It's almost like a rebellion!
If you asure it by human standards, it's more like the aftermath of a blaze of fury, a vague and distant cold snort...
What on earth is happening?
Can't figure it out.
Ji Jue's thoughts raced as he dipped his at in the sauce, replaying everything he had experienced in recent days in his mind. He could confirm that the source of the upheaval wasn't in Tower City.
Maybe what's really involved is all of Central Earth?
So who is the puppet master behind it… the Empire or the Federation?
Could it be that these two things are up to so misdeeds again?!
One can't bla Ji Jue for having stereotypes; after all, those with such scale in the present world are few and far between, and the people or organizations capable of such are countable.
If the Heavenly Furnace was behind this, the visible manifestation of stars descending like embers would be impossible to hide.
And at this mont, even though the Mutated Aura over Tower City is above the limit, when is it ever not above the limit? It hasn't reached its peak yet, so it can be confird there is no Holy Fool pushing from behind.
So aside from the Federation and the Empire, who else could it be?
Ultimately, there's too little intel, can't figure it out.
Ti to eat, ti to eat!
In monts of distraction, Old Gou was about to scoop up all the at!
This damn thing is still eating silently...
Bang!
The tempered glass vibrated again, amidst the fierce wind, the entire unfinished building shook violently, once, twice, again and again...
The lights flickered vigorously.
Oh no, that damned Dugu, would he give sothing fake? Is it about to give out? Just how much did that dog swindle from the project!
Soon, Ji Jue realized he was mistaken.
It wasn't Dugu Ming who embezzled...
Because, as the building shook, a thunderous rumble echoed from the end of the torrential rain, the ground trembled, the whole Tower City seed to sway.
"An earthquake?!"
Yan Fei instinctively picked up his brother's wheelchair, ready to flee.
"Not an earthquake."
Ji Jue's expression turned cold, as the bad news he had expected ca to him:
"...The dam outside the city has collapsed."
Accompanied by the typhoon and rainstorm, the water level continually rising, the dam on the northern side of Tower City, once jointly funded by the Federation and the Empire and built by the Tower City town hall, finally collapsed as expected.
Just don't know, after the commissioners took their share, how much scraps were left for the project. Now no one cares.
Amidst the rumbling sound, a massive muddy flow surged, raging along the long-dry riverbed, sweeping down from the mountainside.
Rushing toward the pitch-black slums below...
Ji Jue's phone gently vibrated as several ssages ca in at once.
The Tower City governnt issued an announcent: Due to a once-in-a-century flood impact, the dam has collapsed. Citizens should not worry; it won't affect the urban area.
Following was the town hall's ergency rescue team ad, claiming the floods are rciless but people have compassion, pledging 24-hour service to ensure your property suffers no loss, with fees listed...
Next was the reminder from insurance companies Imperial Grand and Federal Hearts, stating that damage from Heavenly Calamities is not covered under insurance...
Lastly, ca the military base's warning that martial law is coming to the urban area, advising not to wield weapons or wander casually.
Most of those receiving the ssage would curse aloud, then put down their phones with cold snorts.
After all, Tower City's urban area sits high; no matter how the flood ravages, it cannot be subrged, naturally carefree and worry-free… Sadly, the urban area referred to is only the bustling, corporate-clustered zone, which is less than a tenth compared to the whole Tower City.
The remaining nine-tenths of shanties and slums, camped out in the wild outside the city, are not included.
The Federation would mouth equality for all, and the Empire might pen a few lines about protecting the people.
But in Central Earth...
No need to be polite, feel free to say aloud, beggars are like cockroaches, besides being unsightly, they have no use.
Inferior people are not considered people.
If they die, they die, it doesn't matter.
Amongst the raging storm, Tower City stood firm like a mountain, completely unshaken.
In Central City, at entryways and checkpoints, armored vehicles under the downpour shot out lights, gazing indifferently at the dirty faces trying to sneak into the urban area amidst the chaos.
With a click.
The sound of bullets being loaded ca from the vehicle.
In the distance, amidst the gradually rising floodwaters, the roaring torrents mixed with the thunder from the heavens above, becoming indistinguishable.
"Mr. Ji..."
When Ji Jue picked up the phone again, a tired, hoarse voice sounded from the other side, faintly mixed with children crying and noisy clamoring, "I think, I... I need your help."
"No need to stand on ceremony, Elder Longge."
Ji Jue answered firmly, "Ti is pressing, what do you need? Organize evacuations or transfer victims?"
"Both, could you possibly open the factory temporarily?"
The elder of the Chongguang Church sat on a wheelchair, struggling to wade through the gradually rising muddy water: "The church has taken in so holess children and unfortunate individuals with physical impairnts. I promise not to bring you any additional trouble, I just hope..."
"No problem."
Ji Jue answered decisively: "Just give the location, aside from that, is there anything else you need? dicine? Ergency supplies? I've prepared so here, just don't know if it's enough."
"I have quite a few here too, but I need to trouble you with transportation."
Long Ge paused for a mont, seed to let out a long sigh of relief: "I still have so manpower here, they will help with the transfer."
"It's just a lift of the hand, no need to worry, I'll arrange it. Please organize your people to prepare for evacuation." Ji Jue hung up the phone, stood up, and looked towards the puzzled Yan Fei.
"Full?"
"Ah?" Yan Fei subconsciously put down his chopsticks, stood up and straightened: "Full, yes, full."
"If you're full, then get to work. It's urgent, after all, you're a Chosen One. If there's sothing that can be done, do even a bit..." Ji Jue pointed to his phone, the data was imdiately transmitted: "What are you waiting for? Go quickly!"
At the sa ti, his phone screen flickered.
In the raging storm, the factory outside the city suddenly lit up brightly.
In the silent workshop, forklifts automatically started, lifting the production equipnt that wasn't much use anymore and stacked them at the corner.
At the sa ti, within the factory, a line of trucks with headlights on automatically started, lined up and rumbled forth into the storm.
A dozen trucks with the air intake pipes directly installed at the top of the cab ventured without hesitation into the ter-deep muddy waters, crashing forward through the mud.
Blaring horns without scruples, they traversed through streets and lanes, pushing aside rooftops and tables floating in the water, rumbling over crocodiles and snakes beneath.
In just over ten minutes, they had arrived at the overcrowded church on the outskirts of the slums.
And the church was already crowded.
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