Upon hearing this, Dingle frowned. The news referred to the annihilation of the Sixth Army led by Dylan in Enzos, but at the same time, the destruction of the Cornflower Avenue, which blocked the Yan Kingdom's offensive route.
However, the highest level of martial law would never be issued lightly unless absolutely necessary, because "martial law" itself has the characteristic of causing panic among the people. Somewhat puzzled, Dingle frowned and looked at the guard:
"The highest level of martial law?"
The guard explained expressionlessly, "Yes."
"After that news spread, in the city..."
Just as the guard finished speaking, shouts suddenly rang out from the street in the distance. Dingle looked up and saw a man running wildly out from behind a house.
The man, disheveled and covered in bloodstains, was screaming and running around frantically.
"Stop right there! You bastard!"
Amidst shouts and curses, several soldiers dressed in leather jackets sprang out from the alley behind the house. Upon seeing the soldiers' attire, Dingle realized that something was amiss.
The soldiers wearing leather jackets all wore armbands embroidered with six-pointed stars on their shoulders, and their leather hats also had the very conspicuous "Eagle of the Empire" insignia. They were the direct guards of Von Palen, the Storm Special Combat Team.
They are under the command of "Bloody Hand" Bowerman. In addition to serving as the Emperor's personal guard, they will also go out on missions during special periods. Once they are deployed, they will have supreme authority, and even the guards of Salivia, including those high-ranking generals, have no right to interfere with any of their actions.
Every time the Storm Special Combat Team is deployed, it means a complete purge, and many people will suffer as a result.
In addition to being exceptionally ruthless in purging hostile forces, the Storm Special Combat Team is equally vicious in dealing with some of its own people who have "made mistakes."
Those who were taken away by the Storm Special Combat Team never appeared again, including the criminals' family members.
Furthermore, these "disappeared" people are truly "disappeared." No one is allowed to talk about them anymore, whether they were his former colleagues, neighbors, or anyone who knew him, as if they had never existed.
It is for this reason that Dingle has never had a good impression of the Storm Special Combat Team.
Now, although Dingle didn't know what the escaped man had done, he knew the man was doomed. He didn't pay much attention and continued walking forward with the guards.
But after taking only a few steps, with a loud "thump," the fleeing man was tackled to the ground and let out a piercing wail.
"Let me go, let me go, I'm not..."
"Shut up! You damned Kosovo traitor!"
"Waaah, I...you've got it wrong, I...I'm not...not from Kosovo..."
Shut your stinking mouth!
"Press down his arms, press him down!"
Despite the continuous commotion, Dingle turned to look in that direction.
The scene that came into view was two special forces soldiers pressing the man's arm down with their knees. The man had already been punched in the left eye, and blood was flowing from his eye socket. He was still struggling.
As a special forces soldier stood there, he raised his left foot, which made Dingle's pupils shrink, because he could even see a slightly protruding iron block embedded in the heel of the soldier's leather boot.
He seemed about to stomp down, using his heavy leather boots inlaid with iron, onto the man's mouth.
"I'm not, I'm not..." the man cried out as he struggled.
And the next second.
With a "bang".
Dingle's breath hitched involuntarily, his eyelids snapped shut, and his fingers trembled slightly.
The man's cries stopped after the special forces soldier stomped on him, turning into inaudible groans, because his mouth had been crushed and turned into a bloody mess of rotten flesh.
The special forces soldiers didn't stop; instead, they kicked the man's body with the tips of their shoes, their faces contorted with rage, shouting and cursing as they kicked.
"You bastard! You stinking rat!"
"What a filthy fellow! Your blood isn't even the same as ours, yet you still say you're not a Kosovo rebel!"
"Trying to run? Hiding in the sewers?!"
"Hiding in the sewers won't help. As long as you're inside the Wall of Saint-Marie, you won't escape! You bastards!"
Dingle was already preparing to leave, not wanting to have anything to do with the arrest operation, but after hearing the words "As long as you're inside the Wall of St. Marlene, you won't escape either," he felt a strong sense of displeasure, even anger.
Are you arresting traitors?
Dingle suddenly turned around and shouted at the soldiers in the combat team, a move that immediately made the soldiers in his group feel nervous.
The guard leading the way quickly whispered, "Sir, you'd better not..."
Before he could finish speaking, Dingle had already walked towards them, because the soldiers of the combat team ignored him.
"Are you arresting traitors?" Dingle asked again.
A combat team soldier turned to look at Dingle, wiping the blood splattered on the corner of his mouth with his sleeve as he spoke, his gaze already sweeping over Dingle's epaulets.
“You have no right to interfere,” he said expressionlessly.
“I heard you. You’re arresting traitors. But if it’s an arrest operation, how can you pry out accomplices from a dead man?” Dingle stood ramrod straight, staring at the special forces soldier with a very conspicuous hooked nose.
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