Using the MC system to pretend spiritual revival

Chapter 211 Burning in Fire
"People of the great city of Yinghua! Look at the prosperity before us—this is the foundation we have built with our hard work and sweat! Those voices of doubt are nothing but the provocations of those with ulterior motives!"

"I, An Beijinshan, assure you that every penny of tax revenue will become the rice in your bowls, the textbooks for your children, and a brighter tomorrow!"

"The Cabinet brings together the best talents in the entire country! Every decision put forward by it has its own significance and value! It is the best decision that countless officials have painstakingly devised!"

The speaker on stage, holding the microphone, became increasingly passionate, and the venue responded in unison, stirring the emotions of everyone present.

That carefully crafted speech, designed to most effectively resonate with the public.

It painted a picture of an extremely perfect and seemingly promising future for everyone.

At this time, on the stage.

As An Bei continued to use seductive words to manipulate people's emotions, he looked with satisfaction at the crowd that was blocked outside in the distance.

They put up banners and signs in support of themselves and chanted their names.

I couldn't help but sigh in my heart.

These poor people are really easy to fool.

Unlike businessmen who need profits, or politicians who need power, they only need some costless words to gain a large amount of support.

Even the donation boxes that had been set up to prevent the spread of disease in Tokyo during the lockdown were visibly filled.

"Really...heh..."

Despite his disdainful thoughts, his well-honed image management skills did not affect his impassioned speech.

Even the friendly smile on his face remained unchanged.

"I sincerely apologize for any inconvenience caused by the lockdown of the Tokyo area and surrounding regions!"

"But there are also reasons for making such a decision! Well..."

Just as the speech was making the atmosphere at the scene increasingly enthusiastic and the situation seemed very promising.

A commotion in the distance drew the attention of everyone present.

Anbei, who was passionately giving a speech on stage with a microphone in hand, paused and turned his head slightly to look at the crowd to the side.

next moment.

A spark suddenly ignited in the crowd, and those around panicked and pushed to the side.

Suddenly, a vacuum appeared in the crowd.

Then, as reflected in An Bei's pupils, a figure whose body was mostly engulfed in flames waved its arms.

An object slipped from his hand in an instant, flying out in a parabola, its target being himself.

At that moment, time seemed to slow down, and he heard the muffled booms of gunfire from the snipers guarding the high ground on both sides.

And behind him, the panicked running and shouting of other officials.

But everything happened so suddenly.

His expression changed from a fake, friendly smile to one of utter terror.

Although I immediately turned around to avoid it, the object burning with abnormal flames continued to grow larger and larger in my pupils.

in a blink.

"boom!"

A dull thud was heard as a heavy object struck flesh.

Even if you try your best to bend down and dodge, how could a body that has been pampered for many years possibly have that kind of agility?

The burning glass bottle, hurled with a whooshing sound, struck An Bei on the shoulder as he couldn't dodge in time.

In an instant, the scorching hot glass bottle shattered.

The unknown liquid burning in the bottle was immediately splashed all over his body, setting his expensive haute couture suit on fire.

Along with the scorching heat, acrid black smoke also appeared.

"what--!"

An Bei was also knocked to the ground by the blow, letting out a cry of pain.

But the pain of the flames burning his body had not yet fully manifested.

The pungent chemical smell swept over my face first, causing a burning pain in my eyes.

The lungs that inhaled the air during the exclamation instantly felt itchy, and the throat felt as if it were blocked and swollen by something foreign, causing a bout of dry heaving and suffocation.

An Bei, who had some common sense, immediately felt a chill run down his spine.

Knowing that this thing, which looks like a Molotov cocktail, was being thrown over, I suspected it might be poisonous.

A sudden surge of fear of death filled my heart, but an unavoidable question also popped into my head at the same time.

There was clearly a screening process at this venue, and you were supposed to take a sip of any bottled liquid first. How did this person manage to bring it in?!
However, before he could even come up with an answer, the increasingly severe physical pain left him with no energy to think about it anymore.

From the moment the attack caused a commotion among the crowd to the moment it hit him on the stage, less than half a minute had passed.

He felt that he could no longer hear the voices of the security guards and officials who were frantically gathering around him; there was only a buzzing sound.

"...Hehe...Hehe..."

At this moment, An Bei was extremely anxious, but there was nothing she could do but sob and roll around incessantly.

The lungs and throat were swollen and filled with fluid, making it impossible to speak, and gradually even air could not get in.

My consciousness gradually became hazy and blurred; I didn't know if it was due to lack of oxygen or the invasion of toxins.

I only vaguely sensed that several hands were tearing at my clothes.

I suppose I wanted to remove first the coat that was soaked in an unknown chemical liquid and was still burning.

Thoughts grew increasingly sluggish, and gradually, even the tinnitus faded away as if through water, and consciousness quickly sank into a state of stagnation...

……

Meanwhile, in the meeting room outside...

The prime minister was suddenly attacked during his speech, and in full view of the public.

The entire venue immediately erupted in chaos.

The reporters and photographers who were originally sitting properly in the audience were so frightened that they fled in panic.

The crowd gathered outside who witnessed all of this had a variety of reactions.

One person stood there dumbfounded, unsure of what to do.

There were also some die-hard supporters of Anbei who got carried away and gathered together, ready to break through the security crowd.

Among these people, there were naturally some who originally knew the inside story but could not speak out, their faces gloomy, when suddenly they burst into wild joy.

However, with the entry screening process in place, this group only constitutes a minority.

Most of them were supporters who were granted entry.

Now that the initial panic has subsided, everyone is turning their angry gazes to the center of the empty space cleared in the corner of the venue.

The figure that burned like a torch.

At this moment, the figure was already kneeling on the ground, with a bloody wound from a sniper bullet on one leg and at the joints of both hands.

Because several important dignitaries from the Kingdom of Yinghua were in attendance, the security measures at the venue were exceptionally tight.

Although professionals were unable to stop him from throwing the homemade Molotov cocktail immediately after the incident occurred.

But in an instant, he was locked onto by several snipers occupying the high ground, who broke his arms and legs, restricting his movement.

There are many possibilities why he wasn't killed with a direct headshot.

Perhaps it was intended for use afterward in trials, convictions, venting anger, or to share responsibility for dereliction of duty.

But Sato was completely unconcerned about these possible consequences, or rather, he didn't care at all.

He just stared at the chaotic crowd on the stage with a maniacal grin.

"...cough...hehe..."

"Hahaha--!!"

His laughter grew louder and louder, becoming increasingly jarring under the influence of the toxic chemical fumes that had already burned his upper body.

As the cold, damp air circulated in my right hand, my throat and eyes were constantly being burned and then healed by the chemical reagents.

The flames crackled and spread, engulfing the cigarette in his mouth and the remaining homemade Molotov cocktails in his bag.

The exploding chemical liquid intensified the fire, instantly drying and blackening the surface.

Even the gunshot wounds on his limbs and joints were charred by the high temperature, and not a single drop of blood flowed out.

In an instant, he experienced pain that spread throughout his body, pain that was almost unbearable for an ordinary person.

Interspersed with the agonizing howls of the culprit who had caused him half a lifetime of toil and despair, and ultimately indirectly led him to this predicament, were on the viewing platform.

Two conflicting emotions caused his entire being to tremble wildly.

An indescribable sense of clarity and comfort, as if penetrating directly into his soul, made Sato feel as if his whole being had been elevated.

Only then did he understand why so many people would endure countless hardships and pain to achieve their goal...

The sense of accomplishment and relief that had been suppressed for so long was simply too intense at that moment.

Sato felt that his heart was burning hotter and more intense than the flames burning in his body.

And it seems that this emotion in his heart may have led him to commit the act of killing a sinner.

The chilling aura that had been lingering in his right hand was slowly growing and spreading.

Correspondingly, the healing process, which had just reached a balance with the chemical burns and the licking of flames, began to gradually overwhelm the pain.

Sato, who was immersed in his emotions, noticed the change immediately, and a flash of ecstasy crossed his eyes.

Ignoring the uniformed security personnel and the enraged crowd surrounding him, he tensed his muscles. Then, as the pupils of those around him slowly widened, he stood up, trembling...

He stood up, his body almost entirely engulfed in flames that scorched and distorted the air, and his limbs riddled with bullet holes that exposed bone fragments.

With this action, the skin and muscles at the joint, which had already been burned black and carbonized, quickly cracked and fell off.

It landed at Sato's feet, still carrying sparks, and was now engulfed in flames.

This startled the people who had gathered around, who gasped and retreated in unison.

"...What...what kind of monster is this?"

At the outermost edge of the crowd was a short man holding a banner and wearing a tasseled testis flag on his head.

Witnessing the horrifying scene in the central open space, a scene that seemed to be described in some kind of horror story.

Muttered to himself.

Around him were both the spontaneously surging crowd and the guards who were originally preparing to apprehend the wanted criminal.

His pupils reflected the hellish figure, and he swallowed hard.

The crowd gradually quieted down.

Witnessing the crackling flames engulfing its body, the heat radiating outwards, distorting the surrounding air with a scorching heat.

He stood there in the center of the crowd, his clothes and skin charred black by the flames.

With a movement that resembled physical activity, it crumbled and fell away, revealing the intricate, armor-like human muscles beneath.

However, at this moment, they were all engulfed in flames and charred black.

Every muscle crevice seemed to glow with a scorching dark red, like molten lava.

This scene was reflected in the eyes of everyone around.

The burning human body evokes a primal, biological fear, yet this surreal image also exudes an eerie sense of majesty.

It makes people involuntarily feel awe.

Soon, Sato stood up, stretched his body, and adapted to his new state.

Ignoring the pain emanating from every inch of his skin, he relied solely on the thrill of the pain and the satisfaction of revenge, his surging hormones causing him to grin and let out an almost overflowing excitement.

Although flames were still burning on his body, tug-of-war with his own healing process, the joints and bones damaged by those sniper bullets had already healed.

We can continue now.

"Bang—~"

The step he took, which was barely louder than the footsteps of a normal person, made the hearts of the surrounding, deathly silent crowd tremble.

Sato moved forward step by step, leaving behind blackened footprints scorched by flames on the ground behind him.

As they approached, the row of uniformed security guards who had been blocking the crowd from the podium couldn't help but retreat step by step.

An obese man who appeared to be the leader of the group was breathing heavily.

He turned around to look at the noisy platform, then turned back to look at the "monster" approaching step by step.

With gritted teeth and a fierce determination, he raised the muzzle of his gun and pointed it at the still crackling, burning humanoid creature's head.

He reprimanded her somewhat hesitantly.

"Stop! Don't come any closer! Or I'll shoot!!"

As these words were uttered, the burning figure, its face obscured by flames, seemed to turn slightly and glance in their direction.

But he continued walking steadily toward the platform, seemingly ignoring the group of people blocking his way.

Upon seeing this, the security captain gasped for breath, his eyes hardening, and he waved his hand.

"Fire!!"

As soon as the words were spoken, the guards, who were already trembling with fear, immediately pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"Da da da--!!"

"Da da da--!!"

In an instant, dozens of modern individual rifles spewed fire, raining down a dense barrage of bullets.

Carrying intense heat and a whistling sound that tore through the air, it shot towards the direction of the fiery figure.

They clearly didn't care whether they might accidentally hurt the dense crowd behind them.

As the men opened fire...

Sato, whose body was engulfed in flames, also paused in his steps.

In less than a second, dozens of bronze bullets, carrying enormous kinetic energy, pierced through the already burned-out surface tissues of the body and penetrated deep into the flesh.

It even unleashed flames from behind its body, protruding through it.

The immense impact it carried caused him to involuntarily take a step back, his entire body tilting slightly backward from the force of the impact.

Even though he tried his best to keep his body steady, he was forced to retreat step by step under the continuous gunfire.

Amidst the screams and panic of the crowd behind him, sparks and charred debris exploded from various parts of his body.

Saw this scene.

Holding his rifle, the security captain, trembling from the recoil of firing, couldn't help but burst into wild joy beneath his solemn expression.

"Haha! Quick! Keep firing! Don't stop! This monster is afraid of bullets!!"

After saying that, he removed the empty magazine amidst a series of metallic clanging sounds.

He deftly drew a spare magazine from his waist, inserted it into the chamber, and continued firing.

But soon, a few minutes later, the hope and elation that had burst onto the faces of the group gradually froze.

He was jolted awake only after the last person ran out of bullets and the trigger clicked cleanly.

“This…this!!”

The rifle, which had already been fired empty, slipped from the security captain's hand with a "bang" and fell to the ground.

He raised his hand, pointed at the "person" still burning fiercely in front of him, stared wide-eyed, and stammered for a long time without being able to utter a complete sentence.

At this moment, Sato's appearance, by human standards, was quite pitiful.

The relentless barrage of fire, though not all of it hit its mark, was enough to kill any creature on the spot with over two hundred pounds of bullets.

The continuous firing, coupled with the scorching flames that showed no signs of abating.

At this moment, Sato's entire left arm had been torn apart by the impact of the bullet and fell to the side, the remains still burning fiercely.

Most of his head had disappeared, and even his chest and abdomen had a hole the size of a human head that had appeared out of nowhere.

Through this wound, one could even see a large number of people lying on the ground and scattering and fleeing.

But he still stood there, relying on his somewhat twisted but still relatively intact legs to support his disabled body and stand steadily in place.

As the enemy ran out of ammunition, Sato's upper body slowly straightened from its backward-leaning posture.

At the severed shoulder, a pale white bone twisted and protruded out at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Covered in flames, the skeletal shape of a hand was instantly formed, followed by tendons, blood vessels, and muscles.

Under the terrified gazes of the crowd opposite, within a dozen breaths, a completely intact arm grew back.

Just like that, naturally, it was raised to the front of the already healed mutilated head, slowly clenching and relaxing its fist, looking it over from left to right.

Finally, the flames on the body surface also climbed up, making it look as if there had never been any damage.

If it weren't for the fact that the charred arm-shaped piece of charcoal, which had been completely burned and was now just a few embers remaining, was still sitting there on the ground next to it, it would have been completely charred.

Those around him probably thought they were hallucinating.

As he lowered his hand and stopped looking, his raised head quickly filled the space.

The large hole in the chest and abdomen quickly drooped down, and the ribs, blackened by the flames, rapidly contracted, covered, and filled in.

With one step, the ball of the foot landed.

The seemingly unharmed flame-shaped figure moved its body again and walked towards the podium not far away.

As Sato advanced, the security personnel who had been blocking his way, trembling incessantly, dropped their rifles and turned to flee.

When Sato approached, carrying heat with him, only the security captain, who was already terrified, was still standing between him and the platform.

This puzzled Sato, but after looking down and seeing a pool of foul-smelling water on the ground, he understood.

But that's not a reason for him to take a detour.

He raised his head, encircled by flames, to meet those trembling, fear-filled eyes.

"...I remember you, An Bei's most loyal lackey..."

A dry, hoarse voice, as if emanating from the deepest hell, entered the security captain's ears.

The next moment, it was as if he realized something.

His face was pale, and his hair was soaked with sweat. He opened his mouth wide, ready to call for help and run away.

However, by then, it was already too late.

In an instant, accompanied by the sound of burning and the heat wave, a pair of charred, carbonized hands suddenly slammed into that fat face.

"Squeak—~"

A burst of sizzling oil and the aroma of roasted meat wafted out instantly.

This was followed by a bloodcurdling scream.

"ah----!!!"

(End of this chapter)