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These two have never given her a moment's peace; they're both incredibly stubborn and neither is willing to back down.

"Really?"

Chen Huijie looked at Shi Huaiya suspiciously before her gaze finally fell on the neatly organized documents.

Sometimes, Chen would rather go out to work on the outer ring of Longmen for a month than deal with the affairs of the wealthy area.

The demands made by the wealthy residents are mostly unreasonable and domineering, yet the Imperial Guard is powerless to stop them. As long as they don't cross the legal line, they usually try their best to accommodate their requests. For example, they felt the scenery along the way was too monotonous and demanded that Lungmen plant flowers and plants in the middle of the road crossings, requiring dedicated personnel to maintain them daily, and they couldn't bear to see a single flower wither due to vehicle exhaust.

"Really." Hoshiguma sighed helplessly.

"Alright, here's a bottle of black tea as a reward." Chen Huijie took a bottle of Taikoo black tea out of the plastic bag and tossed it over, while at the same time pulling out a bottle of green tea and handing it to Hoshiguma, smiling and saying, "Hoshiguma, thank you for your hard work."

"What kind of discrimination is this?!"

Swire jumped up and caught the black tea, gritting his teeth in anger.

Chen picked up the canned coffee that had fallen on the table, pulled the tab, and rolled his eyes.

"It's good enough that you have something to drink."

Who do you think you are?!

“You two—” Hoshiguma was a little annoyed. These two rivals would argue over the smallest things. She reminded him, “Mr. Wei has a mission for us. Just half an hour ago, we received a warning from Rhodes Island. Their reconnaissance team provided some useful intelligence, so the higher-ups held a meeting. That’s why I told you to come back from the slums, Chen.”

"...Rhodes Island."

Chen Huijie recalled seeing the Rhodes Island Doctor and Amiya in the slums that morning, and then thought of Alexander Swirl's ultimate sycophantic face, and her mood instantly became extremely bad.

"So, Rhodes Island has been discovered as a stronghold of the Reunion Movement?"

“You were right.” Hoshiguma was somewhat surprised. She pulled out a confidential file from the third drawer on the left side of the table, which Wei Yanwu had given her, and handed it to Chen. She said in a deep voice, “Mr. Wei instructed that only you can see this. We will wait for you outside. Before that, let me add some information about the Rhodes Island alert and some of the meeting’s content.”

"Please speak."

"In short, Rhodes Island has located the Reunion Movement's hideout, and several Reunion Movement teams are planning attacks on Lungmen's defenses. Regarding the ruins of Chernobog, Rhodes Island's reconnaissance team has detected traces of the Reunion Movement's leader."

Hoshiguma read the information on her mobile device, and said hesitantly, "Rhodes Island reminded Lungmen to strengthen its vigilance, stay in Lungmen and don't wander around... That's their advice."

Chapter 366 Frost Star (4K)

"Rhodes Island doesn't take the Guard Bureau seriously at all."

Superintendent Chen frowned deeply; given her temper, she was about to start yelling at someone on the spot.

Rather than advice, it was more like—go sit quietly to the side and nibble on your nails, don't bother Rhodes Island, okay?

Where did Rhodes Island get the audacity? If the cooperation between Lungmen and Rhodes Island hadn't ended, the situation wouldn't be like this now.

Chen looked up at Hoshiguma and asked, "What did Commander Wei say?"

Hoshiguma suppressed the urge to sigh. In her opinion, she preferred Rhodes Island's suggestion, but unfortunately…

"After the meeting, Mr. Wei stated that dealing with the Reunion Movement was the top priority, and that he would do everything in his power to take over this sub-city! He would demonstrate the strength of the Guard Bureau and prevent the rich people in the wealthy district from causing chaos and shaking the order of Lungmen."

Ultimately, the Guard Bureau has no chance of obediently hiding in Lungmen just because Rhodes Island said a few words.

If the Imperial Guard Bureau really does this, then no one can bear the reputational damage, not even Wei Yanwu.

Ever since the Maria defense network was destroyed, the rich guys in the wealthy district have started causing trouble, all wanting to escape Lungmen. Anyone with a modicum of sense knows that leaving Lungmen at this time is like throwing lambs to the slaughter; the Reunion Movement might be lurking right outside! These people probably think differently than normal people, but the Guard Bureau can't just let them leave—they haven't had their fill of exploitation yet!

Want to leave? Sure.

A low-EQ way of saying it: "This road is mine, this tree is mine. If you want to pass, leave some money behind."

A high-EQ approach: Are you interested in developing a security contractor in Lungmen?

"By the way, Miss."

Hoshiguma turned to look at Swire, who was sipping her black tea, and met her bewildered gaze. Without warning, he said, "Mr. Wei said that you will also be going to the front line for this operation, and Superintendent Alexander Swell will be in charge of Lungmen City."

"puff--"

Shi Huai-ya was so startled that he spat out his black tea.

Old Chen yelled, "Char Siu Cat! This is my table!"

"I, I'll wipe it for you later, okay? Wait a minute! Hoshiguma, say it again?" Swire wiped her mouth with her sleeve without any ladylike demeanor. She stared at Hoshiguma with wide eyes, pointed at herself, and said, "I, I can finally go to the front lines?"

"Yes," Hoshiguma replied affirmatively.

"Yay! You just wait, you old hag, I'll steal all your performance bonuses!"

Swire stood up happily, her tiger tail wagging excitedly. She'd always been assigned to guard Lungmen City, a rather comfortable post, rarely getting any major cases. Aside from what happened yesterday at the Silverwing Security contractor's place, she'd never had a chance to really show her skills. Although yesterday she seemed to have instantly gone down the stairs, slacking off and acting like Qin Miaomiao, that wasn't the point—the point was, this time she could finally be on the same starting line as Old Chen!

"childish."

Superintendent Chen glanced indifferently at the abruptly excited Swire.

If possible, Chen would prefer Longmen to be peaceful and stable, but she also knows that this is wishful thinking.

"And what about you, Hoshiguma?"

"I will follow your instructions. Please take good care of me, sir."

Hoshiguma raised his hand in salute, standing at a proper posture, showing no sign of slackening despite the harmonious relationship between them.

"very good."

Chen patted the classified file on his hand and glanced at Swire.

Hoshiguma tactfully hugged the excited Swire and coaxed her away from the office.

Superintendent Chen turned around and sat back in his chair. He took out a paper cutter from the drawer, removed the wax seal, and took out the documents that were to be read and burned.

"...Longmen Type 99 Defense Line Guidelines?"

Chen's gaze swept across the paper documents. She had received training in speed reading and could read ten lines at a glance. She memorized the information, filtering out useful words and discarding unnecessary and cumbersome phrases.

As time passed, Chen's expression became solemn and serious, and the fatigue from staying up all night vanished.

"call……"

After she finished reading the file, she couldn't help but exhale as she frowned, her concentration so intense.

"Wei Yanwu... what are you planning to do this time?"

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Chernobog 14, an abandoned urban area, is located in the city center.

Clad in a heavy white robe and wearing a gold-rimmed monocle, Mephisto sat on a stone seat, his left leg raised high and crossed over his right. He watched the Sarkaz mercenary girls fleeing in all directions with a mocking gaze, as if they were playthings.

"Hand over the Iz Grail honestly, and I might spare your life, W."

Mephistopheles wore a completely unsmiling smile, not at all pretending, but simply toying with this spendthrift dog.

“If you hand over the Iz Grail, I can give you these four people; they’re not of much use to me anyway.” Mephisto looked at the prisoners in the cage. These four had concealed their identities exceptionally well; it was unclear which faction had sent a reconnaissance team. But the more concealed someone was… the more valuable they were to hunt down.

"Enough with the nonsense—"

W swiftly escaped from Mephisto's encirclement of herds. These were soldiers of the Reunion Movement, some even under the command of Shattered Bones! They had fought their way through Lungmen last night, battered and exhausted, barely managing to retreat back to the nearest ruined city stronghold, only to meet their doom. Mephisto had turned them into obedient puppets, showing them no mercy.

Perhaps it's because Mephisto knew that Shattered Bones had been captured by Rhodes Island, but more likely... he never cared whether Shattered Bones would seek revenge on him from the beginning. He even wanted to refine Shattered Bones and his sister Misha together! Since they are twins, connected by blood, they might even be used as special sacrifices to summon new abyssal monsters.

"Tsk..."

W had very few Originium explosives left, and her opponent was constantly on guard against her, so her sneak attacks were ineffective.

Her gaze swept over the four people who were locked up, her bright red eyes flashing with a bloodthirsty light.

These four people were all old acquaintances of hers.

"Want the Iz Grail? Fine, but only if you're alive!"

W, wielding a short sword, swiftly dispatched a Reunion Infected whose shoulder was pierced by two Originium clusters. He kicked the Infected's head toward Mephisto, but Mephisto easily deflected it with a wave of his hand, not even a drop of blood splattering on him.

W was not angered by this. She chopped off three or four more heads of the herd and kicked them away without hesitation. Leaving aside the fact that these infected had been completely transformed by Mephisto, their minds extinguished, with no possibility of recovery, killing them was a relief for them… Even if these people hadn't been turned into puppets, what did it matter?

Would she even care about these things?

So what if they're killed? It just adds a few more numbers to the count.

Don't talk to the Sarkaz about humanity; you'd be better off talking about how you can kill a few people to get a bag of rice.

"Since you love wandering around so much, how about another twenty people?"

Mephistopheles casually deflected W's provocation, while simultaneously beckoning to lead more of the herd.

"No matter how many small fry there are, they're still small fry!"

W sneered, his figure flashing as he sliced ​​off the necks of another herd, sending a row of heads flying high into the air.

The Sarkaz's combat prowess is no joke, especially since W has a wealth of combat experience. Facing monsters that have lost their minds and only obey Mephisto's orders is a piece of cake... especially in a one-on-one situation.

She now has hundreds of enemies just by sight, and these are only the Reunion Movement herds guarding Mephisto. Along the way, W hasn't encountered a single living, normal Chernobog resident.

“That old bastard Patriot is on his way, and not just him, Frostnova is coming too. Guess what they’re here for?” W laughed heartily, her voice as melodious as silver bells, making no attempt to hide her sarcasm towards Mephisto. “Speaking of which, I remember you were quite afraid of that old man, weren’t you? You’ve certainly gotten a lot of beatings when you’re up to your old tricks.”

"...I'm already feeling a bit down."

Mephistopheles' smile faded, and he leaned back somewhat listlessly.

"That's really—unfortunate—to—sorry!!"

W didn't miss the opportunity. She immediately raised the gun and pulled the trigger, channeling her mental energy into the weapon, causing the muzzle to flash with a brilliant light. She hadn't just stolen one or two Guardian Guns from the Sarkaz; she had an entire arsenal!

Mephisto yawned, and the herds around him rushed over to shield him from the bullets. Ordinary bullets couldn't penetrate the Originium clusters on these infected, sending sparks flying.

"It doesn't matter."

Mephisto responded that he didn't care at all about Patriot and Frostnova coming over.

“Anyway, I’ve already achieved my goal, and the fish are taking the bait one after another. Before enjoying the sumptuous feast, I don’t mind tasting an appetizer first.” Mephistopheles looked at the spreading frost in the distance without the slightest fear, and casually tapped his fingers on his knee.

Temperatures continue to drop.

The temperature in the city center dropped ten degrees Celsius in the blink of an eye, and it continues to drop.

Even W shivered; she wasn't wearing thermal underwear and felt a chill.

"They've finally arrived," W muttered softly, secretly letting out a sigh of relief as she looked again at the four people in the cage... How did they get captured by Mephistopheles? It's only been a few years, how could their strength have deteriorated to such a state?

Next, we should think carefully about how to rescue them.

As frost and snow fell, the Yeti squad, clad in grey and white robes, broke through the herd's encirclement. The infected who attempted to attack them were frozen into ice sculptures, some still retaining their ferocious, menacing appearances.