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The end of the world is approaching! Aliens have been lurking in our Great Federation for so many years, and they must have a plan to destroy the world!
William, with heavy dark circles under his eyes, picked up the remote control and changed the channel.
I can responsibly tell everyone that the aliens' UFO technology is at least three hundred years ahead of us. Our current scientific methods cannot detect the existence of UFOs at all.
He switched channels again.
A breaking news alert flashed on the screen: a small-scale riot had erupted in the Metropolitan East District, with many stores being smashed and looted. According to on-site reporters, this was all due to people's belief that the end was near.
As a newcomer to the Investigation Bureau, William did not sleep well after experiencing such an intense event last night.
When he got up, following his usual routine of watching the news while having breakfast, he realized that last night’s UFO incident had caused quite a stir.
All major television stations were reporting on it; the news was impossible to suppress.
This meant that after both sides had left the port last night, negotiations between Director Anthony and Cobra Boss Charles had broken down.
No one knew exactly what transpired between these two top figures; they could only conclude from the spread of UFO news that no agreement had been reached.
The Serpent had ultimately allowed the news about the UFO to leak out.
Damn it! William's mood soured as he slammed his fist into the sofa. How could the Serpent act like this?
Did they not realize that such actions could lead to a breakdown of the existing order?!
Director Anthony had tried his best to negotiate, yet this was the outcome.
It was infuriating; they should uproot the entire Serpent organization!
In his anger, William was unaware that viewers were sending him Danmaku messages.
【Third Yi: I’m here, first.】
【The production team is bold; I thought they would reach an agreement in the end and that the news wouldn’t spread. But here we are, just a day later in the show, and all major networks are broadcasting UFO news, its impact skyrocketing. The negotiations must have collapsed completely.】
【So what exactly are Alien UFOs doing here? How could that nuclear bomb precisely hit where the UFO was hiding at the port?】
As viewers discussed UFOs, William pondered over them as well.
Because that sudden appearance of a UFO was the root cause of the current chaos in the Great Federation.
But so what? What does knowing change? Can we catch them? No!
It’s like how humanity faces natural disasters every year—sometimes earthquakes, sometimes typhoons—bringing countless losses to mankind.
The root cause of this chaos was all too clear: nature itself. What could humanity do against it? They could only hold it in.
Similarly, when faced with the disturbances caused by aliens, humanity was left with no choice but to endure.
William slumped helplessly on the sofa, a faint sense of despair creeping in. He had always believed that by joining the Investigation Bureau, he could bring all evildoers to justice and make the world a better place. Yet, encountering an extraordinary existence like aliens made that belief seem futile. Not even the Metropolitan Investigation Bureau, nor the entire Great Federation, with all its Investigation Bureaus combined, could stand against a single UFO.
The sound of his phone chimed sharply, snapping William back to reality. He quickly grabbed his phone and answered.
“William! Where are you? Don’t go to the Investigation Bureau! Grab your sidearm and head to East District Cross Street!” It was his captain, Pristo, urging him on. “The scale of the riots is escalating. Director Anthony just sent me an urgent mission; we need to maintain order. Move quickly! I still have to contact other team members!”
For a brief moment, William pushed aside the weight of the UFO incident and responded with renewed determination, “Yes! Captain! I’ll be there right away!”
He hurried back into his room to put on his bulletproof vest and grab his sidearm, barely having time to tidy up his breakfast or turn off the television before rushing out the door.
As soon as he stepped outside, he realized just how severe the panic stirred by the news media had become.
Traffic was at a standstill—an unprecedented jam. The once spacious four-lane road had been reduced to a crawl, with vehicles practically scraping against one another.
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