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Chapter 1757 Who is the 'Evil God'? (Long Chapter, Requesting Monthly Tickets)

Vicar City
The morning light shone down from the sky, and pedestrians came and went on the road. He walked on the dilapidated street, listening to the sound of buses whizzing by, passing by one dirty tent after another, and staring at the advertisements of Rockwell Energy Group.

Hawke had visited the vicinity of Vicart when he was young. This city is located roughly halfway between Dawn City and Elan City, on the trade route between the two cities, and is quite close to Dawn City.

Traditionally, this city is considered to be within the sphere of influence of Dawn City and is more influenced by Dawn City, although it is also significantly influenced by Elan City.

However, the city itself is actually controlled by Rockwell Energy Group. News that He found showed that as Christos was accused, the mayor of Vicart also publicly distanced himself from Christos and unequivocally supported 'Greystone Palace'.

From this perspective, the Vicat city government should have been completely controlled by Rockwell Energy Group.

He Ao quickly crossed the street and flipped over a two-meter-high neon advertisement.

The hustle and bustle behind him seemed to be completely shut out at this moment, and a quiet little park full of green plants appeared in He Ao's field of vision.

A gentle breeze rustled through the green leaves and grass of the park.

Some neatly dressed figures were strolling lazily along the path at the edge of the grass.

It's as if the two sides of this billboard represent two completely different worlds.

He watched all this quietly, then naturally crossed the lawn and walked onto the path at the edge of the grass.

A fully armed policeman was slowly walking towards them. When he saw He Ao, he was slightly taken aback, and a hint of unfamiliarity flickered in his eyes.

But soon, he stepped aside to make way for He Ao.

He Ao nodded to him and walked past him.

"Who's this big shot who moved in again?" The policeman glanced at He Ao's retreating figure, shook his head, muttered something, and then continued walking forward.

At this moment, He Ao's figure had completely crossed the lawn, and in front of him was a square with a fountain, behind which was a luxurious hotel in an arc shape.

The hotel's name was written above it: 'Stia Luxury Hotel'.

This is the affluent area of ​​Vicarage, contributing over 70% of the city's tax revenue. It is also the area with the highest police density and the best security in Vicarage.

And this Stia Luxury Hotel is the best hotel in this small city.

However, when Hawke last came, the polarization here wasn't this severe; Eve had just found out all this information.

Even the 'shortcut' of climbing over billboards to directly enter the wealthy area was a road that Eve simulated after reviewing the city plan.

If you want to enter the wealthy area normally, you have to take a long detour first.

He Ao lowered his head, glanced at the fountain outside the hotel, then walked around the fountain and headed towards the hotel entrance.

The doorman saw him approaching, quickly walked to the door, opened it, and said with a smile, "Good morning, sir."

"Good morning." He Ao nodded slightly and walked into the hotel lobby.

The hotel lobby has a ceiling height of about seven or eight meters. Unlike the opulent design of luxury hotels in small cities, this hotel lobby uses simple geometric shapes, which are illuminated by different lights to create a minimalist and modern design style.

This type of design is typically only seen in large cities like Dawn City and Wetland.

He Ao walked into the lobby and went to the front desk.

"Hello, sir, would you like to check in?" the pretty receptionist asked He Ao cautiously.

"Are there any vacancies in your presidential suite?" He Ao asked directly.

"Please wait a moment while I check," the receptionist said, bowing her head and quickly checking. "I'm sorry, sir, our presidential suite requires an invitation to book. Could you show me your invitation? Or you could check out our business suite and mayor's suite, both of which are very nice."

"Not for now." He Ao nodded slightly, then turned and left the front desk.

Then he looked up, glanced at the decorations around the hotel, walked directly to a hidden door on one side of the hotel, and quickly entered the password.

Throughout the entire process, people were constantly coming and going around him, but everyone seemed to ignore He Ao and walked right past him.

click -

With a crisp sound, the hidden door opened.

He Ao stepped through the door.

Behind the door is a small office area, and near the door is a somewhat old elevator.

At this moment, a cleaning worker is pushing a cleaning cart and standing in front of the elevator, and the elevator doors are slowly opening.

He Ao and the cleaning lady entered the elevator together.

The cleaning lady raised her hand, pressed the button for the 17th floor elevator, and then turned to look at him.

“Top floor, presidential suite, thank you,” He Ao said slowly.

The cleaning staff nodded and pressed the button for the elevator on the top floor.

Throughout the entire process, nothing seemed amiss.

The elevator quickly went up to the seventeenth floor, the cleaning staff went out, and then continued up to the top floor.

He Ao raised his head, glanced at the elevator's security camera, then lowered his gaze, slowly walked forward, and stepped out of the elevator.

Outside the elevator appeared to be a cleaning room, and the door to the cleaning room was open, revealing the clean corridor outside.

There are only three rooms on the entire top floor: a presidential suite on the left and two mayor suites on the right.

The door to the presidential suite was in another secluded corner, and it was open at the moment, with a private little elevator in front of it.

He Ao walked to the door and looked into the room.

Bright sunlight streamed into the spacious living room through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a soft glow on the matte floor.

The hotel's location is indeed excellent. Through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, you can vaguely see most of the affluent neighborhood shrouded in greenery, and the dilapidated city stretching behind it.

In front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, two cleaners and a man dressed in a neat tuxedo, resembling a butler, were tidying up the room.

"Where are the guests inside?" He Ao asked softly as he entered the room.

“The guest has already checked out,” the butler turned around, saw He Ao, was taken aback for a moment, and then said naturally, “They just checked out this morning.”

"Is he leaving the city?" He Ao slowly walked forward to the depths of the living room, glanced at the open bedroom door, and asked casually.

“We don’t know,” the butler shook his head slightly and said slowly, “We never pry into our guests’ privacy.”

He Ao lowered his gaze slightly and walked to the French windows. "Who booked his room?"

"The invitation is from Rockwell Energy Group," the butler said slowly.

"How many days did he stay?" He Ao asked slowly, looking outwards.

He gazed at a building not far away, situated on the edge of an affluent neighborhood.

That's the Rockwell Energy Group building.

"About two days," the butler replied.

Two days? That's a long time.
Why did Rockwell Energy bring the head of intelligence here?

He looked down, gazing at the area beneath the towering building.

Walking through the shade of the trees, he could vaguely see figures standing in front of the building; it seemed to be a parade.

At the front of the group were mercenaries armed with guns.

At this moment, it seemed that the marching crowd had clashed with the mercenaries, and there was faint trace of bright red liquid spilled on the ground.

Upon seeing this, He Ao frowned slightly, and in the next instant, he disappeared from the suite.

After he disappeared, the housekeeper and cleaning staff lowered their heads and continued cleaning the room, as if they had been cleaning the room the whole time without being disturbed.

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Rockwell Energy Group Building, Vicarage
The dense gunfire, panicked screams, fleeing crowds, and crimson blood combined to create a horrific scene under the sky.

"Hahahaha—" A man holding a machine gun stood in the crowd, laughing maniacally.

He pulled the trigger, his entire body trembling wildly in the spray of fire from the machine gun.

"Listen up, everyone! Rockwell Energy Corporation is defending its territory!" A man who appeared to be the captain stood in the middle of the mercenaries, a wireless microphone hanging from his mouth. His booming voice came from a loudspeaker hanging on a high-rise building, echoing under the chaotic sky.

“These cult followers are attempting to storm the Rockwell Energy Corporation building, and we are retaliating against them in accordance with federal law.”

The captain moved forward slowly, and the mercenaries beside him also moved forward slowly, the dense gunfire also moving forward slowly with their advance.

"All unrelated personnel must leave immediately. This is a warning for you: all unrelated personnel must leave immediately, or Rockwell Energy Group will not be held responsible for any casualties caused during this counterattack."

The captain's booming voice echoed through the sky, but no one could hear him anymore, because the bullets were faster than his voice.

The panicked crowd paid no attention to his words and could only run away frantically, shouting.

"What are you doing?!" a figure shouted from within the crowd. "I'm also an employee of the company. I have no connection with those protesters. You're attacking innocent people—"

boom--

A bullet grazed his shoulder, tearing off a patch of crimson blood, interrupting his words.

“A warning again: these protesters are cultists,” the captain said slowly as he stepped forward, seemingly oblivious to the terror on the faces of the people fleeing for their lives. “We are conducting a legitimate counterattack. All unrelated persons are urged to move away immediately to avoid being harmed by these cultists.”

The deafening roar echoed through the sky, scorching bullets streaked across the heavens, and one figure after another fell.

Life was harvested like weeds; it was a one-sided massacre.

A bullet landed in front of a woman holding a child, about to pierce her body.

boom--

A hand reached out from the side and caught the stray bullet.

A burly middle-aged man walked against the flow of people, looked at the mercenary soldiers in front of him, and roared with a hint of anger, "What are you fighting back against? Are armed mercenaries fighting back against unarmed civilians?"

"Catching a bullet with his bare hands?" The captain glanced at the man. "Looks like the cultist has already come forward on his own!"

The moment he finished speaking, a mercenary next to him picked up a pre-prepared electromagnetic cannon and aimed it at the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man was slightly taken aback when he saw the electromagnetic cannon.

But the mercenary didn't give him any time to react. A streak of light flashed across the sky and appeared in front of him in an instant.

He was only a Class D superhuman; catching ordinary bullets was already his limit, and he couldn't possibly stop an electromagnetic cannon.

But just as the radiance reached the middle-aged man, it suddenly stopped.

Or rather, it wasn't just the radiance; the entire sky seemed to have quieted down. The sounds of cannons, gunfire, and even people's shouts had subsided considerably.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

thump—

The shell that had been hovering in front of the middle-aged man fell down with a crisp sound.

crackling-

Like crisp raindrops falling to the ground, the bullets suspended in the sky seemed to have exhausted all their kinetic energy, and with crackling sounds, they crashed to the ground.

The panicked crowd continued to flee, but the mercenary who fired the shot and the middle-aged man standing in front of him fell completely silent as they watched the scene unfold.

"It's an evil god!" the mercenary captain shouted immediately. "It's the power of an evil god! Kill him!"

The surrounding mercenaries immediately picked up their electromagnetic cannons and aimed them at the middle-aged man.

But the moment they pulled the trigger, the electromagnetic cannon did not respond, as if it had jammed.

The other mercenaries immediately opened fire, but no matter how they fired, no shots were heard.

The middle-aged man lowered his head, looking at the flowing blood on the ground and the corpses lying haphazardly.

This is an affluent area with few pedestrians around. Most of the people lying on the ground are young people, holding banners or other signs, and are members of the march.

Even among the numerous protests and clashes that have erupted across the federal government, this conflict is probably the bloodiest.

He wasn't part of the march and didn't particularly support their radical views, but the terror these mercenaries displayed still shocked him.

If it weren't for the sudden drop of bullets and the malfunction of the firearms, there would probably be many more bodies lying on the ground.

He looked up at the mercenary captain in front of him, who was wearing a wireless microphone, and then at the mercenaries beside him.

They seemed completely unsurprised by what was happening, and even had a hint of anticipation in their eyes.

Were they doing this on purpose? What exactly are they trying to do?
thump—

Just then, a slight sound came from below, and the middle-aged man looked down at the corpse lying on the ground.

A corpse lying in front of him was now twisting its body in a bizarre posture, before slowly rising from the ground.

dong dong dong-

The middle-aged man raised his eyes and looked ahead. The bodies that had been dead slowly stood up.

Sunlight shines on the earth, and the deceased seem to be 'coming back to life'.

"An evil god! It's an evil god!" The mercenary captain stared intently at the scene. "These followers of the evil god have finally been exposed!"

One of the mercenaries behind him quickly picked up a camera and started recording.