Chapter 306 White Tracks

Seeing that no one gave the order, the military police captain gritted his teeth and took the iron whistle into his mouth:

"beep--"

After hearing this whistle, the military and police array that had been shrinking and sinking seemed to have fallen into a state of absolute stillness for a moment. And at the next moment, the entire array started to squirm again, but in the opposite direction to before - the sinking. Yanyue is like an open bowstring, rebounding after hitting bottom.

The shield bearers in the first row fired a wave of unorganized shield strikes. The thick but unorganized popular front retreated slightly under the impact. The shield bearers in the second row quickly grabbed the armed belts of the shield bearers in the first row. Pulling back, the first row of shieldmen, who had been somewhat exhausted from the previous confrontation, skillfully retreated and exchanged positions with the following row.

Many people saw the formation of the military and police changing, and they thought they had seized a good opportunity and rushed forward. However, they were pushed back by the shields waved by the second column of military and police from left to right. The military and police took the opportunity to push forward. , the originally sunken formation straightened out again.

But these people refused to give in. They shouted and yelled, and their words often meant that Michael wanted to give him an explanation, even though they themselves knew that the so-called "explanation" was of no use.

Moreover, things have developed to this point where "no blood has been shed". If we continue to insist on going our own way, it may not be possible.

This is something that can only be figured out if you calm down, but keeping everyone calm in an extremely angry situation is not something that everyone can do alone.

Mikael, who was the only one with the ability to slightly contain everyone's anger, did not make any move, while the target of everyone's anger stood at a loss in front of the steps. The military police captain held a whistle in his mouth, and was once again caught in a dilemma.

Fortunately, Mei was still conscious. She made a pause gesture to the military police captain, stopping the latter from going further.

But at this moment, a group of extremely strong men in black suddenly rushed out of the crossroads on the side. They rushed to the top of the armored vehicle and were not afraid of the long poles thrust by the military police. Instead, they took the opportunity to use their arms and armpits to He grabbed those long poles and started wrestling with the military police below.

Then, the second echelon of men in black rushed forward desperately. They curled up and jumped down one by one, using their inertia to rush the police queue into chaos.

Due to the fortifications blocking the side, the number of attached military police was not large. The seemingly unbreakable defense line just now was suddenly rushed to pieces.

Although the military police reacted quickly and used electric batons to knock down a group of men in black who rushed into the defense line, two men in black ran fast and rushed straight to the last line of soldiers standing in front of the steps. Police line.

"Use the Taylor gun!"

Most of the military police standing at the last line of defense were performing daily security work and had no experience in riot control. When the two people were far away, someone gave the order to use a stun gun.

All the military and police officers who could react took out their Taylor guns and fired, but this stun gun was difficult to hit and had a range of only seven meters. After they completed a round of meaningless volleys, the two A man in black did rush within the range of the Taylor gun, but there is another problem with this gun -

It can only fire one shot.

Looking at the ferocious faces of the two men, the minds of the military police standing in front of them went blank. Everything about avoiding bloodshed and cautious shooting were overwhelmed by the strong desire to survive. Without any suspense, they tightened their grip on the other waist. The pistol on the side...

"Bang!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

…

The sudden gunshots startled everyone. More than a dozen streaks of gray smoke rose from the two men in black. After rushing forward a few steps, they fell down at the feet of the military police.

The soldiers and police who had just fired didn't even know what they had just done. They just nervously pointed at the corpse on the ground and pulled the trigger until the entire magazine was empty.

The loud gunfire echoed continuously in the small area surrounded by the factory, shaking everyone's nerves, so that both the military police and the rioting people were stunned in place, without any movement or making any sound. .

Mei opened her mouth slightly and looked at the direction where the gunfire came from, as if she was resisting the ringing in her ears in this way.

Mikael clenched his fists tightly. Something in his mind woke up with the continuous gunshots, and now it was stimulating his nerves like needle pricks.

Suddenly, everyone narrowed their eyes in unison. After a long delay, dazzling golden light tore through the mountains to the east of the city. The huge sun jumped up from the gap, and only a few faint wisps of gunpowder smoke rose into the sky. Mixed with that holy golden light was a hint of ominous black.

The echoes of the gunshots were still echoing annoyingly, like invisible and sharp blades, weakening the nerves of everyone present to an extremely fragile level.

"Click——"

The remote-controlled machine gun mounted on the armored vehicle suddenly made an unusual noise, which was particularly clear in this extremely silent sunrise.

For those familiar with firearms, the sound is familiar—a gun is loaded.

The person pointed by the black hole of the gun instantly became desperate.

Equally desperate were the operators of the remote-controlled machine guns, because that was not the loading command they issued. Simply put, the machine guns were out of control.

It didn't even take a second from loading to shooting, but the gunshot did not sound again. Instead, there was a clear snap of fingers.

After the snap of the fingers, the cable of the remote-controlled machine gun suddenly exploded, flashing purple arcs.

This certainly avoided greater casualties, but what was the use?

Everyone gradually came back to their senses from the gunshots just now, and only a small number of people paid attention to the movement of the remote-controlled machine gun.

Not to mention how many people who found the remote-controlled machine gun had problems understood what had really happened just now, in the eyes, ears, and consciousness of more people, they were only left with one sentence in their minds-

"The police shot!"

I don't know which aunt made a miserable scream, like an old hen waking people up early in the morning, announcing the arrival of danger to everyone present.

Of course, many people retreated and scrambled to retreat to the back of the crowd, but the crowd felt more angry-

Why?

We just want an explanation. Even if we don't want to explain and admit our mistakes, do we have to kill people to silence them?

Why?

We just want to get back the materials we deserve for our labor. What's wrong with that?

Why?

We just want to live a little easier, we just want to work less tired, to get home earlier and reunite with our families, we just want our children not to work before they grow up, we just want every D-level material we get to be unopened and full... Isn't this what we deserve?

In the past twelve years, we have lost so much and suffered so much for survival. We just want to live and continue. If we can have enough food and clothing every day and if we can guarantee our dignity as human beings, it would be great.

After waiting for so many years, it was said that the coalition government had launched a material rationing plan. As long as we participated in production, we could get materials. When we looked at the material list, it was not bad. Besides being able to have enough food and clothing, we could even get some nourishment. So everyone signed up to participate.

Who knew... No, everyone should have thought of it. Theory and reality are often two different things. From the beginning, the materials were not distributed in full as advertised.

The work to be undertaken became more and more arduous. At the beginning, we only had to work eight hours a day, and soon it became normal to work twelve hours. At first, children under the age of sixteen were prohibited from working, but now it is common for people over twelve to participate in production...

So, when the coalition government was replaced by the Fire Moth, everyone was still gloating and waiting for the new government to solve the problem. At the very least, the conditions listed by the coalition government at the beginning should be gradually implemented, right?

But disappointment always comes in waves. The bureaucrats who manage them have not changed, and the treatment has not improved. On the contrary, as time goes by, the proportion of materials withheld has increased.

In fact, it is not difficult to understand that the demand of exploiters has never decreased, but has gradually expanded, but the number of exploited people has dropped sharply due to the collapse. The sinking of Mu Continent has taken away one-third of the population at once. It would be strange if the burden on everyone does not increase!

Yes, this is conceivable, but conceivable does not mean understandable or acceptable!

Those who are intoxicated by the neon lights in the upper class area, those who shrink in the city hall and the coastal villa area on the edge of the city, haven't they always been like this before the collapse?

But...it has always been like this, right?

It is said that when facing external invasion, people are always more likely to unite, eliminate some internal contradictions and barriers, and face the outside world in unison.

But it is often at this time that people's nerves become extremely delicate and fragile due to despair and fear. When they suddenly realize a problem--

Living is so difficult, there is no happiness in living, and living only brings pain, then the so-called death is no longer terrible, and it is even a kind of relief.

For the rioting masses at this time, there is only one voice left in their minds--

Tear up the well-dressed beast on the stage!

Even if they are beaten to death by the military and police, so what? I don't want to stay in this broken world anymore! Let's die!

They rushed forward in a commotion and madly, and even the few people who originally wanted to run back had to rush forward under the coercion of the crowd. The thin array of the military and police was once again forced to retreat step by step, but this time it was not just the middle that was concave, but the whole line retreated.

The captain of the military police had to make his own decision at this time. He could no longer hesitate. Once people broke through the military police line, the First Herrscher could take Dr. Mei away, and they could even take Michael with them, but he would definitely be torn to pieces by these people in the first place!

"Toot————"

The whistle this time was still sharp, but it was much longer than the last time.

The military police formation was originally retreating uncontrollably. After all, the number of people was too disparate. They were now like a dilapidated dam. Seeing the water level rise, the wind and waves surged, and the steel bars supporting the dam had already groaned silently...

But after hearing this whistle, the military police formation miraculously stabilized again, and began to change formations quickly and accurately——

The people who were originally at the back of the formation held round shields and short sticks, and rushed forward from the gap. The two rows of flails in the middle followed closely behind, one on the left and one on the right, and fought together. The long-shield warrior who was originally at the front also spread out to both sides, becoming a link between the other three people, shielding them from attack from time to time, or constantly striking with shields to force the rioting people to retreat.

The military and police were merciless in their attacks. The transparent anti-explosion shield was quickly covered with a mixture of flesh and blood. Some people even lost their flails and could only use the second half of the flails as long sticks to hit the enemy. Unexpectedly, the sticks could also be used. It was quickly interrupted.

The things that these people hate and boycott have no impact on them. If they are smart, they should be able to understand where the generous subsidies they receive every time they go on a mission come from.

Since their happiness is based on the pain of these people in front of them, they might as well make these people more painful, although they also understand that they and others are just thugs and gatekeepers of those who get more benefits. dog.

But so what?

No matter what era you are in, living and living well is the way to go. Besides, they were able to get that money only by risking their lives and fighting against the Honkai Beasts around the protective net!

Both sides refuse to give in to each other, so the only way to go is to break their heads and bleed.

And Michael just stared blankly at everything that happened in front of him, which seemed unbelievable and also seemed to have been expected.

Suddenly, he also became crazy. After shouting to the sky, he tore his formal jacket and stepped on it under his feet, and then took the initiative to rush into the rioting people.

His long golden hair stood out among the dirty people, but it only stood out for two or three seconds.

That golden touch was quickly grabbed by the angry people and trampled on it so hard that it would never, ever have the chance to emerge from the sea of ​​people.

"Enough!"

The smell of gunpowder smoke hadn't dissipated yet, but the smell of blood was already strong enough to cover it up.

"Enough!!"

Every dull collision almost meant the loss of a life. A layer of corpses quickly piled up on the line of contact between the military police and the masses, dividing the originally struggling military police and the masses into two distinct groups. They can only fight each other across the wall of corpses.

"Enough!!!"

It's not that Mikael didn't try to use the power of consciousness to prevent all of this from happening. He has obviously been using it, but to this extent, the insignificant power of consciousness in the hands of one of his clones can no longer have any effect. It is often the case a second ago. The people on the field were stunned for a moment, and the next second these people would once again recall their previous anger amidst the shouts of the rest of the people.

The power of consciousness may indeed be able to do a lot, but at this moment, this is the theoretically most suitable opportunity for the power of consciousness to be used... Perhaps it is because the power of consciousness is no longer able to prevent the anger that humans have suppressed for twelve years from this It explodes in a moment, or maybe the person who owns it is in a certain state of mind and does not operate it to the extreme.

In short, at this moment, this power, which has always been regarded as invincible to mankind itself, can do nothing.

But a person with power must do something, even if he is just a clone, even if the real body will arrive at any time, but he feels that he is carrying Mikael's name and must do something to prevent the tragedy in front of him.

Of course he could do something, if it cost him his own death.

As a result, red lines lit up on his chest.

Blood spilled, filling every groove in the asphalt road surface. After the collision of black and red, a patch of green appeared faintly, not sure if it was an illusion.

No, that was not an illusion. The next moment, thousands of green vines broke out of the ground. They were slender and tough. They seemed to be full of thorns, but their movements were not too rough, but just right. After the people are separated, if anyone still wants to make a move, the vines will bind their hands and feet and keep exerting force until the pain awakens their reason.

After doing this, Mikael's clone breathed a sigh of relief.

In the end, he had to use almost violent means to solve all this.

"Click——"

The clone looked towards the source of the sound and only saw the camera facing him in the corner of the tower.

He opened his mouth to say something, but he had overdrawn his energy as a clone, and violated the "taboo" of staying in the clone body. Under the backlash of the power of death, his body had quickly turned into dust. Almost nothing.

At the last moment, he saw a familiar face appearing in front of him... No, to be precise, it was himself.

"Thank you. You can do what you want. Have a good rest."

The clone's lips kept moving, and the main body seemed to be aware of what he wanted to say, but the language disintegrated with the death of the clone before it even took shape in his mind.

After all, Mikael was not able to learn the clone's last thoughts, but he didn't care anymore.

With his arrival, an invisible electromagnetic field enveloped almost the entire America. He directly bypassed all existing communication equipment and rebuilt a communication system outside of it.

But it seems a little late...

The moment he handed the improvised communicator to May, Erwin's shrill scream came across the ocean:

"Doctor! Yes...yes..."

It seemed that there was no need for him to remind him. Mikael looked up with a feeling. The blue-gray sky was filled with white tracks left by missiles.