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　More than ten minutes later.

　"Ding-a-ling, jingle-a-ling!"

　The rapid ringing of the telephone rang again in the barracks office.

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　Volume 1: Chapter 492 Emergency

　What happened this time?

　The General reached for the phone.

　"Request for support, request for support, we can't hold on any longer."

　An anxious voice came from the phone. It was the voice of his adjutant.

　When the general heard his adjutant's words, a look of astonishment suddenly appeared on his face.

　He roared: "What's going on? Why can't you hold on? I gave you a regiment of soldiers, plus the security personnel, and you told me you can't hold a few intersections?"

　"They can't defend it. They are not human beings at all."

　A panicked voice came from the phone, and the adjutant's tone was full of panic.

　"What did you say? If it's not a human, then what is it?" the general asked hurriedly.

　"It's a virus. It's a virus armed with modern weapons."

　The adjutant shouted: "Hurry up, otherwise..."

　When he said this, he suddenly fell silent.

　"Hey, hey, what happened? Speak quickly."

　The general urged, but no more voice came from the phone.

　"A virus armed with modern weapons, what does that even mean? How is the adjutant?"

　The general held the phone in a daze.

　The next moment, he ordered, "Quick, go check the satellite map. The target is the eastern street."

　Upon receiving the order, his men immediately connected to the satellite.

　The computer screen flickered for a moment, then began to become clear, and a new picture appeared in the computer.

　In the picture, the adjutant is dead, but his death is very strange. He did not die at the hands of the enemy, but at the hands of his own people.

　He was not killed by a weapon, but by a bite.

　In the picture, a soldier beside the adjutant is opening his mouth.

　He bit the adjutant's neck, biting it in small bites, as if he was gnawing on a duck's neck.

　The adjutant wanted to say something, but his throat was bitten off and he opened his mouth but couldn't say anything.

　Seeing this scene, the general and everyone present were shocked.

　They all gasped in unison.

　Why did the soldier kill his adjutant in such an inhumane way?

　Doubts swirled in my heart.

　The general said, "Expand the range of illumination."

　The computer operator made a few quick operations, and suddenly the screen became larger, from several street intersections to an area.

　As the image size gets bigger, the quality gets a little blurrier.

　All he could see was flames, cars burning, shops smashed to pieces, his troops gone mad, killing each other.

　Soldiers wearing the same clothes used the wreckage of the house as a base and fired at each other.

　One side still seems to be rational, but the other side has a crazy look on their face. They look extremely excited, and their faces are full of madness.

　Suddenly, in the center of the soldiers who were still conscious, a soldier suddenly let out a wolf-like howl, turned around and fired his weapon at his companions.

　Seeing this scene, everyone in the war room took a deep breath again.

　"Contact the Anti-Suppression Bureau quickly. This is not an ordinary street riot. This is sorcery, the work of cultists." The general shouted.

　Inside the headquarters of the Urban Defense Bureau.

　"Ding-ling-ling, ding-ling-ling, ding-ling-ling..."

　Dozens of phones kept ringing, ringing non-stop.

　The calls kept coming.

　The staff of the Suppression and Prevention Bureau kept answering the phone calls, all of which were requests for help. There were requests for help from security personnel, ordinary people, and street office staff...

　The locations are scattered throughout the city.

　"Jingle Bell!"

　At this time, the phone on the special channel line rang.

　A specialist from the Suppression and Prevention Bureau picked up the phone and said, "This is the Suppression and Prevention Bureau."

　The general's voice came from inside: "There's a riot in the city. It's not a riot of thugs, it's sorcery. Go and deal with it quickly."

　"We are aware of this matter and are currently conducting urgent discussions. We will have a result soon."

　After saying that, the boundary specialist hung up the phone.

　Then the next moment, the dedicated line rang again, and a different number called.

　Not only the Anti-Suppression Bureau, but also the Night Shift Bureau’s phone was flooded with calls.

　In the combat meeting room of the Anti-Suppression Bureau, several people were having an urgent discussion.

　There is a computer inside, and the computer screen shows various situations in various parts of the city streets. At this moment, the city streets are in chaos, and people are like wild beasts that have lost their rationality, wantonly destroying everything they see.

　They gathered in groups of three or five, robbing stores and banks, shooting indiscriminately, killing ordinary people, fighting with law enforcement officers, fighting with the legion, and fighting with their own people. It was a mess.

　Although they fought without any rules, they were fearless and extremely brave. They looked like groups of zombies with guns, but these zombies could run, jump and had intelligence.

　"What should we do?" someone asked.

　"Our people are all at the execution ground. All those who can be sent out have been sent out. There is no way to contain the chaos." said an official in charge of the Anti-Suppression Bureau.

　"It is highly certain that someone will raid the execution ground. The higher-ups have issued a death order that the execution ground must be defended." Someone else said.

　The meeting fell into silence for a while and no one spoke.

　At the execution ground.

　The scene there was the same as always, the chaos had not yet reached there.

　There, the crowd was in high spirits, waiting for the cultists' necks to be put in a noose.

　The person in charge is still waiting for noon to arrive.

　Everything seemed the same as before.

　"Jingle Bell!"

　Suddenly, the phone rang.

　The person in charge picked up the phone and said, "This is the execution ground."

　"A riot has occurred in the eastern part of the city. It is suspected to be caused by witchcraft. You must quickly dispatch professional troops to suppress it."

　The order from the Anti-Suppression Bureau came over the phone.

　"understand!"

　Without further ado, the person in charge put down the phone and immediately ordered the troops: "Go east and suppress the riots."

　Immediately, elite personnel from the Anti-Suppression Bureau and the Night Shift Bureau began to move quickly towards the armored vehicles, preparing to go to the battlefield.

　"Wait a minute, what are you doing? You need to be stationed here to prevent the cultists from hijacking the execution ground."

　A voice of dissuasion came from the VIP seats.

　A person in power stood up hastily from the VIP seat and walked quickly towards the person in charge, questioning him in a stern tone.

　"A riot broke out in the eastern part of the city, suspected to be caused by witchcraft. Headquarters issued an order to immediately dispatch a large force to suppress it." said the person in charge.

　"Leave those things to others. Your troops here cannot move under any circumstances." said the person in power.

　"I can't do that. I only follow orders from my direct superiors. If you have any questions, please go and negotiate with my superiors."

　The person in charge spoke in a cold and hard tone.

　All around, the fighters boarded the armored vehicles, and suddenly, one armored vehicle after another quickly left here.

　"Hey, hey, you can't leave."

　Those in power kept opening their arms to stop it, but to no avail.

　After a while, he was grabbed by the arm by the soldiers of the Night Shift Bureau and dragged out of the driveway to avoid affecting the movement of the armored vehicle.

　What happened? Why did the elite fighters from the Anti-Suppression Bureau and the Night Shift Bureau start to leave in a hurry?

　Lorna Romijn looked at the changes around her with a puzzled look on her face.

　Volume 1: Chapter 493: It Has Always Been Like This

　Somewhere in the east of the city.

　The legion was losing ground.

　The reason for their defeat was not that they could not defeat the masses who turned into thugs. In terms of the technology of using firearms, they were far superior to the thugs. They had armored vehicles and were better equipped than the thugs.

　However, in the center of their formation, soldiers would occasionally turn into thugs and continuously shoot at their colleagues around them.

　It's like it's contagious. All it takes is one soldier turning into a thug and the surrounding soldiers will be infected instantly.

　This resulted in the Legion's defeat.

　The scene looks like a dam that is constantly being breached by floods.

　The dikes were built in front of the flood, but they were submerged by the flood one by one.

　Just when the sea of ​​thugs was about to flood all the dams, armored vehicles appeared here. They were armored vehicles from the Anti-Suppression Bureau and the Night Shift Bureau.

　Inside the first armored vehicle, a person was sitting there. He was a middle-aged man wearing a black windbreaker and a thick book on his knees. He looked very scholarly.

　If he weren't so muscular as an ape, he would look like a real scholar.

　This person is Connor Long, a senior official of the Anti-Suppression Bureau.

　The last time Xiao Yi came to this world, he expelled Xiao Yi from this world. At the gate of the Defense Suppression Bureau, he resisted Xiao Yi's attack. Now, he came here.

　He looked up and forward, and suddenly, the shadow of a huge wolf came into his eyes, which immediately made his face extremely serious.

　Other members of the Suppression and Prevention Bureau also saw the shadow of the giant wolf.

　The moment they saw the shadow of the Split Wolf, something entangled their minds.

　In an instant, negative emotions continued to grow from the bottom of my heart: hatred, resentment, dissatisfaction... all kinds of emotions continued to fill my chest.

　Why do we have to risk our lives here, why can those people hide in a safe place and be high and mighty?

　Those people, when nothing happens, make all kinds of laws and regulations to restrict our actions, and once something happens, they hide behind and let us fight to the death.

　Why should we fight for those people? Is it just for a few dollars of salary? Is that salary worth our fighting for?

　As long as we turn the gun around, as long as we turn the gun around at this moment, we can pull down those who are high and mighty and make them lick the soles of my shoes.

　The condescending attitude of those people is disgusting.

　……

　All kinds of evil thoughts kept rising from the bottom of their hearts, making everyone's expressions as tense as a knife, murderous light constantly emerging in their eyes, and their hands tightly gripping the guns in their hands.

　But they did not become thugs. They turned their will into ropes and tightly locked up the evil thoughts in their hearts.

　This is something the Legion cannot do, but the soldiers of the Anti-Suppression Bureau and the Night Shift Bureau can do it.

　"How to do?"

　Next to him, the adjutant asked Connor Long for instructions.

　"This is the shadow of the Schism Wolf. Wherever the Schism Wolf goes, nothing will be left behind. We must stop it, otherwise the entire city will be reduced to ruins. Kill." Connor Long gave the order.