Cthulhu America, I can see the kill line.

"Young man, don't be so arrogant."

Those arrogant words instantly aroused Yaken's extreme vigilance.

The mayor frowned and suddenly raised his right hand.

The surrounding armed personnel responded immediately and raised their weapons in unison.

Countless crimson targeting lasers were densely packed around Kong Jiu, and the air was filled with a tense atmosphere that seemed ready to explode at any moment.

"I don't deny that a formal D-rank psionicist is indeed a god among men in the eyes of the Mortal Federation."

A subtle hint of smugness curled at the corner of Yaken's lips, his brows furrowing with an air of complete control.

He turned to the side, his gaze sweeping over the group of anti-psy elite soldiers standing like statues behind him, his tone revealing undisguised pride:

"But this anti-pseudo-energy force, built at great expense, is not just for show!"

A D-rank psionicist can indeed flatten half a city and intercept heavy firepower with his bare hands, making him a god among men.

But how could the Federation, as the cornerstone of the people's protection, allow these superhumans to act recklessly?

Since assuming the position of Supreme Commander of Hills, he has signed that secret decree and devoted himself to cultivating a private army that is completely loyal to him.

Anti-psychic shotgun, heavy-duty bomb suit inlaid with anti-magic stone plates, monkey paw amulet...

Every piece of anti-psychic equipment worn by these armed personnel is priceless, even exceeding the life savings of an average family.

More than enough to deal with a D-rank psionicist!

He wasn't worried at all about what trouble the other party could cause.

"Psionicists are not great, young man."

As he spoke, Yaken slowly turned his head, intending to look down at the intruder.

"Human beings are great."

However, the moment he turned around, he suddenly froze.

Beside the young man, a blurry figure, seemingly formed from condensed mist, had appeared out of nowhere.

Yaken's pupils contracted sharply, and he froze for a moment.

Immediately, he flew into a rage, veins bulging on his forehead, and roared at the armed men around him:

"What's going on?! Didn't I clearly give the order to open fire immediately if any action resembling the casting of a spell was observed?!"

The armed men around them looked at each other, their faces filled with confusion and helplessness.

"Mayor, what are you referring to? What kind of spellcasting?"

Yaken's face flushed crimson instantly. He pointed at the illusory figure, his voice trembling with rage:

"I spent seventy million dollars training each of you, you bunch of good-for-nothings! Couldn't you even spot such an obvious figure?!"

Despite being a mortal, Aken, who held a high position, knew that among psionicists there was a path called "spirit summoning".

Through specific rituals or spells, one can summon the spirits of the deceased, who were once witnessed by heaven and earth, to fight for them.

However, in the short time it took me to turn around, the other party summoned a spirit.

And yet, he couldn't see any of his own guards?

This feeling of being completely out of control was like an invisible hand gripping Yaken's heart, causing this usually composed veteran politician to lose all composure.

What he hates most is things going beyond expectations!

Like all those in power in the Federation of America, he could only feel at ease when he had everything firmly in his grasp!

Money, power, women, even the chicks on Stan Island...

When everything is under his control and unfolds according to his script, Yaken is the suave and sophisticated elite politician who has everything under his command.

But if unforeseen circumstances arise, such as the Hills Alliance failing to stop the invaders, or the Quaker Sisters only sending a brief message saying "I'm off duty"...

If things get out of control, the dam of his rationality will crumble instantly.

He had been suppressing his anger, but only when he saw that the intruder seemed to be able to communicate did he manage to regain some of his politician composure.

But at the crucial moment, his subordinates failed him again!

"Useless! A bunch of useless trash! You're simply wasting taxpayers' hard-earned money!"

Yaken's eyes were bloodshot as he cursed loudly at the armed men beside him.

Despite their doubts, those people remained expressionless, their devices fixed firmly on Kong Jiu.

"Stop barking, old man."

A clear and ethereal voice suddenly drifted into Yaken's ears.

He abruptly loosened his tie and looked in the direction of the sound—

The phantom was staring at him with a mocking gaze.

This time, Yaken saw the other person's face clearly.

It was the face of an Eastern youth, with wisdom and determination in his eyes, no different from the typical Asian male college students in the university town.

The only difference was his eyes, which were as indifferent as a deep winter pool, without a ripple.

and many more……

Height, shoulder width, body proportions, even the subtle curve of the arm when it hangs down...

With his years of experience in judging people and things, Yaken instantly superimposed the figure on the blurry intruder beside him.

Kong Jiu's profound words from earlier now echoed in his mind like a thunderclap:

"Let me ask my own opinion first."

Yourself?

Yaken suddenly realized, and an uncontrollable smile crept onto his lips, revealing a smug, confident smirk.

"You're really careless, young man."

He got it.

The young man was summoning himself.

"I'll remember this face."

Yaken's smile deepened, as if he had a winning hand at the gambling table.

The outcome is decided.

As long as there is facial information, even if the surveillance is interfered with, he can get a criminal investigation sketch artist to accurately reconstruct the face.

In this era where information has nowhere to hide, once he obtains information about someone, unless that person is a high-ranking bloodline duke, the entire Federation will launch an endless manhunt for him, making him no different from a dead man!

These words were clearly overheard by Kong Jiu.

Kong Jiu paused for a moment, then suddenly turned his head to look at "himself" summoned by the "divine intervention," a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

"rest assured."

"The future Kongjiu" remained indifferent, his gaze lazily glancing at Yaken.

"Only the dead can see me, didn't I tell you?"

Although these words were spoken to Kong Jiu, they struck Yaken like a heavy hammer.

Provocation! Blatant provocation!

"Guards! Aim at the intruder one body length to the left, fire!"

Yaken's face turned a deep liver color, and he practically forced the roar out from between his teeth.

The well-trained anti-psychic forces responded instantly, turning their guns without hesitation and unleashing a torrential barrage of fire at Kong Jiu's side.

Although they saw nothing in the void and did not understand why the mayor had ordered an attack on that empty air.

Gunshots rang out, and spent cartridges rained down.

The illusory figure remained standing silently in place, without even causing a ripple.

"Your struggle is interesting, Akhen."

The "figure" chuckled softly, watching as countless bullets pierced through the illusory figure, its eyes filled with mockery.

"'Humanity is great'? That's a catchy slogan, though."

As he spoke, he walked forward step by step.

"But in your eyes, aren't those starving, poorly clothed refugees in Lower Hills... also human beings?"

The footsteps were light, yet they felt like they were treading on Akken's heart.

"If you had ever had even the slightest thought of serving the people of Hills, you wouldn't be reduced to having to see me today."

"Guards! Guards! Are you blind?!"

Yaken staggered backward in terror, his back colliding with the chest of an armed man.

The once arrogant mayor was now trembling, pointing his finger at the air in front of him, his voice hoarse and broken.

"He's right here! This Asian man! He's right next to me!"

This mayor, who once held sway over the world and was indulging in pleasure on Stanway this morning, now collapsed to the ground like a stray dog, crawling backward on all fours, his face filled with the fear of impending death.

"To be honest, a scumbag like you doesn't even deserve to come with me."

The figure continued to approach, while Yaken scrambled backward, his expensive suit covered in dust and his tie askew around his neck.

But this scene only existed in the eyes of Kongjiu and Yaken.

To everyone else, Mayor Yaken seemed to have suddenly gone mad, desperately shrinking back into the empty space in front of him, emitting intermittent sobs, as if he were being driven into a corner by some unseen force.

"I've come up with a very interesting punishment, one that would be perfect for you, Mayor Hills..."

"The future Kongjiu" slowly raised his hand, his five fingers slightly spread, and reached out towards Yaken.

"I will take you into the subspace, to revisit the past..."

"Let you experience firsthand every desperate sigh uttered by all the downtown people who died this winter in their last moments."

The figure's translucent fingertips gently touched the forehead of Yaken, who was writhing on the ground like a maggot.