Walk alone in the abyss

Six minutes before the explosion.

In the airspace below the Stinger, Catherine was fully armed and led a team of seven in a highly mobile airship, heading for the city on the ground.

The airship is shaped like a drop of water and is the fastest aircraft to pass through the atmosphere.

"Sir, I suggest suspending the celebrations for today and tomorrow. Several terrorists carrying cell bombs have been caught below. This kind of bombs cannot be detected by our existing equipment."

"I've reported it, Catherine."

The middle-aged lady shook her head and explained: "It's useless for you to urge me, I'm just in charge of commanding and dispatching you. The Yaha Star Pressing Fire Festival is a major celebration and a symbol of the strength of the empire. The higher-ups must carefully consider the consequences that each move will cause." as a result of."

"Is there anything to consider?"

Catherine frowned and said:

"If there is an extreme terrorist attack and there are a lot of casualties, isn't that the worst effect?

"The crowds in the streets and alleys below are so dense, once there is a human bomb attack, the casualties directly caused by the power of the cell bomb will not be too large, but panic will become the death sickle to harvest human lives.

"Isn't this the safety lesson you taught me?"

"Catherine, we have repeatedly confirmed the information," she said, "The actions of the new Federal CIA are ghost flames. They want to trigger a parade and create political incidents. The bomb may be just a cover."

Catherine said: "Any fluke is brewing disaster."

"I have reported your opinion to the higher authorities as soon as possible, and it will take time for the higher authorities to make a decision!"

"I will go to the ground first, in case there is chaos and it is too late to support, the command is temporarily handed over to Bligh and Gris," Catherine said, "I apply for the Stinger to enter the outer atmosphere, in case of emergency."

"Okay, I approve."

Catherine hung up the video communication, the corners of her mouth behind the mask twitched a few times, and she looked up through the porthole.

The water drop airship was landing perpendicular to the ground, and the pressure brought by the high acceleration had already made the seven reformers in the team speechless, and only Catherine was completely normal.

After thinking about it, she sent Hui Saka a message, but the other party didn't reply to her for more than two minutes.

What is the big detective doing?

Ding Ding!

A projection screen popped up on the golden shell, and a photo of the old man in the park appeared inside, with a string of text in the notes.

Without any hesitation, Catherine immediately connected to the Stinger, and used her on-site command authority to send instructions to the quick-response troops on standby on the ground.

"How could he accurately find so many human bombs?"

Catherine couldn't help murmuring, and the projection screen in front of her fed back the real-time images on the ground.

This is the angle of view taken by the military police:

An old man in his twilight years was sitting on a park bench, dressed in an ordinary shirt and trousers, tall and thin, talking to the young people around him.

Soon, the old man patted the back of the young man's hand, stood up on his own, and walked slowly towards the direction where the military and police gathered.

One's own side judged to open fire and threw out the explosion-proof safety shield.

Catherine, who had come out of life-and-death battles, had some emotional fluctuations at this moment, and she looked nervously at the rapidly opened safety shields.

The bright red fire erupted, and the energy gushed upwards under the pressure of the safety shield, and the young man on the bench was safe and sound.

The young man got up and walked in the opposite direction, with a dark expression on his face. Immediately, a military policeman raised a gun and locked him...

"That's one of our own! Can't even tell the difference?"

Catherine spoke up immediately, her voice a little harsh.

The military police who locked on Yang Ming shook their hands, and quickly removed the sight.

Catherine was inexplicably agitated.

When you see one cockroach, it means that there are ten thousand cockroaches in your home.

In a short period of time, several terrorists hiding cell bombs were caught, which means that an astonishing number of human bombs have been mixed in the city below...

"Team, captain... look at your feet!"

The team members next to him shouted vigorously.

Catherine looked down, her eyelids twitching slightly.

Bright red clouds floated on the ground, like daytime fireworks prepared for this grand event;

But below the clouds, the shock wave of the explosion was raging, each explosion represented at least dozens of casualties, and the fragile decorations of the buildings shattered one after another, smashing into the crowd below.

The muffled sound of bang bang bang penetrated the airship shell and protective cover.

Catherine took a deep breath, grabbed the communicator and started shouting continuously.

There were more than 130 explosive attacks on the ground at the same time within a few seconds, and the temporary headquarters set up on the Stinger ship was already in chaos.

...

Chaotic, screaming, running crowd.

Yang Ming saw this scene when he walked out of the park.

The frightened crowd was like headless chickens, constantly surging forward, and a small number of people who were able to stay awake were also engulfed by the crowd.

Half the city was in turmoil, and there were shouts of war everywhere.

Yang Ming looked around.

He was never at a loss when facing the swarm, but fell into a situation where he was helpless when facing the crowd.

"Enter the park!"

Yang Ming shouted at the top of his voice: "Go into the open area! Don't be crowded!"

His glasses lightly skipped a few lines of code, and the devices capable of playing audio and video inside and outside the park were activated by Li, and the image of Yang Ming appeared on the big screen on the side of the road.

"Enter the park to hide! Take care of the elderly and children around you!"

He kept shouting, and after repeating it five or six times in a row, the chaotic crowd finally turned and poured into the park from all directions.

The military police on the periphery of the park also reacted 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 local order is only a drop in the bucket for the large-scale riots caused by this terrorist attack.

Yang Ming cursed a few words in a low voice, threw away his overcoat, and ran wildly along the narrow gap on the side of the street, against the direction the crowd was rushing towards.

In this kind of crowd, if anyone falls, if there is no one around him to help him, he will immediately fall into a life-or-death crisis. Even when the crowd is too intense and there are too many adults per square meter, it will cause a large number of victims to suffocate and die.

Mass stampedes have already occurred.

Yang Ming's eyes suddenly became empty, more than a dozen corpses were lying around the corner, the picture was horrible, but in the middle of the corpses, there were two men grabbing the lampposts and desperately opening up a little gap.

Inside was a little boy still breathing weakly.

Yang Ming tore apart the corpse, picked up the boy and rushed to the side of the road.

Pressing for first aid and assisting breathing, the boy's breathing gradually became smoother, and a new crowd appeared on the road, Yang Ming lowered his head and hugged the boy.

There were too many panicked crowds.

"Law, think of a way."

"Boss, the people must calm down, otherwise the casualties of the stampede accident will far exceed the direct casualties caused by the explosion, and they can attract their attention to the top," Li said quickly, "I will invade all networked devices in this city Communication equipment with everyone, start the regional live broadcast! The appeal of the white ghost can attract their attention for a short time!"

White ghost!

Yang Ming picked up the little boy and dashed towards the direction he came just now. He arrived outside a shop window, kicked a corner of the window and slid in with the boy in his arms.

Here is the COS suit of White Ghost.

The little boy vaguely saw a man standing in front of him, took off his shirt, put on that cool 'white armor', and put on that tactical helmet.

The other party turned his head and looked over, and made a silent gesture. The boy nodded slightly, and the panic in his eyes was much less.

"White ghost..."

Yang Ming laid the boy flat on the counter of the store, while he went into the storage room, locked the doors and windows, and put the glasses in front of him.

Fictional scenes, audio and video synchronization.

"The live broadcast is on."

Accompanied by some ear-piercing electrical sounds, a shallow projection screen appeared in front of Yang Ming's eyes. On the screen was a bird's-eye view of the city, and there were countless crowds surging everywhere.

All over the streets, the projection devices outside the buildings were activated, and giant projection screens filled the streets and alleys.

In the crowd, almost all communication devices actively popped up projection boxes.

Yang Ming clenched his right hand tightly.

One sentence must be used to attract their attention, and it is meaningless to shout palely.

"Oh, dregs of the Empire!"

The familiar voice processed by the synthesizer suddenly resounded throughout the city, and the sound from the machine turned into a sound wave, directly suppressing the noise of the crowd.

The speed of some crowds slowed down visible to the naked eye, and the crowd looked up.

"I'm in your hands or on top of you...look at me!"

The city seemed to be quiet for a moment, and then there was a new wave of voices:

"White ghost!"

"It's a white ghost!"

"He came to rescue us!"

There were bursts of cheers from the crowd.

Yang Ming took a deep breath, and his voice continued to cover the panicked crowd:

"Are the men of the empire dead? What are you doing? There's been a major stampede, and you're just drifting in the crowd?

"Want to kill more people because of your inaction?

"Strong men stand up NOW! Go find the man closest to you and hold hands, create barriers, divide the crowd!

"Women! Protect the children and the elderly around you, yes, hold hands, hold hands, and form a human wall.

"I understand you, you were dominated by panic just now, it's normal! But now, we must organize to fight the panic and avoid a bigger disaster, yes! That's it! You are doing great! Now, the human wall begins Move in sequence, the slower the better, don't rush! Don't worry, I will protect you and send women, children and the elderly to nearby buildings.

"Be good, I'll be right here watching you.

"Just one little bomb attack, will it bring down the empire? Obviously not, you will all be heroes to your respective families after this disaster.

"Men, if anyone is greedy for life and afraid of death and dare not stand up, I promise I will come to your house, I promise you..."

On the street, on the projection screens, the live broadcast of the white ghost switched to an indicator light, guiding the crowd to the shelter.

The communication devices in people's hands returned to normal operation, and prompt words with a white ghost logo popped up, as well as a simple guiding map.

The Internet access terminals for the elderly and children are marked pink in need of assistance.

I don't know who sang the imperial military song, and the men's high-pitched singing turned into a second dose of tranquilizer.

Store storage.

"Good job Lil!" Yang Ming shook his fist fiercely, "You saved a lot of people."

"It's not me, boss," Lil laughed, "it's the white ghost."

"Aren't you a white ghost too?"

"Uh, it seems to be right..."

Yang Ming chuckled, took off the cosplay suit, and hung it among the pile of different types of cosplay suits next to him.

Law reminded: "Boss, the traces of your cross-dressing have been erased, and now there is only one loophole left..."

that boy.

Yang Ming put on the helmet and walked out of the storage room. The boy was still in a semi-conscious state. He heard footsteps and opened his eyes in a daze.

Yang Ming walked to his side, hesitated a little, and whispered in his ear: "Can I trust you?"

The boy nodded slightly.

"Very well, what happened just now is our secret."

Yang Ming clenched his fist and stretched it out in front of the boy. The boy tried to raise his arm with some difficulty, but Yang Ming held his wrist.

The two fists touched lightly.

"Thanks……"

"Go to sleep for a while, I'm still busy saving other people."

Yang Ming touched the boy's forehead, and the boy closed his eyes and fell into a drowsy sleep.

Afterwards, Yang Ming took off his helmet, picked up the boy, joined the crowd that had started to walk slowly, handed the boy over to a young couple and left quickly.

"Boss," Li reminded, "this is still too risky."

"I didn't show any extraordinary power, I just saved him with the first aid knowledge of an ordinary person," Yang Ming said softly, "Don't worry, it's just a passerby wearing a white ghost COS suit."

Law complained: "It's not that I went to break my legs to modify the details."

"Give you a reward."

"Highly simulated companion robot for men! Give me a skeleton, and I can transform it myself!"

"Don't always covet my handsome face, boss," Yang Ming cursed with a smile, "Add chicken legs to dinner, as a reward."

Ritsu rolled his eyes in the thought space.

Sudden.

"Boss, the Stinger."

Yang Ming, who was strolling along the street, looked up, and Catherine's Stinger ship was already floating in the sky.

The sharp thorns of the Stinger were shining brightly, and ripples slowly fell down on it. There were singing sounds like the sound of heaven in people's ears, their movements became slower, and their eyes were full of peace and tranquility.

The Stinger's bridge is centered.

Bligh's figure is slowly floating, with a helmet on his head and golden rings tied to his hands and feet, and he is singing emotionally at the moment.

Ripple marks visible to the naked eye spread outward around him, and after being enlarged by the Stinger, they spread to the city below.

Gris stood in front of the podium with his arms folded. Seeing this scene, he couldn't help raising his hand and scratching the corner of his eyes.

This soothing sound of nature actually came from the most villainous existence among the overhaulers.

What a sarcasm.

Gris didn't appreciate Bligh's singing, he hurriedly turned around and sat in front of the podium, quickly mobilized resources from various places, and while issuing rescue orders, he also used the powerful capabilities of the Stinger to continuously search the surface.

white ghost.

He must be here.

Such a quick response, almost instantly invading all the equipment in a city, is definitely not something that can be done casually.

The surrounding airspace is under strict martial law, and even the best stealth ships cannot approach it.

The source of the cyber attack just now can only be on the surface of this planet!