Eight o'clock at night.
In the autumnal Capital City, a hint of chill lingered in the air. As night fell, the coolness became increasingly apparent.
At this time, a procession of vehicles in diverse colors and models were silently cruising through the Capital City streets, seamlessly moving in the same direction.
After a lengthy journey, these vehicles finally converged at an intersection. They formed a formidable fleet heading towards the Northern Territory headquarters.
However, soon after the vehicles had gathered, there was a sudden crackling sound at a narrow junction. A long, spiked iron chain abruptly appeared in the middle of the road.
Boom, boom, boom...
The speeding vehicles suddenly punctured their tires and unwillingly halted.
Apart from those in the cars, there was no other presence at the scene.
The tires were punctured, the convoy was forced to stop, but the people in the cars did not disembark immediately, creating a tense atmosphere.