At this moment, the transporter was hovering anxiously over the Shadow District like a constipated woman unable to relieve herself... Reports of the situation was flooding into the Military Department, where intelligence officers meticulously recorded all the information and relayed it via Heavenly Communication to Yingland. It was likely that poor Feng Yi would soon be unexpectedly caught up in airborne troubles.

Yingland quieted down after the noise of several days, suggesting that they were aware that Wind Thunder was not willing to let the situation go. However, the sudden loss of communication left Wind Thunder more anxious. Weirbo didn't know what they were planning, and it wasn't until Yingland remained silent for half a month that they hesitantly hailed the transporter back to the Shadow District not far from Wind Thunder. He was arranged to stay on the ship and wait for further instructions.

Recently, the underground forces in the Shadow District had been notably diminished. Perhaps the person most frustrated was Monroe, leader of the Scorpio Organization. As the dark forces continued to collapse, the refugees in numerous areas no longer had to worry about paying protection fees, effectively limiting the Scorpio Organization's zone of operation.

In the midst of this siege, Scorpio was not a simple beast. Monroe believed that given another three years - no, just a decade - he would coordinate with the space pirates impersonating the Saudi, and launch a countering art masterstroke in the Shadow District, a dark massacre that would cause nationwide panic.

Subjected to the double pressure of politics and public opinion, even Adams, as cunning as he was, might be forced to step down. This would be a win-win situation for Scorpio Organization and the Saudi. Once Monroe could escape the control of Alpha, the Saudi would certainly add fuel to the fire. His time as a space pirate wasn't too far off.

Ironically, the federal authorities had just recently increased their efforts to reform the Shadow District. Did that damned politician calculate it down to the last detail? It must be a coincidence.

Under the Narmas Glacier River downstream, a secret underground base housed hundreds of Mechas, all of varying models, some modified, others smuggled, and still others acquired by unknown means. There were personnel bustling around the base in white coats, while outside the base, countless rouges in masks patrolled with their guns at the ready.

In the Shadow District, the Scorpio Organization was the only existence that could challenge the powers that be. They had the Saudi Empire's cutting-edge anti-detection camouflage technology and had kidnapped countless scientists. No wonder the Federal Government hadn't found any traces of them in the Shadow Hemisphere these past years.

Monroe had originally planned on waiting a little while longer, but his mind changed. Patience was always something to consider.

The plan had begun two days earlier. He was just now creating himself a way out. As long as the plan went along smoothly, this deadly hunt against time would become easy. In addition to effectively restricting military operations in the Shadow District, it would also have catastrophic consequences if amplified by opportunists.

Thinking about it, Monroe couldn't help but get excited. He harshly kicked the woman serving him, "Get lost." He walked over to the central core computer, and through holographic projection, he could see that there was not a single person in sight for hundreds of miles along the glacier riverside. He prepared to signal his forces to strike before long.

A swarm of over a hundred Mechas successfully evaded the scans of Sky Eye, moving silently along the downstream of the glacier river, rapidly approaching their targets.

On this beautiful afternoon, no one could have possibly predicted that a disaster was soon about to descend...

The Shadow District was still cold at this time, yet the weather was good. Due to war, poor living conditions, and various other reasons, the oppressed refugees struggled to survive in the Shadow District. It was once again time for them to pay protection money. Groups of people gathered at the usual collection points.

But the criminals didn't appear. Instead, cold Mechas rushed towards them.

Some of these people had never witnessed such giant machinery. The crowd is still oblivious to what's taking place. Suddenly, the sound of a machine gun going off deafens them, the white world now soaked in blood. Individuals, groups, quickly hundreds of people are laying in the bloodbath. People who were alive a moment ago got reduced to cold bodies in an instant.

The Mechas plowed through buildings, raising clouds of dust. Even without heavy weaponry, a couple of buildings were no match for the Mechas.

First was Vara Town in the Shadow District, and then the attack spread to Refuge Shelter No. 852. The unsuspecting and defenseless towns were targeted due to their advanced camouflage technology. Even the all-seeing Sky Eye failed to detect them in the nick of time.

The official response was too slow. By the time General Maxwell, the supreme commander of the Military Department in the Shadow District, was informed, twenty minutes had passed since the attacks started. Maxwell couldn't believe it was true. The damned terrorist organization showed no respect for the military. Maxwell roughly tossed his military hat on the ground and ordered his intelligence officer to locate Scorpio immediately. He then issued an emergency order to dispatch a task force to support the victims.

Wind Thunder received the Military Department's orders almost instantly. Considering the vastness of the Shadow District, even if the Mecha troops drove at top speed, they would take at least two hours to reach the attack site. Although the situation called for urgent action, once orders were received, the veteran soldiers of the mobile unit quickly climbed into their Mechas. Within five minutes, a platoon comprised of 2000 Gun Riders and Assemblers vanished from Wind Thunder...

"What's happening...?" Feng Yi furrowed his eyebrows at the trembling of the ground.

Thirteen minutes later, a breaking news broadcast sent shockwaves through Alpha! The severity of the news even rivaled the progression of the Saudi War: An attack by a terrorist organization on civilians was reported from the Shadow District. The broadcast reported that in just half an hour, three refugee areas had been ravaged by the terrorists. The death toll was uncertain, but it was conservatively estimated that about 1200 people lost their lives in this attack.

In addition, the moving path of the terrorist organization was yet to be confirmed. Their advanced anti-detection technology was to blame. Unfortunately, the people living in the refugee areas would never get this news report, only hoping that armed forces would come to their aid soon, praying for their luck.

At this moment, countless eyes were glued to the Light Screens. Whether they were men drinking in pubs, lovers strolling in squares, pedestrians, women, or children walking on the streets, everyone was having a hard time believing what they were seeing.

For a moment, the phone lines of the Alpha Military Department were overloaded with calls inquiring about the situation.

A government official pounded the table, "Damn it, which TV station aired this news?"

"Sir, CT television station. CT informed us that their line was hijacked by a civilian hacker."

"What?!?"

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