Chapter 375 Silent Confrontation

On the day after the battle of Babel, the Crescent City Council declared the city to be in the highest state of emergency and implemented a 24-hour travel ban. No one except the authorities was allowed to step out of the house.

At the same time, the Crescent City authorities issued a wanted order for the entire Wolf Raid group and launched a comprehensive search for all members headed by Fenrir.

All armed personnel of the security forces, whether active or reserve, whether on other missions or on vacation, all returned to work urgently, determined to uproot the Wolf Raid forces from the city.

More importantly, the whereabouts of Wolf King Fenrir are still unknown.

After she was rescued by unknown forces at the top of Babel, the Crescent City Aerospace Assault Force immediately searched the airspace around the city and did not find any suspicious flying vehicles.

It can be inferred that she did not escape from Crescent City, and it is very likely that she was hiding somewhere to recover from her injuries due to the previous battle.

Anyone can escape in the Wolf Raid, but Fenrir must be found, alive or dead.

Hundreds of thousands of sheriffs and soldiers searched house by house, digging deep into the ground, and never stopped to check Fenrir's whereabouts.

The next morning, on a street in the Rust Wall District, two filthy sheriffs were crawling out of the sewer, dragging out a man covered in bruises.

The man was wearing black clothes, and combined with his behavior of hiding in the sewer, there was no doubt that he was a member of the Wolf Raid.

He had obviously been beaten before, with several bruises on his face left by rubber sticks, blood all over his body, and his hands handcuffed behind his back, looking extremely embarrassed.

In order to prevent him from escaping again, the sheriffs even deliberately injured the meniscus on one side of his knee, leaving him with only a limp.

After the sheriff dragged the wolf raid member out, he stretched out his hand to tear open his collar to cool himself, then kicked him a few times to vent his anger, cursing: "Run? You bastard, you're still struggling when you're about to die, I'll let you run again!"

The wolf raid member was very tough, he didn't beg for mercy or let others abuse him, he struggled to stand up, and spit a mouthful of blood foam on the sheriff's face.

The sheriff wiped the saliva on his face, swung a stick at the wolf raid member's head, making him fall to the ground and unable to get up, and said with a grim face: "You should be thankful that the superiors said to capture you alive, otherwise I would shoot you now!"

The two sheriffs were about to take the wolf raid member into the car when they suddenly found a person standing not far away.

It was an elderly man, who looked to be in his seventies, with gray hair, wearing a black shirt, just looking at them silently.

A sheriff walked over and said coldly: "The city council has issued a 24-hour travel ban. Why are you still staying outside? Go home quickly."

"Also, take off your black clothes, otherwise if you are mistaken for a wolf attack, you will have nowhere to seek justice when you are caught."

The old man was neither humble nor arrogant, and said in a very calm tone: "It is my freedom to wear any color clothes."

The sheriff chased in the stinking sewer all night, his body was covered with dirt, dirty, smelly, sleepy and tired, and he was obviously in a bad mood. He said impatiently: "Then go home quickly! Get out!"

The old man shook his head: "I won't go back."

The sheriff's eyes showed murderous intent, unbuttoned the holster, and asked coldly: "Do you want to disobey the orders of the authorities?"

The old man looked directly at the cold eyes, his voice was still calm, but it concealed a power of grief and anger: "The authorities have no sense of shame, colluding with giant companies to murder the heroes who once protected this city. I refuse to obey the rule of these people."

The two sheriffs were a little surprised after hearing this.

It's not that they haven't seen "troublesome people" before. Such people often complain about the authorities and curse at various policies.

But such people usually only dare to hide behind the computer screen and type better than anyone else. If they are really found offline, they will become more cowardly than dogs.

Dare to say in front of the sheriff that they refuse to obey the rule of the city council. Such words that are obviously intended to rebel, they have really never seen them.

The sheriff's eyes widened, and he took out the pistol from the holster directly, turned off the safety as a warning, and said grimly: "Old man, I'll say it one last time, go back to your house."

"You are violating the travel ban. If you refuse to obey, according to the Crescent City Highest Emergency Regulations, I have the right to shoot you directly!"

Looking at the loaded gun in the sheriff's hand, the old man just smiled briefly, and his turbid eyes looked at them meaningfully: "Kid, I'm 78 years old, so what if you kill me? It's just to let you accumulate more blood debts."

Just when the sheriff was hesitating whether to really shoot, he suddenly heard his companion's slightly trembling voice: "Hey, look over there"

The sheriff subconsciously looked over and couldn't help holding his breath.

It was early morning now, which was the time when people went out to work on normal days, but the authorities had issued a 24-hour travel ban, and there should be no extra pedestrians on the street.

However, at this time, people could be seen walking out of their homes one after another. They were obviously civilians, but they were all deliberately wearing black clothes.

At first, the security forces on the street would issue warnings, but as time went on, more and more people went out in black clothes. Looking around, there was a sea of ​​black, completely outnumbering the security forces.

These people were doing their own things as if nothing had happened. Some walked into a convenience store that had just opened and bought breakfast from the clerk who was also wearing black clothes.

Some were waiting for the bus on the roadside to go to work. Because official transportation such as subways and buses had been suspended due to travel bans, they took taxis or online ride-hailing cars, and the drivers who came to pick them up were also wearing black clothes.

Black, the color that Wolf Attack once favored the most, seemed to have become the only color in Crescent City.

The people in black completely ignored the security forces patrolling the streets. Occasionally, someone would look at them, but it was just a cold and emotionless glance, as if they were regarded as useless decorations.

One person is a sheep.

A group of people is a group of sheep.

But when a group of people have a common will and act together under the same goal, they are a group of wolves.

The authorities can drive a sheep or a group of sheep, but they cannot control a large group of wolves that do not obey them.

The scene on this street is just a corner. In the huge New Moon City, the same thing is happening in every district and every street.

The people of this city refused to obey the ban from the authorities. Not only did they go out collectively to do their own things, but they also wore black clothes of the same color as the Wolf Attack uniforms, symbolizing silent support for the Wolf Attack.

Looking around, the dense crowds on the streets were like black clouds surging, but almost no sound could be heard. There was no usual hustle and bustle during the morning rush hour, only cold silence.

Although the New Moon City had not yet fallen into turmoil, it was like a huge gunpowder barrel, and sparks had been ignited everywhere, and it was possible to explode with a loud bang at any time. (End of this chapter)