Anti-Violence Fourth Section, this is the most elite force of the New Moon City Public Security Bureau.
mbers of the Anti-Violence Fourth Section are all top extraordinary beings selected from hundreds, each undergoing enhancents via blood code, cybernetic body, or spiritual brain, with lifelong support from the three major enterprises.
To join this departnt, there is a threshold of hard power.
At the very least, one must replace their entire body with "Military Grade 3" prosthetics.
Or carry "Critical Low Tier" blood code.
Or be able to control "Noble Sub-tier" chanical ferocious beasts with their spiritual brain.
These anti-violence team mbers possess the most formidable combat talents, undergo the most rigorous training, and carry the finest equipnt during missions, each comparable to a small army.
In New Moon City, the Anti-Violence Fourth Section is feared at all tis, and simultaneously by criminals and ordinary people alike.
Because Anti-Violence Fourth Section mbers have privileges that ordinary sheriffs do not—action immunity.
When in action, anti-violence team mbers can make complete autonomous decisions according to the situation on-site, and are not responsible for public property damage or casualties caused thereby.
This extrely perverse "action immunity" also causes a polarization of investigative thods within the Anti-Violence Fourth Section.
Those with a strong sense of responsibility exhaust all ans to restrain themselves, think of counterasures to minimize losses.
Those with a weak sense of responsibility just focus on putting bullets into the criminals' heads.
As for whether there is a hostage between their gun muzzle and the criminal's head...
Sorry, they don't care.
Being mistakenly killed is your bad luck; rember not to be reborn in New Moon City in your next life.
It is precisely because of this privilege to kill without concern that the Anti-Violence Fourth Section has beco the most feared entity in New Moon City, as well as an absolutely cold violent machine, serving as the ultimate deterrent to illegal forces.
Su Mo realized those involved were from the Anti-Violence Fourth Section, and felt so numbness: "Damn it, just for a gold robbery, they sent the Anti-Violence Fourth Section to clear the scene? The brains of the Public Security Bureau must be sick!"
As always, this anti-violence team mber exhibited their brutal combat style, caring nothing for the hostages' safety, first killing a criminal on the spot, then crashing through the gold shop's door to enter inside.
Earlier, when criminals had control of the scene, the hostages were relatively stable in mindset.
But now, seeing the skull emblem on the newcor's armband, the hostages' panic was ignited.
"The Anti-Violence Fourth Section is here! Run away!!!!!!!"
In an instant, screams erupted, hostages in a panic fled for their lives, and the scene descended into chaos.
The remaining two criminals were also scared sh*tless, just a robbery, how did they draw in these eradication wolves?!
"Retreat!!!" the criminal leader shouted to his companions, slinging a bag over his shoulder and fleeing, firing a shot backward as he did.
"Bang!"
The criminal leader's marksmanship was excellent; the bullet directly hit the anti-violence team mber's brow.
But only a "clang" was heard as the bullet sparked off the anti-violence team mber's brow, fell to the ground, with the bullet head severely deford.
Looking again at the anti-violence team mber's forehead, the outer layer of artificial skin was broken by the bullet, revealing a smooth, unblemished "Military Grade 2" subdermal prosthetic armor.
The anti-violence team mber remained expressionless, holding a Tsunami assault rifle, repeatedly firing burst shots, high-energy armor-piercing rounds stirring up a hot torrent in mid-air.
"Sizzle!" An armor-piercing round grazed by the side of a criminal, the massive impact directly tearing half of his abdominal cavity open.
The criminal scread, desperately grasping a middle-aged man trying to flee next to him.
This middle-aged man wore a Borderland Plaque, the criminal grabbed him to act as a shield, and madly fired back at the anti-violence team mber.
The anti-violence team mber did not dodge nor evade, enduring the rain of bullets as if traversing a no-man's land, sparks flying from bullets ricocheting off him.
He raised his hand and "bang," fired a shot, the armor-piercing round tearing through both bodies, killing both hostage and criminal alike.
With both companions violently dead, the pressure from death made the criminal leader's legs go weak and stumble, tripping after only a few steps and firing back frantically while screaming.
The anti-violence team mber let the bullets hit his body, striding over blood-soaked corpses like Death itself approaching.
In his despair, the criminal leader saw nearby a woman in a receptionist uniform crouched in the corner, and a little girl holding a to-go cup of coffee.
Jessica saw the criminal leader targeting her, scread in terror, instinctively pushing Sona out and rolling away chaotically.
Sona was pushed down, falling to the ground, spilling the coffee she bought for her father everywhere, whimpering in pain.
The criminal leader grabbed Sona and used her as a shield, pressing the gun against her head, shouting desperately at the anti-violence team mber: "Don't co over! Or I'll shoot her dead!"
The anti-violence team mber remained expressionless, not swayed because the hostage was a young girl, directly raising his gun and aiming.
However, at this mont, he suddenly froze there, staring at Sona, his implanted chanical eyes glowing arcs, seemingly triggering so system.
Monts later, he lowered his gun and activated his communicator, reporting in a deep voice: "Identified B-grade special protection subject, verified by facial database, confird as the Taiyo Electric chairman's daughter, requesting command center instructions."
Sasser No. 1, Poxuding heard crying and rushed out.
Seeing his daughter taken hostage, he instinctively wanted to rush over: "Sona!!!"
The anti-violence team mber recognized Poxuding's identity and held him back: "It's dangerous here, step back."
The criminal leader did not recognize the father and daughter, but seeing the anti-violence team mber actually not kill the hostage, he concluded their identities must be very prestigious.
The criminal leader pressed the gun against Sona's head forcefully, yelling hoarsely: "Everyone get out! Clear the way, and get a hovercar parked outside, or I'll blow her head off!!!"
Poxuding was thoroughly panicked, pleading tearfully: "Please... I'm begging you not to harm my daughter! Whatever money you want, I'll give!"
"Hovercar!!!!!!!!" The criminal leader shouted irritably, smashing the gun butt on Sona's head.
Sona's head was smashed, bleeding, but to avoid worrying her father, she tightly pursed her lips, enduring the sharp pain without crying out, though tears uncontrollably stread down.
The anti-violence team mber dared not gamble with the life of a B-grade special protection subject.
"Action immunity" only exempts casualties against ordinary people.
If sothing happens to the privileged relative under special protection, he would be off to court, stripped of his uniform.
He pulled Poxuding behind him, soothingly said to the criminal leader: "Calm down, the hovercar you requested will be here shortly."
The criminal leader glared, "Put down the gun, then scram! Do you hear ?!"
The anti-violence team mber had to put down his gun and clear a path.
The criminal leader escorted Sona forward, staring intently at the anti-violence team mber the whole ti to prevent him from launching an assault.
As they passed the entrance of Sasser No. 1, the criminal leader was facing the anti-violence team mber, with his back to the shop door...
"Shua—" Unexpectedly, a dark shadow suddenly appeared.
A strong and powerful hand clamped onto the criminal leader's wrist, "crack" breaking it.
The wrist fracture made him lose control over his hand, causing the gun to fall uncontrollably to the ground.
In his agony, he caught a glimpse of Su Mo's cold eyes.
Almost simultaneously, the anti-violence team mber's prosthetic body powered up, his entire body turned into a phantom, rapidly sweeping through.
"Puchi!" The sound of flesh being torn was heard.
When the anti-violence team mber stopped, he held the severed head of the criminal leader in his hand.
The headless corpse tumbled to the ground, twitching montarily and soon lying still.
"Daddy!" Sona cried as she ran out, throwing herself into Poxuding's arms.
The latter hugged his daughter tightly, still shaken: "It's alright... don't be afraid... Daddy's here..."
Seeing Sona unhard, Su Mo exhaled deeply.
He was just about to go over to reassure Sona when suddenly a gun muzzle pressed against the back of his head, the anti-violence team mber's cold voice ca: "Don't move, borderlander, you're under arrest."
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