Plymouth was destined to be extraordinarily lively today, providing the evening papers and the next morning's editions with a wealth of explosive headlines.
On a certain street.
Haixinge of the Investigation Bureau wore a grim expression. Once they were in public, many methods had to be restrained.
However, with the Cleaners and the royal family's control over Plymouth's newspapers, certain actions could still be tolerated.
The cleanup should be left to the professionals!
Haixinge let out a savage grin. The whip in his hand burst into flame and suddenly curled inward.
Then he leaped up, taking only a few strides to reach the rooftops of a row of buildings as he pursued a fleeing glider.
Amid the cries of alarm from the countless onlookers, a talisman ignited, granting Haixinge a boost to his shooting accuracy.
Bang!
With a flick of his whip, a ball of orange-red fire shot forth like a cannonball, striking the moving glider dead on!
Amid the flames filling the sky, Kebo Phil's figure suddenly exploded, turning into a burst of fireworks as countless scraps of paper and ribbons sprayed outward, raining down like blossoms across the heavens.
A scrap of colored paper even landed on Haixinge's shoulder, making his expression turn incomparably ugly.
In another direction.
Carried by an updraft, the fleeing glider suddenly climbed higher and higher... until it became a black dot, leaving the pursuers on the ground with nothing to do but look up.
But suddenly, a massive airship pierced through the clouds, casting down a shadow that oppressed all beneath it as it abruptly engulfed the glider.
On the steel deck, Jacob, a director of the Investigation Bureau, looked down at the target, which resembled a white moth, and snorted coldly. "Fire!"
The airship's gunports opened, pouring down a blaze of