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Chapter 124 Ghost Resurrection
When Xia Xia and Bai Jingan walked towards the police car, the reporters chased after them and kept asking questions. For a while, everyone was yelling. At noon, the blooming garden was like a flood bursting a bank, and the voices formed a frantic roar.
"Besides He Dingliu, have you killed other important people?" someone cried.
"You have enough ability to get the list of the real power holders at the upper level, what is the purpose next?"
"Are you the leader of the Resistance?!"
Summer walked to the car and turned to look at them.
For a while, everyone was quiet.
He stood under the light, and the shadows were equally strong, making his whole figure gloomy, as if facing the whole world of light.
They looked at him as if he was not made of flesh and blood, but made up of gold, gems, gun smoke, gunfire...or some kind of very symbolic treasure. He did not belong to the mediocre and chaotic world. Everyone wanted to follow him. What to get there.
At this moment, the scene was as if war was imminent, and fanatics looked at their gods.
Bai Jingan exchanged glances with Xia Xia, and he could clearly see the interesting coldness in that person's eyes, which was a kind of coldness unique to the killing show players. No passion can be ignited, it will only coldly calculate all the chances of survival and destruction of others.
He didn't say a word.
The sun was slightly slanted, and the summer cast a dark shadow, too strong to dissolve, but the appearance under the light was breathtaking.
He turned and returned to the car. It was an armored police car-a temporary black hole for felons-but he was almost on the throne.
Before Bai Jingan got into the car, he glanced at the people around him for the last time, and there was still no one talking. It is hard to imagine that so many people would be so quiet, with countless eyes lit by mysterious and dark things.
Nearly ten years ago, the monsters in the lower city were dismembered and markedly priced and turned into safe entertainment. However, after so many years of brewing, focusing and training, the illusion is becoming stronger and stronger in people’s sight, and it is finally frantically trying to find it. A dependent entity.
The blazing sun burned in the upper city, but it was chilling. Countless ghosts opened their eyes.
Xia Tian got into the car, he leaned on the black alloy car, straightened his legs, and smiled at the sun outside.
He was recorded by countless cameras, copied, played and discussed repeatedly. The warrior from the lower city sits in the shadow that is close to the light. The light and shadow are divided into sharp lines. His smile is proud, cold and brilliant. He is never a plaything on the uptown entertainment show. It belongs to the anger on the surface. The darkness has never stopped resisting. No one is supposed to be someone else's plaything.
The huge and angry ghost is about to resurrect on the God of War.
Must be resurrected.
Yakovsky was drunk in the bathroom, surrounded by a lot of empty wine bottles.
The assistant rushed in and pushed him awake, with a look of excitement... or nervousness, he probably couldn't tell. Yakovsky had a splitting headache, curled his head in the empty bottle, really wanting to die again.
The man said, "Something has happened!"
Yakovsky was motionless, thinking that there would be major events in the city all day long, and at every turn, he would be feasting, devastating, magnificent works and phenomena-he now has a roll of "phenomenal" toilet paper next to him-not worth it Moved from the bathroom.
"They found that Xia Tian and Bai Jingan were the top leaders of the Resistance!" the assistant called again.
Yakovsky's mind was blank for a while, thinking that he was probably dreaming, or hallucinations after taking too much medicine. The Resistance Army is a common element in uptown entertainment, accompanied by various explosions, wars, destruction and end times. There are Xia Xia and Bai Jingan in the dream. It's a masterpiece, sure to make addicts crazy for a while——
He suddenly woke up.
It was a cold and creepy waking up, like in a horror movie you opened your eyes in a dark room and found yourself in the same room with the monster. The ghost breathes against the back of your neck.
He struggled to sit up from a pile of empty wine bottles, pressing his hangover head, shaking his hands violently. The assistant was still yelling--the other one rushed to find the medical kit--but saw his expression and closed his mouth uncertainly.
Yakovsky turned his head and saw himself in his eyes. Those who don't know think that the end is here, everyone should scream for their lives neatly.
So he smiled to show that the situation was normal, but the other person's expression was even more horrified. He looks like a lunatic foretold disaster in mythology, nobody likes him.
"Speak slowly." He said to him.
"The police said that Xia Tian and Bai Jingan were high-ranking rebels, and they have obtained conclusive evidence. People from the rebels may have infiltrated many important departments in the upper city—" the other party said, "They have been there, Yakovsky. Sir, it’s crazy outside. We formed a temporary planning team—everyone is waiting—"
At this moment, the chief assistant rushed over and gave him a shot of palliative medicine. In the next second, the pain slowly subsided under the coax of modern medical technology, hiding in the bone marrow, waiting for the next outbreak.
Yakovsky stood up obliquely holding the toilet, and the assistant carefully supported him.
"Briefing," he said.
The assistant trained to send the video briefing over, and Yakovsky watched it while washing his face in this doomsday prelude, poured another half glass of wine, and threw himself on the chair.
On his throne, countless related videos, surveillance and briefings opened around him, and the world unfolded in the form of data, clear, tragic and crazy.
When that happened, Tian and Bai Jingan were captured three hours away from the main city police station.
The Floating Gold Group just released them on bail—the evidence was ineffective, and it was basically a script—and there would be three hours just because the company wanted to use it to create a wave of enthusiasm.
This is the resistance army, the object of conspiracy theories in the upper city for nearly ten years, the hero nailed to the rock, the god in the illusion, the enemy and lover in the dream of the entire floating world. No matter how good it is.
Everyone outside is following and guessing what terrible encounters these two "rebel leaders" will have in the police station. Yakovsky is sure that those people think too much. These two people are the pinnacle of the uptown entertainment industry People, a police station can't bully him.
The most terrible encounter between the two at the police station is probably the endless signatures.
However, he still instructed the people below to carry out all kinds of terrible guesses and analyses, which heated up the sense of crisis and created an atmosphere that was imminent.
The main video clip of the official website was quickly put in place. Under the noon sun, the murderous intent of the two people in the video was so strong that they could ignite people across the screen.
They didn't touch each other, kept the distance between each other's comrades-in-arms, and exchanged glances from time to time. The shadow still exists, but... those eye exchanges are not only for tactical intent, but more for habit and peace of mind.
No power can separate them.
In the real-time video, Yakovsky saw that they were leaving the police station. The sun was already slanting westward, oozing a restless red.
Summer's gun was casually inserted in his back waist, without any intention of concealing. The sunlight coated his long hair with a burning orange, which was never the soft fur of pets on the blankets of the powerful.
Bai Jingan walked beside him, not like a tactical plan, but more like a soldier tempered by blood and gunfire, reflecting the cold light in the calm building.
The two of them were talking about a battle during the riot in Zone N. Xia Tian said: "——The scene is very big, and the explosion can be seen from far away."
"I like explosions." Bai Jingan said.
Xia Xia laughed, Bai Jingan also laughed at him, the language and body movements were very familiar and relaxed. The shadow is still there, but it seems to be able to fill in all the defects when we are together.
Sometimes this world is so simple to destroy, but sometimes it is extremely difficult.
There will always be that kind of things, good things, and you have to stubbornly stay the same in hell.
They walked through the bright floor-to-ceiling windows of the hall, and stepped on the modern buildings of the main city as if walking on the battlefield.
Xia Xia began to talk to Bai Jingan about a kill again, smiling brilliantly and dangerously. Bai Jingan watched him intently, the hot sun spreading around them, and the two evil stars gestured and talked, all overwhelmingly murderous.
Yakovsky heard Xiaxia say: "I like explosions so much."
A red warning curve on the main screen rose sharply like a stern note.
At the same moment, all the surrounding floating screens reacted, as if someone dropped a boulder from the void, the wave instantly flooded the city, blood gushed out, and the eyes were chaotic.
Yakovsky stayed there, watching the scene before him.
It was an overhead video of a floating city. He wasn't sure where it was for a while. The city and the city are the same these days. They are copied endlessly, with the same chain of hotels, restaurants, shopping malls, and gyms. It's just that some places are more prosperous, with denser flesh and blood in buildings, neon lights and gutters.
But on the west side of this wildly growing city, a huge collapse is taking place.
Large buildings collapsed like paper boxes, lakes and streams roared, trees trembled crazily, and fell to the ground. The floating giant beast that had eaten countless flesh and blood was dying and let out a stern roar, resounding through the world.
Someone in the video yelled: "The floating engine in the Black Forest District of Xicheng City, Seventh Satellite City!"
"Sink!"
Yakovsky thought, to be precise, the Purgatory Death Penalty Entertainment Park on the west edge of the Seventh Satellite City...sinked.
More close-up information rushed into the field of vision frantically. He saw familiar gardens and abandoned buildings. There were important shooting areas for several TV stations—main TV stations and Internet private stations—used to engage in death row inmates torture games. .
The entertainment-related industry of the death penalty inmates in Uptown is so huge, there are a lot of unseen interest struggles in it. It has swallowed many innocent people who have caused trouble or are too good-looking. It is another part of the entertainment industry in Uptown A place where dirt is hidden.
Now, this delicate and cruel toy shattered and fell downward, and the bottom was pitch black, like an abyss.
Follow-up information surged like a wave, and the organization immediately announced responsibility.
The signs of the rebels burning in the ruins were dazzlingly red. This group claimed to be the rebels. There were about three hundred people-the local security company temporarily guessed-with heavy weapons. After a fierce gun battle, thirty died. Many people rushed into the heavily protected floating engine maintenance area.
It is no longer a clever viral invasion, but a large-scale, planned, and purely violent destruction.
While watching the red attention curve on the Internet, Yakovsky quickly checked the information announcing responsibility-most people just wrote a paragraph. This group of people wrote a book, indicating that the charges for this entertainment park are completely exhausted.
The authorities also requested the immediate release of Xia Tian and Bai Jingan.
Yakovsky did not know who was in the lead. Before today, he was definitely not a resistance army.
But half an hour ago, they were.
The host of the report had an excited tone of war coming, saying that these people had a clear retreat plan and were by no means pure thugs who committed suicide attacks. Now the local police and security company have intervened in the hunt, but there is no clue. The way he speaks is almost burning in front of the camera.
Yakovsky thought that before this, these people must have imagined how to destroy that place many times, until the police station in the main city firmly stated in front of the camera that the two people were "high-ranking resistance", Xia Tian and Bai Jingan Laughing brazenly under the blazing sun.
All anger and desire for destruction have found an outlet.
He looked out the window and laughed wildly.
The afternoon sun was hot orange and red, shrouded in the calm main city.
But an incomparably huge shadow fell. It is the dead resurrected from hell, the dark justice, irresistible, as if retribution.
Everyone believes so.
And will die of this confused, painful, and desperate fanaticism.