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Amiya was furious, but there was nothing she could do.

After all, Rhodes Island and Lungmen are currently in a period of cooperation, and both sides need each other's trust and tangible results.

Rhodes Island needs to demonstrate the magnanimity that "with Rhodes Island around, Lungmen's sky won't fall," and Lungmen will provide corresponding generous rewards for this.

Lin, who was so aggressive in the Lungmen Administrative Office that he almost rubbed Wei Yanwu's face against the table, managed to quell a near-massive incident when the administrative building was attacked, but also disappeared.

Otherwise, Dr. Kal'tsit wouldn't have handed over the data on anomalies that the Doctor collected in Chernobog so early. Rhodes Island needs to demonstrate its ability to handle affairs even when the Doctor is absent; otherwise, the cunning Wei Yanwu will take the opportunity to extort money from them.

Left with no other choice, Amiya had to prioritize focusing her attention on the Lungmen slums.

Amiya thought to herself, "Maybe the doctor is in the slums. After all, it's relatively close to the Lungmen administration building in a way."

The Doctor couldn't possibly abandon them and live a carefree life alone in a secluded corner, surrounded by beautiful girls, right? Hahaha, impossible, impossible... The Doctor is always fair, I believe he wouldn't abandon us to have fun! Amiya, Amiya, it must be because you haven't been sleeping well lately that you're starting to have these kinds of inappropriate thoughts.

Amiya patted her cheeks and decided to prioritize completing the cooperation mission signed with Lungmen, while also searching for the Doctor's whereabouts.

However, the seemingly ordinary task of searching for unregistered infected individuals unexpectedly felt out of place.

While mapping the area, the reconnaissance team discovered a group of strange people surrounding the Lungmen slums, appearing quite menacing. These individuals were all carrying weapons, and judging from the irregular bulges on their backpacks, their intentions were clearly hostile.

Just as they were wondering what was so appealing about a place like a slum, something chilling happened to the Rhodes Island operators.

These malicious individuals began a cleanup operation targeting the infected, wantonly vandalizing public roads and looting shops in the Lungmen slums. They weren't trying to steal anything; it seemed they were just doing it for fun, ransacking the shops that innocent infected people depended on for their livelihood. Not only that, they even grabbed infected vendors by the arms, dragging them away in a swaggering display.

They were disrupting the city's order while chanting slogans to drive out the infected.

It's like someone who claims to be a messenger of justice, yet commits all sorts of evil deeds.

The reconnaissance team suppressed the urge to act. They had received special training in this area and knew that as reconnaissance personnel, they could not act rashly or impulsively. They immediately reported the situation to Amiya, the leader of the operation. After a moment's thought, Amiya decisively contacted the Lungmen Guard Bureau.

Rhodes Island's role is that of an infected expert, assisting Lungmen in providing advice to infected individuals and implementing corresponding management measures for them.

Both Kal'tsit and Amiya, as leaders, must acknowledge and agree with one thing.

This is Lungmen territory. The Lungmen Guard Bureau is the law enforcement agency, while Rhodes Island is just an ordinary pharmaceutical company.

This is why Amiya held back, allowing the reconnaissance team to remain inactive and continue with their original mission. They couldn't afford to attack these people; if they did, Rhodes Island would go from being a partner to an adversary of Lungmen.

Professional matters should be handled by professionals.

The Lungmen Guard Bureau is the expert when it comes to rioters who disrupt public order, stage illegal marches, and intentionally cause harm.

Amiya's idea was good, but unfortunately, it was too naive.

The police superintendent who answered Amiya's call was not Chief Chen, but a male voice.

The other person maintained a consistent rhythm in their speech, as if they had been specially trained. They emphasized their own thoughts with dramatic intonation, while feigning ease when responding to feedback. Through a series of sarcastic and melodramatic exchanges, the man attempted to steer the conversation in his own hands.

"We will arrange for a team to investigate the situation as soon as possible. Thank you for your kind call," the man said casually.

"So, what's the earliest you can arrive? How many members are in the team? Are you prepared with bomb disposal equipment? These criminals are carrying weapons, and if the police arrive at the scene unprepared, it could cause unnecessary casualties." Amiya wasn't easily led astray. As the nominal leader of a pharmaceutical company, she had received some training in communication skills and knew how to obtain the most important information.

Whether it's collecting a debt or preventing being stood up by a jerk's traditional trick of "I'm out, I've taken a taxi, I'm at the crossroads, the crossroads of Summoner's Rift," you can tell the real situation from the other party's words and reactions.

Time, personnel, location—if the Lungmen Guard truly values ​​this, they will be able to answer at least one of these questions.

When Amiya asked her question, the other party paused noticeably, followed by a very perfunctory response and a hasty hang-up.

Based on these points alone, Amiya had a guess in her mind.

The Lungmen Guard Bureau personnel are not coming.

"Exusiai, I need information."

After a brief weighing of the pros and cons, Amiya made her decision.

She cannot, and will not, allow these people to harm innocent infected individuals.

Rhodes Island is indeed a regular pharmaceutical company, but its belief is to create a society where infected and non-infected people can coexist peacefully.

“We will not unconditionally protect the other party just because they are infected, nor will we allow them to be bullied just because they are ordinary people.”

"I have seen the noblest infected people and the most despicable ordinary people."

"We are Rhodes Island, and we are on the move."

——Time returns to the present.

Thanks to the information provided by Exusiai from Penguin Logistics, Amiya and the others were fortunate enough not to get lost in the complex slums. Along the way, Amiya sensed an intense feeling of despair coming from around a corner not far away. She hesitated for a moment, her rationality telling her to be cautious, but her intuition made her take a step and start running.

The filthy slum passageway was flanked by sparsely populated streets, littered with scattered debris and traces of people rushing to escape.

When Amiya saw a child being pinned to the ground and humiliated by a man whose mouth, nose, and eyes were covered, her suppressed emotions erupted.

"Who is it? Get lost if you know what's good for you!"

Old Huang felt a chill run down his spine and into his brain. He shivered and pressed down on the boy even harder.

"Let him go."

Amiya said coldly, her voice never so low that even she could hardly hear herself.

Unbeknownst to them, faint, prismatic black marks appeared in his deep blue eyes, and his pupils gradually turned red.

Even the rings on her ten fingers were showing signs of turning red, and she was losing control.

Who the hell do you think you are?

When Huang Laogou heard this, he was both amused and angry.

He was, after all, the leader of the new students of Longmen. Putting aside everything else, he had three hundred people under his command, all of whom were talented and incredibly skilled at killing people.

"Are you trying to teach me how to do things?" Old Huang grabbed the boy's head, forcing him to tilt his head back, then slammed him hard against the ground, splashing mud everywhere. "Just you, an infected person? Don't think I can't tell. We know how to identify the characteristics of infected people. We've received professional training—"

Old Huang's voice abruptly stopped as a torrent of black electric arcs tore through his skin, sending him flying high into the air. He crashed into the street wall and slowly slid down.

Amiya had no intention of wasting words with him. Her raised left arm was filled with rampaging, pitch-black arcs of light, tearing the air apart with a deafening roar.

“Amiya!!”

Razer, the Blacksteel International agent who followed closely behind, shouted loudly, but she was too late and failed to stop Amiya.

Compared to Liskarm, who was rushing towards Amiya, Franka, another Blacksteel International registered operator, narrowed her eyes slightly, her golden eyes flashing with a dangerous cold light as she surveyed the Lungmen newcomer group that was rushing from all directions of the street.

Amiya slowly clenched her fist, taking control of the spell that shimmered with a dangerous black light. Her fist was clenched so tightly that it seemed as if she wanted to crush something.

Without even glancing at the men approaching her with ill intent, Amiya helped the boy, whose face was covered in raw, torn flesh, to his feet. The boy was expressionless, neither crying nor making a fuss, seemingly still unaware of what had happened, his eyes dull and lifeless.

"never mind."

Amiya gently hugged the little boy's shoulders and told him, word by word, "It's alright."

"You all saw it, right? You saw it! Take a picture of her, beat her! Beat her to death!"

Huang Laogou's teeth had been shattered by Amiya's magic, and his mouth was stuffed full of tattered rags and tooth fragments. He vomited and retched, lying on the ground pointing at Amiya, his bloodshot eyes filled with venom.

If he hadn't been wearing a high-quality combat vest, he might have lost consciousness from the magical impact and collapsed to the ground.

The other college students in the Lungmen freshman group were slightly timid. After all, in their minds, this operation should have been a pleasant hunt for infected, without any danger. Everyone could happily make money and also stomp out these cockroaches that were disrupting the city's peace—a win-win situation.

Why would a sorcerer appear here? What spell just appeared? What spell was used?

Old Huang glanced sideways at the group of timid and hesitant college students, swallowing his broken teeth in anger.

What a bunch of useless trash! They were bragging about seeing who could hunt down more infected, but the moment they saw someone could cast spells, they chickened out! No wonder they were so easily gathered together. Anyone with a brain knows that once you get involved in this, there's no way out. They have no choice but to go all the way down this path!

"I authorize you to use weapons! Do you hear me? Use them! I'll take responsibility if anything goes wrong!"

Old Huang roared, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

That's what they say, but if something really happens, he'll definitely be the first one to run away.

But those brainless people don't think that way; they feel relieved, finally able to use the equipment they'd been eyeing during training.

With the help of their Colombian friends who fought for freedom, peace, ideals, and the prosperity of Lungmen, the new Lungmen students obtained contraband that the Lungmen Guard Bureau used to strictly guard against. In addition to gleaming melee weapons, they also had powerful drain cleaners, long-barreled baseball launchers, and large quantities of flammable chemicals.

These items are impossible to obtain without proper channels, and the Guard Bureau cannot allow citizens to freely purchase such contraband that could easily set their homes on fire. For ordinary people, without proper training and guidance, playing with fire will inevitably lead to self-immolation.

Amiya silently watched as people around her took out weapons from their bags. Her eyes were cold, and an unspeakable rage emanated from her as black energy swirled around her. She had witnessed far too many similar things. She was exhausted because she could never stop them from happening.

"Amiya! Let's evacuate from here first! We can't fight them head-on, they're from Lungmen! Leave this place to the Lungmen Guard Bureau."

Razer raised its equipped flash shield in front of Amiya, protecting her behind it, cautiously watching the cloaked Lungmen people. She smelled a pungent odor, similar to the smell of evaporating gasoline, a smell all too familiar to these security contractor envoys.

The Royal Guard won't be coming.

Amiya was about to speak when the child in her arms made a trembling sound.

"save……"

"Save her..."

"Sister Rabbit, there's another sister rabbit who stayed there to save us."

A glimmer of life returned to the boy's eyes, and he cried out, pleaded, and trembled.

He didn't know if the rabbit sister he had never met before would help him, nor did he know if his irresponsible and willful request would cause trouble for her, but he... was still just a young child.

The boy clutched the tattered teddy bear tightly in his hand, and even when someone was pinning him to the ground and hitting his head, he didn't let go.

Blood from the facial wound replaced tears, dripping onto the teddy bear.

"where is she?"

Amiya gently picked up a handkerchief and wiped the boy's bleeding forehead.

The boy looked at Amiya blankly, then pointed shakily behind him.

Amiya placed the handkerchief in the boy's hand and stood up.

"I see."

Chapter 240 Tactical Commander, Amiya (4K)

"Amiya, our position is that we cannot attack the citizens of Lungmen."

Razer cautiously suggested, "In Lungmen, even if an infected person injures a Lungmen citizen, they will be severely punished. If necessary, let me handle it... I am not infected, so even if the Guard Bureau wants to use this as an excuse afterward, at most it will be detention and a fine, and it won't make things difficult for you."

"What nonsense are you spouting, you electric shocker?" Franka nudged Liskarm's waist with her elbow, then turned to Amiya with a smile. "Amiya, don't take it seriously. This child has gone mad from studying too much. He always takes things for granted and has never experienced the harsh realities of life."

"Fat fox, what are you saying!" Razer frowned, knowing that every second was precious in the face of battle.

Franka's playful smile vanished, replaced by a serious expression. "The Lungmen Guard Bureau is a bunch of heartless bastards. You're not as simple as you think. You're the only clueless top student here who hasn't realized that the Guard Bureau was involved in this too!"

“Miss Franka,” Amiya said in a deep voice.

"exist!"

Franka stood up straight at the speed of light.

She didn't know why, but suddenly she felt an immense pressure from Amiya, like a monarch's majesty descending from the sky.

Amiya said calmly, "The Lungmen Guard Bureau is our partner, so please be careful what you say."

"Yes!"

Franka responded involuntarily.

Amiya's icy gaze shifted from Franka to Liskarm, the chill in her eyes lessening slightly.

She wasn't the type of incompetent leader to vent her emotions on her subordinates, but Franka's recent remarks were too dangerous. No one knew if there were any spies from the Lungmen Guard present. If Franka's candid words were interpreted as Rhodes Island's stance, it would have adverse consequences.

—Although what Rhodes Island has to do next is no different.

"Miss Razer, we will not abandon any operator, nor will we allow the situation of shifting all responsibility onto one person to happen again. Rhodes Island's biggest mistake was turning a blind eye to important people, only to regret it after losing them."

"...Yes, Amiya."

Razer inhaled softly and obeyed.

Even though Amiya is the youngest person in this operation, she is Rhodes Island's public leader—and also serves as the commander.

Her strength was perfectly demonstrated in the defense of the outer ring of Lungmen a few days ago. Even though the rumored tactical commander, the Doctor, had left to carry out a decapitation operation, Amiya relied on her own strength to fight against the offensive of most of the Reunion Movement soldiers with a small number of combatants, and successfully defended the important Lungmen region of Looting State.

"All personnel, prepare to engage and subdue the enemy."

Amiya placed her hand on the communication headset, and her commands were clearly transmitted to the ears of each operator.

"The reconnaissance team should mark the whereabouts and identification of each enemy member, remain secretive, and not reveal their location."

"Heavy-armored operators are responsible for frontal suppression, guiding the enemy towards our current area, while I will carry out the suppression."

"Other operators, follow your respective captains to carry out sweeping operations and disable the enemy's mobility."

"Razer, Franka, cover me."