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Chapter 170 Robbery of wealth and sex
Anthony felt like his head was about to explode.

It wasn't just coming from the headset, but also from all around.

He felt as if he had been thrown into a sealed metal barrel and was being shaken violently.

"Get out of here! Get the fuck out of here! You all deserve to go to hell!"

"Put down your gun! Did you just load it?!"

"We are peacefully occupying this country! How dare you use force?! This is a democratic country!"

"Fuck democracy! You sons of bitches assassinated Seville!"

Anthony had long since lost track of which group he was assigned to.

It was also uncertain whether the man wearing a helmet nearby belonged to his squad.

All recognition methods have failed.

There were too many people, and they were standing too close together.

It was almost impossible to distinguish friend from foe.

The far-right lunatics somehow managed to squeeze to the front row.

The protesters, who had previously remained calm, could no longer hold back and simply sat down on the ground to join the shouting match.

They didn't care whose gun was pointed at them; they just kept giving the middle finger to the camera.

They kept shouting, "We did nothing wrong," and "You are massacring civilians."

Then, the headset rang again.

However, due to signal interference, the commands were always intermittent.

"Channel B blockade failed, repeat, west side failed—"

"Don't make contact unless they make the first move."

"The deputy commander requests a signal transfer. Channel 5 is out of service?"

"Who is in command right now?"

".HQ requests a decision!"

The channel kept beeping, but Anthony realized that someone had left the queue next to him.

He turned his head.

Bulletproof vest, shield, and rifle slung across his back.

It seems to be Jim from Group E?

"Jim?"

Anthony shouted, but his shout was instantly drowned out by the surrounding noise.

"Jim! Jim!"

He raised his voice.

The person still didn't react and seemed to quicken their pace as they left.

Anthony raised his hand and pressed the call button on his shoulder. "HQ, I need the latest instructions. It seems someone from Group E has left."

An electrical noise was heard.

"Signal interference channel...failed. Redeployment...received..."

Upon hearing this, Anthony irritably tugged at his headset.

suddenly--

A hand reached out.

The next second, she grabbed the holster strap on his waist.

Anthony was startled and immediately countered with a counter-elbow strike, pressing down with his right arm as his protective gear slammed into his opponent's shoulder socket.

The attacker staggered back.

He was a thin man with long hair.

Seeing that his plan had failed, he immediately cursed, "Fuck you! Brutality!"

"Fuck you!"

Anthony lost his temper and retorted with insults.

"Back off! Back off! Don't fucking touch my gun!"

Perhaps it was the polluted air, or perhaps it was the pent-up emotions that had reached their peak.

In short, after that angry shout, a large-scale fight broke out.

Like ripples on the surface of water, they spread rapidly.

Someone stepped forward a few steps, stepped on someone's shoe, and waved to try to push the camera away.

One hand was flung out, only to be blocked by the other, and saliva splattered onto the goggles.

In an instant, the sideline was pushed back several meters.

Zhou Yi stood by the roadside, observing the escalating chaos.

That kid named Jim was a bit shorter than me.

His uniform was a little tight on him.

Unfortunately, time was tight, and there wasn't enough time to carefully select a more suitable candidate.

Just then, a woman's voice rang out from behind.

"police officer."

Zhou Yi turned his head and saw a young mother holding a little girl of about seven years old. The woman looked nervous and asked, "Officer, what happened?"

The little girl stared at Zhou Yi's black mask, and for some reason, a chill ran through her.

She tugged at her mother's sleeve and whispered, "Mom, I don't like him."

The woman didn't hear clearly, assuming the child was frightened by the atmosphere, and kept asking:
"Has something happened? Should we evacuate immediately? We're looking for a polling station."

Zhou Yi was the first to notice the girl's unease.

He looked down at her for a few seconds, then bent down and reached out to touch the top of her head.

The chattering woman stopped, her mouth slightly open, her face full of confusion.

“Leave this neighborhood,” Zhou Yi said to the girl, “everything will be alright.”

His words were gentle, with a hint of comfort in them.

The girl didn't react at all; in fact, she was frightened and froze on the spot.

At this moment, the woman finally noticed something was wrong and quickly pulled the child behind her.

She frowned, her gaze sweeping over the name on the man's chest, and said in an unfriendly tone:
"Hey, what's your badge number? I need—"

Before he finished speaking, Zhou Yi raised his hand and made a "quiet" gesture.

Then, he pulled the rifle from behind and loaded it.

"Click" sound.

The woman's face was deathly pale, and she trembled slightly, not daring to utter another syllable.

Zhou Yi didn't look at them again.

He turned around and walked towards the building not far away.

The New York branch of the Federal Reserve Bank of New York.

Security checks at the entrance were conducted as usual.

Federal Reserve police officers in dark uniforms are busy receiving agents temporarily transferred from outside.

Zhou Yi pushed open the door and entered at that moment, fully equipped and walking steadily.

No questions were asked.

There was no obstruction.

The hall was dimly lit, with black and white marble floor tiles gleaming softly.

A female employee was standing at the front desk.

Around thirty years old, he held a walkie-talkie and gave instructions in a low voice.

"The system on level six hasn't been restored yet?"

"Yes, I know you've broken up too, I just wanted to confirm."

As soon as she looked up, she saw a fully armed, masked policeman appear beside her.

"police officer."

The woman breathed a sigh of relief, then immediately began to complain:
"Why are you taking so long to get in? The upstairs is a complete mess."

"Have you received your assignment? Should we deal with the situation outside first?"

"No."

Zhou Yi said calmly, holding the gun in his right hand.

"This is robbery."

The woman stared blankly for a long time, her expression strange, as if she hadn't heard clearly.

".What did you say?"

“I said, miss.”

Zhou Yi stood ramrod straight and patiently explained:

"This was an armed invasion."

The woman's expression changed.

She subconsciously moved her hand toward the alarm button, but hesitated for a few seconds, staring at his uniform and then at the tactical number on his arm.

"Don't joke around, there's a serious violent incident happening outside!"

The woman tried to raise her voice to sound more serious:
"You're on duty, right? Your job is to maintain order!"

“If you continue like this, I will have to request to speak with your supervisor.”

Zhou Yi lowered his head and sighed softly.

Immediately afterwards, he pulled an old Nokia phone out of his pocket.

Those plastic models that nobody uses anymore.

It's square, black, and has a few scratches on the screen.

"What are you going to do?" the woman asked warily.

Zhou Yi did not answer.

He skillfully swiped the navigation keys to enter the communication interface.

Then, I dialed that simple string of numbers.

　I'll post more today because it's recommended.
　　

(End of this chapter)