"Things like camping gear... A lot of stuff can be used as weapons. I think Grandpa put them away somewhere..."
"We still have that router we use when the Sunday carpenter comes over. I'll bring it."
The balance of the world had been completely shattered. The once orderly streets were now in ruins. At that moment, an elderly woman was suffering violence. She struggled without pause, but her hands and feet had already been bound, leaving her unable to break free.
A peeping Tom viciously kicked the woman several times.
She howled in pain, but her mouth was gagged, so all she could make were muffled whimpers. An elderly man, presumably the woman's employer, kept pleading.
"Please, stop hitting her. You'll kill her."
But how could these thugs care about the old man's pleas? Every plea only made them see their victims as weak, as targets they could freely prey upon. Painful groans continued to spill out, while the old man grew weaker and weaker.
"Old folks like you still keep money at home, right?" The helmet could alter its wearer's voice, and Helmet Man's voice now sounded completely different. "I saw it on the news—the kind of convenient stuff that can be digitized directly without needing to be laundered!!!!!!"
"That kind of thing... isn't in this house..."
A higher education institution in the city.
The people in this institution were teenagers and young adults in their twenties. They underwent further screening until the Sibyl System gave its final approval. There were spacious, brightly lit classrooms and fully equipped dormitories.
Inside a classroom.
The students had gathered in a small corner of the classroom, trembling and pale-faced. Desks and chairs had been piled up to block the doorway. Three Helmet Men faced the unarmed students with savage expressions, loudly