Chapter 648 404: Sparks Ignite (Part 2)

If one can master "Military Grade 1", they qualify to join elite forces like Alpha Squad.

The reason these Anti-Violence Team Members' strength is stuck at the third stage is partly due to personal talents, but also because of the resources invested in them.

For this kind of security force serving the authorities, large enterprises usually don't invest too many resources, because there's no need.

Security tools are merely consumables, as long as they are usable, that's enough.

If they really want to train elites, why not train them internally?

So many times, it's not that the Anti-Violence Team Members' talent can only reach that level, but rather they are limited by resources.

However, at this moment, the strength they displayed was extremely impressive, with many reaching the fourth stage, and a few exceptionally strong ones even standing on the line of the fifth stage.

The soldiers of the Upper Court Guard could not understand this at all.

The Blood Code Carriers are one thing, perhaps they have extraordinary talent, secretly cultivating to success without others knowing.

Prosthetics are hardware! The manufacturing technology is only in the hands of the Iron Blood Alliance!

If Iron Blood doesn't give you good products, what can your talent do? How much of your talent can be reflected with garbage prosthetics?

The implanted members of the Anti-Violence Team possess advanced prosthetics and have no concerns over ultimate safeguards, which only means one thing.

The prosthetic manufacturing technology has been cracked!

Their prosthetics were not given by the Iron Blood Alliance, but by other forces!

Who is it?!

Who could accomplish such a thing?!

No matter how unbelievable, the outcome of this battle is already determined.

The strong Anti-Violence Team Members led the remaining security forces, initiating attacks on the Upper Court Guard throughout the streets.

These are not civilians who can only throw Molotov cocktails, they are well-equipped, well-trained, and with the Anti-Violence Fourth Section supporting them, their combat power is by no means inferior to the regular army.

Looking out, warriors in various colored combat uniforms criss-cross each other, bullets piercing heads and chests, close combat weapons splattering blood everywhere.

The bloody melee lasted until the afternoon of the third day.

It must be said, as the elite troops directly under the Capital City, the Upper Court Guard's fighting spirit was indeed astonishing.

Even in such an encirclement battle, they still did not surrender, relying on building cover to continuously grind down the enemy, fighting to replace even one if they must die.

But with the concerted cooperation of the security forces and citizens, even the elites from the Capital City drowned in the people's war.

The black insignia adopted by the New Moon City forces gradually became the main color of the streets, completely controlling the city.

After the complete annihilation of the Upper Court Guard, Sikinkov, who launched the mutiny, appeared.

At dusk, the orange-red glow illuminated the western sky, shining on every warrior just emerged from the flames of war, as if draped in glorious armor.

On the plaza outside Moonlight Mansion, security forces controlled the site order, people everywhere in sight, men with bloody wounds from battle, women clutching children, and the elderly, despite their leg ailments, propped themselves with canes to witness a historic moment.

When Sikinkov appeared with the bound Charles, the quiet atmosphere was shattered, and people booed at this privileged Upper Court figure, with curses erupting from all directions.

"The lackey of the magnates is out! Beat this dog to death!"

"Over a hundred years! Our forefathers were oppressed by the magnates for over a hundred years! Let this dog pay for the blood debts!"

"Kill him! Inspire the brothers on the front lines!"

Emotionally charged civilians surged in from all directions, and if it weren't for the barricades set up on site, along with the security forces maintaining order, Charles would likely have been torn to shreds.

At this moment, this Upper Court official had his hands bound, walking ahead, his helpless gaze like a stray dog beaten on the street, he looked back to Sikinkov imploringly: "Sikinkov, we can discuss things slowly, it's not too late to turn back now, what you're doing is a capital crime!"

Sikinkov's face remained cold: "Walk forward by yourself."

Charles shuddered, and could only continue walking.

When Charles first came to New Moon City, strictly speaking, the people here were not familiar with him.

But the hatred was the same.

The despotic magnate enterprises, and the World Government under their control, owe uncountable blood debts to the people.

Why is Charles known as the so-called "Cost Management Expert," getting the most done with the least money?

Perhaps he indeed is more capable than others, but more importantly, he knows which places and which people can be brutally exploited.

What he gave to his leaders was a glamorous political achievement, and in those unseen corners, countless oppressed workers shed blood and tears.

He is the epitome of those parasites.

The crowd was extremely agitated, pouring insults on Charles, later picking up stones from the roadside and hurling them from all sides.

Stones rained down on Charles' body and face, forming bruises and swelling, he lamented bitterly while being hit, until he bled with every step, leaving a trail of mottled bloodstains behind.

Eventually, Charles could not go on, he collapsed in the blood and grime, crying out for mercy, begging for the mercy that countless people once begged from him.

Sikinkov raised his hands high, soon calming the crowd's unrest, then walked to Charles' side.

One stood poised, impeccably dressed, while the other lay in filth, barely alive, forming a stark contrast in the sunset glow.

Sikinkov's gaze swept over the crowd, looking into those mature or young faces, he declared loudly: "Once, I was also a stately authority, colluding with those around me, complacently enjoying everything from above."

"Until later, I witnessed the authorities' brutality and saw through the grim faces beneath the magnates' glossy facade, only then did I realize how disgraceful I had been."

"The harm I once brought to everyone is irrevocable. But at least for the rest of my life, I can make my choice, which is to stand with you now, to atone for my past!"

"We may have been weak and felt the magnate enterprises were undefeatable like gods, surviving scornfully under their oppression, ultimately becoming numb."

"But now I tell you! It is not true! Even gods bleed — just this morning, we won the Iron Sun battle!"

"Led by Captain Su Mo, the New Moon City forces successfully united with the main Wolf Attack forces, slaying the magnate lackey Asou Ichirō, causing the enemy's near-million strong army to collapse!"

The moment our ancestors waited over a hundred years for has finally arrived! This time, New Moon City will stand on the side of justice, fighting for all human comrades!"

Reflected in Sikinkov's eyes were the multitudinous populace; he delivered his most fervent proclamation:

"The era of the magnates is over!!!"

With the statement, he pulled out a gun, shooting Charles in the head, ending the life of this magnate lackey.

Crowds exulted in waves as cheering spread across the skies, resonating throughout New Moon City.

After the speech and execution concluded, according to the predefined plan, Sikinkov ordered the security forces to maintain order throughout the city, guiding colleagues at all levels to restore city operations in preparation for future matters.

Working until nightfall, Sikinkov encountered Ivan in the office corridor.

Their relationship, once superior-subordinate, was now familiar, each lighting a cigarette for the other, smoking while gazing at the night scenery.

Ivan exhaled a smoke ring: "Keeping yourself hidden for so long must have been quite exhausting."

Sikinkov chuckled: "All the same. Three years ago after Luo died, Su Mo told us his grand plan, and everyone's been hiding since then."

At this, he looked at Ivan with great interest: "Honestly, at first we never planned to include you, after all, you're always dead set on principles, everyone thought you'd undoubtedly side with duty, with the World Government."

Ivan's face showed a complex expression, shaking his head: "That year during the beast crisis, I became disillusioned with what I once steadfastly defended."

Sikinkov wore a bitter smile: "Who wasn't?"

Once part of the authorities, the two smoked, their glowing cigarette tips flickering in the dark like sparks.