"Team leader, what's the next step?"
A young agent looked at Tang Qi with a trembling voice and helpless eyes.
Tang Qi stared at the screen, his teeth grinding together, the muscles in his cheeks twitching.
"Organize more people!"
He looked up, his eyes bloodshot, and roared, "Get the brothers still outside moving! Use whatever ans necessary, bring as many as you can! Charge towards the west gate! As long as we get through that gap, we'll have a chance to survive!"
"It's impossible... Team leader..."
The team mber in charge of traffic monitoring took his hands off the keyboard and slumped into his chair with a look of despair.
"The scene was chaotic... all the main roads were blocked."
“Those Japanese people have gone mad. They don’t listen to any instructions. They’re trampling each other, causing car accidents, fights... and the roads are completely blocked.”
Another team mber responsible for statistics also took off his headphones.
"Moreover... less than one in a thousand have successfully escaped so far."
"It's too late."
Before he could finish speaking...
A piercing scream ca through the communicator.
That was an observation post they had set up in the third block, codenad "Falcon," run by a veteran with ten years of experience and extrely strong ntal fortitude.
But his screams were filled with an unprecedented terror.
"Aaaaaah—! My hands! My hands are dry!"
The screams abruptly stopped.
Then ca a crisp sound, like a dead tree breaking.
"Clatter".
Imdiately following was the silence of the communicator hitting the ground.
"Falcon?! Falcon responds!"
Tang Qi grabbed the communicator and shouted the other party's code na into the microphone.
"Sizzle..."
A mont later, a voice finally ca through the communicator again.
But that was no longer Falcon's powerful voice; it was a weak, feeble groan, as if he might die at any mont.
"The targets of Kujo Hiroharu's sacrifice this ti... are probably not just ordinary people..."
"Even professionals like us are being included..."
"Sorry, team leader..."
"I... I might not be able to evacuate..."
"If there is a next life... I want to go back to my hotown... and see my mother..."
beep--
Communication was completely cut off.
The lifeline representing the "Falcon" stretched into a glaring straight line on the screen.
"Bang!"
Tang Qi slamd his fist hard on the alloy tabletop, his knuckles instantly tearing ★ 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ★ open and bleeding profusely.
But he couldn't feel any pain.
Only a surge of overwhelming anger and a sense of powerlessness exploded in my chest.
"Hongji Kujo..."
Tang Qi gritted his teeth and squeezed out the na: "Absolutely insane! He's trying to drag the entire city down with him to his dead ancestor!"
The command post was completely silent.
Everyone looked at Tang Qi, awaiting the final command.
Or, they may be awaiting the final verdict.
Tang Qi took a breath, forcibly suppressing the stinging in his eyes.
He is the supre commander here; he cannot afford to lose his composure, much less collapse.
"Everyone, listen to my command."
Tang Qi's voice regained its composure.
"Abandon this rescue mission."
"Abandon all baggage and equipnt."
"Everyone... evacuate Tokyo imdiately!"
"That's an order!"
Since he couldn't save others, he at least wanted to keep the brothers who had risked their lives for him alive.
The current trend is irreversible; this is a disaster that no human power can withstand.
They have done all they could.
They even paid a heavy price.
Even if he had to go back to a military court, even if he had to bear the stigma of being a deserter, Tang Qi accepted it.
His only thought now is to get more of his comrades out of this ghost town alive.
"The God of Change..."
Tang Qi glanced subconsciously at the Takamagahara region on the screen, which still displayed "unknown".
I wonder if that all-powerful person actually found Kujo Hiroharu's location.
If anyone could stop this catastrophe.
I'm afraid it can only be him.
"Walk!"
Without further hesitation, Tang Qi turned around and pulled up Maeda Hanae, who had been silently standing in the corner.
"Stay close to !"
Maeda Hanae's face was pale, but her eyes were resolute.
She gripped Tang Qi's hand tightly in return, her fingertips icy cold.
The two rushed out of the underground bunker and returned to the surface.
It had just begun to erge.
A dry, hot wind carrying a strange fragrance swept over .
That's not the scent of flowers.
That's the sll that cos out when life force is forcibly extracted and the soul is burned.
On the street.
Even though Tang Qi had prepared himself ntally, he was still shocked when he saw what was happening before him.
Where is this still the human world?
This is hell!
No, even hell is probably not this hopeless.
There was no bloodshed, no severed limbs.
There were only "sculptures" scattered all over the ground.
Countless people who were running, screaming, and crying remained in their original positions, but had turned into withered and stiff corpses.
Their skin clung tightly to their bones, their eye sockets were sunken, and their mouths were wide open, like dried salted fish.
A gust of wind blew by.
"Splash..."
The clothes on the mummies fluttered in the wind, making a sickening rustling sound.
So corpses, having lost their moisture, beca extrely fragile and crumbled at the slightest breeze, turning into a pile of dry bones.
And in mid-air.
Countless golden rays of light drifted out from these corpses, converging into vast, flowing golden rivers.
They ignored gravity and the buildings, rushing madly in the sa direction.
That's the direction of Ise Grand Shrine.
That is the destination of death.
"Don't look!"
Tang Qi roared and grabbed Maeda Hanae's head, pulling her into his arms.
"Don't watch if you don't want to die!"
"Run! Run west!"
He no longer had the ability to save more people.
Faced with this indiscriminate massacre of the entire city, he, an S-class agent, was nothing more than a slightly stronger ant.
Tang Qi, holding Maeda Kaori's hand, ran wildly toward the west gate.
As professionals, they are very fast.
The two wandered through the desolate buildings, crushing countless unknown skeletons beneath their feet.
"Tang Qijun..."
As she ran, Maeda Hanae's voice suddenly trembled slightly.
"What's wrong? Don't talk! Save your energy!"
Without turning his head, Tang Qi increased his speed again.
Once you cross that street, you'll see the gap in the West Gate!
There are Great Xia's support troops there!
Once we get there, we'll be safe!
"No... Tang Qijun..."
Maeda Hanae's voice trembled with a hint of a sob, and her steps beca unsteady.
"I...I think..."
"I can't run anymore..."
Before he could finish speaking...
Maeda Hanae's hand slipped from Tang Qi's grasp.
"thump!"
She fell heavily to the ground.
"Flower branch!"
Tang Qi's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly stopped and turned back.
He scooped the woman up from the ground, his face filled with panic.
"What's wrong? Are you hurt?"
However.
When he saw the face of the person in his arms, Tang Qi froze on the spot.
Maeda Hanae's face was turning deathly pale at a visible speed.
Her once plump and rosy skin quickly beca dry and shriveled.
Deep wrinkles have crept onto the delicate corners of her eyes.
Her once jet-black and lustrous hair had turned gray and white, starting from the roots, inch by inch, like withered straw.
That's life force slipping away.
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