"Quick! Stop him!"

"Get in the car! Run him over!"

Amid the chaos, some patrol officers' commanders attempted to regain control of the situation.

Swish—

The black mech's back thrusters activated, and it streaked across the square like lightning. The sword in its hand sliced ​​through half of the front of a row of neatly arranged police armored vehicles as easily as cutting tofu.

Boom boom boom!

The severely damaged armored vehicles kept exploding, igniting surrounding vehicles, creating a scene reminiscent of the burning of the chained ships at the Battle of Red Cliffs.

The shockwave from the explosion knocked over the surrounding patrol officers, sending metal fragments flying everywhere, and screams echoed throughout the area.

Jingle bells, jingle bells—

Flying metal fragments crashed into the black mech, creating a symphony of death.

The black mecha's surface was scratched by metal fragments, revealing silver paint underneath. If someone got close enough, they would find that the black paint on this mecha was actually a temporary spray-painted layer.

The "Saint Armor 77" emblem on the right shoulder of the mech was scratched off with a knife and replaced with a large wolf head emblem.

The Fas Khan Army has four special forces legions: Eagle, Wolf, Tiger, and Leopard.

The "Eagle Band" is the 3rd Division of the Fas Khan Army. After its commander, Domir Khan, was beheaded by "Shadow Fang," the 3rd Division has not recovered even after a new commander was appointed.

The wolf head emblem on the black mechs belongs to the Fas Khan Army's "Lone Wolf" Special Forces. The "Lone Wolf" has the fewest members among the four legions, less than one-tenth the number of the other legions, but it ranks first among the four legions.

Because "lone wolves" are usually tasked with assassinations, decapitations, and other similar missions, which emphasize individual skills and do not require a large number of people.

"Report to the military headquarters immediately! Fas Khan's army has infiltrated the capital!"

"No, the base is electromagnetically shielded, the signal can't be transmitted! It won't be restored until after midnight!"

"Damn it, tell the Cyberspace Administration to shut down the electromagnetic transmitters on the surrounding mountains!"

"Sir, there are no survivors in the Cyberspace Administration Brigade's electromechanical room. Now the signal tower can only be shut down manually!"

This time, the patrol police force really got itself into trouble.

The surrounding police officers drew their pistols and automatic rifles and returned fire at the black mech, but the bullets bounced off the mech.

The Holy Armor 77 is a lightweight, military-grade mech specifically designed for urban warfare, which Erwin acquired through special channels. It stands 2.5 meters tall, weighs two tons in combat, and is fully enclosed for the pilot.

Despite its small size, the mech weighs two tons because the Saint Armor 77 is designed with the harsh environment of urban warfare in mind, and its entire body is made of dense, high-strength alloy.

Armor-piercing rounds of calibers smaller than 30mm cannot even scratch the armor of the Saint Armor 77, let alone these police guns; it's like tickling them.

Those familiar with the military would recognize that the Holy Armor 77 looks very much like a miniaturized "Azure Winged White Tiger".

"Isn't the head of the patrol team in his office on the third floor?"

The black mech leaped onto the platform on the third floor of the annex building, gazing at the dozen or so rooms on the third floor of the police station opposite.

"Which room was it again?"

"Damn it! That Wang Desheng guy never even finishes what he's saying!"

"Forget it, never mind!"

Click!

The "1130" 11-barrel 30mm close-in weapon system mounted on the back of the black mech has its barrel folded from the waist to the front. This thing is not the standard weapon of the Holy Armor 77, but was salvaged by Erwin from a dismantled old warship.

The black mech gripped the close-in weapon system mount with both hands and pressed the trigger.

whoosh whoosh whoosh—

Like the wind blowing through a wheat field, the windows on the third floor of the police station were plowed through from left to right, leaving no one untouched.

In less than 20 seconds, the cannon barrel was already spinning in vain, and bullet casings were scattered all around. The black mech removed and threw away "1130". This thing is awesome, but it's like a man's pain. Even if you fire 10,000 bullets, you can only endure it for a minute. Before you're even done enjoying it, you're done. It's not satisfying.

The black mech jumped from the annex to the third floor of the police station's main building and walked along the now empty third floor.

The entire third floor was smashed to pieces; the building's load-bearing pillars were riddled with holes the size of bowls, meaning even hiding behind a pillar would result in being shot right through. The surrounding ceilings were covered with mangled, bloody remains of severed limbs.

A 30mm close-in weapon system bullet doesn't just leave a hole in a person; it shatters them into pieces.

The black mech activated its head-mounted infrared scanner, its eyes scanning back and forth.

Um?

Ahead, a heat source was slowly crawling on the ground.

Click, click, click.

The black mech moved around inside the building, and the heat source immediately lay motionless on the ground upon hearing the sound.

"Get up! Stop playing dead! Or I'll stomp your dog head off!"

"Hero, spare my life! I can give you money!"

Tsk, how come these people still think money is everything even at this point?

“This is my anonymous account at the Central Bank of Fas! This is the key! With this, I can secretly transfer money back to any bank in Ryan! Nobody will know!”

"I have long been loyal to the Khanate, and I am willing to be an inside agent! I beg the hero to spare my life!"

Oh? That's quite an unexpected bonus.

laugh--

The hydraulic system was depressurized, and the black mech separated from the center of the body. Zhang Fan emerged from it and snatched the bank card and key from the other party's hand.

You can never have too much money, especially now that there are 130 more growing children. He's really short of money right now.

"It's you!"

The man who had been kneeling on the ground, begging for mercy, suddenly revealed his ferocious nature and pounced on Zhang Fan.

He had seen this "Fos soldier" in the video countless times; he would never forget that face!

Bang!

Zhang Fan kicked the other man to the ground, then stepped on his chest, looking down at the chief inspector of the Adelaide Police Department.

The chief inspector was furious. He was supposed to go there today to take revenge and make the other party wish they were dead, but who would have thought that the other party would take the initiative to come to his door and dare to cause such a ruckus at the Royal Capital Police Headquarters.

"We have no grudge against you, why are you doing this!" The chief inspector's eyes were filled with ferocity.

"Why?" Zhang Fan said coldly. "Then may I ask on behalf of the children in the orphanage, why?"

"They're just unwanted kids, why are you making such a fuss about them?"

"Just for that sentence, you deserve to die!" Zhang Fan's eyes were filled with bloodlust, but he grinned maliciously. "Of course, I took your money, and as a man of my word, I will spare your life."

"But..."

Snap!

Zhang Fan grabbed a steel pipe from the ground, swung it around, and smashed it down hard on the chief inspector's kneecap.

"ah!!"

The entire third floor was instantly filled only with the chief patrolman's miserable screams.

His left leg was raised in an abnormal posture, his kneecap had collapsed into his calf and was shattered beyond repair.

Several patrol officers rushed up from the second floor, and when they reached the stairwell and saw the scene before them, they were all so frightened that their faces turned as white as paper, and they didn't dare to breathe. They then quietly retreated back into the stairwell.

"This really hurts!" Zhang Fan grimaced as he looked at it. "But it's not symmetrical either. I have OCD, so I'm sorry to trouble you, Chief Inspector."

He swung the steel pipe again and smashed it down hard.

"Aaaaaah!!!"

Now I feel better, and my two legs are symmetrical.

The chief inspector was in so much pain that his eyes seemed to be bursting.

"You madman! You'll die a horrible death! You'll die a horrible death!"

"I also heard that your son is the only son in nine generations, Chief Inspector? Chief Inspector is so old, yet you still have to think about how to carry on the family line. You must be working so hard."

Zhang Fan grinned, then slammed the steel pipe down towards the other man's groin...

Snap!

With a crisp crack, a foul stench filled the air.

"Aaaaaaaahh ...

"See? Now you have no more worries, right?" Zhang Fan said, tilting his head. "Don't get excited, no need to thank me."

The chief inspector had already fainted from the pain.

When Zhang Fan put his mecha back on and walked to the stairwell, a group of patrol officers in the stairwell were all holding their heads and facing the wall, looking as if to say, "You can't see me."

Zhang Fan looked left and right, then casually walked through the patrol officers and out of the police headquarters without a single officer stopping him!