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Jianguo Road.

The jeep carrying Su Xingmian was swallowed up by the crowd.

Some people were pounding on the hood of the car, while others were shouting and cursing at the top of their lungs.

"Deputy Director Su! They've all gone mad!"

Gulnazar's voice changed, her hand reached for the pistol at her waist, and her breathing became rapid.

Su Xingmian leaned over the center console and grabbed her wrist as she drew her gun.

"Take it back."

"But……"

"If we open fire on civilians, we will have lost completely."

Su Xingmian increased the pressure on her hand and forcefully pulled Guli back to her seat.

"Lock the car doors. No matter what happens outside, don't get out."

She is a great demon with nine layers of flowers blooming.

Several years have passed, and the demonic power that was depleted due to production has long since recovered to its peak.

Even if hundreds of thousands of people were tied together, they wouldn't be able to harm a single hair on her head.

The real challenge is how to quell this riot in broad daylight without revealing our true identities.

The demonic power traveled along his feet, penetrating the chassis of the carriage and probing more than ten meters underground.

For more than ten miles, both sides of Jianguo Road are planted with black locust and Chinese locust trees.

The roadside trees lining both sides of Jianguo Road for more than ten miles are all locust trees.

In this heavy industrial city, countless Chinese scholar trees are planted in the streets and alleys.

Black locust trees bloom in April and May, while Chinese locust trees bloom in July and August.

At this moment, we don't care about the flowering season.

The immense demonic power surged forth without reservation, flowing wildly through the city's underground root network.

At the end of Jianguo Road, the first locust tree was the first to change.

Within the withered and dried inflorescence, clusters of pure white buds swell and bloom at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Then came the second tree, and the third tree.

A wave of blossoms surged along the street in all four directions, and in an instant, thousands of locust trees along the ten-mile-long street bloomed out of season in the sweltering heat of July.

The Chinese scholar trees that were already covered in flower clusters saw their inflorescences swell even more, overlapping and bending the branches.

The intensely rich fragrance of locust blossoms overwhelmed everything.

The people smashing the car stopped.

Hundreds of thousands of people in the city raised their necks in unison.

A shower of white petals began to fall from the sky.

The fragrance of flowers filled everyone's nostrils.

Su Xingmian poured all her strength into the fragrance, imbuing it with a soothing demonic power, like a silent drizzle that seeped into everyone's body.

It's not about controlling these people's minds.

She simply used her demonic power as a tranquilizer, forcibly suppressing the excess adrenaline secreted in their bodies back to its original level.

To bring that panic that was on the verge of collapse back to a normal threshold.

Even finer threads of demonic energy, following the trajectory of the falling petals, burrowed into the bodies of those trampled and pressed to the bottom.

A dozen meters in front of the jeep, a girl of about ten years old had three ribs broken by being stepped on.

Her face turned purplish-blue, her chest was severely sunken, and her breathing was already very weak.

A white acacia petal drifted down and landed on the tip of her nose.

The faint green light flashed and disappeared.

The girl's collapsed chest heaved violently.

She opened her mouth, gasped for air, and then burst into a violent cough.

That breath caught in their throat.

An elderly man whose leg was broken on a street corner, a woman who fainted from being jostled in a crowd...

As soon as she came into contact with the fragrance of the flowers, her pale face regained some color, and the excruciating pain in her wounds miraculously lessened.

The crowd that had been shouting and shoving wildly just moments before along Jianguo Road was frozen in place.

No one pushed or shoved, and no one shouted or cursed.

A little girl with pigtails reached out her hands, caught a falling flower, and brought it to her face to smell it.

"It smells so good."

The child's weak voice was exceptionally clear on the quiet street.

Su Xingmian pushed open the car door and swiftly climbed onto the roof of the jeep.

He took the tin megaphone from the speechless, shocked Gulnazar.

She looked down from her vantage point and saw everyone on the street clearly.

Everyone was looking up at her, at the young woman standing in the rain of petals.

"My name is Su Xingmian."

A clear female voice came through the loudspeaker, and the fragrance of flowers drowned out all the noise.

Every word was clearly delivered to the ears of everyone present.

"My husband, Zhou Bingheng, is in this city, at the military district command. We will not leave."

A slight commotion arose below, but it quickly subsided.

"Before today, 540,000 Tang City residents had safely arrived at resettlement sites outside the city."

Su Xingmian held up a megaphone, speaking steadily and forcefully.

"The tents are set up, the food supplies are stored, and the clean well water is connected. I personally checked the first-aid medicines at every supply station."

She paused for a second, then raised her voice.

"Now it's your turn. No need to rush or push. I'll stand here until the last person leaves the city safely."

The dozen or so people surrounding the jeep spontaneously took two steps back, creating a gap of half a meter.

Gulnazar quickly restarted the engine, and the jeep's engine roared as it slowly inch forward.

The crowd automatically parted in the middle to make a path.

Su Xingmian stood on the roof of the car, holding a loudspeaker, and began directing traffic.

"Residents of Chengdong Jianshe Road, head south and meet at the entrance of Hongqi Primary School. Three military trucks will be there to pick you up in fifteen minutes."

"If you go north from Shengli Lane and Xingfu Hutong in the east of the city, there is a fork in the road about 100 meters away. You can go directly to the No. 2 material transfer station."

"People in the middle section of Xihua Road, move to the east side street, don't block the main road."

She recited the names of the streets and evacuation points accurately.

The entire map of Tang City was already imprinted in her mind without any discrepancy.

In the crowd, a middle-aged teacher wearing thick-rimmed glasses suddenly pointed at the roof of the car and shouted.

"I recognize her."

Everyone around him turned to look at him.

The middle-aged teacher was so excited that his face turned red and his neck bulged, and he shouted at the top of his lungs.

"I've seen her picture in the newspaper. She's Su Xingmian from Helan Mountain, the Director Su who led the planting of trees to control desertification and developed dragon fruit."

"Yes, yes, yes!"

An elderly employee of the supply and marketing cooperative next to him slapped his thigh in sudden realization.

"She also led the team that was working on the Three-North Shelterbelt Project in North China. She was even featured in the provincial newspaper a few months ago."

The expressions on everyone's faces changed completely. They were no longer looking at a stranger, but at a cadre with a name and background who had done great things for the people.

The girl whose ribs were broken has been carefully helped up by the people around her.

"If Director Su says there's a car, then there definitely is. Everyone, follow instructions and don't cause any trouble for the government."

"Follow me north from Victory Lane."

"Stop pushing, carry the wounded first."

She managed to carve out a path to survival from the chaotic deadlock.

Just then, the roar of engines came from the other end of Jianguo Road.

Three armed jeeps lined up in a row and sped into the long street, their tires screeching as they screeched on the road surface before slamming on the brakes dozens of meters away.

The door of the first car was pushed open, and Zhou Bingheng jumped out.

Lei Lifeng followed closely behind.

Zhou Bingheng wasn't even wearing a military cap; the front of his uniform was completely soaked with sweat, and his sidearm was tucked into his belt.

As he broke through the blockade, the gentle aura around him vanished, leaving only the cold, ruthless aura unique to soldiers.

The locust trees throughout the city were in full bloom, their blossoms blocking out the sun, filling the air with fragrance, and even the most agitated crowd became orderly.

Zhou Bingheng stopped in his tracks.

He looked up, past the throng of heads, and saw Su Xingmian standing on the roof of the jeep.

White acacia petals fell all over her shoulders.

He didn't rush forward.

He stood still, staring at the person on the roof of the car for a long while, until the taut lines on his cold and stern face softened completely.

He was radiating pride from head to toe.

My wife is amazing.

Zhou Bingheng turned around and gave orders to the fully armed soldiers behind him in a deep and powerful voice.

"Assemble the entire battalion!"

"Form human walls from four directions, and disperse according to the routes your sister-in-law instructed. Be quick."