Reincarnated as the Demon King's Son

In the aftermath of a battle that had painted the sky with fire and darkness, the ruins of the city lay smoldering below. The thieves, once shadowy figures cloaked in the anonymity of their mission, found themselves illuminated atop the skyscraper, their eyes wide with the horror of what had unfolded.

The night's silence was broken only by the distant sounds of rescue and the crackling of flames that consumed what remained of the once vibrant metropolis.

As they stood amidst the devastation, the air around them shifted, the beating of helicopter blades cutting through the smoky haze. Within moments, a fleet of helicopters, bearing the insignia of the Celestial Platoon, converged on their position, their spotlights converging into a blinding cascade of light that enveloped the group, forcing them to shield their eyes and stagger back.

Dust and debris swirled around them, a miniature maelstrom that mirrored the chaos that had seized the city. "What now?" the hacker muttered, his voice barely audible over the roar of the helicopters. The thieves, once masters of stealth and subterfuge, found themselves as exposed as the secrets they had sought to steal.

"We surrender," the leader announced, their voice firm despite the uncertainty that gripped them. "We have to answer for our part in this." It was a declaration that carried the weight of a newfound responsibility, a realization that their actions, however indirectly, had contributed to the unleashing of hell upon the city.

The other members all looked at each other and nodded and raised their hands.

Ropes began to fell from the helicopters and soldiers in full gear slid down.

Then suddenly, the leader threw himself off the rooftop. "I will return for you guys."

The thieves blankly looked towards where their leader was but not dare to move an inch because the soldiers were already surrounding them.

"He left us didn't he?"

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In the heart of the Celestial Platoon's command center, Shinari sat ensconced in her office, a sanctum of technology and strategic warfare. The room was alive with the hum of machinery and the soft glow of screens that lined the walls, each one a window into the vast expanse of the galaxy and the battles that raged within it.

Her eyes, sharp and unyielding, darted from screen to screen, absorbing data with an efficiency that belied the complexity of the task.

The silence of the room was a stark contrast to the chaos that had unfolded on the city's streets, a chaos that was now just another stream of data flowing into the command center. Shinari's mind worked in overdrive, analyzing, predicting, and planning with a precision that had made her a legend within the ranks of the Celestial Platoon.

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But as her gaze swept across the array of reports and live feeds, it snagged on an anomaly—a breach in the security protocols of a distant planet, one far removed from the front lines but critical to the Celestial Platoon's operations. Her movements slowed, a rare occurrence, as she zoomed in on the details.

"Disturbance in the data center," she muttered under her breath, her tone a mixture of curiosity and concern. The report was sparse on details, but it was clear that a group of thieves had managed to infiltrate one of their most secure facilities. "Interesting," she mused, her mind already weaving through the implications.

Her hand hovered over a console, ready to summon her top aides, when another piece of information caught her eye—the sudden appearance of demonic dragons and the ensuing battle that had ravaged the city. Her brows furrowed, a rare show of emotion, as she pieced together the sequence of events.

A soft chime interrupted her thoughts, signaling an incoming communication. With a flick of her wrist, she accepted the call, her screen flickering to reveal the face of General Vara, his expression grim.

"Shinari," he began, his voice tinged with the weight of command. "We've got a situation. The group that breached the data center… they're in custody, but there's more. Their leader, he… jumped. Off a skyscraper."

Shinari's expression remained impassive, but her mind raced. The leader's apparent suicide was a twist she hadn't anticipated. "And the demonic invasion?" she asked, already connecting the dots.

"Neutralized, but at a great cost," Vara replied, his face darkening. "The city is in ruins. And there's something else. The leader's body… it wasn't found."

A pause hung between them, heavy with unspoken questions and implications. Shinari leaned back, her mind a whirlwind of strategy and speculation. "Keep the thieves under tight surveillance. Interrogate them. Find out everything they know," she ordered, her voice a blade of ice. "As for their leader, I want a search.

If he's alive, he could be valuable. Or dangerous."

Vara nodded, a silent acknowledgment of the task's complexity and urgency. "What about the security breach?" he asked. "How did they get in?"

Shinari's gaze returned to the screens, to the data that flowed ceaselessly. "That's what I intend to find out," she said, her voice laced with determination. "Someone played us. And I don't take kindly to games. Commennce an inspection. Find every rats in our ranks!"

The corridors of the Celestial Platoon's command center, usually alive with the constant buzz of activity and strategy, carried a new undercurrent of tension. The news of a potential breach from within, of traitors lurking in their ranks, had spread with the quiet swiftness of a shadow at dusk.

Yet, the atmosphere was not one of panic or fear; rather, it was marked by a heightened sense of alertness, a collective tightening of resolve.

Most of the Platoon's members walked with their heads held high, their strides confident. In the mess hall, in the training grounds, even in the quiet corners where whispers usually flourished, the sentiment was the same. "If you've done nothing wrong, you've got nothing to fear," became a common refrain, a mantra that spoke of their unwavering confidence in their loyalty to the cause.

When summoned for questioning, soldiers and officers alike entered the interrogation rooms with a calmness that seemed almost out of place amid the swirling suspicions. They answered each query with a straightforwardness that bordered on casual, their demeanor unshaken, as if the very notion of betrayal to their cause was too absurd to merit concern.

"I've dedicated my life to the Celestial Platoon," one officer declared, his voice steady and clear. "My loyalty isn't just a word; it's my very being."

Such statements were met with nods from the secret inspectors, individuals handpicked by the HR teams had went through great training and indoctrination.

Not to mention the dozens of welfares and benefits they got.

Being a member of Celestial Platoon was something to be proud of and brag about.

It was very easy to go up the ranks too, with all the missions and the ongoing war. There were too much opportunities for everyone.

Especially, with the amount of funds the Celestial Platoon had.

These inspectors, adept at reading the subtleties of human behavior, found nothing in the confident soldiers but the echo of their own loyalty.

However, not all were so unwavering. Among the ranks, there were those whose nerves betrayed them, whose smiles were too tight, and whose eyes darted too quickly. These few, when called upon, carried with them an aura of unease that permeated the air, setting the seasoned investigators on edge.

It was in the minutiae that their secrets began to unravel—the slight tremor in a hand, the fleeting look of panic in their eyes, the overeagerness to profess their innocence. "I swear, I've always been loyal to the Platoon," one such individual stammered, the strain in his voice as telling as a confession.

"Is that so?" the investigator replied, her tone deceptively mild. "Then you wouldn't mind if we take a closer look into your communications, would you?" The question, posed as a courtesy, was a trap that had been meticulously laid.

As the secret inspectors delved deeper, the evidence began to pile up—a missed report here, a suspiciously timed communication there, and, most damningly, unauthorized access to classified information. Each piece was a thread that, when pulled, unraveled the facade of loyalty these few had so carefully constructed.

The interrogation rooms, once stages for calm recitations of duty and honor, became arenas where the battle between truth and deception reached its climax. "We have evidence of your disloyalty," the inspectors revealed, laying bare the extent of their investigation, "You've been conspiring against the Celestial Platoon, endangering not just our operations, but countless lives."

All the rats in the Celestial Platoon were punching their pillows right now.

It was all because of some group of thieves that this happen.

These rats weren't doing anything big either. They just directed some of the funds to their own businesses a bit. A little corruption here and there.

Shinari found out about this and was glad that they would be able to save billions.

However, she wasn't satisfied. The rats she found were only at the grassroot levels.

An organization this massive had to have a big rat or two.