The Fire-Chasing Herrscher Who Destroyed the World

"Masters, please take shelter here for now. It's best to wait until the situation stabilizes before going out."

Police Officer Sally saluted with a solemn expression. It was completely unimaginable that he was live broadcasting in various exaggerated manners just a second ago.

Then he rushed outside with four military policemen without looking back.

The moment the iron door opened and closed, gray-white light leaked in from the outside, followed by a roar of people's voices, mixed with all kinds of unexplained curses. It was impossible to distinguish the original meaning of these voices, but the meaning of these voices was unknown. The contours are sharp and distinct, not blurry.

"What about the people over there?"

Mikael shouted, but the military police probably didn't hear his voice, and they just closed the small door. The door creaked and swayed, and the noise and light outside also swayed with it.

Of course, it's not necessarily because they didn't hear it. It might be because the military police didn't know how to deal with the four unlucky guys, so they simply pretended to be deaf and ignored them.

"Is it at this time?"

The noise outside was still commotion, and the decibels gradually increased. It seemed that the sudden parade was well organized.

Michael frowned, and an ominous premonition gradually took over his mind.

"It shouldn't be. Just to prevent these problems from happening, I also specially increased the benefits for working overtime at night these few days... How is this possible..."

"Probably something serious has gotten into it."

Mikael and May have long been used to this. Besides, the timing of this demonstration was very good. Both the time and the location were deliberately targeted at the two of them.

Of course, it is not impossible to say that it is a pure coincidence, but both Mikael and Mei are the kind of people who speculate on human nature with the greatest malice.

Besides, if this thing was really a coincidence, it wouldn't be that complicated.

Therefore, Mei spread her hands and suggested:

"Staying here is not an option. We still have to go out and see the situation."

"Uh...how about..."

Michael instinctively wanted to shrink back, but his eyes just met the plum-purple eyes. There was no sadness, joy, joking, or encouragement in those eyes. It seemed that there really was no emotion, just blank.

And for those who are illuminated by the gaze emanating from these eyes, the excess emotions in their hearts will gradually dissipate, leaving only a blank space without confusion.

"well!"

"Mikael, what did you say?"

Mei turned to look at the third person again, but Mikael kept staring at the buttocks of the four unlucky guys, seeming to be thinking about whether to let these four guys go, or whether to help them put on their pants.

When he heard Mei's voice, he nodded without hesitation. His mission is indeed to protect Mei, but even if there is an undercurrent surging behind a demonstration, Mikael will not be afraid.

Even if he explodes a nuclear bomb in front of him, Mikael is confident that he can move Mei away before the radiation and shock wave arrive.

Walking out of the tower, locking the door again, you can see everything outside.

The night has come to an end, but the sun has not officially jumped above the horizon, and the outside world is filled with a gray and lifeless light.

The driver and car that brought them here have disappeared. Opposite the wider asphalt road is a huge rectangular factory. The workers should still be gathering, but as far as the eye can see, the empty asphalt road between all the factories has already stood. Full of workers.

Their attire was no different from the gangsters Mikael had seen before. They were orange, short-sleeved with 3D reflective strips, and their lower bodies were either medium trousers or long trousers. They were all in tatters. Some of them were in tatters. Some people's clothes were so baggy that the cuffs almost reached below the elbows, and the hems of their trousers were basically hanging on the ground. Some people's clothes were too tight, and they had to wear a short-sleeved and medium-pants combination like a tights and pants.

Their team pushed forward slowly but surely. The military police had no choice but to use police cars and armored vehicles to block the intersections on the left and right. Some police officers brought large bags of lime, gravel, water and barbed wire. Mikael did not look at it. Understand what they want to do.

As for other police officers, they formed a human wall on the roadside in front of the tower. The first two rows wore complete explosion-proof suits and held rectangular transparent explosion-proof shields. The police officers in the middle two rows held long flails. Pai holds a round shield and a short stick. Their formation was neither loose nor tight, with a gap of more than one person left and right, forming multiple small rectangular formations, and finally they were connected in series to form a horizontal row.

The five military policemen led by the previous Sergeant Sally also received weapons after joining the large force - two pistols per person, a yellow Taylor gun that looked like a complete product, and a genuine pistol, all pinned to waist.

They stood on the steps in front of the tower, holding the handle of the pistol in the sleeve with both hands, staring nervously in front of them - they were the last line of defense. Once the rioters rushed through the defense line composed of police officers in front, they would You need to use a Taylor gun to knock it down in time, but the Taylor gun can only be fired once, so it is conceivable to use a pistol.

Besides...

Mikael and Mei looked at each other, and that sentence came to both of their minds...

"The presence of a gun is not a good thing."

"Well...if a pistol is in the story, it has to be fired."

The sounds around him changed a bit. Mikael's ears moved, and he used the power of space and power of consciousness to search the surroundings. For a moment, he didn't know what to say - they were surrounded.

Also, the tower is just the core accommodation area of ​​a basic unit. With it as the center point, countless factories were erected among the grid-like roads, and almost all people worked in these factories before.

After the parade, they naturally gathered from all directions towards the tower with the book as the center. The military and police, who were outnumbered, kept retreating under their squeeze, and were finally surrounded in front of the tower.

Although it is early July, theoretically summer has completely entered, but the Third New Paradise City is already on the seaside, and the morning breeze brings endless coolness. The military and police who have formed a circle outside are all blown by this gust of wind. A shiver.

From time to time, the sound of swallowing saliva or the sound of weapons clashing came from the array, but generally speaking, it seemed silent and solemn, like a flat and cold ice surface. From the outside, only a blue-white surface could be seen. It is impossible to see what kind of undercurrent is surging in the water below.

On the other hand, the people in the march, warmed by the roars of unknown origin, just waved their arms, stamped their feet heavily, and made shouts, boos, and threats that could not be clearly understood.

What's more, they raised the tools they used for work and banged them hard. The sharp and harsh sound quickly rippled around, but it was not as gentle as water. Instead, it was like invisible nails, stinging. Every eardrum is rippled by this sound wave.

"Let the alderman speak out!"

This is the clearest voice that Mikael has heard from beginning to end, but it keeps changing during the transmission process, and in the end it is beyond recognition——

"Let the alderman speak out!"

"Let that dog mayor speak!"

"Let that bitch, the alderman, speak out!"

"Get that bitch Michael out of here!"

"Let Michael get out like a dog!"

"Michael, you bastard!"

How did these people know he was here! ?

Michael's face was full of reluctance. He didn't even know the cause and effect of the matter. Even if he stood up, he would have nothing to say!

But even if he didn't do anything, his attire was too eye-catching. He didn't look like the melon-eating crowds in the tower, nor did he look like the military police who came to suppress the rebels and were surrounded. Those with a little sharper eyes could see the golden long hair. He can be recognized by his hair and green eyes, not to mention the fact that there are two people standing next to him.

His cuffs were tugged, and Michael turned his head. A tall but hesitant-looking middle-aged military policeman walked up to him.

Although his face was a little unfamiliar, looking at the logo on his collar, he looked like the captain of the military police in this area. His face was full of embarrassment, and he bowed and begged:

"Mr. Municipal Officer, why don't you stand up and say a few words? Or give me an order to suppress it now? But with all due respect, this incident is a bit big. The police department's system shows At least more than a hundred communities have joined in. Once force is actually used, millions of people will be involved and there will be no end! So you should stand up and say something!"

What questions will these people ask? The military and police captains who have a general understanding of this matter have some idea. What will happen next, the military and police captains cannot say.

For him, who has rich experience in riot control, the situation on the field is clear at a glance. Now these people can still send greetings in the form of language, but if their wishes are not fulfilled, Michael is obviously here, but he has not yet arrived. If they speak out, these people will inevitably choose to take more drastic measures.

And as he said, in just a few dozen minutes, the march had evolved into a demonstration involving at least five million people... that was close to a riot. There are less than 2,000 soldiers and police here. Once a violent conflict turns into a violent conflict, it cannot be ended. Secondly, the soldiers and police cannot even guarantee the safety of their own lives, nor can they protect the safety of Michael's life.

"So, what happened? You have to let me know the situation first, right?"

The military police captain pursed his lips. He tried to condense the whole thing into one sentence, but he couldn't do it anyway.

Fortunately, the two unidentified commissioners beside Michael helped him out. The woman among them said:

"You go deal with these people first. Let the captain tell me what exactly happened."

Michael twitched the corners of his mouth and walked forward bravely. The captain of the military police felt that the voice just now was inexplicably familiar. He looked at the two special correspondents who were also looking at him, rubbed his eyes in disbelief, took out the terminal to search, and finally confirmed the identities of the two. .

"Dr. Mei...the First Herrscher..."

The military police thoughtfully gave Michael a trumpet, which made him feel extremely ironic. He cleared his throat, and the trumpet brought his voice into everyone's ears:

"Ahem! Everyone, I am Michael, the mayor of the Third New Paradise City. No matter what your needs are, no matter what opinions you have, you can come and talk to me. But I ask you to calm down. I can't talk to you at the same time. Thousands of people are talking, so you have to choose one person to talk to me first, and let him convey whatever you want to say... Come on, I'm here, I can't run away anyway!"

As soon as these words came out, the crowd below became more chaotic. The various noisy voices had just subsided with the appearance of Michael, and now they seemed to add fuel to the fire, almost causing the factory building behind them to trample. .

However, before that, the flames were all heading towards Michael on the steps, but at this time, the beating of the flames was a bit messy, as if they were twisted together and no longer rushed in the same direction. On the contrary, Er felt a lot more relaxed.

Although he is very submissive in front of Mikael and May, in the final analysis, he is also an extremely outstanding member of the entire human bureaucracy. He has enough skill, insight and ability, otherwise, he would not be in his own way. After those two uncles died in a disgraceful manner, he was raised as an illegitimate son by the entire family's resources, even if his father felt guilty for him for that reason.

He could tell at a glance that the people under his feet had indeed been temporarily forcibly kneaded together due to the influence of some external force, but because of this, they did not have one or several quite different personalities like previous parades and riots. Leaders with authority are essentially a mess.

When Michael asked them to nominate someone to talk to him, no one could find a backbone for a while. Most people's first reaction was to do it themselves, and therefore they could not unanimously agree at all.

Perhaps due to work reasons, every few, dozen or dozens of them will have a closer relationship, which will make them unconsciously form a team, but what's the use of this?

There were more than two thousand people participating in the riot as far as the eye could see, and there were at least dozens of "squads". Even under ideal conditions, they still needed to complete the "in-squad" recommendation and "squad" There are two steps for "inter-team" recommendation, and considering that the situation at the scene is so chaotic, it may not be easy to get the result in just a few hours.

But will they become angry? Michael didn't think so. Not to mention that the current level of anger of this group of people had not reached the level of violently attacking the military and police lines. Besides, the request he made was very reasonable, and he had already made enough of a weak gesture. If they can't choose anyone to talk to him, that's their own problem.

However, the next moment, as a blond man appeared, his head exploded with a "bang".

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"Dr. Mei, first...ahem! Mr. Mikael, why are you two here?"

When Michael walked to the steps and picked up the horn, the military police captain was standing cautiously in front of Mikael and Mei, with an expression as if he was afraid that someone would turn against him and eat him at the next moment.

"Is there any problem with us being here? Or do you think we are not qualified to be here?"

Mikael's tone was a little aggressive, which aggravated the military police captain's nervousness. He didn't know how to respond for a while.

"If you don't talk about other things, let me ask you, what is going on?"

Mei naturally didn't have a good face, but with Mikael in front of her, her tone was extremely gentle, and what she said really gave the military and police captain a step up.

"This...this is what happened. In order to relieve the pressure of these people at work, the city official allocated funds to place a projection screen at regular intervals in the factory. Some movies, TV shows, and occasionally news will be played on it. , although this reduces their efficiency when working, but..."

"Pick the key points!"

How long has it been? They are still going through the process of cause, process, and result. Mikael and Mei were both speechless.

"Yes, yes! Just now, the network signals in the entire America region experienced abnormal fluctuations, and then many city halls... no, to be precise, the private information about the mayor was photographed and projected onto the screen in the factory. Online, and on major video websites, it seems to be a special hacking method that cannot be deleted no matter how you delete it. The person also used AI synthesized voices to read out all those things, and then these people...just..."

"What's up?"

"ah?"

"What 'private information'? What 'those things'? Please explain it clearly!"

Mei's chest rose and fell rapidly. The situation was obviously critical, but the military police captain was verbose and couldn't speak clearly for a long time. It was really irritating.

"It's just...it's the dirty information that the mayor has collected over the years."

"Ah!"

Mei sneered, and before she could say anything, Mikael suddenly pulled her sleeve.

"Calm down for a moment, May."

The gentle mental power was like warm spring water, which instantly washed away Mei's long-term fatigue and the violent anger she had contracted along the way. She silently covered her face and allowed herself to calm down for three seconds.

But the next moment, she raised her head in shock, because she suddenly caught a key word when recalling the words of the annoying military and police captain in front of her.

Just at this time, Mikael beside her also let out a long sigh, and then the two people looked at each other. Mei opened her mouth and said a question that the military and police captain could not understand even if he scratched his head:

"twelfth?"

"maybe."

Mikael drooped his eyelids, feeling extremely tired inside.

Then, he worked hard again and comforted:

"Maybe it's not that bad and just a common hack?"

Mei pursed her lips and shook her head stubbornly. She knew that Mikael was afraid that she would not be able to bear it mentally.

After all, Mei, as an ordinary person, had not rested all night, and had been exposed to too many dark, violent, and desperate things in a short period of time. This was evident from the irritable mood that just overflowed from her.

But if you think she can't accept reality because of this, you'd be underestimating her.

If she had a choice, she would of course hope to paralyze herself a little. After all, the judgments about the "Twelfth Herrscher" so far were still her and Mikael's inferences based on a small amount of reality.

But it’s not that there aren’t more and more powerful empirical evidence——

"Mikael."

"Um?"

"Have we...lost contact with the headquarters and your body again?"