The pitch-black night sky was filled with a chilling air; the moon had hidden away at some point, and the stars were nowhere to be seen. A slight cold wind swept through, indicating a drop in temperature. Near the slums on the edge of a city, countless military and police vehicles arrived, and a large number of troops and police imposed martial law on the surroundings. Their firm and powerful footsteps trampled the streets, producing a synchronized and overwhelming sound that was unusually eerie in the darkness of the night.
Nobody around knew what was happening; they kept their doors and windows shut, not daring to come out. Quickly, a military vehicle roared in and stopped at an open area. A military officer with the rank of Lieutenant Colonel jumped out, dressed in camouflaged combat gear, wearing a bulletproof helmet, with a pistol strapped to his belt. His face was gloomy, and his eyes were cold.
