Initial City, the Senate.
Mo Er, who had set up his "Hawkeye" sniper rifle at the window, looked solemnly at the countless citizens blocked outside by the City Defense Force. He was so nervous that his throat was parched, and he wanted to drink water.
He had heard that many soldiers on the real battlefield collapsed due to similar conditions, but he didn't think he would be like them.
Because he was a Subhuman.
The mutation had occurred in his brain, causing his eyeballs to bulge out, resembling the monsters in some Old World stories.
This allowed him to naturally visualize highly accurate ballistic trajectories when firing, allowing him to adjust in advance and achieve an almost 100% hit rate.
This special skill allowed Mo Er's father and his several older siblings to become quite famous as "Magic Eye People" in the Northern Shore Wasteland before they were captured by the Initial City army.
And they insisted that they had obtained the "Eye of God."
Whether "Magic Eye People" or "Eye of God," they couldn't be considered a Subhuman race. Their origin was Mo Er's grandfather, and they had branched out into several large families. Mo Er usually didn't find any Subhumans with characteristics and talents exactly like his own family.
Mo Er had little wilderness adventure experience because he was not yet eight years old when his family was captured by the Initial City army, and he had only just mastered the use of some firearms.
Now, he was the leader of a sniper squad in the Subhuman Guard.
"I hope there won't be a conflict..." Mo Er heard one of his subordinates mutter beside him.
He tried to appear calm, turned his head, and looked at the subordinate with his bulging eyes:
"There shouldn't be a major conflict. Elder Wa Luo, whom those citizens are demanding be severely punished, has actually been abandoned by most of the Elders under so many accusations. If it weren't for the Governor's insistence that there must be sufficient evidence, rather than just two or three people's testimonies, he would have been thrown out of the window long ago.
"Under the current circumstances, I don't think the Governor will insist any longer."
As members of the Senate's designated guard, Mo Er and the others knew a lot about the various events that occurred here, but usually, not many humans interacted with them, so they had no way of noticing this.
Mo Er's subordinate had his ears retracted into black holes, and he had a rather agile-looking eye on his forehead.
He swallowed and said:
"I hope so."
Mo Er knew that this was the sentiment of most of the Subhuman Guard. Although rumors from the outside world said that they could only rely on the Senate's ruling faction and would definitely be ruthless in the face of the assembled citizens, which was basically true, it didn't mean they wanted things to develop to that irreversible point.
If they succeeded, it would be fine, but if the Senate's ruling faction failed, all members of the Subhuman Guard would be doomed.
Mo Er remembered his children always asking him:
"Dad, why can't we leave this community? It seems very lively outside, and we want to go and see."
"Dad, is it really like what they say on the radio and television? When can we go out?"
Each time, Mo Er could only painfully tell his children:
"We do a very dangerous job. For everyone's safety, minors cannot leave the community."
His children inevitably asked: "Dad, can't you do a different job?"
Mo Er really wanted to tell them that if he didn't do this "job," everyone would die.
Therefore, the Subhuman Guard didn't want a conflict to happen. They preferred that their existence would always be just a deterrent.
Only in this way would they not have to fear failure, could continue to protect their families, and survive until a lucky one was born in their descendants without obvious mutations.
Of course, Mo Er occasionally had the thought that "after a conflict breaks out, the Senate's ruling faction will achieve final victory." In that case, the Subhuman Guard's status would definitely be higher. Perhaps they would be authorized to command a portion of the normal human army, perhaps they would gain more companions, allowing the community to double or triple in size, and giving the children more places to play.
In that case, one could look forward to a day in the future when the Subhumans could walk and shop openly on the streets of Initial City.
But Mo Er was clear-headed. Compared to the consequences of failure, he preferred to maintain the current situation.
He believed that this was also the thought of most of the Subhuman Guard members, except for the few ambitious ones.
"Severely punish Wa Luo!"
"Severely punish Wa Luo!"
Amidst the shouts, some citizens were already trying to charge the City Defense Force's formation, but they were all blocked by riot shields.
Just then, Mo Er and the other snipers, who were in a commanding position, saw a line of black bulletproof sedans drive up to the side door of the Senate.
The Governor is here... The Subhuman snipers simultaneously breathed a sigh of relief.
They were afraid that the Governor would be late, and none of the Elders here were willing to step forward and take responsibility, causing the problem to drag on, making the citizens gathered outside more and more impatient and agitated.
In that case, any accident would be like a spark falling into a powder keg.
Wearing a green-brown commander's uniform, Bei Wulis entered the Senate, surrounded by guards and security personnel both openly and secretly.
"You've finally arrived." Inspector Alexander nodded at this long-time political enemy from a distance.
His daughter, Jia Luolan, was dressed in a light and simple gray knee-length dress, acting as his secretary by his side.
Bei Wulis silently looked around. Under his blue eyes, most of the Elders present couldn't help but avoid his gaze.
This commander, who had a long-standing reputation, walked step by step to the window and looked at the demonstrating citizens and Gaius in the crowd.
Gaius and Bei Wulis actually looked somewhat similar. They both had black hair, a thin, even slightly sunken face, and a rather serious demeanor.
But one had a hooked nose, one had no obvious features, one looked gloomy, and one was very deep.
As the two made eye contact, an Elder named Ka Luo approached Bei Wulis and said urgently:
"Governor, we can't hesitate any longer!
"All the citizens of the city are on Gaius's side. Let's strip Wa Luo of his Elder status. Anyway, there will be a trial later, and there will be time. We will definitely be able to find evidence to prove his innocence."
Bei Wulis suddenly turned his head:
"You want to betray your position?"
Ka Luo quickly explained:
"No, I just think there's no need to cause a riot for meaningless vanity..."
This Elder, who was also in his early fifties and belonged to the Aksen race, suddenly stopped there.
He inexplicably felt that the light flashing in Bei Wulis's eyes was quite strange.
"Traitor!" Bei Wulis's voice seemed to come from the depths of his chest.
Almost at the same time, Ka Luo curled up the corners of his mouth and made a childlike grimace.
But his tongue didn't stick out. Instead, it became extremely loose and stuffed into his throat.
Huhu!
Ka Luo struggled and fell down.
"Bei Wulis!" Inspector Alexander completely didn't expect such a change to happen.
But as soon as he called out the other person's name, he saw red blood vessels protruding from Bei Wulis's deep blue eyes.
His eyes quickly became cloudy.
His back hunched over.
His mouth opened, and long saliva dripped down.
"Mindless Disease."
The Governor and Commander of Initial City had suddenly contracted "Mindless Disease!"
All of this happened by the window and was seen by many citizens below, who looked at each other in dismay.
At the critical moment, Gaius picked up the microphone and shouted loudly:
"The Governor attacked another Elder!
"The Governor has been controlled by the 'Salvation Army'!
"All citizens, we must stop this!"
The emotions of the citizens present, which were already close to being ignited, instantly burst into flames. They surged towards the City Defense Force's formation like a tide.
Although the City Defense Force members had their backs to the Senate and couldn't see what was happening behind them, they could still feel some movement and hear what Gaius was shouting.
They hesitated.
The wall formed by riot shields was broken through.
Seeing this, Du Kasi, who was in charge of the scene, quickly used his cell phone to ask General Fu Kasi for instructions.
Fu Kasi was silent for several seconds and said:
"Remain neutral."
The Subhuman Guard members in different positions of the Senate saw that the City Defense Force was showing signs of collapse, and their tension and fear rose to the extreme.
This quickly turned into motivation. The Subhumans pulled the triggers one after another.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Dozens of citizens either had blood blossoming on their bodies or were enveloped in smoke, and they fell down one after another.
This not only didn't scare the remaining citizens, but completely enraged them.
Now that they had already fired, Mo Er and the others no longer hesitated and prepared to create a large-scale slaughter.
At this moment, Gaius in the crowd raised his right hand and touched the area between his nose and mouth.
In an instant, the Subhumans discovered that they couldn't shoot anymore.
They seemed to have forgotten this skill that they had learned and mastered!
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Golden Apple District, Emperor Street, 15.
Hearing the gunshots and explosions in the distance, Kang Na, who was chatting with the "Old Task Force," stood up and said with a smile:
"It's time to go find Aviya."
Jiang Baimian frowned slightly:
"Shouldn't we wait a little longer?"
She hoped to wait until the conflict was more intense and all the "Mind Corridor" level Awakened had rushed to the Senate.
Kang Na said with a smile:
"Under normal circumstances, no one dares to touch Aviya not because she is protected by the 'Virtual World,' but because once they are entangled by the master of the 'Virtual World,' the other strong people in Initial City can quickly arrive.
"But now, their focus should all be on the Senate, and they are no longer paying attention to other places.
"As for the master of the 'Virtual World,' I will help you stall him."