Empire of Shadows

Bureau Chief Blue sat in the passenger seat of the police car, watching as they approached the old industrial district. He pulled out his pistol, checked the magazine to make sure it was full, and then reloaded it.

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It had been a long time since he had checked his weapon so carefully. Of course, this wasn't the police department's standard issue.

He opened the glove compartment in the passenger seat. Inside was a magazine pouch and several loaded magazines.

He fastened the magazine pouch around his waist, inserted all the magazines, and then let out a heavy breath of stale air.

He twisted his body, straightened his clothes, then sat back properly and grabbed the handle on the door frame with his right hand.

He had a premonition that today would be a terrible day.

Along the way, they had already seen some signs of unrest. The security in this area was rapidly deteriorating.

As the chief of the city police department, he knew how much trouble and workload this would bring to him and the entire city's police force.

Who wouldn't want to sit in the office every day, reading the newspaper until it was time to get off work?

Those sons of bitches!

There were already some police cars parked on both sides of the street, dealing with roadside vandalism incidents.

Some rioters who had fled from the center of the incident were vandalizing roadside stores. Almost all of the roadside stores were the property of federal citizens. When officers saw someone committing a crime, they had to respond to protect the safety and property of the citizens.

Some rioters had already raised their hands and lay on the cold ground to be managed and controlled, but there were also some rioters who were using the weapons in their hands to confront the police.

These officers' strategies were still too conservative. This time, they were not facing immigrants or federal citizens with federal citizenship.

They were facing refugees who were not considered federal people. They didn't need to be so careful.

"Stop the car," he suddenly shouted. The driver was stunned for a moment, but quickly pulled the car over to the side of the road and stopped.

Two cars from the convoy behind stopped, while the other vehicles continued to the reported location.

This was New Port District. The commercial atmosphere was certainly not as prosperous as other districts, but recently, the large number of refugees stranded in New Port District had brought some good and positive changes to the commercial environment here.

Refugee money was still money.

As long as they could make money, merchants didn't care whether the person paying the bills was a gentleman from the upper class or a refugee who wasn't even a citizen.

But I guess they didn't expect that they would lose a lot of money before they could earn much from these refugees.

In a roadside store, several refugees were stuffing the sundries from the store into a woven bag in their hands.

Food, drinks, cigarettes, it seemed like they wanted everything!

The shop owner was lying on the ground at the door, blood on his head, motionless, not knowing if he was dead or not.

The police at the scene were confronting them, demanding that they drop their weapons and come out and lie on the ground.

This was the normal procedure.

When the four police officers saw Bureau Chief Blue coming in person, one of them turned to go and report the situation at the scene.

"I saw them looting the store on the way here. We can't determine the health condition of the shop owner yet. The situation is a bit tricky..."

"Tricky?" Bureau Chief Blue, who was walking over, glanced at the police officer and then shook his head.

Without waiting for the police officer to respond, he walked to a place closer to the shop. Two refugees with clubs in their hands waved their weapons, loudly preventing the director from approaching.

They didn't know how to distinguish the director from the police officers. They only knew that they couldn't let them get close, "Don't fucking come over here, my baseball bat isn't as easy to talk to as I am!"

He tried to intimidate Bureau Chief Blue by using a baseball bat to attack him, but this time, he failed.

Bureau Chief Blue directly pulled out the pistol in his hand, held it with both hands and straightened his arms. The man suddenly widened his eyes, and amidst his frightened anxiety, he pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Bang, bang, bang!

Three bullets accurately hit the dazed refugee who was waving the baseball bat.

He looked down in disbelief at the three small holes in his coat, and even touched them with his hand.

He couldn't believe the fact that he was about to die. Just as he was about to ask for help, he suddenly fell to the ground and his body began to convulse.

His companions who were ransacking the shop heard the gunshots and ran out. They looked in horror at their companions lying in a pool of blood, and then in horror at Bureau Chief Blue standing outside the kitchen window with a gun in his hand.

One of them pushed his hair up along his temples with both hands, "What the fuck have you done?!"

But the answer to him was bullets, bullets flying everywhere.

The bullets flew everywhere. Bureau Chief Blue calmly continued to shoot, and several people fell to the ground one after another, until the pistol in his hand ran out of bullets and made a "click, click" sound.

He exhaled a breath of hot air, quickly replaced the magazine, reinserted it into the holster, and then turned around.

"Is it still tricky?"

He shook his head and then walked towards his car, "Handle the rest the same way. We don't have that much time to reason with them!"

"When writing the report, remember to write that they violently resisted arrest!"

He said, returning to the car, "Drive."

A few minutes later, the convoy entered the scene of the incident. After seeing the real scene of the demolition site, Bureau Chief Blue couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.

All the construction machinery that could be overturned was overturned—they drove the bulldozers to overturn other construction machinery vehicles.

And those that could not be overturned were now burning fiercely.

These people had completely gone mad. Under the leadership of a few people, they began to release the anger, fear, anxiety, and all the negative emotions that had been accumulating since they came to the Federation. At this moment, like a bomb, they were completely released!

All the pain, hunger, cold, and humiliated dignity they had faced, everything that required their wives to sell their bodies in order for them to survive, had completely erupted!

Regardless of whether they really hated the Federals as much as they showed in the collective consciousness, at this moment, they all showed the same thing: unparalleled hatred for the Federals!

There were already some police cars at the scene. The police officers looked at the rioters in shock. The rioters also found the police. They were in a primary stage of confrontation.

Bureau Chief Blue got out of the car, straightened his police hat, glanced at the police officer in the driver's seat, and said softly, "Go get the rifle."

Then he took a microphone out of the car.

The director and the "command vehicle" had loudspeakers. He turned on the loudspeaker, "We are Blue, the director of the Golden Port City Police Department. I now order you to immediately stop your violence, put down the weapons in your hands, and accept our management."

"Your actions have seriously affected, threatened, and harmed the public safety of Golden Port City, and threatened the safety of people's lives and property."

"Stop your violence immediately and accept management, otherwise we will take necessary measures!"

"Repeat..."

Bureau Chief Blue's warning worked. Some of the rioting refugees began to gather. Only by gathering together could they feel safe.

Under the leadership of a few people, they silently gathered together, standing directly opposite the police force, and the two sides entered a state of confrontation.

But this confrontation was the kind of unstable confrontation. Some of the refugees who had already been blinded by the killing were carrying crowbars and steel pipes in their hands, looking at these police officers with blood stains on their faces, eager to try!

They even wanted to beat these police officers together!

For the first time, they felt a kind of... indescribable joy!

War, fleeing, disappointment, those supervisors were like slave owners in the slave era, whipping them all over with the whip of "survival."

If they didn't work or listen to them, they would lose their jobs and lose everything.

This was a riot, more like a rebellion against the exploitation and oppression of them by the Federal society!

At this moment, they did not think of themselves as rioters, as villains who caused the turmoil, but as warriors!

They dared to resist all the inequalities imposed on them, so even when facing the police, they were not so afraid.

They believed that as long as they were united, they would be invincible.

The silent confrontation between the two sides lasted for several minutes. Bureau Chief Blue turned on the microphone again, "You have five minutes to drop your weapons, leave the crowd, and go over there to accept management."

"After five minutes, we will take coercive measures!"

Very tough dialogue, simple and powerful.

Some refugees were already a little panicked, but most people still stood together.

When the collective consciousness dominates the individual consciousness, they will give up thinking and focus their attention on the "leader" like those gregarious animals.

There are head sheep, head horses, and head wolves, and naturally there are head people.

In this case, the few people taking the lead will determine the direction of things next.

They were actually very nervous, because there were already some gunshots around. There was no doubt that the police had started using weapons.

The leaders looked at Bureau Chief Blue and the other police officers from a distance. They didn't seem to have any intention of surrendering.

They actually knew very well that as long as they chose to surrender, they would definitely be unlucky.

Neither side took any further action. It seemed that they were all restraining themselves, but the more restrained they were, the more obvious the atmosphere became heavier and more depressing!

It was like the moment before a volcano erupted. No one could see what kind of changes it would have in the next second.

But once it erupts, it will be earth-shattering!