-haired girl with a turbine-style ponytail appeared on the screen, a smug smile on her face.

She raised her hand and waved it in front of her eyes, then said with a grin:

"Hello, kids from Interstellar Peace Company."

.........

Chapter 394 Chaos Strikes

Pierpoint, one of the largest core urban areas, is currently experiencing a complete signal breach and hijacking.

One by one, the neon lights went out, the chaotic sounds subsided, and only a unified image appeared on all media.

Under the astonished and uncertain gazes of Sean and countless other delegates who had rushed to the venue, Silver Wolf's voice continued, a provocative smile on her face.

"To everyone in the company, and to all the ladies and gentlemen of the galaxy, I, Silver Wolf, have arrived as promised. How about it? I'm waiting for you to come and capture me. Don't disappoint me!"

At the Pierpoint Cyber ​​Security Center, Opal was personally overseeing the operation. Looking at the smugly smiling face on the screen, Kid gritted his teeth in anger.

"How dare she?" Opal clapped her hands, drawing the attention of everyone present.

"Everyone, stay alert and don't let her distract you. Be careful of her feints. Quickly pinpoint her location, then I'll deal with her myself."

"Yes, Director Opal!"

The order was issued swiftly, and the network security center was brightly lit, with organized network experts and recruited hackers trying to pinpoint Silver Wolf's location on the network.

Meanwhile, the vehicles transporting the delegates were taken over by the vehicle's intelligent system and sped toward the diplomatic zone.

Sean glanced out the window, his eyes gleaming. The flying car sped past under the watchful eyes of countless silver wolves. He felt a mix of nervousness and excitement.

The windows of the flying car gradually became opaque, blocking out the view outside.

Just then, a loud roar rang out.

Sean instinctively turned around and, through the last remaining transparent car window, saw a burst of flames shooting into the sky.

In the flames, a hideous face appeared and disappeared, heading straight for his flying car!

Inside the carriage, a piercing alarm suddenly blared. The windows were completely sealed, obscuring the view outside, but a chilling fear gripped his heart.

"Oh no, am I going to die...? No, I still want to see the Interstellar Peace Hotel."

Sean felt as if his consciousness had been thrown into a slow-motion scene, with time stretched out for an extremely long time.

The incessant chatter of the in-vehicle AI assistant filled my ears, the mechanical electronic voice sounding remarkably calm amidst the alarm:

"Didi, an attack has been detected on your vehicle. Platinum Member Security Service activated. Didi, where did this bastard come from?!"

The car shuddered violently, tilting to one side with a maneuverability far beyond Sean's comprehension. His heart leaped into his throat, almost sending him soaring into the sky. But at this moment, he could only resign himself to fate.

On either side of the building, a tall, slender figure stands at the edge of the floor, looking down.

The wind lifted the brim of her wide hat, revealing a serene smile on her lips.

Emerald, P46 of the Strategic Investment Department, raised her right hand high, and a long whip wrapped in purple light lashed out like lightning.

"Sorry, no airspace above Pierpoint is permitted without permission."

The whip transformed into a thin line in the air, carrying a tremendous force that tore through the air, and struck the target precisely just before the flames were about to hit the flying car.

A scream rang out, and the flames suddenly dissipated. The attacking figure was ripped straight down from the sky and slammed heavily to the ground.

The patrol vehicles and the company's flying mechs swarmed in, and before the thug could even land, they were overwhelmed by dense suppressive fire.

"The first one."

Jade casually jotted down a note in her notebook, put the notebook away, and continued looking down with great interest.

The car gradually returned to normal, and soothing music resumed playing in the cabin. Sean let out a long breath and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

"Damn, is this what a big city is like? It's really exciting."

The car accelerated suddenly, taking him away from the chaos.

In the bustling city, several similar attacks occurred, but all were quelled by the swift response of the defenses. On the street below, a smiling man observed the scene, then spoke with interest:

"Interesting. It seems the company was prepared."

He chuckled softly, then turned and walked into the shadows.

"I have to thank those brainless bastards from the Annihilation Gang for reminding me."

A moment later, when he came out again, he had changed his appearance, as if he were wearing an invisible mask.

Elsewhere, a figure leaped and darted between the screen and the mirror. Firelight reflected on the glass, and a sneer echoed from within the mirror.

"A bunch of lunatics. What's there to attack here? If you want to do something big, you should go to the headquarters of each department."

The owner of the voice recalled the memories he had just stolen, selected a target, and quickly headed towards it along the information flow.

……

"Director Opper, the location has been identified."

In the cybersecurity center, a technical expert suddenly looked up, his voice excited.

Opal's eyes suddenly lit up: "Where?"

The expert hesitated for a moment: "That hacker... is using EtherEdit to infiltrate the headquarters of the market development department."

"What?" Opal's face showed a hint of surprise, then she found it somewhat amusing. "Then why don't we just let them fight like dogs for now?"

The Market Development Department headquarters is currently experiencing an unprecedented information storm.

Countless terminals, systems, and devices were compromised at the same time.

On the screen, tiny silver wolf pixelated figures are multiplying wildly, spreading upwards from the system's core, splitting and proliferating like a data virus.

Chaos began to rise from the bottom, layer by layer, rapidly encroaching on the top-floor offices.

In the top-floor executive office, Oswaldo Schneider sat behind a large desk, his expression calm.

Upon receiving the message, the deputy beside him spoke with a grave expression:

"Supervisor, should we proceed with the pre-arranged plan to move to the safe house?"

Oswaldo shook his head slightly, poured himself a glass of wine, and leisurely swirled the amber liquid in the light.

"No rush, let's play around with her. It's not time yet. Everything will proceed as usual."

He took a sip, looked out the window, and whispered.

"At least it's quite lively, isn't it? And... normally, it shouldn't be just our family that's having a good time."

As soon as he finished speaking, the headquarters of the Strategic Investment Department and the research facilities of the Technology R&D Department were attacked by several unidentified groups almost simultaneously.

Explosions and alarms rang out from different corners of Pierpoint.

At this moment, the headquarters of the Bureau of Statistics was like an isolated island in a storm—safe and orderly.

But this calm is only superficial; beneath the surface, undercurrents are surging.

Not far from the Ministry of Statistics, a figure shrouded in a cloak stood silently by the window of a building, gazing at the solemn structure.

"Is this the Ministry of Statistics?" the figure murmured with interest.

"According to the memories I just stole, this is a newly established department... Is the head of it a Guardian of Preservation Order? That's perfect."

As soon as he finished speaking, the figure disappeared from the mirror and silently sped towards the headquarters of the Bureau of Statistics.

……

"Dear guests, we have arrived at our destination. Please prepare to disembark and remember to take your belongings with you."

The flying car slowly came to a stop, the door opened, and outside was a peaceful and tranquil scene.

Sean tried to stand up, but his knees buckled. He carefully leaned out of the car, holding onto the door.