God Level Farmer In Another World

Chapter 170: Night Investigation in White Mountain City

Tonight, White Mountain City is destined to remain sleepless.

On every street, patrol vehicles race by, their red and blue lights flashing.

Security officers are fully deployed, sealing off every neighborhood. One by one, they storm into residential buildings, knocking on doors.

With photos in hand, they meticulously compare each face.

The Security Bureau still has its talents.

An awakened individual with a gift for drawing created a sketch based on James's description of the "Mountain Walker."

Although there might be slight discrepancies between the sketch and the actual appearance, better to err on the side of caution than let someone slip away.

Of course, "err on the side of caution" might be an understatement—the word "kill" seems too severe here.

Anyone whose appearance bears even minor differences from the sketch is chained and imprisoned.

In short, tonight, the Mountain Walkers must be rooted out!

An armored security vehicle stopped outside a neighborhood. The doors swung open, and heavily armed officers quickly took up optimal combat positions, securing the area.

A chubby young officer, Mark, stepped out, wearing the uniform of the Security Bureau with a stern expression.

James followed close behind him.

The weather was chilly, and James was still dressed in the light outfit of a warm-up dancer from Happy Valley. He shivered from the cold.

Mark glanced at James, then shrugged off his jacket and draped it over James's shoulders.

The warmth surprised James, who gave Mark an odd look.

Mark, somewhat flustered, said,

"Tomorrow, get rid of that wig and makeup. It's weird—it keeps making me think you're a girl."

James chuckled softly.

"Let's go."

Mark turned his head awkwardly.

"Ahem. This is so strange.

About the Mountain Walkers—don't lie to me.

If you do, my dad will skin me alive, and I'll do the same to you!"

He waved his hand, and a dozen armed officers followed him upstairs.

"Knock, knock, knock!"

"Security inspection!"

An officer knocked on the door, but there was no response from within.

Mark frowned, stepped forward, and activated his talent, "Air Flow Manipulation."

Moments later, he shouted angrily,

"Come out!"

The officers understood immediately and channeled their spiritual energy. With a loud "boom," they forcibly broke down the door.

The stench inside almost made Mark retch.

A nauseating mix of rot and excrement assaulted their noses.

By flashlight, dried bloodstains were visible throughout the room.

Mark's eyes widened as he dashed toward the bedroom, yelling,

"Follow me!"

The security officers hurried after him to the bedroom.

At the window, they saw a gaunt man pulling apart the iron bars of the window frame.

Incredibly, the steel bars were bending one by one under his strength!

The man bared his teeth at the officers with a ferocious expression.

James pointed at him and exclaimed,

"That's the one I was talking about—the missing Mountain Walker!"

Mark glared at James.

"Big sis—I mean, big bro! You think we need you to tell us that?"

The officers immediately surged forward, engaging the man in a fight.

Their combat skills were solid, and their numbers overwhelming. It didn't take long for them to subdue the man and chain him up.

Mark looked out at the moonlit sky, shaken.

"White Mountain City was infiltrated early on.

If these pretenders had continued lurking, who knows what disaster might have occurred?

James, you've saved White Mountain City."

At that moment, his phone rang.

"Team Leader! There are more than a dozen pretenders in the city!

Team C was attacked by a pretender outside the portrait's description while clearing the area!"

Hearing the report, alarms went off in Mark's mind.

He immediately called his father, Carl Ruffelo, who ordered him to continue clearing the pretenders and convened an emergency meeting.

Mark's method for dealing with these creatures was simple.

The security teams were divided into ten groups, each led by a perception-talented officer, and combed through the neighborhoods one by one.

Suspicious residents were detained.

Better to detain a thousand innocents than let even one slip through!

Though this approach alarmed the populace, it was effective, and there was no time to worry about public sentiment.

In just one neighborhood, eight creatures disguised as humans were apprehended by the officers, completely unprepared.

One of the creatures had even disguised itself as a woman, nestled in her "husband's" arms as they slept.

Once exposed, the "woman" transformed into a giant mantis-like creature, which was immediately killed by the officers.

When the residents learned that these creatures had been living among them, panic and hysteria ensued.

Countless people broke down that night.

Carl Ruffelo had anticipated this reaction but knew there was no better solution to the pretender crisis.

Rooting out these pretenders was an urgent priority!

While Mark was directing officers to search the residential buildings, another call came in.

"Hello, this is Mark!"

"Team Leader! Bad news!

A creature has escaped from Building 15 in Victory Neighborhood!"

Mark's face turned grim upon hearing the news.

"Find that creature immediately! You have only thirty minutes! Notify all officers to speed up the clearing process. We must complete it before dawn!"

After hanging up, Mark called Carl Ruffelo. His tone was somber:

"Father, one creature has escaped.

We need to prepare for the worst. It's time to sound the alarm."

He recalled his father's earlier warnings:

Search operations for pretenders must be conducted in small, controlled areas to avoid alerting the creatures.

If even one creature escapes and relays information, White Mountain City could face catastrophic consequences.

The pretenders sent into White Mountain City were undoubtedly part of a larger plan to aid an eventual siege. These creatures likely had a way to communicate with their forces outside the city.

If the outside forces learned that the security officers were sweeping for pretenders, they might be driven to desperation and launch an immediate attack.

Carl Ruffelo frowned deeply as he listened to his son's report.

White Mountain City was vast, and if a single creature wanted to hide, finding it without deploying a massive force would be nearly impossible.

But now, almost the entire Security Bureau was focused on clearing out the pretenders.

Diverting manpower to chase down the escaped creature? That would be foolish.

Once the clearing operation began, it could not be stopped under any circumstances.

Carl sighed heavily.

"Mark, stay safe." With that, he hung up.

Mark looked up at the moon, round and bright in the night sky.

He had always loved the stars and the moon.

If not for the chaos caused by these creatures, he would have pursued his dream of going to university, perhaps becoming an astronomer.

But there were no "ifs" in life—and maybe no future either.

White Mountain City was on the brink of its greatest calamity.

There was a very real possibility that the pretenders wouldn't be cleared in time, and the creatures outside the city would strike first.

Mark's expression darkened. He made a call to Alexander, masking his anxiety with a lighthearted tone:

"Hey, Alex, busy?

Nothing major—I just remembered you're heading to White Mountain, right?

Perfect timing. I need a favor.

My dad got so angry at Mr. King that his old condition flared up. Could you grab some medicine from White Mountain for me?

I wouldn't bother you with this if the Security Bureau had it in stock.

James mentioned he saw that medicine on the outskirts of White Mountain.

I'll have James meet you at Happy Valley to guide you.

Hurry, alright? You wouldn't want me to lose my dad, would you?"

After Alexander agreed, Mark hung up and muttered to himself:

"Happy Valley is the safest place in White Mountain City—even safer than the Security Bureau.

Even if the creatures invade, that place should be safe for now."

He then grabbed James by the collar, his earlier gentleness replaced with a fierce determination.

"James, I need you to do something for me.

Take my brother Alex to a safe area near White Mountain.

And don't mention our operation to clear the pretenders!

Alex is smart enough to figure out that White Mountain City is doomed.

Remember this: No matter what happens, don't let him return to the city!"

James remained silent.

He wasn't angered by Mark's rudeness.

In fact, he admired Mark.

If the creatures besieged the city, Alexander would undoubtedly be a valuable ally in the resistance.

Yet Mark was so afraid of Alexander being in danger that he fabricated a story to send him away.

Would Alexander return if he realized Mark was in trouble?

He would, without a doubt. Otherwise, how could he justify Mark's lie?

Such friendship in an apocalyptic world was as steadfast as the stars and moon.

James's expression grew complicated.

"If you know White Mountain City is facing a crisis, why don't you take the opportunity to leave?

You have the means to escape.

You and your father are appointed officials. Even if you fled to the capital for refuge, no one would blame you."

Mark gave James a disdainful look.

"White Mountain City is my home! I'm the captain of the Security Division here! Do you think I'm like that coward Mr. King?!"

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