The flowing night wind blew through the gaps between the tall buildings, and as the wind's tail swept across, the bright lights became dark.

The entire city was like a group of gradually extinguishing light bulbs, quickly dimming and completely blending into the pitch-black night.

The cold high-rise buildings are like silhouettes, stuck between the gaps among the stars.

Everyone understood one thing at this moment.

power cut.

The so-called "terrorists" in the notice have captured the power company.

The city of St. John experienced its first and only full-scale blackout since its founding.

First there was a disconnection from the internet, then there was a power outage.

Dim emergency lights illuminated behind small windows.

People in the Federation live in the network and electrical environment, just like fish living in water.

At this moment, everyone was ruthlessly thrown on the 'shore'.

The faint emergency lights dispersed the darkness in each small space. People looked around in panic. The smart bracelets could no longer contact anyone, and even the old-fashioned mechanical wireless intercoms only made a rustling sound.

The invisible connection between people has been 'cut off'. Even though there are only tens of centimeters of thick walls between them, people living in high-rise buildings feel as if they are alone in a wide wilderness.

When the power and network were lost at the same time, the foundation supporting the magnificent civilization building seemed to suddenly disappear at this moment.

"The city government informs all citizens and friends to stay in the building where you are. The city defense army and the Kjet mercenary group are fighting against the evil believer terrorists. Please keep silent. Any citizen who takes to the streets may be arrested.

Killed as a follower of the evil god."

Darkness enveloped everything, and only some street lamps whose emergency power supply had not been damaged were still shining dimly.

The engineering loudspeaker truck with a huge horn passed under a streetlight that seemed to be extinguished at any time, and the deafening sound echoed in everyone's ears.

Next to the loudspeaker vehicle, under the dim light of the street lights, were two off-road vehicles that seemed to be escorting the loudspeaker vehicle.

Soldiers wearing mercenary uniforms from the Kjet Group were sitting in the car, holding assault rifles, wearing soundproof earmuffs and infrared night vision devices, looking warily in different directions.

"Heed the warning, anyone entering the street may be shot and killed as a believer of the evil god."

The huge loudspeaker was still repeating warning words.

In the two cars behind the horn, a mercenary with a mole on his face seemed to have noticed something. He immediately raised his gun and pointed it at the corner of the street.

There, a little girl pushed open the small door of the cake shop, wearing a cute cartoon hairpin, leaning out half of her body to pick up the small glass beads that fell on the ground.

The mercenary slowly moved the crosshair to the little girl, without any pause in his movements, and pressed his finger on the trigger.

At this moment, someone seemed to have noticed the little girl in the cake shop, grabbed her back and dragged her into the room.

boom--

The bullet hit the steps in front of the cake shop.

The mercenary raised his head with some regret, as if he was lamenting that he had wasted too much time just aiming.

Then he slowly moved the rifle and pointed it at the glass door of the cake shop, or to be precise, the little girl who was pulled into the door.

The glass door is very transparent and does not block the view very well.

He could vaguely see a young lady in an apron holding a little girl in her arms, looking nervously outside.

Just when he was about to pull the trigger again.

Huh——

The teammate next to him patted his shoulder lightly.

He turned around, took off his earmuffs, and looked at his teammates.

"An off-road vehicle that was not registered just passed by. Put your gun away. The captain asked us to go over and take a look."

Taking advantage of the gap between the speaker's speech, his teammates shouted loudly beside him.

While talking, the mercenary glanced at the cake shop. The mother and daughter behind the door had disappeared, and seemed to have retreated into the depths of the cake shop.

He sighed with regret and put away the gun, "Okay!"

and retracted into the car.

The off-road vehicle they were sitting in slowly accelerated, passed the horn car in front and drove forward.

"Mom, isn't dad also a city defense soldier? Why do they want to beat me?"

In the cake shop, the little girl huddled in her mother's arms and stuck her head out from a distance.

With the emergency chandelier lit in the room, she looked through the glass door at the place where the bullet was hit.

It was dark there, as if a small crater had been blasted out.

The mother's action was a little later, and the bullet might have shattered her body. She still didn't quite understand the meaning of death, but the fear engraved in human instinct made her tremble uncontrollably.

"That's not the city defense force,"

The mother reached out and hugged her daughter, picked up the emergency chandelier on the side, and quickly retreated deeper into the cake shop.

Her bracelet lit up and displayed the dialing interface. The most recently dialed number was 'husband'.

The result of dialing out is, 'not connected'.

Bursts of fierce gunfire were faintly heard in the distance.

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Move two blocks east from the block where the cake shop is located, and the street scene is completely different from here.

Violent gunshots rang out in every corner of the street.

Two light armored vehicles carrying two huge electromagnetic guns slowly drove into the street.

Their guns were pointed in the same direction - the FBI branch building in St. John's.

At this moment, the first floor of this branch has been completely sealed by a solid steel gate. Some FBI agents are hiding behind the gate and shooting through the shooting hole of the gate.

The ones who were shooting at them were the mercenaries of the Kjet Group who were standing under the stairs of the building and hiding behind off-road vehicles in rows.

"Director Skate, we got the approval from the city hall. We suspect that the FBI has hidden followers of the evil god, so we came here to investigate,"

A man who looked like a mercenary officer was hiding behind the car, holding a loudspeaker and shouting, "Stop resisting in vain. The more you resist, the more it proves that you are colluding with the evil god."

"Shit!"

An angry voice came from behind the gate, "I've never heard of a mercenary group investigating the FBI. If the City Hall wants to investigate me, first of all, get Irons's approval document from the FBI."

Bring out the documents from the headquarters."

A roar came from behind the gate, and there was a brief moment of silence outside.

Then I heard the people inside continue to curse, "I tell you, you bastards are the bastards who colluded with the evil god."

"Brother inside, we need to hear what Director Skeet has to say,"

This time, the mercenary officer finally spoke, "Shouldn't this matter be decided by your director?"

There was silence in the building, and then a calm voice came, "What Deputy Director Vince said is exactly what I want to say. Bring Irons and the headquarters' transfer order. This kind of forced entry violates federal law."

, launching an attack on any federal central agency is an attack on the entire federation, and you are embarking on a path that is bound to fail."

The surrounding air became quiet for a moment after these words were spoken.

Only the sound of gunfire from both sides still continued.

The mercenary officer standing outside glanced at the man next to him wearing the uniform of the Pollution Cleanup Division, "Is that the voice of Director Skate?"

"Yes."

The man thought for a moment and nodded.

"If he's still here, it'll be easier to handle."

The officer laughed, raised his hand, and waved gently.

Two armored vehicles on the street began to calibrate their muzzles.

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At this moment, inside the building, a burly man turned off the high-definition recorder in his hand and spat, "What the hell, I'm not playing the recording. Does the director's words sound better than my words? You are a bastard with no appreciation level."

"

"Deputy Director,"

An FBI agent who was hiding in the shooting port turned around and looked at the strong man, "What should we do next?"

"How did those idiots at City Hall let these bastards bring these things in?"

The strong man, or Deputy Director Vince, glanced through the firing hole at the two light armored vehicles outside that were calibrating the muzzles, "You can find a basketball and put it on those idiots' necks faster than their brains."

He picked up the tape recorder in his hand, stared at the two cannons that were about to be calibrated, and shouted, "Brothers, move back. Our mission is to cover the director's departure. Don't fight desperately. The upstairs is our territory. Send this person

Help the bastard go meet their evil father."

The surrounding FBI agents quickly retracted their guns and flew back upstairs.
To be continued...