Poverty makes me capable of anything.

"Stay put in your assigned areas and keep a close watch. Not even a single mosquito can escape!"

The young policeman received orders from his superiors through the earpiece, and he immediately gripped his weapon tightly.

He stared intently at a window on the side of the building that faced him.

If the Weakness Bullet hits its mark on the first shot, he could be considered an Imperial Hero for his great achievement!

My dissatisfaction with the law enforcement team vanished instantly, leaving only excitement, anticipation, and trepidation.

At this moment, fully armed special police officers had already reached the front and back entrances of the building.

They were experienced and skilled in carrying out the frontal assault mission.

After running my fingers over the door lock a few times, the sturdy door shyly opened a crack.

"Prepare!"

He made a gesture, then with a jolt of his right arm, he threw several functional bombs inside as he flung the door open. At the same time, he pressed a button on his glasses, and like a rampaging tank, he instantly blasted the door open!

"Don't move, you inside!"

Russell, who came from the Covenant on a mission, is baking bread on the second floor after getting a new face.

Hearing the shouts from downstairs, he immediately realized something was wrong.

How did it get exposed?

There were people below, and ambushes all around. As for the sky, he couldn't fly, so he had no way out.

We have no choice but to give it our all.

Russell pulled on whatever was close to the door, hoping to block it for as long as possible.

He quickly drew his weapon, randomly chose a window, and jumped out.

A piece of cloth also came out from behind!

This is a mannequin made by Russell.

He had no doubt about the firepower of the Imperial Police.

There's no difference between the first jump and the second jump.

And that dummy can just help to divert some of the attention.

After being shot twice, Russell landed and rolled on the ground, his face contorted in rage as he charged toward the police officers blocking his way.

"They only sent ordinary police officers here. Is that how they look down on me?"

The small knife hidden in the cuff flew out.

Russell slid forward two steps along the wall, narrowly avoiding the scorching beam of light. Then, he ducked to avoid the sweeping motion of the gun butt, and with a slight flick of his wrist, he smashed the policeman's chin.

"One."

The young policeman retreated in panic.

That's incredible.

He was shot twice but acted as if nothing had happened.

No wonder they were able to launch the attack so calmly in front of Parliament Square.

Stop him!

He's already been hit by the weakness bullet; there's no way he's unharmed. He's just hanging on by a thread.

Encouraging himself, the young policeman shouted and charged forward with his gun.

I suddenly...

boom!

"It's such a damn nuisance."

Russell reached out and pressed the young policeman against the wall, making his ear make intimate contact with the wall.

"Stop him!"

"Damn, how can it be so powerful?"

"Underestimating the situation, we're doomed, we have to run away."

"Hurry and catch up with them."

In one corner of the city, the intense sounds of gunfire sent shivers down the spines of nearby residents.

Some daring observers spotted a fierce-looking man covered in blood quickly crossing the street, followed by a large group of panting police officers.

This made the residents wonder if the place they lived in was really the capital of the empire.

No, this is probably a frontier planet!

"That damned brat, how could we let him get away!"

The police chief, who had rushed over by car, roared angrily.

Those below were too timid to utter a single word.

Who knew the other side was so powerful? They only sent so few people. Even if they managed to surround them, they would still have to suffer half of their casualties to capture them.

"Chase them! We absolutely cannot let them escape!"

"Chief, what should we do if the target takes civilians hostage?"

"..."

"We'll talk about it later. You guys go after him first. Notify the bureau to predict his escape route and intercept and evacuate the public in advance."

The bureau chief has two huge headaches.

The command came from above.

Go to XX to arrest XX.

They are just executors.

They don't even know where the information came from, but if something goes wrong, they'll be the ones to take the blame.

Hey.

The bureau chief sighed.

He wasn't immune either, which is why he was anxious.

After standing there for a moment, just as he was about to get into a car and go to the front, the director suddenly received a message.

"What? You've found the person who carried out the attack over there too?"

Wait a moment.

"What, you too..."

After a while.

The bureau chief sat silently in the back seat of the car.

Overnight, more than a dozen terrorists appeared and were scattered all over the world around Aistar.

Something feels off.

But now he no longer has time to think about it.

Terrorists can have all sorts of identities.

Radical democrats, the spy next door, escaped prisoners, mentally unstable individuals...

No one knows who started it, but the once prosperous empire suddenly turned into a rotten hole, with people causing trouble everywhere.

Those who "launched the attack" were chased around, and the panic spread quickly in a small area.

The public had no time to focus solely on condemning the police.

Various analytical articles made them realize that the root of all this lay in political chaos.

As a result, large-scale demonstrations broke out in various places after the manhunt achieved some success.

The public hopes to end this chaotic situation as soon as possible.

The best news that came at this time was that the Night Owl, which had been leaping around the border, had somehow gotten into a fight with the Omnic Tribe, and all the probing attacks that were originally planned against the nearby regions had been suspended.

"This is definitely not good news!"

Visa rubbed his forehead.

When external pressure decreases, internal pressure increases.

The powder keg is ready for you. As soon as someone lights it, whether you can see it clearly or not, the keg will explode.

One person's rationality cannot reverse the entire tide.

No matter how hard you shout, you will eventually be swept along by the tide.

Visa is having a headache.

He had already sensed this trend.

Since the bombing attack, the eldest princess has been kidnapped, and there has been no news of her since.

Everything was concentrated in the two days leading up to the parliamentary session.

The online propaganda offensive was definitely planned in advance, and no amount of censorship can stop their devilish advance.

The internet connection absolutely cannot be disconnected.

The protests outside are already fierce enough; if the net is cut, the protests will likely escalate into bloodshed.

"Who did this?"

Visa fell into deep thought.

At this moment, Anran, who was far away in the Republic of Novalu, did not show any excessive excitement after receiving the news.

After all, she only did a very minor job.

As a newbie, she still has a long way to go compared to the real masterminds behind the scenes.

But who is the mastermind behind it all?