Chapter 1281: NO．185：At Least I Saw Who Did It (Silver Alliance 6/10)

NO. 185: At least I got to see who did it (Silver Alliance 6/10)

【Moon Ring Snake: Holleia, can you speak?】

【Creating History: Yes, it's fine to contact that number directly】

【Moon Ring Snake: Good, then give me the list】

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The racecourse in the Prefecture District and the one in the Gate District are located in the same building but divided into two parts, and in most contexts they are referred to by unrelated terms.

Because the two are cut very thoroughly.

Prefecture and Gate—these are the two modes of the racecourse building adopting a deformed composite structure, strictly following the competition regulations to fulfill their racecourse duties, and they have a particularly obvious gap.

The Prefecture racecourse has long-term and frequent event hosting, while the Gate racecourse only prepares for the largest events, such as the Jidong Cup, such as the prelude to the Dream Cup, and also such as the venue often floating between it and Tianmen City, the Yama Memorial.

But precisely because of this, the racecourse under the Gate mode has a more grandiose spectacle compared to the Prefecture mode, a more expansive site, a more pronounced elevation difference in design, and can be said to have distinctive staggered spectator seating.

And, a stricter security system.

For these monsters that keep popping up, attacking the racecourse, and the masterminds behind the monsters, attacking the Gate racecourse itself is a heavy game of strategy, or rather, a checkpoint game.

Breaking through layer after layer of obstacles in the security system, but each breakthrough itself will cause the difficulty of the next challenge to skyrocket, while the rewards remain elusive, very much like the stone-gouging abyss in certain second-life games.

Fortunately, they are second-time players.

Although they played terribly in the previous round, the experience and strength inherited from the last round still allow them to stand above ordinary criminal groups.

Especially since they understand how to cultivate and use monsters, which easily sets them apart from other criminals.

Although the existence of monsters and the records of monster attack cases date back thousands of years at the earliest, those sporadic and few cases truly cannot make them a focus of safety prevention.

Of course, it's merely that they cannot become a focus.

Lectures on monsters and response training are still mandatory courses for most security professionals, after all, the astonishing destructive power of monsters is always an issue that cannot be ignored.

But the diversity of monster types makes short-term training difficult, and certain types with abilities and physiological structures that are bizarre are even more tormenting for training designers' brain cells, so monster response training mostly stops at the superficial level, with more left to specialized training classes for monster handling to delve into.

Such training classes are not many, with fee standards and learning content quality fluctuating.

Decades ago, disaster victims were still calling on the government each year to train official training classes, and decades later, the appearance of the Light Nation Office somewhat eased this voice.

But it was only a slight easing.

Because the Ultramen do not completely handle monsters according to human expectations.

Like Ultraman Sevi, an extreme human chef, even if looking across the entire Light Nation, is relatively rare, and more Ultramen have their own judgment; you also have no right to blame them, after all, others are pure foreign volunteers, working itself is not for money, and moral coercion still needs to be careful of their short tempers fanning you.

As of today, the status of such training has ultimately not changed.

But monster-related disciplines have all been advancing in a pure reliance on individuals and small groups, like grinding kung fu, showing a clear progress over decades.

Research on monsters, prevention and control of monster disasters, and professionalization of monster response training—for some industry practitioners over 60 years old, these are all great developments, but such development cannot change public perception, nor has it impacted the environment of the security field.

Monster disasters remain uncommon disasters, monster hunters and monster experts are still like mercenary work, with pay fluctuating, three years without opening, and whether opening can sustain three years of eating is another matter.

As a side job, it's still not bad; many formidable mercenaries do have such side-job certificates, used to strengthen the client's sense of security.

At the scene of the Jidong Cup, such rare mercenaries also have a chance to appear, but Luzas doesn't care, because they prepared many athletes for this attack.

Even if the people from the Light Nation Office come over, they also have to get busy.

Being busy is enough.

A covert attack is not about smoothly carrying out slaughter and destruction, but about hindering and obstructing as many people as possible.

As a result of the sudden attack, at this moment when many spectators couldn't react in time, the racecourse's protective barrier was shattered more than half, the defense-type mechanical bodies were immediately suppressed, and countless guards and those plainclothes individuals of unknown identity had their attention seized—this is clearly an over-fulfillment of the target, with no one noticing the hidden space people in the crowd, who can act freely in the rear.

First, destroy this overly automated building security system, then simply block communications to satisfy the victims' speculation, then lock onto each assigned target—

"Don't move!"

"..."

"Raise your hands, accept the suppression ring, or I'll blow your head off right now."

The cold, hard sensation at the back of the head is the outline of a certain three-part gun muzzle, the metal ring clamped on the wrist immediately brings a dizzy feeling as if the mental extension has been severed, and his lifelike human skin is also sweating on the forehead, silent and speechless, listening to the voice behind:

"You space people still need brains, don't you?"

"..."

In another silence, the human male-shaped space person suddenly kicked backward, then lunged forward tumbling, and immediately rebounded, shooting from his hand an arc-light innate slash that tore open the body behind him, but was blocked by a light barrier suddenly ejected from the side!

"..."

When people are truly surprised, some can utter things like "What?" or "How is that possible," while others can only remain silent.

This person only managed to counterattack once, but even that was futile, so he clearly belongs to the latter.

Being pressed down by three people, he was about to be sealed by a floating coffin-shaped restraint, staring at the plainclothes man beside him and several special agents, unable to understand how these people, who should be dealing with chaos, could free up attention to notice himself.

But at the instant before he was restrained and his vision was erased.

He saw.

When looking toward the edge of the corridor, in that narrow field of view obtainable from the row of floor-to-ceiling windows, he saw a pale, ferocious giant dragon.

And beside it, a huge rift as if the Apo people had appeared.

That was...

He recognized it—it was the fourth item in the first row of the list that every member of Luzas involved in action was required to pay attention to.

【Aomo Lindun】

If opened, one could see more of its general data and commonly used forms, as well as the current address location and appearance.

This is to ensure members can recognize it at a glance, and also to strive to avoid direct confrontation with it.

Because each of them could possibly disrupt the operation of the plan.

But... what can be done now?

In the next second, in the silent darkness that also sealed hearing, only his stagnant thoughts continued.

That was doubt, and also hesitation.

Will we fail… sir…?