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"Miss Jennifer Churchill, please, come with us."
The commander of the Black Vanguard Unit stepped forward, his heavy boots stopping against the polished marble floor of the hotel lobby.
Around him, over a dozen soldiers in dark tactical uniforms spread out with frightening precision, armed with rifles and sidearms. Their uniforms carried no ordinary military insignia. Only a black wolf head stitched onto the shoulder.
An elite emergency response force.
And currently, every eye in the lobby was fixed on Jenna.
Hotel guests stood frozen beside their luggage carts. Staff members huddled behind the reception desk, whispering nervously among themselves.
They all knew what this was about.
The crackdown.
Ever since the President's announcement earlier today, military units had been deployed through cities, taking away individuals accused of "resource monopolization."
