This Spiritual Energy is Lethal!

Chapter 46: Chapter 046 Joint Action

West Gold Building, or rather the area outside Black Box #4679, had been encircled several times by County Police and Administration Bureau vehicles. Helicopters hovered in the sky.

The streets nearby the building were all blocked off, surrounding shops had closed down, and all civilians had been evacuated.

In a Spirit Explosion incident within a Black Box Space, the County Police could hardly lend a hand; therefore, their work mainly focused on maintaining order and cordoning off areas, with their vehicles staying hundreds of meters away from West Gold Building.

Twenty P.W.A.T armored charge vehicles and 500 Spiritual Riot Police formed the first line of defense within a 200-meter radius.

Dressed in black polymer armor and armed with MP5s, HK416s, and PSG-1s—specially modified to fire various attribute Spiritual Bullets—they were poised for action behind artificial cover.

P.W.A.T members were elite Spiritual Soldiers. Their inner Spiritual Energy was one tier below that of CPA and FPI but far surpassed that of S-class investigators, on par with the strength of the United Federation Marine Corps, acting as the main force in handling domestic, urban Spiritual incidents.

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After a region experienced a Spirit Explosion Effect, P.W.A.T would take the lead in the cleanup. They were equipped with a device known as the “RIFT Maker,” a Spiritual Space Splitter that could forcibly open a breach outside the Spirit Explosion Space, permitting the team to enter. They nicknamed this machine the “Puncher.”

According to the Administration Bureau’s internal “Spirit Explosion Space Clearing Tactics,” the team would search the Spirit Explosion Space for any cracks leading to the Great Void. If a fissure was too large and uncontrollable, the incident would be escalated and handed over to FPI and CPA within the Administration Bureau. When everything was within controllable limits, P.W.A.T would handle all issues themselves.

Once the fight was over and the cleanup was complete, they would stabilize the link between the Spirit Explosion Space and the Great Void using a “Spiritual Energy Convergence Device.” The fissure couldn’t be closed but could be artificially “door-ed.” This is why monsters from the Spirit Explosion Space never ceased to surge forth, like in a house deliberately left with holes through which creatures could consistently crawl.

But even this “door” was not very stable, which was why Black Box Spaces needed to be shut down and go through routine “cleaning operations” periodically.

At the end of the incident, the Administration Bureau would grade the Spirit Explosion Space based on P.W.A.T’s written reports and combat footage, then dispatch related work units to produce the Black Box.

Then, the Black Box Space would be auctioned off; the higher its grade, the more expensive and sought after it would be. A Spirit Explosion Space without a buyer would be owned and operated by the Administration Bureau, such as the current state of the West Gold Building.

Morgan, his left hand cradling his helmet and right hand clutching the handle of the M4A1, stood next to the command vehicle, watching the dark building in front of him with mixed feelings.

If he remembered correctly, he had just arranged for the building to be dealt with last night. He didn’t expect that in just over ten hours, such a severe second-tier effect would occur.

In very rare cases, a low-level Black Box Space would experience a second-tier effect. That is, the crack in the Spirit Explosion Space connected to the Great Void would undergo a Spirit Explosion Effect on the Great Void’s side, creating a larger gateway at the original location, rendering the artificially created door useless.

Such instances were extremely uncommon; since the advent of Black Box technology, there had only been sixteen incidents worldwide.

To quote Morgan, the odds of encountering a second-tier effect might even be lower than the chance of winning the Powerball jackpot, but he never imagined that he too would face such an incident.

“Alpha and Bravo Teams are on standby. The air surveillance has scouted the building from above; we’ve sealed all the entrances,” announced an armored commander, saluting Morgan.

“I’m definitely buying a few Powerball tickets tomorrow, damn it! Have Rast and Jenny lead a team to rappel down from the roof. I want two squads to enter from the 12th floor! Set up the Puncher, I’ll lead Alpha Team in through the front door on the first floor, and Bravo Team will enter through the back door,” Morgan commanded.

“Understood, Lieutenant. I will position twelve snipers to aim at the entrances. Not a single bastard will be let out,” the commander said, pointing to three buildings marked on the map where snipers were positioned.

“Keep the communication clear until I say it’s good to go; don’t let anything in or out. No matter what it is!” Morgan said.

The commander saluted.

“A4! A4! 12! GO! GO!” The standby team began moving toward the building, with the squad leader swinging a clenched fist in the lead.

Morgan checked his M4A1—this old rifle had come through the Gulf War with him, and later, through job convenience and internal connections, he had managed to transform it from a human-killing gun into one that could slay monsters.

This gun had been custom modified, equipped with a shorter barrel, a lightweight polymer handguard, a laser flashlight, and a red triangle grip mounted on the Picatinny rail. The stock had been switched to a folding style, and the grip was also replaced to better suit close-quarters combat.

A 30-round STANAG magazine, compatible with 5.56-caliber spiritual bullets imbued with various attributes, the only part retained of the rifle is the carrying handle on top of the receiver, on which a spiritual power reader and a wide-angle sight are mounted.

Inside the West Gold Building, most monsters had a weak discipline attribute, so he clipped three Punishment magazines to his waist and inserted three Justice magazines into the pouch on his chest. To prepare for any sudden occurrences, he also stuffed three Element attribute Lightning magazines into the pouch on his left leg.

“This is Lieutenant Morgan, get the Spiritual Space Splitter ready, we’re going in.” Morgan loaded his weapon and picked up the helmet from the table. A squad of P.W.A.T fell in line beside the vehicle.

“Wait.”

At this moment, a female voice came from behind. Morgan turned around and saw a Black woman bending under the yellow caution tape.

This Black woman had a tall and strong physique, about 30-something, with impressively thick lips; she had long black hair, smoky makeup, wore a black jacket and tight-fitting jeans, with a silver Desert Eagle strapped to her thigh.

The woman produced her Administration Bureau license, confirming her identity as a CPA operative.

“Lieutenant Morgan, I’m CPA investigator Violet. My colleagues and I have been informed that you will be assisting us with this situation.” Violet took back her credentials.

“What? Assisting? I think you’re not quite clear, ma’am. I’ve got this situation under control, and soon, whatever’s causing a ruckus in here will be a corpse.” Morgan laughed.

“It’s not that simple, Lieutenant. Perhaps you can handle an S-class monster, but there’s something even more dangerous inside now,” Violet said gravely.

Behind her, five more Administration Bureau agents ducked under the yellow caution line. They were both men and women, all with serious expressions.

Morgan didn’t see Diana among them.

“I recognize some of you. You always make things sound very scary,” Morgan said noncommittally.

“We never joke around. We’re about to face a huge danger, so after we go in, you need to follow our commands…” Violet instructed.

“Did you hear that? Did you hear that? This woman is telling us to listen to her,” Morgan said with a laugh to his troops, and the soldiers erupted into laughter.

“Where’s Diana? She was here just last night. I haven’t seen her,” Morgan asked, turning his head.

“She just finished dealing with a flood and will be out of the field for the next two weeks. I’m filling in for her,” Violet replied, her tone conveying some discontent.

“That girl sure knows how to pick her moments, doesn’t she? She’s missing out on the action now,” Morgan said.

Violet’s brow furrowed, and her expression showed displeasure. “Don’t question her courage, Lieutenant.”

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“Let’s get to business. I have to take my daughter to the movies this afternoon to see the Wonder Woman animated movie; I don’t want to be late. And make sure your people don’t get in our way. Bullets don’t have eyes,” Morgan said, pulled the charging handle on his rifle, and set off with his team.

“Keep up,” Violet ordered, looking back. The five men and women nodded and followed behind Morgan’s squad.

The massive “RIFT Maker” raised its tall antenna, emitting spiritual energy pulses at various frequencies. Soon, the space at the front door on the first floor of the building twisted violently, ripping open a white slit of light.

It wasn’t just the main entrance on the first floor; at the 12th-floor window and at the rear of the building, slits of light two people wide and one person tall opened as well. Twelve PSG-1s aimed their crosshairs at the slits.

“GO! GO! GO!” Morgan led his people into the slit of light first, while at the same time, teams from the roof and the back door also sprang into action.

Violet frowned, cursed quietly to herself, and led her people through the main entrance as well.