Dragon Clan starts from digging the corner of Kassel

Chapter 235 The final river flows into the sea, and everything gathers here
"A city with a population close to one million, with no one in it?!"

"Are you saying that aliens came and captured everyone!"

The editor-in-chief of the Global Daily had a grim look on his face, holding the phone by his neck, holding his trousers in both hands, spitting and yelling at the idiot subordinate on the phone who wanted to bother him by calling during his break.

He swore that when he got to work, he would throw his used condom in his face and tell him exactly what a crime it was to disturb other people's nights.

But following the reminder of the email, the editor-in-chief's hideous expression gradually changed.

From anger to doubt, and from doubt to doubt.

In the end it turned into intense panic.

The clearest facts hit the editor-in-chief's brain, making his pupils tremble and it was almost difficult to breathe.

In the photos sent by the front-line reporters under his command, the trembling picture shows an empty city.The flames were burning, the animals were howling, and the vehicles driving on the driveway collided with each other, raising black smoke.

The traffic lights kept flashing back and forth, but no car pulled into the driveway to leave.Those ordinary and expensive vehicles with all kinds of graffiti and slogans are like coffins of different sizes, displayed indifferently on this coffin shop called the city.

There are many cases where the door is opened and the owner disappears without a trace.

In the eyes of the editor-in-chief, it seemed that someone had crawled out of the grave...

Or there is an invisible monster that has caught everyone into the unknown abyss...

The great fear broke through the fragile defenses of human beings, the mobile phone tremblingly slipped from the editor's hand, and the screen fell on the ground with large cracks.The voice of the reporter on the other end of the phone also became extremely distorted, but the editor-in-chief no longer had the heart to feel distressed. He picked up the phone from the ground like a madman, and shouted with red eyes:
"News, more news! I need photos that can be published in newspapers! The ones with 360 degrees and no dead ends!"

"If it is true that aliens have come to capture all the people in San Francisco, then we will disclose everything as soon as possible! This is the only exclusive news!"

But before he could get a response, several gunshots came from the other end of the phone.

The reporter let out a distorted scream like a lemure burning in hell, and then fell silent again.

"Fack! What are you doing?!"

No matter how the editor-in-chief shouted, there was only deathly silence left.

The teeth kept colliding up and down, and the little madness in my heart because of the exclusive news was crushed by a greater panic. The editor's trembling fingers tried to turn off the phone that was still connected, but failed after several attempts success.

Instead, he turned on the speakerphone, and there was a noisy electric sound coming from the other end, as well as the sound of footsteps that seemed to be getting closer, hitting the eardrum directly.

The editor-in-chief subconsciously dropped the smartphone in his hand, but still heard a hoarse voice:

"Anyone else?"

"what!!!"

The man fell to the ground, knocked his arm over the office chair, and screamed horribly.

……

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"Network control is underway."

"The spreading news has been cleared and located. Please send an action specialist to 'handle' it."

The black-haired girl was wearing a black bodysuit connected with many electronic circuits, standing in the center of the server mainframes erected layer by layer, with emerald green streamers constantly flowing through her indifferent eyes like gods.

Yet it is.

In today's online world, EVA, which has completely become a mechanical life form under the technological transformation of Koinyasis, can indeed be called a god-like existence.

Only relying on her own computing system, she can control the entire world's network with accurate personal information, and clear all kinds of images and text descriptions they store in the cloud.

Even the recordings kept in the mobile phone system and the call records of the network operator are no easier than tearing up a few pieces of paper in front of her.

This is an ability that is enough to make the top secret party fear, but now the secret party doesn't have the heart to care about such "small things".

In San Francisco, a large city on the west coast, nearly one million people disappeared without warning.

This is no longer something that can be described as a terrorist attack.

Natural disasters, terror.

Unreasonable malice.

What can do this kind of thing can only be something beyond human sanity, a superpower that cannot be understood by logic, something that is more terrifying than a nightmare... a hybrid who has always been immersed in the pride of the king of the world They, like chickens poured on their heads by a basin of cold water, were in panic all day long.

No one knows whether such a disappearance will "reappear".

Tramps, poor people, middle-class blue-collar workers, dog-like stockbrokers, Wall Street elites... even politicians who are cocky and thieves, and the so-called nobles all equally disappeared in this silent horror.

with no exceptions.

No one can escape.

If you were sitting at home hugging your lover and preparing to do some "good things", you encountered such a nightmare.

It's like after an accidental death, all my money was taken away by my hated ex-wife, and I went to meet the man who was my enemy... How could this not frighten those "rulers" who think highly of themselves?
So it was precisely under this shocking change that was almost life-threatening that the "society" of the mixed-race race began to operate at an unprecedented high speed.

Secret associations, veteran nobles, royal family, hidden army, secret party...

Looking down at the network world in her eyes, EVA saw the raging fire.

That flame, like the scorching sun, seemed to be able to burn the world down.

become one who need not bear pain—

Shattered world.

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"Nonuo, please reply."

"Has there been any abnormalities in the West District?"

The blond hair hangs over his shoulders like precious silk and satin. The fit and handsome young man presses the wireless earphones in his ears, waiting for a response, and carefully observes the empty city in front of him like a paradox.

Inexplicably, Caesar felt the air in his mouth and nose was a bit cold.

The Familiar of Wind aroused by "Spirit of Words - Kama Itachi" is flying between the streets, transmitting to him various hidden sounds that are difficult to be discerned by the human ear, and a three-dimensional map has been established in Caesar's heart.

But what made him feel unbelievable was that, as Kassel had investigated, this city with a population of close to one million was really empty.

If there were people hiding in the cabinet or under the bed, their heartbeat and breathing would have nowhere to hide from Kamaitachi, which is why Caesar volunteered to go to San Francisco to investigate.

In the face of the extreme fear that ordinary people can't avoid, he wants to do something.

Caesar couldn't bear to be like an incompetent person, and obediently hid behind his back, waiting for others to pass on the indistinguishable true and false information.He has a kind of confidence that he can find the clues that those people can't find...

He wants to find out the truth about the disappearance of people in this city.

At this time, a sickle weasel suddenly sent him some unusual information.

Caesar hurriedly quickened his pace, took out the Desert Eagle and held it in his hand, and came to the front of a shopping mall.

Immediately afterwards, he frowned slightly, and looked at the signboard of the mall——

The signboards made of aluminum-plastic panels and blister light boxes are somewhat faded now.A bit of dark gold and patina dyed the gray-white bottom layer, the material is almost a certain kind of metal, so heavy that it seems to make the signboard skew.

There are many kinds of information that "wind" can transmit, and the sounds produced when it comes into contact with different substances are also different. It was Caesar who discovered the distinctive "timbre" of this signboard that he was able to realize its mutation.

"Turned into... metal?"

Muttering something to himself, the frowning Caesar suddenly heard Chen Motong's response from the earphones.

At this moment, Chen Motong, who was working with Jiude Yaji in the west area, was holding an MP9 in his hand.

Pointing the submachine gun at the back of the young man dressed as a mercenary in front of her, she said in a deep voice, "I found a mercenary sneaking in here... Hey, what's your name? Where are you from?"

The last two sentences were addressed to the mercenary who was facing her back.

The young mercenary turned his head slowly, with an awkward yet polite smile, and raised his hands in a very standard French military salute:
"Holding, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to break in...Woman, can you give me a way to survive? Seeing that we are all Chinese..."

Chen Motong didn't give him a good look, and put the muzzle of the gun on his waist with a cold face, "Don't interrupt! Tell me quickly! We will consider how to deal with you according to whether you cooperate or not!"

The mercenaries immediately fought a cold war.

Knowing that the little red-haired beauty in the back was not someone to be fooled with, he hurriedly shouted:

"Ronald Tang, everyone calls me Old Tang!!"

　Finally finished this chapter, rua, starting a new volume tomorrow.

　　It's time to treat yourself with some end-of-book testimonials.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)