After clearing the game, I became the villain BOSS

On the day after the Battle of Babel, the Crescent City Council declared the city to be in the highest state of emergency and implemented a 24-hour travel ban. No one except the government troops was allowed to step out of their homes.

At the same time, the Crescent City authorities issued a wanted order for the entire wolf attack group and launched a comprehensive manhunt for all members headed by Fenrir.

All armed personnel of the security forces, whether active or reserve, whether performing other tasks or on vacation, all returned to work urgently, and were bound to uproot the wolf attack force from the city.

More importantly, the whereabouts of Wolf King Fenrir are still unknown.

After she was rescued by unknown forces at the top of the Tower of Babel, the Crescent City air assault force immediately searched the airspace around the city and did not find any suspicious flying vehicles.

It can be inferred from this that she did not escape Crescent City, and was most likely hiding somewhere to recuperate due to serious injuries from the previous battle.

Everyone in Wolf Attack can run away, but Fenrir must be found, alive or dead.

Hundreds of thousands of police officers and soldiers searched every house, digging into the ground, searching for Fenrir's whereabouts all the time.

Early the next morning, on a street in the Rusty Wall District, two filthy police officers were crawling out of the sewer opening, and they also dragged out a man covered in bruises.

The man was wearing black clothes, and combined with his behavior of hiding in the sewer, there was no doubt that he was a member of the Wolf Attack.

He had obviously been severely beaten before. There were several bruises on his face caused by rubber sticks. There were blood stains everywhere on his body. His hands were handcuffed behind his back, making him look extremely embarrassed.

In order to prevent him from escaping again, the sheriffs even deliberately damaged the meniscus of one of his knees, leaving him unable to walk without a limp.

After the Sheriff dragged the Wolf Attack member out, he reached out and pulled open his collar to dissipate the heat. Then he kicked him a few times to vent his anger and cursed: "Run? You bitch, you are still struggling when death is imminent. I will let you run again." !”

This member of the Wolf Attack was very tough. He didn't beg for mercy or let others beat him. He struggled to stand upright and spat a mouthful of blood on the Sheriff's face.

The Sheriff wiped the saliva from his face and slammed the stick on the Wolf Attack member's head, causing him to fall to the ground unable to get up. He said with a grim face: "You should be lucky that the superiors said to arrest them alive, otherwise I would be dead right now." Shoot you!"

The two police officers were just about to put the Wolf Attack members into the car when they suddenly noticed a person standing not far away.

It was an old man, who looked to be in his seventies, with gray hair and wearing a black shirt. He just looked at them silently.

A police officer walked over and said with a cold face: "The city council has issued a 24-hour travel ban, why are you still hanging out? Go home quickly."

"Also, take off your black clothes, otherwise if you are mistaken for a wolf attack, you will have no place to redress your grievances when you are caught."

The old man was neither humble nor arrogant, and said in a very calm tone: "What color clothes I wear is my freedom."

The Sheriff chased him all night in the smelly sewers. His whole body was covered with dirt, he was dirty, smelly, sleepy and tired. He was obviously in a bad mood and said impatiently: "Then go home quickly! Get out!" "

The old man shook his head: "I won't go back."

With murderous intent in his eyes, the Sheriff unbuttoned his holster and asked coldly: "Do you want to disobey the authorities' orders?"

The old man looked directly into the cold eyes, his voice was still calm, but there was a hidden power of grief and anger: "The authorities have no sense of shame and collude with giant enterprises to murder the heroes who once protected this city. I refuse to obey the rule of these people." ”

The two police officers were a little shocked after hearing this.

It’s not like they haven’t seen “tough people” before. Such people often complain about the authorities and curse at various policies.

But this kind of people usually only dare to hide behind the computer screen and type the keyboard better than anyone else. If they are really approached offline, they will become more cowardly than a dog.

The two of them had never seen someone who dared to refuse to obey the rule of the city council in front of the Sheriff, and who was clearly planning to rebel.

The Sheriff's eyes widened as he took out the pistol from the holster, turned off the safety as a warning, and said grimly: "Old man, I say it for the last time, go back to your house."

"You are violating the travel ban. If you refuse to obey, according to the Crescent City Supreme Emergency Regulations, I have the right to kill you directly!"

Looking at the loaded gun in the Sheriff's hand, the old man just smiled briefly and looked at them meaningfully with his cloudy eyes: "Child, I'm 78 years old, so what if you kill me? It's just your blood debt. It’s just an extra sum.”

Just when the Sheriff was hesitating whether to actually shoot, he suddenly heard the slightly trembling voice of his companion: "Hey, look over there."

The Sheriff looked over subconsciously and couldn't help but hold his breath.

It is early in the morning, which is normally the time when people go out to work, but it stands to reason that the authorities have issued a 24-hour travel ban, and there should be no unnecessary pedestrians on the streets.

However, at this time, people could be seen walking out of the house one after another. They were obviously civilians, but they were all deliberately wearing black clothes.

At first, the security forces on the street would issue warnings, but as time went by, more and more people went out wearing black clothes, and it was so dark that it completely exceeded the number of security forces.

These people were going about their own business as if nothing had happened. Some of them walked into the convenience store that had just opened and bought breakfast with the clerk who was also wearing black clothes.

Some were waiting on the roadside to get ready to go to work. Since official transportation such as subways and buses had been suspended due to the travel ban, they took taxis or online ride-hailing services. The drivers who came to pick them up were all dressed in black.

Black, the color that was once most favored by Wolf Raid, seems to have become the only color in Crescent City.

The people dressed in black completely ignored the security forces patrolling the streets. Occasionally, some people would look at them, but it was just a cold and emotionless glance, as if they were regarded as useless decorations.

A person is a sheep.

A group of people is a group of sheep.

But when a group of people have a common will and act together driven by the same goal, they become a pack of wolves.

The authorities can control a sheep or a flock of sheep, but not a horde of disobedient wolves.

The scene on this street is just a glimpse. In the huge Crescent City, the same thing is happening in every city and every street.

People in this city refused to obey the ban from the authorities. Not only did they go out collectively to do their own things, but they also wore black clothes of the same color as the Wolf Raid uniforms, symbolizing silent support for the Wolf Raid.

Looking around, the dense crowds of people on the street were surging like black clouds, but there was almost no sound. Instead of the usual hustle and bustle during the morning rush hour, only the cold silence remained.

Although Crescent City has not yet fallen into turmoil at this time, it is like a huge powder keg, with sparks igniting everywhere, and it is possible to explode with a loud bang at any time.