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Eighty-first floor.

Heavily armed mercenaries patrolled the vast halls, and only footsteps echoed in the silence of the space.

And in the center of the hall, the elites in suits and leather shoes have long lost their former vigor at this time, only trembling and trembling.

Su Yuji, pale, huddled in the corner of the crowd, clenched her teeth, and held Shanoyana's hand.

Her eyes were fixed on the young man not far away.

It was a black-haired man in a pitch-black trench coat, sitting boredly in an office chair at the moment, tossing the small terminal device in his hand up and down.

-- That's the remote control for the time bomb.

In this eighty-one-story skyscraper, at least one bomb was installed in the structural weakness of each floor.

All it takes is the man to gently press the red button in the center of the remote control, and the entire building will be reduced to ashes in the bright firelight!

"Your military is really slow, and not a single tank has entered the blockade line yet."

The black-haired man lifted his chin with his right hand and sighed, "I'm almost rusty when I wait." ”

Directly in front of him, on a large screen, surveillance footage of the vicinity of the building was being played, and countless armored vehicles were gathered here.

But he didn't seem to be surprised by the net, and even smiled slightly.

Outlaw

Su Yuji trembled slightly, she could see that the young leader of the international mercenary organization was not pretending.

He's enjoying how it feels right now.

-- The thrill of being hated by the whole world!

This is a complete lunatic!

The clock on the wall, slowly ticking the hour hand.

After another five minutes of the hour needle, the black-haired man whistled and casually pressed a button on the detonator.

[Boom!] 】

In the corner of the thirteenth floor, a deafening explosion resounded in the sky!

In the light of the blazing fire, the whole building shuddered and dust was scattered.

“Perfect――！”

Amid laughter, the black-haired man spread his arms and walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the army that had begun to panic.

"His Royal Highness...... If you don't come, your princess, you'll die here. ”

He muttered softly, then laughed again.

In the echoing laughter, Su Yuji closed her eyes in pain, and the despair in her heart became more and more intense.

Where are you?

This time, facing the same desperate situation of life and death, the figure that came to her mind was not the gentle woman...... It's her younger brother.

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Nandu City Hall.

"Why don't you send psykers to attack!?"

In front of Lin Huaimin, a middle-aged man slammed his fist on the desk and roared, "There are 1,146 lives there!" Are all the people in the central organs dead!? ”

Lin Huaimin looked at the extremely angry in front of him and was silent.

This is a middle-aged man who has gone through vicissitudes, wearing the uniform of the highest rank in the Nandu police system, but like a reckless man on the street, roaring in front of his top boss.

"Hua Qing...... Check it out. Finally, Lin Huaimin sighed and pushed the laptop on the table to Hua Qing's eyes.

Hua Qing's anger did not subside, but when he caught a glimpse of the words on the computer out of the corner of his eye, it was like falling into an ice cellar.

It was the profile of a dark-haired man.

At the top of the page, a blood-stained skull smirks silently.

"Firestealer, Prometheus." Lin Huaimin's expression was heavy, and he said, "Black Domain, the first seat." ”

"Pro...... Mitheus. Hua Qing repeated the name with difficulty, muttering to himself, "The miracle that killed the second sequence of psionics with a pure mortal body? ”

Lin Huaimin nodded silently.

The world fell silent for a moment.

The Fire Stealer, Prometheus.

I don't know my name, I don't know my origin, I crossed the trench of heaven and man with a mortal body, killed countless psionic beings in the Black Domain, and ascended to the first throne!

"It's impossible for the central authorities to send psykers...... This is the imperial capital! ”

After a long silence, Lin Huaimin sighed: "If the person on the top floor of the building is not Prometheus, we can drag him into the abyss of death together at the price of being wiped out by the Protectors...... But he is not a psyker at all, and is not interfered with by Bermuda's ban! ”

"Even if the central organ pours out, it is impossible to kill the Protector before he strikes!"

"In the end, it's just a wasted effort."

Hua Qing's body trembled violently, and he struggled, "Then what can we do?" ”

"Mindfulness...... It's changing. ”

A simple sentence, but it seems to have exhausted Lin Huaimin's whole strength.

The most respected person in Nandu was like an old man, weakly supporting his forehead with his hands, and his eyes were full of sadness.

"Who can break this deadlock?"

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When another time bomb was detonated on the skyscraper, the news of the outbreak of the crisis was also detonated and spread in the world of the Internet like a virus.

From Sina to Phoenix, the front pages of countless news websites have been occupied by appalling headlines, such as International Mercenaries, Nandu International Financial Building, Time Bomb, Orange Alert, and martial law in military regions...... explosive words, and then detonated the attention of the entire Internet.

Countless people's first reaction when they opened the news page and saw the headline was almost unbelievable, but after reading the entire newsletter, they all started to reprint it like crazy!

In the unofficial forums such as Tianya, Tieba, and Weibo, news that is more exaggerated than official news has spread rapidly, and hot posts have exploded the website in an instant!

The people in Nandu are the first source of information at the scene of the crisis, disseminating the latest information to the outside world.

-- Just as the homepage of a well-known live broadcast website ranks first, it has long been firmly occupied by the live broadcast of a crisis scene.

"Audience friends, right now, I am on a residential building about 1,100 meters away from the Nandu International Financial Building. From this angle, you can see the smoke from the bomb just detonated......"

The anchor was a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl, at this time, her face was a little pale, and she pointed her mobile phone at the building in the distance, and the screen trembled slightly.

In the live broadcast room, countless barrages have already completely covered the entire video, and every second that passes, the number of viewers is increasing wildly!

And the pomp and circumstance of the Internet is far from the end of this crisis.

From the southern metropolis, to the Internet, and eventually, the intelligence of the crisis permeates the reality of the entire republic! (To be continued.) )