The soldiers' perfectly synchronized footsteps striking the ground made for a deeply imposing sight, as though they were a single person. It perfectly displayed their discipline. Without iron discipline to restrain and temper them, the slightest confusion from even one person would throw the sound into disorder.
One man in the crowd watched the scene. Though his expression remained calm and composed, anxiety churned within him. He had come here today with a special mission. There were dozens of his companions hidden among the crowd as well, but he had just noticed, to his surprise, that the drones and the soldiers' crossbows had all been loaded and were ready to fire. More than a hundred nimble, swift drones circled overhead, watching for suspicious individuals in the crowd.
Especially the Iron Guards. They had not even glanced toward the crowd, yet he could feel a terrifying presence searching for enemies. The Reunion Movement's upper ranks had probably anticipated that someone might deliberately cause an incident in front of the reporters' cameras to damage their reputation. That was why they had sent their elite soldiers to maintain order. There might even be large numbers of ambushers concealed in the surrounding buildings, waiting specifically for them.
The man's mind raced as he considered countermeasures. Under these circumstances, their original plan was no longer viable, but they could not simply retreat. This was their best opportunity. The Reunion Movement had to be suppressed on every front, whether in public opinion, economics, or military matters.
He was not afraid of death. When he accepted this mission, he had already understood that this trip would be certain death. But they were the black Snake Scales, people who had sworn to devote their lives to Ursus. If there was even a chance of completing the mission, he