Then let the witch offer her loyalty

In short, these rebels call themselves "revolutionaries" and claim that they want to overthrow the existing system, strip psionicists and psychics of their extraordinary status, and achieve equality among all people.

They frequently cause destruction throughout the Upper Town, bombing theaters one day, shooting crowds with guns the next, and occasionally setting off suicide trucks, making them deeply hated by the residents of the Upper Town.

The governor's office had considered eliminating the rebels, but these people often operated in small guerrilla groups and hid in the already chaotic lower city.

Meanwhile, the poor in the lower city didn't care at all about the terrorist attacks in the upper city, and local violent groups even colluded with the rebels, leaving the Planetary Defense Force with no way to exert its power.

After reading the news, Chen Moxin stroked his chin with interest and said, "Do you think that if we use the head of this rebel leader as a pledge of allegiance, we can quickly get closer to Anies?"

Alexander laughed and added, "We're on the same page. No matter how different Anies's and his rivals' ideologies are, the rebels are the common enemy of the Governor's Office."

"Helping Anies take down the rebel leader is a way of giving her an advantage in the election, and she will definitely have a good impression of us."

Lei Lie thought for a moment and asked, "The most difficult part of a decapitation operation is locating the enemy. We are unfamiliar with this place and don't have enough intelligence. Finding the rebel leader would be harder than finding a needle in a haystack."

Alexander nodded and said, "That is a problem, but we can try starting with the violent groups in the lower city. I've seen reports that the rebels are colluding with them..."

As he was speaking, his expression suddenly changed.

"Oh no, this is bad!"

"Second brother, what's wrong?"

"That mohawk-haired thug, the one named Tony, is it possible he knows anyone in the rebels? I used psionic powers in front of him; didn't that give me away completely..."

Lei Lie looked worried after hearing this and turned to Chen Moxin: "Brother Chen, what do you think?"

Chen Moxin shrugged: "It's very possible. Psionicists have an extraordinary status in this world. We might already be under close surveillance by the rebels, who might mistake us for people from the Governor's Office."

Alexander slapped his forehead in frustration: "It's all my fault. I shouldn't have used my psionic powers so hastily."

"No." Chen Moxin smiled and looked towards the lower city area. "It might not be a bad thing."

...

"Boom!"

A heavy punch landed on Tony's face, sending him staggering and crashing into the wall, his cool rooster-like hair disheveled.

"Brother, I swear to Gaia, I have absolutely no connection with the Governor's Mansion!"

Two tall men stood in front of Tony. Their eyes were sinister, and they exuded a sense of oppression, the kind of aura that only people who had seen blood for many years possessed.

One of the men grabbed Tony by the collar and said coldly, "Someone saw you driving those Gifted Ones to the Upper Town. And you're still trying to deny it?"

Tony's face was full of injustice: "It's true that I gave them a ride, but there was a reason for that!"

"At first I thought they were a few fat sheep. Since they were already here, I thought I'd welcome them in the way we do in the lower city and maybe even rob them a little. Who knew they would be the recipients of this bounty?"

"I had no choice but to take them! I've offended the Blessed Ones, and I'm afraid of dying! I have to save myself! I really have absolutely no connection with them!"

As they were talking, Tony's phone suddenly rang.

"Whose phone number?"

Tony carefully took out his phone and looked at it, then said blankly, "It's not a call, it's a text message."

The man snatched the phone and saw that it was from an unknown number.

I was the one who received this gift before.

This is my new number, please save it.

The man immediately pulled out a gun and pressed it against Tony's forehead, yelling, "You two seem to be on good terms, huh? You even exchanged phone numbers? Keep trying to deny it?!"

"Injustice!!!" Tony didn't know how to explain, and could only cry out that he was innocent.

The other man gestured for his companion to put away his gun, then took his phone and glanced at it.

The other party then sent another message.

Give me a call when you have time; we can discuss something.

The man handed the phone back to Tony and said in a deep voice, "Want to prove your innocence? Easy. Make a call, and I want to hear what you're talking about."

"Okay...okay...I'll call...I'll call..." Tony stammered as he dialed the number.

It has to be said that this kind of tough guy who has been working in the downtown area for years has a good mental fortitude. He was crying and shouting just a moment ago, but now that he has answered the phone, he immediately changed to a lighthearted tone.

"Good afternoon, Your Excellency. What are your orders?"

"Answer me one question, Tony: Do you want a better life?"

"Uh... huh?"

Tony didn't understand why the other person was getting straight to the point.

"I'm saying, do you want to leave this impoverished lower city, so you don't have to pick up trash anymore, or live by robbing wallets? Do you want to have your own house in the upper city, marry a beautiful wife, have a big, healthy son, and live a stable and happy life?"

"If you want, I'll send you an address. Come find me there at 7 p.m. tonight."

...

7 p.m. that evening.

Tony, wearing a baseball cap, came to the second street lamp in the alley, looking around as if searching for something.

"Whoosh." With a whistle, Chen Moxin slowly emerged from the shadows of the alley.

“My lord…” Tony said respectfully and humbly, bowing his head and staring at the tips of his shoes.

Chen Moxin asked calmly, "How have you considered what I told you on the phone before?"

Tony swallowed hard and cautiously asked, "Sir, are you really from the Governor's mansion?"

Chen Moxin countered, "What, doesn't it look like it?"

Tony quickly said, "Yes, yes... I should have realized it then. You are a distinguished recipient of this gift, so naturally you must be a great person."

Chen Moxin waved his hand and said, "Alright, stop flattering me. Some of these things are true. Just like I said on the phone, pretending to be lost was just an act. I actually came to the lower city with a mission."

"Recently, the Governor's Office has become increasingly eager to suppress the rebels, and they are thriving in the Lower City. This is inseparable from the help of you local thugs. You might be colluding with them."

Tony looked flustered and tried to say something, but Chen Moxin interrupted him: "Don't say anything more to me. Maybe I'm right, or maybe I've misunderstood you. The past is not important; what's important is the future."

"This area, the Lower City, is impenetrable; I need a mole here. Although you come from humble beginnings, I see you have a good character. Would you like to become my informant?"

"As long as you help the Governor's Mansion eliminate the rebels, you will have done a great service. I can help you get rid of the mud in the lower city and give you a better life."

Tony listened, somewhat dazed, his eyes seeming to be struggling with two different emotions shifting between them.

Gradually, one emotion overwhelmed the other.

He raised his head and stared blankly at Chen Moxin, then suddenly knelt down on the ground, slapping himself repeatedly while crying out, "Sir, you care so much about a worthless person like me, but I... I'm not human! Not human!"

This unusual behavior made Chen Moxin frown: "What's going on?"

Tony looked around nervously, his eyes filled with barely suppressed panic: "Sir... I... to tell you the truth... when you called me, the rebels were right next to me."

Chen Moxin's expression immediately changed.

"So they also know about our meeting here?"

"I know... they're the ones who sent me here to keep the appointment, saying they'd lure you out..."

"What the hell?!"

"I have no choice, sir! They've got guns pointed at my head. If I don't do what they say, I'll die!"

After hearing Tony's words, Chen Moxin's face turned ashen, and she nervously looked around.

Seeing that there was still no movement around him, he said coldly, "What you're doing is treason, do you understand?! Your name will be on the Governor's purge list!"

Tony cried, "I really had no choice! Sir, I'm just a nobody, what could I do in that situation?"

At this point, he wiped away his tears, his voice trembling yet firm: "But I've figured it out now. Rather than spending my whole life being used as a pawn in the lower city, I'd better abandon the darkness and embrace the light as soon as possible!"

"The rebels haven't arrived yet, sir. I know this area well and I know a shortcut. Follow me, and I have a way to get you out!"

"But you must promise me that after you sneak out, you will take me to the Upper City and find me a job at the Governor's Mansion, otherwise I will be unable to face either side!"

Chen Mo said hurriedly, "I can take you to the Upper City District, but I can't guarantee whether you can work at the Governor's Mansion. Take me away first, and we'll talk about the future later."

“Okay... sir, this way.” Tony jogged into an abandoned building, walked through it to another alley, then used his hook tool to pry open a manhole cover and enter the sewer.

He wandered through the maze-like, cramped sewers, stopping from time to time to look around and find his way, and finally found an exit.

"Sir, let's get out of here. My motorcycle is nearby; we can use it to escape."

"Very good, it's not too late for you to repent. When we get to the Governor's Mansion, I will put in a good word for you."

Chen Moxin was the first to climb out of the sewer and saw layers upon layers of dilapidated buildings all around her.

The place is very enclosed and cramped; even when you look up, you can only see glimpses of the night sky through a few gaps in the buildings.

Where's your motorcycle?

There was no response from behind.

"Tony?" Chen Moxin looked back in confusion.

Tony also climbed out of the sewer at this moment, but for some reason he retreated to a corner, keeping a great distance from Chen Moxin, his eyes filled with an inescapable desolation.

"I'm sorry, sir, you're a good person, but they planted a bomb on me, I really had no choice..."

"Oh!"

"Pfft-"

As a fire broke out in a window on a high-rise building, a sniper bullet struck Chen Moxin's right knee, exploding into a shower of bone fragments and blood, shattering his leg.

Chen Moxin screamed and fell to the ground, clutching her bleeding broken leg and wailing incessantly.

In the narrow corridors of the building, masked figures kept emerging, armed with guns and with cold eyes; they were undoubtedly members of the rebels.

The rebel captain leading the group approached the trembling Tony and patted him on the shoulder: "You did a great job, capturing a Blessed One for us. This will make the Governor's Mansion more wary of us."

Tony, arms crossed and face deathly pale, pleaded, "Can I go now...? I really don't want to get involved in either of your affairs. I just want to live my own life..."

The rebel captain waved his hand: "Of course, there's nothing else for you to do here. You can leave. I'll have someone remove the bomb implanted in your body later."

Tony ran off without looking back after hearing that.

After Tony had walked away, the rebel captain took out a detonator from his pocket and pressed it.

A loud "boom" came from afar, followed by an explosion of flames, scattering charred human fragments all over the ground.

The rebel captain put away the detonator, looked at Chen Moxin struggling in a pool of blood, and said in a deep voice into the communicator, "We still don't know what kind of psionic abilities this guy has, so be careful."

"Furthermore, the boss has spoken: dead recipients are useless; we need to capture living ones."

The surrounding rebels lowered their gun barrels and cautiously approached the struggling Chen Moxin, attempting to capture him alive.

Chen Moxin's right leg below the knee had disappeared, the cut was a bloody mess, and blood gathered on the ground into a dark red stream.

At a window dozens of meters away, the rebel sniper who had broken Chen Moxin's leg was adjusting the focus of his scope, preparing for his next shot.

However, just as he continued to aim at Chen Moxin's other leg, the other person suddenly disappeared.

The next instant, he felt something come up behind him without warning.

Turning around in shock, he saw Chen Moxin's face contorted with malice, and a steel bar clutched in her hand.

"Pfft!"

The steel bar pierced the sniper's terrified face, penetrating his head through his eye socket.

The nearby rebel soldiers aimed their guns at them, but when they pulled the triggers, all of their weapons malfunctioned. The important internal components had been replaced at some point, and the guns exploded one after another, eliciting screams.

Chen Moxin's eyes, brimming with spiritual energy, flashed with a cold light. The instant his body vanished from the spot, all the load-bearing pillars of the entire building were replaced by phase shift.

"Boom—" The building collapsed instantly with a deafening roar, its structure crumbling away, burying all the rebels hiding inside in the reinforced concrete.

A rebel soldier, watching the fierce battle, frowned and said to his captain, "This recipient should have spatial psionic abilities, capable of causing objects to shift spatially, and this ability can also affect himself... If this continues, he'll escape."

The rebel captain snorted coldly, took the rifle from his back, and the holographic sight opened like wings, with the circular fire control indicator rapidly changing within the scope, firmly locking onto Chen Moxin.

He inserted a tranquilizer dart and fired a shot.

Chen Moxin was constantly shifting her position using her spiritual energy, but the bullet seemed to have eyes, constantly drawing snake-like arcs in the air.

No matter where Chen Moxin teleported, the bullet followed him, finally piercing his neck with a "thud".

Chen Mo frantically pulled out the needle-like bullet from his neck, but it was too late; the anesthetic inside the bullet had already been injected into his body.

Chen Moxin looked at the approaching rebel captain in astonishment. Before his consciousness faded into darkness, he heard the man's mocking laughter.

"Auto-aiming, kid."