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River City, Triangle Building.
The people had already been evacuated, and a subspace seed to appear and disappear mid-air.
Strewn across the ground were countless bodies of strange creatures.
“Councilor Yorke, the third round of heavy firepower has ended, and less than twenty percent of the alternate space remains,” soone reported. “Initiate the plan for individual soldiers to clear out the remaining riff-raff!” William Yorke whispered.
A middle-aged man in a uniform solemnly nodded and began to make arrangents.
Although the Federation highly values Martial Arts, at the mont, technology is still a key weapon against the subspace.
However, how long technology will remain a threat is an uncertain factor.
From the previous efficacy of ordinary firearms, to now, where even large-scale weapons are sowhat powerless.
The longer this drags on, the less of a threat firearms pose to subspace creatures.
“Councilor Yorke, the Speaker has sent a ssage for you to launch the second round of the plan.”
The communicator who was arranging the plan of individual soldiers received the ssage and imdiately reported it.
William Yorke nodded, and said, “Send a ssage to Carson Dutton. The plan begins. ”
The communicator nodded hurriedly and began operations imdiately.
A sense of firm decision and a touch of sentintality were visible in William Yorke’s eyes.
“What a long tug-of-war!”
He muttered to himself.
Ti passed, and a year had transpired in the blink of an eye.
“Bang!”
A water bottle on the ground was kicked away by Milton Cheney.
With emotions simring, Milton questioned with a calm voice, “Still no progress?”
Edward Sullivan in front of him displayed a face of helplessness and shook his head.
“Old Lees says we’re missing so key elents. There has been so progress, but we’re now stuck.”
“What are we missing?”
“I don’t know.”
Resentnt simred within Milton Cheney.
After so many years, the Research Institute got whatever they asked for, but there was not a single bit of progress.
The compilation of the Eighth Grade Martial Arts Record was still nowhere in sight.
“I have sent them so many Fighting Techniques over the years, whatever they asked for, I complied. Now, there’s not even a hint of progress.”
“Edward, from now on, delegate all your responsibilities to Victoria White, and take charge of the Research Institute.”
“I am giving you half a year. There must be so progress. I don’t need the Eighth Grade Martial Arts Record, but I at least need a direction!” Milton Cheney calmly instructed, word by word.
Edward Sullivan’s face beca more serious and he solemnly nodded in agreent.
He knew that the Martial Arts Record was the foundation to saving the world.
As of a year ago, after the ‘Genesis Change’, the passion for martial arts amongst the citizens of the Federation was at its peak.
But ti waits for no one, the invasion from the alternate world was escalating.
Edward Sullivan bid farewell to Milton Cheney and left.
Milton Cheney stood on the spot, rubbing his forehead.
Until a middle-aged man appeared next to him.
Without lowering his hand, Milton asked, “What is it, Earl Lees? Just tell outright.”
“Speaker, for the first ti, a subspace creature with intelligence has been discovered in the Southern District.”
A complex sentint could be detected in Earl Lees’ voice.
They had speculated that intelligent beings exist in the alternate world invading them, but they did not expect them to appear so soon.
Milton lowered his hand and said, “Tell the specific information. This ti,
I will handle it personally.”
His tone carried a hint of fatigue which quickly dissipated.
Earl Lees knew that once Milton made a decision, it was hard to change, so he quickly handed him the intelligence gathered by the Second Bureau.
“A Disguiser?”
Milton took the screen from Earl Lees’ hands and glanced at the picture on it.
“Correct. This type of subspace creature has been nad ‘Disguiser’ by the Second Bureau.”
“They possess intelligence and can disguise themselves as humans. But perhaps due to language and cognitive differences, their disguises as humans are riddled with mistakes.”
“However, they have formidable combat abilities and do not fear death. The Second Bureau incurred heavy losses just to gather this information.”
Upon hearing this, Milton Cheney nodded his head.
“I understand.”
Southern District, Landing Market, Urban Area.
Landing Market did not experience the presence of subspace during the ‘Genesis Change’, hence most of its buildings remained intact.
Even though it was the dayti, not many cars could be seen on the urban streets.
The atmosphere in the Federation was heavy, and the relaxed mood was a thing of the past.
A year ago, the tragic ‘Genesis Change’ hung like a huge rock above the heads of all Federation citizens, making it difficult for them to breathe.
“Crack! ”
In an alleyway, Milton Cheney snapped the neck of a young man standing in front of him.
The young man fell to the ground.
But at the next mont, a sudden change occurred!
The young man whose neck had been snapped suddenly sprang up, his palm straightened, aiming to stab into Milton Cheney’s heart.
However, Milton seed to have anticipated it, his face remained unchanged.
His palm gently patted the young man’s chest, and a burst of hot airflow surged outwards.
The Young man was burned to a crisp in the blink of an eye!
The next mont, the corpse of the young man transford into a strange black liquid, yet it had a fragrant aroma.
Milton took out a specialized communication device and dialed a number.
“This is Milton Cheney, lock onto my location and send the body of this Disguiser to the Federation Research Institute,” Milton instructed.
Upon hearing the first sentence from Milton, the person on the other end of the line imdiately activated the ergency assembly device.
After hanging up the ssage, Milton looked at the corpse lying in front of him.
They are indeed hard to kill.
There was a reason why the Second Bureau suffered heavy losses just probing for so information..
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