Secret: The years I served as a foreign aid for the Aurora Club

Chapter 316 Chaotic City

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On a street in Queens, a soldier on patrol raised his head and glanced into the distance.

"There seems to be some movement in the city center."

His companion took a look and turned his head away disapprovingly: "It must be another parade. These days things are not peaceful."

"Yes."

The soldier pulled up his hat brim, adjusted the gun in his hand, and sighed: "The price of bread is still rising. I plan to send my family to other counties, but after thinking about it, Backlund is still the safest."

The companion shrugged. "Where do you want to send them? East Chester and East Tucker County are too close to the Amanda Mountains. The counties in the west have to worry about whether those small countries want to take advantage of the situation. Just stay in Backlund. If anything happens, just run to the air-raid shelter or underground as soon as possible."

"Too."

They patrolled for a short distance, and saw from a distance the captain of their squad running towards them like the wind, and then stood in front of them with a serious expression, as if the Feysac Empire had already attacked.

The captain glanced at them majestically: "Did you find anything unusual?"

They both stood still and answered at the same time: "No!"

"If not, immediately go to Second Avenue to join the interception operation." The captain's expression gave people great pressure. "There has been a riot in the East District and Cherwood District, and they are trying to attack the wealthy district and the government district. Go and help control the people. If necessary, you can shoot to protect yourself."

The two young soldiers looked at each other in surprise, and then answered one after another: "Yes!"

……

Milan North listened carefully to the emotional pre-death instructions leaning against the window, picked up a cookie from the plate held by the servant demon, and said with a smile: "As expected of a witch, I want to applaud His Majesty the King after listening to you."

"That's right. His Majesty's mistake was that he didn't give more money to the families of the dead!" A demon laughed, "He is too stingy, as stingy as Beria. Even if he gave each person ten pounds, nine out of ten people would not bother with him!"

The rest of the North family members burst into laughter. The outside world was so beautiful. The demons exchanged their guilty superiority of buying lives with money in their smiles and eyes. They either lay on the windowsill or walked onto the balcony, vying to appreciate the lively scene below, and from time to time using their abilities to add a little beautiful blood color to it.

"Isn't your Majesty doing a good job? The witch said that people are basically kidnapped from the slums. No one cares about the people there anyway. Why is it so lively now?" A serial killer poked his head out.

"Instigation and incitement. Everyone is irrational now."

The demon standing nearby, wearing a gray formal vest, watched for a while and joined the discussion: "The people here are probably just people whose families are missing, and they are basically civilians who are instigated to make trouble. How many people from the East District have you seen? People in the East District are busy looking for jobs and don't have time to participate in these dangerous and time-wasting activities."

"People from the East District only come out when they can't find a job, like the textile workers. I even took the opportunity to have sex a few times."

The demons watched the drama while looking at the master. A few bold middle-order demons whispered to each other for a while. The leading apostle of desire looked at Milan and asked loudly:
"Master, can we go down and play?"

"It's too boring if they keep making trouble like this, let's add fuel to the fire!"

The devil, who was shaking a goblet of sparkling wine, looked at them and nodded casually: "Go ahead."

The demons cheered, and the Apostle of Desire wearing a red tie jumped directly from the balcony. He stepped accurately on the head of a man who was trying to speak, and pushed him directly to the feet of the crowded crowd. The man never stood up again.

"His Majesty the King and the Parliament need to give us an explanation!!"

The excited crowd roared and rushed towards the government district in the west.

The Apostle of Desire spotted a person who was leading the shouting. Just before the person was about to speak again, he twisted his body and squeezed through the gap in the crowd. He covered the person's mouth and imitated the person's voice and shouted:

“We need jobs and bread!!”

His voice was loud and reached everyone's ears in an instant.

Work and bread are obviously more important than dead family members! Even the most beloved husband, wife, respectable parents, or beloved children are not as good as a piece of bread for the living after death. The crowd's originally neat slogans suddenly became noisy, and then, after amplifying their inner desire for survival and the depressed mood of being unable to support themselves and their families, the crowd gradually wavered. This loud slogan not only attracted other people who came to seek justice for their families, but also attracted workers and poor people who were originally on the sidelines.

The other demons in the crowd gestured to each other, and the Apostle of Desire changed his voice, and they all shouted together:
“We need jobs and bread!!”

Another slogan immediately seemed much weaker: "His Majesty the King must also give us an explanation!"

The Apostle of Desire glanced at the man he had caught. His face had turned purple, his pupils were bulging, and he had been suffocated to death. The demon casually threw the body to the feet of the crowd. While he was stirring up the emotions of the people around him, he was also controlling the direction of the team's advance. There was a slight stampede, but it was harmless.

People were shouting slogans and marching in a chaotic manner. Soon, there were continuous and dense footsteps coming from the front. The patrolling soldiers ran over in an orderly manner, forming an indestructible human wall in front of the street. These people who symbolized the law, majesty, and order that could not be offended immediately caused chaos in the parade. A middle-aged man who looked like an officer stood up and spoke majestically:
"Stop gathering! Stop marching, and disperse immediately!"

He gave a look, and several soldiers in the first row immediately pointed their guns at the sky and fired a few threatening gunshots.

The people in the rear who didn't know what was going on screamed when they heard the gunshots. The marching crowd felt great fear. They seemed to have lost their sense of direction and reason in an instant and began to run around randomly. Their only thought was to leave here as soon as possible.

A procession of several hundred people was easily broken up by half by a Mid-Sequence Beyonder.

"Damn it." The Apostle of Desire had to retreat among the crowd. He stared at the captain who was in the way, wondering how to make this farce even more lively.

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Audrey checked the status of everyone in Congressman Macht's home one last time, then stood up with a serious expression.

The witch's laughter had long since ended, but she could still feel it echoing in her mind. Someone had already set up a ladder to remove the strange device, and she saw people from the Sivellas Field and the military walking through the street.

"I should go now, Mr. World."

Audrey's face lost some of its smile and was filled with an indescribable self-mockery: "Please send me back to Pacefield Street. Most of the people in the Student Aid Foundation are from the East District and lost their loved ones in the previous smog. They may need help now."

Klein nodded: "You are stronger than I thought."

“…Maybe this is also growth.”

Audrey chuckled slightly at herself and looked at her hands. "Every time I get promoted, I feel that I am already very capable and can do many things, but...all I have done is chat with friends and talk to my elders."

"So, I was just thinking about why I first pursued extraordinary abilities."

Audrey tilted her head slightly and smiled, looking a bit like the innocent Miss Hall in the eyes of others:
"I once entered my own dream. In the dream where I discovered the 'subconscious ocean', I saw the extraordinary abilities in my dream. They were like magic in fairy tales for children, sparkling, full of dreams, and able to bring infinite beauty."

However, reality gave her a blow early on. Other Beyonders were just walking materials, and as their Sequences improved, they would gradually be infected by madness. Even when she was still an inconspicuous low-sequence, she almost lost control simply by drinking a potion.

"...When I realized that Feifan was not only not beautiful, but also painful, twisted, and crazy, I was very disappointed and even thought about stopping there. However, I also realized the powerful terror hidden in this world. In order to better protect my family in such a world, I chose to move forward."

Alfred died. Was it because I was incapable? No, even if I became a Sequence 5, a demigod, it would be difficult for me to protect him intact in the war.

Besides this, what else can I do?
Klein listened quietly to the confession of an audience member. He put his hand on Audrey's shoulder and activated the "teleportation".

"Your idea is very good."

They appeared in the room of Director Audrey in the Loen Student Aid Foundation. Klein was about to leave: "I hope you can always keep this thought."

"Thank you."

Audrey pursed her lips and smiled appropriately: "Mr. World, I have a very presumptuous question... What is your purpose in contacting the extraordinary?"

Klein was silent for a moment. "At first, it was to protect myself. Later, it was to find my family." Audrey remembered that he had mentioned his family to her. Mr. "World" seemed to be a person from ancient times. "What about now? Do you still plan to continue to advance?"

This question really stumped Klein. He felt that he could be content to be a demigod, enjoy a long life, and secretly protect Melissa and Benson. Without hatred as a driving force, it didn't seem to matter whether he was promoted or not.

“I haven’t thought about it yet,” he said.

Audrey did not ask any further questions and saw Klein off naturally. She pushed open the door of the director's office and walked quickly towards the source of the faint crying sound beside her ears - the lounge.

As soon as she entered the lounge, she saw several familiar faces crying, and some were staring blankly at the ceiling, wondering what they were thinking.

"Miss Audrey!" When the rational people saw her, they immediately stood up, nervously grabbed her hands, and asked anxiously, "Just now, was what the witch said true? Were our families really captured by the king and made slaves?"

"Are they dead? Hasn't the Slave Act been repealed?"

"Will we still be able to see them? There should still be some alive, right?"

"..."

They subconsciously regarded Miss Audrey Hall, who was born into an aristocratic family, as an authority, but they didn't know that she had just learned about this matter.

In an instant, Audrey seemed to see countless negative emotions flooding in, but she herself had not yet completely come out of the crisis of trust in the country. She took a deep breath, smiled with a strong sense of comfort, gently placed her palm on the hand that was tightly holding her wrist, and slowly said:

"I am not sure as well."

"But, everyone, they definitely want to see you stay strong and live on..."

……

Klein originally planned to go directly back to 160 Böklund Street, but then he remembered that it was probably not yet the time when Congressman Macht and his family next door were praying to the goddess for purification, so he stopped on the street and prepared to walk back slowly.

So, as soon as he landed, he saw a chaotic fight involving a large number of people in front of him. Police officers and civilians were fighting each other, vendors' stalls and goods were scattered all over the ground, fruits were trampled into a disgusting black paste, and people were lying on the street with blood all over their heads, and no one cared about them.

A demonstration? No, it was a riot... His pupils shrank slightly.

"Rye bread with sawdust has risen to 2p a pound!"

"I can't afford cotton, I can't afford flour, I can't eat anything, I'll just starve to death!"

Someone in the crowd roared, and everyone responded.

“But the country turned a blind eye!”

"The king and the nobles have abandoned us!"

Another clear voice came from a distance, it seemed to be someone standing on a high place:
“Have the economic subsidies that were claimed to be given to you actually reached you?”

“What do those great philanthropists actually get from the materials and food they donate?”

"Where did the things that helped us go? Don't you really know? Without these things, our families, and even ourselves, would soon starve to death here!"

Seeing that this group of guerrillas, who had hastily put together a parade, was about to split themselves up, the Apostle of Desire was forced to step to the front of the stage. He delivered powerful speeches while warily looking around to see if there were any Beyonders holding guns and aiming at him in secret. Pairs of hungry eyes stared at him, and his words gradually ignited with greater anger than before.

Suddenly, the Apostle of Desire's eyes blurred, and everyone's movements stopped for a moment, and then they turned to look at him at the same time in a strange way!
The Apostle of Desire was so frightened that he took a step back and just fell off the box he was standing on, and rolled out from under the feet of the crowd in a dangerous manner.

"It's really evil..."

Which demigod is going to teach me a lesson?

The Apostle of Desire touched his chest in fear, turned around, hunched over and hid somewhere else.

No one noticed this little episode. The parade had been driven by the overall mood, and neither chaos nor progress could be stopped.

"We should take back what belongs to us!"

"Jobs, bread, and relief money belong to us!"

"Take back the bread!"

The crowd was excited and roaring, trampling all the people lying on the ground without distinguishing between friend and foe, leaving a mess and bloodstains on the ground, and marching towards the West District in a mighty procession.

……

"Your Majesty, urgent news."

The brown-haired royal demigod approached George III, who was taking a nap in the garden, and whispered:
"Pannadia, the 'Nightingale of Despair' of the Witch Cult, has openly cooperated and instigated the people. Now more than 700 people have gathered outside the West District, preparing to attack the Government District and Queens District. They are suspected to have been bewitched by the Beyonders, and their numbers are still increasing."

George III stood in the middle of the garden, like a shadow that could not be illuminated by the light.

After listening to the demigod’s report, He chuckled lightly, not caring.

"Have our crude and barbaric neighbors finally learned their lesson? They now know to start with public opinion and cognitive warfare."

The royal demigod bowed his head:
"The source of the radio has been cut off, and the channel can no longer be received. It is unclear whether it was done by the Feysac Empire."

"It doesn't matter whether it is true or not. Remember, no matter what is said, don't admit it. Does a well-known cult want to slander the King of Loen with just their mouths?" George III stroked his carefully trimmed beard and smiled softly. "Let them gather where they want. Someone will take care of them for me. Go and inform Archbishop Valentine, and then issue a statement after the matter is over."

The royal demigod complied and hurried away.

After Banshee left, the royal garden returned to silence. George III was admiring the various rare and exotic plants in the garden alone and couldn't help but sigh.

"No matter who it is, no one can stop me."

In order to ascend to the throne of God, to become the "Black Emperor", I have made decades of efforts and paid countless prices to gain the tacit approval of the Seven Gods and sacrifice my child. Now is the last step to success, no one can stop me from becoming the "Black Emperor"!
"…The army has been assembled, and the day of battle is coming soon. We will have to work out a tacit agreement with the Storm Church at that time."

George III muttered to himself, then looked towards the corner of the garden, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised:
"Mr. Zaratul, what do you think of the assembled people?"

A stone street lamp next to Him suddenly lit up, casting a series of photo-like images on a wall on the side.

An angry crowd gathered outside the West End.

They fought and quarreled with the soldiers, and some Extraordinary people took advantage of the situation to fish in troubled waters, and there was a lot of gunfire.

However, a lot of huge metal-clad monsters suddenly appeared in the sky, and ammunition and machine guns fell like rain, enveloping them all in a sea of ​​fire and ruins.

When the film ended, George III smiled and admired the sky in the distance in a good mood.

TBC
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Here it comes, cough cough cough
(End of this chapter)