Chapter 222: Yaha Riot
Six minutes before the explosion.
In the airspace below the Stinger, Catherine, fully armed, took a team of seven people on a high-mobility airship and landed towards the city on the ground.
The airship is shaped like a water drop and is the fastest aircraft to pass through the atmosphere.
"Sir, I suggest that we suspend the celebrations today and tomorrow. We have captured several terrorists carrying cell bombs, which cannot be detected by our current equipment."
"I have already reported it, Catherine."
The middle-aged lady shook her head and explained, "It's no use for you to urge me. I am only responsible for commanding and dispatching you. The Yaha Star Fire Suppression Festival is a major celebration and a symbol of the empire's strength. The higher-ups must consider the consequences of every move."
"Is this something to consider?"
Catherine frowned and said:
“If an extreme terrorist attack occurs and causes a large number of casualties, wouldn’t that be the worst impact?
“The crowds in the streets and alleys below are so dense that if a human bomb attack really occurs, the direct casualties will not be too great due to the power of the cell bomb, but panic will become the scythe of death that reaps lives.
“Isn’t this the safety course you gave me?”
"Catherine, we have repeatedly confirmed the intelligence," her superior said, "The New Federation CIA's operation is Ghost Flame. They want to trigger a large-scale demonstration and create political events. The bomb may just be a cover."
Catherine said: "Any chance of success will lead to disaster."
"I have reported your opinion to my superiors immediately. It will take time for them to make a decision!"
"I will go to the ground first to prevent any chaos and delay in providing support. The command is temporarily handed over to Bligh and Grace," Catherine said. "I will apply to allow the Stinger to enter the outer atmosphere in case of emergency."
"Okay, I approve."
Catherine hung up the video call, the corners of her mouth behind the mask twitched slightly, and she looked out the porthole.
The teardrop airship was descending vertically to the ground. The pressure brought by the high acceleration had made the seven transformers in the team speechless. Only Catherine was completely normal.
She thought about it and sent a message to Hui Saka, but the other party did not reply to her for more than two minutes.
What is the great detective doing?
Ding ding!
A projection screen popped up on the golden shell, showing a photo of the old man in the park and a long string of text as a note.
Catherine connected to the Stinger without any hesitation and used her on-site command authority to send instructions to the rapid response force on standby on the ground.
"How could he accurately find so many human bombs?"
Catherine couldn't help but murmur, and the projection screen in front of her fed back the real-time image on the ground.
This is the perspective of the military police:
An elderly man in his twilight years was sitting on a park bench, dressed in an ordinary shirt and trousers, tall and thin, and was talking to the young man next to him.
Soon, the old man patted the young man's hand, stood up on his own, and walked slowly towards the direction where the military and police were gathered.
They opened fire at their own discretion and threw out explosion-proof safety shields.
Catherine, who had walked out of many life-and-death battles, actually showed some emotional fluctuations at this moment. She looked at the quickly opening safety shields nervously.
A bright red flame erupted, and energy gushed upwards under the pressure of the safety shield, leaving the young man on the bench unharmed.
The young man stood up and walked in the opposite direction with a gloomy expression. Immediately, the military police behind him pointed their guns at him...
"That's one of ours! Can't you tell the difference?"
Catherine spoke immediately, her voice a little stern.
The military police who had locked onto Yang Ming's sights trembled and quickly removed their sights.
Catherine felt inexplicably irritated.
When you see one cockroach, it means there are ten thousand cockroaches in your home.
In a short period of time, several terrorists carrying cell bombs were captured, which means that an astonishing number of human bombs have been mixed into the city below...
"Captain... look at your feet!"
The team member next to him shouted with difficulty.
Catherine looked down, her eyelids twitching slightly.
Bright red clouds floated above the ground, like daytime fireworks prepared for this grand event;
But beneath the clouds, the shock waves of the explosions were raging. Each explosion meant at least dozens of casualties, and the fragile decorations of the buildings were shattered one after another, smashing onto the crowd below.
The muffled sound of bangs penetrated the hull and protective shield of the airship.
Catherine took a deep breath, grabbed the communicator and began to shout.
More than 130 explosions occurred simultaneously on the ground within a few seconds, and the temporary command center set up on the Stinger was in chaos.
…
Chaos, screaming, and running crowds.
Yang Ming saw this scene when he walked out of the park.
The frightened crowd kept surging forward like headless flies, and the few people who were able to remain sober were also swept away by the crowd.
Half the city was in turmoil, with people shouting everywhere that war had broken out.
Yang Ming looked around.
He was not at a loss when facing the swarm of insects, but he was helpless when facing the crowd.
“Enter the park!”
Yang Ming yelled at the top of his voice: "Go to the open area! Don't crowd or push!"
His glasses lightly skipped over a few lines of code, and the equipment that could play audio and video inside and outside the park had been activated, and Yang Ming's image appeared on the big screen on the roadside.
"Go to the park to take shelter! Take care of the elderly and children around you!"
He kept shouting, and after repeating it five or six times, the chaotic crowd finally turned around and poured into the park from all directions.
The military and police outside the park also responded quickly. They put away their weapons and kept shouting to guide the crowd.
Street order near the park was temporarily restored.
But when the surroundings became quiet, Yang Ming heard screams coming from all directions.
Panic is still spreading.
The restoration of order in a local area is just a drop in the bucket compared to the large-scale riots caused by this terrorist attack.
Yang Ming cursed a few words under his breath, threw away his coat, and ran wildly along the narrow gap on the side of the street, in the opposite direction of the crowd.
In such a crowd, if someone falls down and there is no one around to help, he or she will immediately be in life-and-death crisis. Even when the crowd is too crowded and there are too many adults per square meter, a large number of victims may suffocate to death.
Massive stampedes have occurred.
The scene in front of Yang Ming suddenly became empty. More than a dozen bodies lay at the corner. It was a horrific sight. But among the bodies, two men were holding onto the lampposts, struggling to open a small gap.
There was a little boy inside who was still breathing weakly.
Yang Ming dug up the body, picked up the boy and rushed to the side of the road.
After first aid compression and assisted breathing, the boy's breathing gradually became normal. A new crowd of people appeared on the road, and Yang Ming lowered his head and hugged the boy.
There are too many people panicking.
"Lü, think of a solution."
"Boss, we must calm down, otherwise the casualties from the stampede will far exceed the direct casualties caused by the explosion. We can draw their attention to the higher-ups," Lu said quickly, "I will hack into all networked devices and everyone's communication devices in this city and start a regional live broadcast! The appeal of the White Ghost can temporarily attract their attention!"
White ghost!
Yang Ming picked up the little boy and rushed in the direction they came from. When he arrived outside a shop window, he kicked a corner of the window to pieces and went in carrying the boy.
Here are the White Ghost COS costumes.
The little boy vaguely saw a man standing in front of him, taking off his shirt, putting on the cool "white armor", and wearing the tactical helmet.
The other person turned his head and looked at him, gesturing for silence. The boy nodded slightly, with a lot less panic in his eyes.
"White Ghost..."
Yang Ming laid the boy flat on the store counter, then went into the storage room, locked the doors and windows, and placed the glasses in front of him.
Fictional scenes, synchronized audio and video.
"Live broadcast is on."
Along with the somewhat harsh sound of electricity, a faint projection screen appeared in front of Yang Ming's eyes. The screen showed a bird's-eye view of the city, with countless people surging everywhere.
On the streets everywhere, projection devices outside buildings were turned on, and giant projection screens filled the streets and alleys.
In the crowd, almost all communication devices automatically popped up projection boxes.
Yang Ming clenched his right hand.
I need to say something to get their attention; shouting in vain is meaningless.
"Hey, the dregs of the empire!"
A familiar voice processed by a synthesizer suddenly resounded throughout the city, and the sound of the machinery turned into a sound wave, directly suppressing the noise of the crowd.
The speed of some parts of the crowd slowed down visibly, and the crowd looked up.
"I'm in your hands or above you... look at me!"
The city seemed to be quiet for a moment, and then a new wave of sound appeared:
"White Ghost! "
"It's the White Ghost!"
"He's coming to save us!"
There were cheers from the crowd.
Yang Ming took a deep breath, and his voice continued to cover the panicked crowd:
"Have all the men of the Empire died? What are you doing? There has been a major stampede, but you are just drifting with the crowd?
"Do you want more people to die because of your inaction?
"Strong men, stand up now! Find the man closest to you, hold hands with him, build a cordon, and separate the crowd!
"Women! Protect the children and the elderly around you. Yes, hold hands, link hands, and form a human wall.
"I understand you. You were just dominated by panic, which is normal! But now, we must organize ourselves to fight the panic and prevent a greater disaster from happening. Yes! That's it! You did a great job! Now, the human wall begins to move in an orderly manner. The slower the better. Don't rush! Don't be anxious. I will protect you and send the women, children and the elderly to nearby buildings.
"Behave well, I'll be watching you from here.
"It's just a small bomb attack. Will it bring down the empire? Obviously not. After this disaster, you will all become heroes of your respective families.
"Men, if anyone is afraid of death and dares not stand up, I promise to come to your door. I promise you..."
On the streets, on projection screens, the live broadcast of the white ghost switched to indicator lights, guiding the crowd to the shelter.
The communication devices in people's hands resumed normal operation, and prompt words with a white ghost logo and a simple guidance map popped up.
The network access terminals of the elderly and children are marked in pink to indicate that they need help.
I don't know who started singing the Imperial Army song, but the men's loud singing became a second shot of sedative.
Store storage room.
"Well done, Lu!" Yang Ming waved his fist fiercely, "You saved a lot of people."
"It's not me, boss," Ritsu laughed, "it's the White Ghost."
"Aren't you also a white ghost?"
"Well, that seems to be true..."
Yang Ming chuckled, took off his COS costume and hung it among a pile of .
Lu reminded: "Boss, I have erased all traces of your disguise. Now there is only one hole left..."
That boy.
Yang Ming put on a helmet and walked out of the storage room. The boy was still in a semi-comatose state. He opened his eyes dazedly when he heard footsteps.
Yang Ming walked up to him, hesitated slightly, and whispered in his ear: "Can I trust you?"
The boy nodded slightly.
"Very good, what just happened is our secret now."
Yang Ming clenched his fist and stretched it in front of the boy. The boy tried to raise his arm with some effort, and Yang Ming held his wrist.
The two fists bumped lightly.
"Thanks……"
"Get some sleep. I'm busy saving other people."
Yang Ming touched the boy's forehead, and the boy closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
Afterwards, Yang Ming took off his helmet, picked up the boy, joined the crowd that had started to walk slowly, handed the boy to a young couple, and left quickly.
"Boss," Lu warned, "this is still too risky."
"I didn't show any extraordinary power. I just used an ordinary person's first aid knowledge to save him," Yang Ming said gently, "Don't worry, he was just a passerby wearing a white ghost COS costume."
Lu complained, "I'm the one who has to run around to fix all the details."
"I'll give you a reward."
"A highly realistic companion robot for men! Give me a skeleton and I can modify it myself!"
"Don't always covet my handsome face," Yang Ming scolded with a smile, "Give yourself a chicken leg for dinner as a reward."
Lu rolled his eyes in his thinking space.
Sudden.
"Boss, the Stinger."
Yang Ming, who was strolling on the street, looked up and saw that Catherine's Stinger was already hovering in the sky.
The spikes of the Stinger were shining brightly, and ripples appeared on them and slowly fell down. People could hear the heavenly chanting sounds in their ears, and their movements became slower, with their eyes filled with peace and tranquility.
The center of the Stinger's bridge.
Bly's figure slowly floated in the air, with a helmet on his head and golden rings tied to his hands and feet. At this moment, he was singing passionately.
Visible ripples spread outward from his body, and after being amplified by the Stinger, they spread to the city below.
Grace was standing in front of the command desk with his arms folded. When he saw this scene, he couldn't help but raise his hand and scratch the corner of his eyes.
This kind of soothing music actually came from the most villainous among the super modifiers.
How ironic.
Gris did not appreciate Bligh's singing very much. He hurriedly turned around and sat in front of the command desk, quickly mobilizing resources from various places. While issuing rescue orders, he also continued searching on the surface with the powerful capabilities of the Stinger.
White ghost.
He must be here.
Such a quick reaction, almost instantly attacking all the equipment in a city, is definitely not something that can be done casually.
The nearby airspace is under strict martial law, and even the most advanced stealth ships cannot get close.
The source of the cyber attack just now can only be on the surface of this planet!
