If you ask Roland: what is the most impressive thing about living in Yalforheim? In addition to the high-rise buildings, high technology, numerous laws and regulations, uniforms on the streets, and racial discrimination, nothing impressed him the most was the frequent and almost abnormal evacuation training.

Yalfheim not only has world-class technology and military power, but its civil defense system is also shaky ahead of its time, and other countries can be said to have no concept of "civil defense".

The so-called civil defense is the abbreviation of civil protection. It is the government's activities to mobilize and organize the masses to take air raids, disaster relief measures, rescue operations, and disaster prevention and mitigation. In wartime, it is part of the overall war, and it also has the function of disaster prevention and mitigation in peacetime. The Civil Defence of Alfheim is fully developed in the letter of the law: the Civil Defence Act clearly stipulates that all buildings must be equipped with underground bunkers, generators, air filtration devices, fire extinguishing devices and thermal insulation, which can fully withstand air raids, poison gases, flooding, In the case of incendiary bomb attacks, anti-aircraft towers equipped with large-caliber anti-aircraft guns should be built in important neighborhoods, and 10~20 households in each community should form a residents' mutual aid association, and residents must remember the large civil defense facilities and evacuation points near their workplaces and residences, and have the obligation to participate in evacuation training unconditionally.

As a result, whether it is a working day or a holiday, whether it is a class or a meal, Alfheim will always suddenly sound a burst of air defense sirens from time to time, and the residents will put on gas masks and fireproof heat insulation clothing as quickly as possible, put on refuge backpacks, and divide them into communities, units, schools, etc., and begin to queue up in an orderly manner to enter the civil defense facilities under the guidance of relevant staff......

At that time, I was only numb and tired of this kind of overly frequent acting, but later, as I grew older and experienced, I gradually realized that it was a precautionary move under the special national conditions and system, and now it seems that even if it is not the quasi-wartime system that prepares for war all day long and the paranoid security concept of the elves that are almost delusional of victimization. If we had mastered the basic knowledge of evacuation and had the help of a grassroots organization such as a neighborhood mutual aid association, we would not have been unable to move at a critical moment when we needed to retreat.

"Don't pile up anything other than the necessary food and water! Parents take care of their children, and young and strong men wait for the next carriage. Let the women, the children, and the elderly get into the first carriage! Everyone can get into the carriage, come one by one, don't crowd!"

Roland shouted with a trumpet rolled up in iron sheets, and no matter how hoarse he shouted, the villagers who carried, carried, and carried large and small luggage were still in a mess. The quarrels and roars of men, the wails of women and children, and the sobs of old people were all heard, and the scene was chaotic like an ant's nest that had been stabbed.

In the event of a sudden disaster, it is human nature to take with you as much as you can. But this is not a rational move to evacuate. In the event of a fire, it is used to rescue property. This is true of those who died in the fire, those who went to the lifeboat with heavy luggage in spite of the shipwreck, and the people who led the dinghy to capsize and die in the belly of the fish, and the villagers who wasted time packing their luggage and immobilized the carriage when the mob was in full swing.

"Really...... I don't understand human beings. ”

Looking at the villagers who were still noisy, the spider sighed.

People will always die, and sooner or later death will visit everyone equally. So, what's the point of prolonging life? If you're trying your best to live? Why do we behave in a way that is completely contrary to our end and purpose?

I don't understand.

Still, the spider has a clue to what to do in such a situation.

It is necessary to calm the chaotic masses in the shortest possible time. The simplest and most effective way to obey orders is to kill people. Kill one or two leaders or the most noisy ones, and the rest will naturally be obedient like chickens.

A strong man, a noisy woman, a crying child, and an old man struggling to carry it.

After carefully selecting the target. Spread your fingers, and the spider silk that is enough to cut flesh and bones is ready to go.

"Listen, everybody! I have a special order signed by the Governor, and I can act cheaply in case of emergency. According to the authority conferred by the order, the local treasury of the special zone can be allocated to compensate the residents! All those who unload their luggage will be compensated three times as much afterwards!"

There was silence. Everyone stared at the piece of paper held aloft in the air. Five seconds later, the people in the carriage screamed and threw the goods off the wagon, as if they were discarding garbage, and it was impossible to imagine how these things had been carefully lifted up five minutes earlier.

"I'm probably going to be scolded to death by the people in the finance department......

Looking at the flow of people who greatly accelerated the speed of retreat, Roland wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and a wry smile appeared on his face.

It has only been half a year since the establishment of the Special Economic Zone, and despite the support provided by the consortium and the Charlemagne government, coupled with the optimization of infrastructure and various preferential policies to attract investment, the commercial activities of the Special Economic Zone have flourished, and the financial situation is quite good. But all of a sudden, they had to bear the reconstruction work of the Tails and the additional compensation for the loss of the villagers' personal property, and it was three times as much...... No matter how obedient the accountant of the finance department usually is, after seeing that bill, his eyes will definitely be red, and he will pounce on Roland three times as fast as he can.

"Don't worry about that. ”

Minerva on the side interjected:

"The lord who left behind his people and fled alone, the strict Titans who lost his temper before and during the event - there must be someone to pay for their stupidity, and if a little compensation can settle it, I believe they will be happy to pay. ”

There is still much to be said in this statement, but there is nothing wrong with the arguments, and there is nothing to refute by others.

"Then it's decided. ”

Roland smiled and nodded in response, Minerva thought for a moment and asked:

"Anyway, why didn't you disclose your identity just now? Compared with the vague order, the identity of the governor is obviously more deterrent and more beneficial to the subsequent retreat command. ”

"If I really say that I am the governor, I am afraid that the scene will be more chaotic. ”

People who are at a loss in the chaos will grasp even a glimmer of hope regardless of a single thing, and under the influence of the herd mentality, this behavior will become even stronger. Conversely, if one raises a strong, seemingly irrefutable question of this hope, the undecided masses are likely to prefer to remain with the status quo rather than choose the second option, which seems dangerous.

"I've been in public before as the 'Captain of a Second Class Commando Team on a secret mission. Most of the people in the village knew about it. Now tell them that I am in fact the Governor of the Special Administrative Region, and that they will not accept it when no one can prove my identity and that they suspect each other, but they will wonder if I am a liar with other plans. In contrast, add a message that seems self-justifying to what is already available. It's easier for them to accept. ”

This already belongs to the category of psychological warfare, and a smart Minerva also spent a little time digesting and understanding, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

(Only this aspect is completely in line with identity, should it be said to be clever or unlucky...... ）

Minerva still does not know the true relationship between the consortium and Alfheim, but regards the consortium as an important partner of Alfheim, and does not know the true identity of Li Lin, but this does not affect her judgment of Li Lin.

Cunning, ruthless, cruel, arrogant, hypocritical, and at the same time capable, scheming, and skillful, it is really suitable for a person who commands a consortium.

From the standpoint of the Charlemagne royal family. I never want a strong consortium leader to emerge after Li Lin, even if it is not a horse master. But in the current delicate situation, it can also be troubling for the future president of the consortium to be too cowardly. Fortunately, Roland's appearance for more than half a year is enough to prove that he is indeed a candidate who meets everyone's expectations - excellent coordination and organization skills, creative and feasible ideas, and most importantly, good popularity, not full of high-pressure posture like Li Lin.

This should be good news for those who are fed up with the domineering style of the consortium, and Minerva doesn't hate it at all. But...... For some reason, she vaguely felt. It may not be a good thing, but she can't say what the bad is. Keep your worries and doubts down. Minerva turned her attention back to the retreating villagers.

Spurred on by the will to survive and the high compensation, the progress has increased dramatically, and the first carriage is ready to go. But at this juncture, the soldier in charge of counting the number of people asked:

"Strange...... Why do you seem to be missing a few people?"

Roland, who frowned slightly, looked at him.

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Money is enough to make people obediently obey orders, and it can also save people's lives at critical moments.

But at the end of the day. Money is just money, not an all-powerful god, and naturally has its limits. People can leave behind the property they have carefully guarded because of a large amount of compensation, and no matter how sincere others say and how good the evidence is. Never change your attitude, even if real money is in front of you, you will insist on being a maverick.

For example, when the village is in chaos, a family who insists on fleeing alone.

Men haul wagons on farming horses, carrying all the possessions they could take with them, a 32-year-old wife and a 15-year-old daughter, as they prepare to leave the village along the inaccessible path.

The road, which the head of the family had stumbled upon and seemed to be the exclusive preserve of illegal merchants, had all but forgotten about it. I never imagined that at this critical moment, this trail, which was once considered dangerous, would actually play a role in this form.

The man didn't believe what the young man said, it was a very suspicious thing to have a higher status than the lord at that age, as for what kind of "special order"...... How could one believe something that no one had ever seen and could not confirm to be true? In the end, even if what he said was true, what reason did the officers of Titans have to come to the rescue of the Castilians, who were like pigs and dogs in their eyes? There must be some unknown conspiracy in this. It may be that they are intended to keep their mouths shut to cover up what is happening in the village, or they may be intended to trick them into being sold by slave traders and taking advantage of the opportunity to make a fortune.

Once doubts and imaginations arise, they develop in an uncontrollable direction, and eventually become paranoid thoughts. In addition, the man still had a small abacus of "even if it is all true, take all the family property away and hide it, and still receive compensation", he and his wife finally decided to escape alone.

They simply chose a point of no return for themselves, and the process did not take more than 10 minutes.

In general, the retreat should be directed towards migratory herbivores, such as bison and zebras, in groups, which are equally risky but have a relatively high chance of survival. Traveling alone like this is much riskier.

Thieves, thugs, Titans, dangerous species, and - beasts disguised as humanoids.

"That's ...... Marlowe, the bartender at the hotel?"

The man muttered suspiciously, he occasionally went to the hotel bar for a drink in his spare time, and he was familiar with this bartender who liked to tell low-level meat jokes, and he recognized at a glance the staggering figure in the alley as the bartender Marlo Escobar.

Is this guy drunk?

With doubts, the man got out of the carriage, cautiously leaned forward, reached behind his back and clutched the dagger at his waist, and floated over with a moaning to himself.

"I'm hungry......"

"Hey, Marlowe, what's wrong with you?"

"I'm going to be hungry......!!"

These were the last words the man heard, and before he could understand the meaning of those words, the scenery in front of him changed dramatically.

The pupils of the alley and the bartender were marked with a headless body gushing blood from the broken neck, and the wife and daughter screamed with horror.

What's going on here-

The mouth that couldn't make a sound closed one by one, and the next second it was shattered along with the whole head.

The bartender who likes to tell dirty jokes is gone, and standing in front of the two women is an alien that doesn't match any known creature.

It resembles a human in size, and walks upright on its feet like a human, but its hands and feet are divided into many segments. Even from a distance, you can see overdeveloped muscle bundles stretching the skin until it bulges. The whole face cracked like a blooming flower, the inside of the "petals" was covered with sharp teeth, the man's scalp and eyeballs hung on the dense teeth, and the "flower plate" - that is, the position of the back of the head extended a few tentacles with eyeballs, looking at the corpses that were still hot, and looking at the mother and daughter who were trembling together.

"Isn't one adult male enough to fill your stomach, or is it that in order to become that man, you have to kill two women and make them into reserves?"

In the night, there was youthful laughter and applause.

Alien looked back with the mother and daughter, and the teenager in a black dress sat on the eaves, clapping his hands and laughing.

"It's a masterpiece. I originally thought it was just a failed real yàn body, but I didn't expect to evolve the ability to transform and know how to become a devouring object to blend in with the crowd, this is really a great discovery of the century!"

Like a child who saw something new, the boy kept shouting innocently, and his handsome appearance was covered with a layer of bewitching colors under the light of the fire and the moonlight, and the mother and daughter, who were close to death, were stunned for a while.

After laughing for a while, the boy lowered his head deeply, the corners of his mouth were crooked on his reraised face, and his lips were slightly grinned, looking more like hell on the lower half of his face than on a smile.

Then, the sound coming from there may be the mockery of hell.

"It's funny, but I'm tired of it, can I ask you all to die?"

As soon as the words fell, the muzzle of the 13mm caliber burst out with a strong light to illuminate the dark alley. (To be continued......)