The Social Life of the Supreme God

Chapter 2 Blockade Area

Dead silence, death-like silence lasted until the young man with black hair and black eyes walked out of the room and closed the door with a clang.

"The operation is over. The fourth team has taken off their goggles and can now open their eyes." The tall man said as he took off his suit jacket and shirt, revealing the tight-fitting combat uniform underneath: "Everyone is here, and we will escort 066 away."

"Wang Mian, close the team channel."

The man said as he walked down the stairs and stood next to a team member wearing rippled epaulettes. After seeing the other party turn off the communication knob on the helmet, he explained:

"Contact the Wulin branch immediately - tell them: The suppression attempts of 0197 and 0197-F failed. However, due to the existence of 066, no major casualties occurred, and at the same time, there were some unexpected gains. Let the control department over there prepare in advance Okay - Containment measures above cold wave level, we will go there now."

After the man finished speaking, he was about to continue going downstairs, but what he saw at the corner of the stairs immediately made him stop again, and his eyebrows furrowed tightly: "Tie Zhu, when you evacuate... take Xu Ya with you."

At the corner, a corpse was leaning quietly against the wall. Her helmet had been removed at some point, and her pretty face was exposed to the cold air in the corridor. What was even more inconsistent was that her neck was knotted like a stretched twist. His head seemed to have been twisted around for more than a dozen times, his eyes were wide open and shrouded in death, and it was hanging weakly on his waist.

Zhao Tiezhu looked at the strange corpse in front of him. The other person was the newcomer who was talking to him just now - Xu Ya.

At this time, even though her neck had been twisted to a ridiculous degree - it was still not broken. Even her skin still maintains its elasticity.

"You must have done something unnecessary." Tie Zhu thought, bending down to pick up the other person's body, which was getting colder. After carrying it on his shoulders, he raised his hand to signal to his waiting teammates.

The team evacuated in an orderly manner, and there were no further accidents while going downstairs. This old building, which had experienced a short period of "liveliness", has returned to deathly silence.

Shiwen Street is adjacent to the largest commercial center in Wulin City and is also the urban pedestrian street with the largest flow of people in the provincial capital.

It is such a neighborhood that has nearly a million visitors in a single day, but today, at noon on New Year's Eve, it is surrounded by police cordons, police officers, and a crimson warplane hovering high in the sky. A, "ceremoniously" sealed it off.

"What are you doing? Is there too much noise?"

Outside the police cordon at the entrance of the block, a group of bold passers-by gathered, some of whom were new arrivals, shouting questions to the brothers watching the fun in front of them.

"I'm not making it. I just arrived."

"Hey! You guys look up and take a look. The 'Nuclear Harmony Number' is here. It's definitely not a big deal. It's probably all... that kind of thing happened."

Among the crowd, there was a middle-aged man who was walking with a bird in a cage. As he spoke, he raised his hand and pointed directly at the sky surrounded by buildings - what he was pointing to was the humanoid crimson mecha hovering steadily between the buildings. .

It has a slender waist, sharp streamlines, and a pair of wing-shaped aircraft that spit out indigo "flame streams" on its back. This war machine hovers a hundred meters in the air, becoming a "scarlet angel" that people look up to from time to time. .

"Master, what kind of thing is that?"

"Yes, big brother. Are you half talking and half peeing?"

Hearing the doubts and laughter of the people around him, the middle-aged man walking around couldn't help but raise his eyebrows: "Are you guys here just teasing me? You haven't watched the news recently? You haven't watched videos either? No. Have you seen that awesome promotional video that the main station broadcasts every day? Still haven’t seen that movie about mechas fighting monsters?”

As he spoke, he pointed to the crimson mecha in the sky again: "If you ask me, there must be a 'disaster' in this place. But don't worry about it. Our country is very powerful. I ran away from the Luosha River a while ago. Do you know that big crab that came out? He was subdued by our nuclear power."

After speaking, the middle-aged man raised his chin, anticipating the reactions of the people around him.

"I am a farmer, I don't use my mobile phone."

"What? I've never seen what you're talking about." There was a tall brother in the crowd, holding up his mobile phone and asking. As he spoke, he swiped at the screen: "Look, I'm not lying to you."

His thick fingers were sliding up and down on the push interface of a short video software. Videos with various music flashed by quickly, and these videos all had three things in common - beautiful women, dancing, and not much to wear.

"Hey! You big boy...are you quarreling with me over here?"

"Hello... hello, is this what you're talking about?"

Just when the middle-aged man couldn't bear it anymore and was about to have another attack, a timid female voice came from behind the crowd.

The crowd moved aside consciously, revealing a girl of about sixteen or seventeen years old, wearing a school uniform shirt, a pleated skirt, a backpack on her back, and a tablet in her hand.

The middle-aged man walking around saw the girl suddenly attracted attention from the crowd and looked a little confused. Then he started to talk: "Are you going to school today? Girl."

"Yeah... um. I'm busy with my studies." The girl took a few breaths and felt a little accustomed to the gazes of the strangers around her. Then she asked again: "Uncle, what you just mentioned... is this video?" She Turning the tablet that had been prepared in his arms, the images played on the screen were clearly visible to the eyes of these strangers.

Seeing that more people were looking at her, she felt a little confused - was it really wise for her to stand up out of curiosity and "show off" in front of such a large group of strangers?
  "Where is this place in the video?"

Someone asked while looking at the video being played on the screen.

"It's definitely not our city. I can recognize the mountains, rivers, lakes, and seas in our city at a glance."

Someone took over the conversation and analyzed it seriously.

"Just blow it... eh? Why did the water surface rise? Damn it - what swam under the water?"

The man's voice dilated along with his pupils. The other passers-by didn't say anything anymore, and all focused their attention on the sudden change in the video picture - from the texture and shaking amplitude of the video, it can be recognized that this is a "subjective perspective" video shot with a mobile phone. .

In the video, there are a large number of screaming and running people, reflecting the photographer who is gasping for breath, having just experienced a life-or-death escape.

The road surface is brand new and smooth, and guardrails half a person's height have been set up near the river. From the swaying scene, one can vaguely identify the location of the photographer, which is a flood control embankment along the river for tide watching.

The river tide was surging, waves were rising, and the rapid water had already submerged the rocky beach under the dam.

Most of the tourists had fled far away from this "dangerous area". Only the photographer of the video suddenly stopped, turned the camera, and stared blankly at the river - accompanied by the splashing sound of the water, there was a pliers. The shape-shaped object slowly rose from the river, and countless river currents fell freely along the orange-red carapace of this thing, like "waterfalls" on the water.

"What the hell, crab claws?"

After the thing was completely exposed on the river, someone in the crowd watching the video immediately recognized it - the thing was clearly a crab claw with a healthy complexion, a crab claw that was much taller than the old locust tree on the shore. .

At this time, everyone suddenly had an idea in their minds - the pliers alone are so big, how big a crab must be hidden under the water.

Whoosh—whoosh—

Just as the crowd was stunned, the sound of breaking through the air from far to near suddenly appeared in the video.

After the sound appeared, only two or three seconds passed before a red shadow flashed across the screen.

It only took a blink of an eye for the shadow to appear and leave the screen. When everyone came to their senses, the huge crab's claws had been slowly broken along the gap in the carapace unique to soft-shelled animals.

Poof, bang——

The roar of the giant object falling into the water, accompanied by the "huge waves" it splashed, and the continuous patter of "drizzle" made the crowd subconsciously hold their breath.

As the water curtain in the sky gradually dispersed, the photographer also raised his phone and took a picture high in the sky - a crimson humanoid mecha holding a giant scythe, hovering steadily under the sun.

When the photographer seemed to remember something... and pointed the camera at the river again, the huge shadow under the water had already left on its own.

"Then... well, the video ends here." The girl in school uniform who held up the tablet for a few minutes looked at everyone's reactions and asked hesitantly: "Uncle. The 'Red Knight' in the video is what you just said. 'Nuclear Harmony', right?"

The girl said as she clamped the tablet to her waist, raised her head and pointed at the red mecha that had been hovering in the sky.

However, no one responded.

Realizing that something was wrong, the girl looked at the crowd in front of her again - she saw them all staring directly behind her. Even the "eloquent" bird-walker uncle before had become silent at this moment. .

Her eyes were widened and her pupils were slightly dilated. The girl could tell that the faces of the strangers in front of her were all a little more...confused and frightened.

The girl subconsciously turned around. The police cordon that marked the cordoned off area behind her was untied by the police at some point.

A black bus covered with yellow symbols was slowly approaching from the cordoned-off pedestrian street.

　New books are on the shelves. Whether it is praise or criticism, your attention is the best support for me.

　　
  　
  (End of this chapter)