After Beating the Game, I Became the Villain BOSS-Chapter 170 - 144: The Wolf King Arrives (2)

Amid Karin's collapsing screams, blood flowers burst out from Freeman's body, causing him to tremble uncontrollably.

The New Moon City Public Security Bureau has a training protocol stating that once a decision to shoot is made during an assignment, the firing does not cease simply because the target loses mobility but only when the magazine is completely emptied.

After Freeman fell to the ground, the short sheriff continued firing until he emptied all 16 rounds from the New Moon Shield handgun.

He was shot full of bloody holes, and in his convulsions, he stopped moving.

"Ah!!! You demons!!!" Karin turned around and pushed the tall sheriff, constantly trying to claw at his face with her nails.

The tall sheriff quickly dodged and drew his gun, sternly warning, "Hands on your head, kneeling on the ground! Immediately! Or I have the right to shoot you dead on charges of assaulting a public officer!"

Her husband's death drove Karin to madness, as she screamed and lunged forward.

"Bang bang bang bang—" The tall sheriff immediately shot, also emptying his magazine, leaving the woman riddled with holes, motionless on the ground.

The couple's bodies lay there, blood pooling everywhere.

The smoke slowly dissipated, and both sheriffs spat on the ground.

The short sheriff opened his communicator to report, "T-619 team report: We encountered resistance checking two Border District people at the intersection of Hoyou Road and Xingyue Road in the Lakefront Business District. Retaliation per protocol was carried out, and the suspects were shot dead."

Communicator: "T-619, backup will arrive in 10 minutes. Please secure the scene."

The short sheriff: "Received."

The abnormality quickly attracted the attention of passing pedestrians, who gathered nearby, whispering and pointing.

"What's going on, two more down."

"Those two were originally complying with a check, then somehow started cursing, and the sheriffs opened fire."

"Opening fire over a few curses? The Public Security Bureau is getting more excessive!"

"That's how they treat the Border people, a single disagreement and the magazine's emptied."

"Oh, the dead are Border dogs, that's fine. Good riddance!"

"Heh, are any Border dogs clean? Out of ten, nine deserve to be executed, some always slip through the net."

"Exactly, the Inner City environment is polluted by this trash; if all the stinking Border were dead, it would be best."

As the spectators taunted, 8-year-old Reggie stood there blankly, his face wet with tears without realizing.

Yesterday, he was lulled to sleep and called a treasure by his parents, now they became two blood-soaked corpses.

Soon, support from the Public Security Bureau arrived.

Learning the dead were Border people, the support unit didn't inquire much about details, simply documenting traces and began clearing the scene.

The two shooting sheriffs were vividly recounting the process of shooting the two "suspects" to their comrades, who now and then burst into hearty laughter.

Among the crowd, some watched coldly, some ridiculed, and eventually dispersed, nobody cared about this farce anymore.

Nothing worth caring about.

This was just what happened every day.

It's near nightfall now, the sun completely set below the horizon, and the last ray of sunset vanished, merging into dense darkness.

Throughout the documentation by the Public Security Bureau, nobody cared about Reggie, not even asking this Border child a single word, allowing him to stand aside watching his parents being zipped into body bags.

The moment the body bag zipper closed, something seemed to collapse in Reggie's eyes, while something else began to grow.

A thing that an 8-year-old should not have...

Hatred.

Hatred towards the Inner City People.

...

[Meanwhile]

[Midsection Patrol Station of Rust Wall M17 District, New Moon City]

It's October now, already in the autumn season, night's tinted with a slight chill.

After sunset, dusk devoured the sky; tonight's starless and moonless night enveloped in complete blackness.

Soldiers at the midsection patrol station of M17 District were on duty. Without a directive to change uniforms, they could only stand in the cold wind wearing summer attire. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Luckily, the management of the city defense post wasn't so strict, many brought portable heat bags, clutching the warm bags they paced back and forth on the Rust Wall, silently gazing far away, just like yesterday and countless nights before.

Don't think of this job as tough.

Patrolling the Rust Wall is a good job with almost nothing to do.

Because Border District thugs couldn't possibly attack the tens of meters-high Rust Wall made entirely of mechanical structure head-on.

Those ignorant mob attempted before, only to be blasted into pulp by the automatic close defense turret on the Rust Wall, the bullet marks still remain on the ground.

The truly laborious ones are the underground patrol soldiers who have to endure filthy air, staying in maze-like sewer networks all night, searching for Border people trying to "smuggle" into the Inner City like mice.

The sewers of New Moon City are too large and complex, even with sleepless, high-intensity patrols all night, it's hard to catch all the rats.

If encountering brutal thugs, they have to chase and fight in the sewage, sometimes suffering injuries or sacrifices.

Though hot in summer and cold in winter, patrolling the Rust Wall allows peaceful moonlit gazing and chatting with comrades.

If the gendarme isn't around, one can even nap leaning on the wall, waking up to another day's pay, nothing could be happier.

Indeed, a cunning veteran awakened yawning, looked at the recruit nearby, and lazily said, "I've slept enough, want to take a nap too?"