Chapter 1 In the Name of the Federation

The Roman galaxy in the middle of the Milky Way, the Roman colony planet of the Galactic Federation.

The night is dark.

Over Rome, six low-orbit synchronous strategic defense satellites are star-shaped, quietly suspended under the dark sky, and the whole body is shining with a super-cold crystal silver light, as if the sword of Damocles is hanging high and will fall ruthlessly at any time.

A tall and well-proportioned young man stood at the top of the headquarters building of the Federal Office of Social Order and looked up silently, allowing the roaring wind blowing up and down a black hair.

After standing for a long time, the young man slowly looked back and looked down.

Hundreds of meters below, the lights in the city are scattered in all directions, gorgeous and blurred, just like the vast sky with stars.

Looking down for a moment, the young man raised his head and opened a shallow smile on the corners of his resolute lips, but a decisive cold light flashed in the depths of his black eyes, opened his arms and jumped into the illusory starry sky.

In an instant, the thick night and strong wind swallowed up his figure.

The momentum before sliding gradually came to an end, and his body began to fall rapidly. The young man's long and powerful body suddenly straightened, and two thin metal wings with cold luster suddenly popped behind him, like an eagle proudly spreading its wings against the wind, facing the strong airflow coming to his face, and flying rapidly into the deeper darkness.

The eastern part of Rome.

The East District is a bustling area where rich and celebrities live. Strange abstract buildings are full of gorgeous lights, like a huge monster that has been enchanted to absorb the essence of the night endlessly, and then shines and squandered it, combining into a strange and beautiful scene.

The young man controlled the flying wings derived from the recovery armor and quietly controlled the wind. He circled slightly in the night sky, like a huge bat, looking straight at a crown-shaped building and skimming away, silently landing in a deep shadow on the ground behind the building.

Then, the wings behind him quickly retracted and turned into a palm-wide metal belt around his waist and abdomen.

The young man took a slight look at the cold street around him, bent down and grabbed the metal cover of the sewer sealed sewer, and pulled it up with one hand.

Looking in from the mouth of the dark cave, you can only see a cold silence that seems to be frozen, as deep as a gloomy tomb, and there is a faint cold wind blowing up with a trace of rotten breath, giving people an illusion of going straight to the abyss, which makes people palpitate.

With no hesitation, the young man put on night vision glasses and quickly swept through the dark sewer full of sewage.

In the darkness in the distance, a strange shadow quietly appeared, flashing lightly to the side of the cave as if there was no weight, and whispered, "Master, those people have finished handling it, and he is now in."

A moment later, the phantom answered with a low voice, shaking, and the ghost disappeared in the night.

Although the sewer pipe is dark and dirty, it is not narrow and to twists and turns. The young man quickly dived all the way to the bottom of the building, but saw a row of thick metal fences crossing the road.

"Zhang."

The young man suddenly waved his arm and flashed a long snowy sharp knife in his hand, easily cutting off several protective fences and flashing into the drainage pipe.

The next moment, he was already standing in the empty underground.

"It seems that no one has come to welcome me." The young man lowered his lips, squeezed his clear lips, and flew up the stairs.

This building covers an extremely large area and is up to dozens of floors. With such a vast area, it is naturally impossible for the monitoring system to fully cover it.

The young man carefully avoided the monitor on the way, quickly went up to more than ten floors, turned into the corridor, strode to a room marked with a monitoring room on the door plate, pushed the door directly into it, closed it, and smiled gently and said, "Good evening, everyone."

Three people sat in the room and looked at him in astonishment.

The left head reacted the fastest and jumped up and shouted, "Who are you?"

"Do you need an answer?" The bright knife in the young man's hand reappeared, pointed directly at the man and said calmly, "Please sit quietly, otherwise I can't guarantee your safety."

The three people's faces changed rapidly, and one person in the middle quickly pressed a button on the console.

The young man's upper body is motionless, but one leg is as fierce as a poisonous python that eats people, and a phantom flashes quickly.

Without humming, the whole body was kicked up from the chair and fell to the ground heavily, and he was no longer moving.

The young man's lips were still smiling, but the cold light at the bottom of his eyes made him more fierce than the long knife emitting a flash of cold light, which made people dare to look directly and said lightly, "He is very lucky, but my tolerance is limited. The next time I welcome him will be death."

"It's a master of energy refining." The other two were stunned and saw their companions stunned. They couldn't help looking at each other in shock. Under the threat of ** nakedness, they did not dare to move a little.

The man on the left was reluctantly said, "What do you want to do?"

"Tell me." The young man forced him: "Where is the person Modi caught today imprisoned?"

The man's eyes wandered and shirked, "Sorry, sir, I don't understand who you're talking about. We are just low-level subordinates of Mr. Modi..."

"Hear."

A touch of cold electricity flashed with a sharp wind and disappeared in an instant.

The man only felt that his hand was cold, and he looked down in a hurry, but he saw that his little finger was already broken and flying. He couldn't help but stay on the spot until a small blood arrow shot out of the break, and he felt a pain.

"You still have a chance to answer my question. Don't test my patience." The young man slowly raised his long knife, and the strong murderous spirit forced him to get cold.

The man clenched his teeth and pinched his bloody broken finger. Although he was sweating profusely, he did not even dare to leak a moan from his teeth. Even if he could call loudly to rescue the soldiers, there was no doubt that he would be the first victim.

"They are temporarily detained on the top floor, waiting for Mr. Modi to be interrogated in person." With his life hanging on the line, the man said it quickly with pain.

The long knife suddenly turned and fell quickly with its back down. Two muffled sounds almost sounded, and the two of them fainted and fell down.

The young man destroyed the indoor monitoring equipment and stepped out of the whole collar calmly.

The elevator stopped on the top floor, and the gate silently opened. The young man stepped out and went to the two armed guards guard in front of a room at the end of the passage.

The two guards were talking and laughing in a low voice. They glanced at this side and turned their heads carelessly. When they approached, one of them looked up lazily at the young man, gave a sound, stabbed his companion and asked doubtfully, "This guy is very face. Is he new here..."

"Yes." The young man smiled and nodded and greeted, and then took a few more steps. His body suddenly skimmed up, and in the blink of an eye, he bullied the two people like a stringed arrow.

The two guards had no time to make any reaction, and their heads were hit hard. They darkened their eyes and immediately fainted.

The young man patted his hands as if nothing had happened, leaned over and took the door card from one person.

As soon as the door was opened, a strong bloody smell came to his nose. The young man's pupils suddenly contracted and grabbed it. When he looked in, his mind buzzed, and his whole body suddenly froze.

The room was splashed with red blood, almost converging into a river on the ground, squirming and winding. Five or six flesh-and-blood bodies were scattered in a pool of scarlet blood, looking like a terrible nose hell.

In one corner, there are also two ** female corpses, whose lower bodies are all blood-stained. The originally beautiful face is extremely painfully twisted, which makes people unable to bear to witness it. It is difficult to imagine what kind of humiliation they suffered before their death.

The young man stood stiff for a long time, and there were two clusters of extremely angry black flames in the depths of their eyes, burning like the fire of hell, and walking forward with difficulty.

Soon, the raging fire also ignited in the room, swallowing up the bodies piled together, and the thick smoke quickly spread.

Throughout the building, the harsh fire alarm bells rang sharply.

At this moment, the young man's dark eyes are as secluded as the deepest dark night sky. After bowing slightly, he resolutely turned around and walked out.

At both ends of the corridor, there were already many guards with guns running here, and young people were shouting loudly.

The young man squeezed the corner of his hardened lips like metal casting, slightly back his wrist, and a superconducting electromagnetic gun suddenly appeared in his palm, gathering the force in his body to meet him.

At the same time, the metal belt around his waist stretched out countless filaments of black and slightly shining silk, which stretched like self-life under the catalysis of the Force.

"The Federation's top individual combat uniform has been restored. He is a refiner... There is a strong enemy invasion!" Seeing this abnormal situation, the guards shouted in panic again.

In an instant, the metal filaments densely wrap the young man, and it is superimposed at an incredible high speed like a shuttle. It is solidified into two large carrot armors, flowing cloud shoulder armor, finger armor, thousands of fine fish scales, refined knee armor chains, sharp attack bone spurs, and flying wings in front of the body. , and the metal locks of the neck buckle and joints, coupled with the strong helmet, eventually evolved into a set of dark and shiny armor.

"Dad Da Da..."

"tu tu tu..."

The guns in the hands of the guards spit out fire tongues, and the dense rain was like a swarm of bees coming out of the nest.

The young man suddenly rose up, only slightly avoiding the intersection where the bullet was too fierce, and raised his hand to shoot a few shots.

"Jingle."

Several streamers hit the recovery armor that is in the ultimate combat form and has a strong defense ability comparable to the light combat mechanical armor, but only splashes a few sparks.

In contrast, several guards at one end of the corridor had splashed blood flowers, screaming and fell away, and all of them were killed by one shot.

The young man in mid-air quickly shot against his wrist, and each shot was empty, and several guards at the other end also fell to death one after another.

The young man did not stop, rushed to the end of the corridor and went straight to the top floor of the building.

In the center of the crown-shaped empty top floor, a huge column supports a small circular building, which is full of bright neon, like a huge night pearl on the crown. At this time, some guards are scattered around the column to warn.

The young man did not look at those people. He went straight into the air and spread his flying wings, like a bird of prey and flying away.

The ghostly phantom appeared again in the night and whispered, "Master, he has begun to attack, but Modi has several good hands. I'm afraid he can't complete the task successfully. Do you need me to take action?"

A command came from the Phantom's headset: "No, don't do anything. With his personality, since he has already done it, he will not give up until he reaches his goal. At that time, his identity can't be kept secret, and naturally he will call the headquarters's heavy armor support. You leave first. I'll clean up the mess myself. When it's over, you can find someone to take Modi's place.

The phantom should be quickly hidden.

The reaction speed of the guards below was not slow. They soon found the young man's figure, shouted and shot randomly. The bullets and rain roared in the night sky. Although the firepower was dense but chaotic, they all failed, and none of them could hit the enemy.

In a blink of an eye, the young man has flown close to the circular building, and the momentum has not decreased slightly, hitting the smooth and shiny outer wall.

"Kala."

In the violent crisp sound, a large piece of exquisite tempered glass wall window was hit by a shell and burst into pieces, bursting out crystal bright debris, large and small, scattered and scattered.

The young man swept straight into the room from the window and saw a woman shrinking in ** and screaming loudly. A man with his upper body had jumped up and rushed to him in the air. The momentum was also quite rapid. He was slightly surprised and stared at it. The anger in his chest couldn't help but rise, and he immediately cut a knife in the back arm.

This cut was fierce and extremely urgent, and it came to the man's chest in an instant.

"Ding."

The man blocked the knife with his arm for a moment. It turned out to be a spark, bursting with a sonorous sound of gold and iron. He fell back and slammed against the wall, revealing a hard metal skeleton under the skin of his arm.

The young man returned and chop, a flash of lightning flashed, and the blood splashed, and one of the man's legs had been cut off by his knees, and he suddenly let out a miserable howl.

Another electric light flashed, and the man's other leg was cut into two, falling heavily on the ground, and the blood at the broken mouth spilled out like a waterfall.

The young man stopped attacking, kicked the woman who was still screaming and fainted. He stared at the howling man and said coldly, "How are you, Jack?"

"You are... You are the 'shadow'. The man's howling stopped abruptly, and his face, which couldn't help twitching because of the great pain, suddenly solidified. He looked at the young man whose face was wrapped in helmets in great horror, and looked like he had seen a ghost.

"It turns out that you can still hear my voice and haven't forgotten me. It's good." The young man stepped forward slowly, and the long knife in his hand slowly made deep cracks on the ground, and the dry tear sound seemed to come from the evil sound of the ground.

The man's eyes were violent**, dragging his broken leg with his hand, but the road was blocked by the wall behind him.

The young man raised his foot and trampled him in the pool of blood and said slowly in a plain tone, "You did a good job, Jack. Now everyone's money belongs to you. It's wonderful to have such a large amount of wealth, isn't it?"

"Don't, don't kill me. I can give you all the money. Please don't kill me..." Jack, the man, shouted crazily.

"Good." The young man nodded, and the long knife stayed between Jack's eyes. Then his tone suddenly turned cold, like the gloom blowing from the purgatory, and said word by word, "However, Robert's life, Victoria's life, Sheila's life, and the lives of those friends who regarded you as brothers. How are you going to give it to give me?"

"Are they dead? How is that possible?" Jack was stunned and immediately shouted, "I don't know anything. Modi must have killed them. I really didn't do anything."

"Is there a difference?" The young man's tone turned calm, but the words made people feel cold: "You, Modi, have only one result."

"No, no..." Jack twisted his body hysterically, but one foot on his chest was like a mountain, making him unable to move at all, and his hands splashed the blood on the ground.

"In the name of the Federation, I sentence you to death."

With the cold and ruthless spell-like sentence, the tip of the long blade emitting cold light fell into Jack's eyebrows.

Jack seemed to completely forget the fear of pain and death, and stared unbelievably: "You, 'Shadow', are you the federal law enforcement guard?"