Unusual Fate Records

Chapter 314 006. Counter-Terrorism (Part 1)

On the weekend, people in Ukyoto strolled hand in hand with their partners, shopping and chatting about what to eat for lunch, just like any other day.

No one noticed that a black helicopter was swooping down from the sky like a large bird.

People only looked up curiously when the buzzing sound shook the windows of the high-rise buildings.

In an instant, everyone's eyes widened, their expressions filled with disbelief.

The hawk-like metal machine, its cross-shaped propellers frantically slashing and scraping at the building's blast-proof glass.

Soon, the glass shattered from the impact of the supersonic speed, while the helicopter continued its high-speed dive without stopping. In no time, the entire helicopter was crushed and deformed by the impact with the building, the cockpit was completely crushed, and an orange-red light suddenly burst forth, with thick black smoke and snowflake-like glass shards shooting out.

Everyone was stunned until the high explosives inside the helicopter exploded with a bang. The intense heat of thousands of degrees Celsius instantly melted the steel and concrete, and a gaping hole was blown open in the center of the building. The stones in the crack fell upside down like dejected drunkards.

"Bang—!" The falling rock stirred up layers of dust, snapped the trees it hit, and a huge gap was suddenly chiseled into the ceiling of the glass hall.

They only realized what was happening then, and screamed as they scattered and ran away.

At that moment, the light of the sky was obscured by the flames of the explosion, thick smoke billowed, the continuously molten steel and iron softened the buildings, and falling cement boulders rumbled and blocked the sky, as if the end of the world had come again.

Screams rang out everywhere as people rushed into the streets in a panic, disregarding the fact that cars were still driving on the road.

At the crossroads, on the clearly defined black and white zebra crossing, crowds of people surged, and countless black dots impacted the vehicles that were forced to stop, with collisions echoing one after another, and many fuel tanks were already emitting thick black smoke.

Things have changed!
This thought arose in everyone's mind.

"Ah! Run!"

The crowd stumbled and fled outside.

This scene is destined to be recorded in history.

Surprisingly, the mayor of Ukyo City in the 16th ward reacted remarkably quickly, issuing a series of orders in an orderly manner in the face of the terrorist attack.

Five minutes after the explosion, security forces dressed in black uniforms and wearing helmets and riot shields emerged from various unnamed basements. They were orderly, and the pupils of their eyes exposed by their masks showed no panic. They carried out their orders meticulously, just like in a very ordinary exercise.

They urgently evacuated nearby people, set up a cordon, and quickly entered the disaster area to investigate the situation on the front lines.

At the same time, the wailing of ambulance sirens could be heard, and the hospital closest to the Alden Tower opened a dedicated emergency access route, with medical staff jumping off the vehicles carrying stretchers.

All the networked screens in all 16 districts were broadcasting live footage of the terrorist attack, with the presenter speaking rapidly and quickly describing the situation.

"Dear viewers, this is the parking lot of the Alden Building. What a horrific scene we are witnessing is that the explosion has occurred in the middle of the building, which has already shown signs of slight collapse. People who were unable to escape can be seen frantically banging on the windows for help."

Fire trucks are stuck in traffic, and rescue workers are rushing to the scene. ..."

On the other side, fifteen minutes after the explosion.

The mayor of Ukyo City, who had just stepped out of the meeting room, urgently convened a press conference to reassure the disaster-stricken areas, fully support emergency rescue efforts, and vehemently condemn the terrorists, pledging to mobilize the entire district to investigate the incident.

Security and peacekeeping special forces have been deployed. Citizens are advised to stay away from the disaster site to avoid being innocently affected.

All television channels in all 16 wards were forcibly switched to Alden Tower. The once proud steel giant now resembled an elderly person suffering from lumbar muscle strain, hunched over in pain, as if it might collapse at any moment.

The fire was not yet extinguished, but explosions were already occurring one after another, and thick smoke from the explosions was billowing out of every window, leaving the building riddled with holes.

These topics are being discussed among citizens, and online forums across the country are buzzing with excitement. Some busybodies, seemingly sensing a business opportunity, are taking the risk of bypassing the riot police and rushing back into the scene.

"The person who bombed the building is insane! How could anyone be like that!"

"Binoculars! I took a picture with my binoculars!"

"Look, I can still see people in the stairwell! My God, his floor collapsed!"

"That pile of burning scrap metal on the ground is one of the wreckage pieces from that helicopter!"

"Speaking of which, the government's response speed... isn't it a bit too fast?"

Someone posted a comment on the forum.

Three seconds later, his message disappeared, and people started replying and discussing excitedly, only to find that when they pressed the send button, it displayed "The other party's account does not exist".

But his words also served as a reminder to many people.

Yes.

In just five minutes, the peacekeeping special forces appeared like a tide. They didn't even show any panic or tension on their faces; they just meticulously carried out their orders.

Fire trucks were all blocked, but why weren't hospital vehicles blocked on the road? Were they prepared in advance and on standby?

Moreover, the mayor's response this time was quite swift, and all orders were issued in an orderly manner, taking everything into consideration.

"Is it just my imagination?" someone joked. "Shouldn't the government's swift response be a good thing? It makes citizens feel safer. [smiley face]"

Those with insight remained silent.

Having dealt with the dark creatures of Ukyoto for years, they knew they couldn't possibly suffer such a great loss. In the 16th ward, Ukyoto was their stronghold; those in the know even called it the "Ghost City."

There's something fishy about this incident no matter what.

……

"Regardless, this is an excellent opportunity to obtain firsthand intelligence!"

The news agency's reporters rushed frantically to the accident scene. This was firsthand information! The chance to determine the news agency's standing was right before their eyes!

After making inquiries, they discovered a secret path that connected to the underground parking garage.

So the reporters deliberately avoided the shoving crowd and, with the photographers, planned to crawl through the underground parking garage.

"That was close, we were almost discovered by the peacekeeping special forces."

A female reporter managed to reach the second basement level of the Alden Building via the underground parking garage. "This time, the firsthand news material is ours!"

She flashed a lively smile.

The photographer, panting, caught up with the female reporter. Before he could even respond, he was so startled by what he saw that his smile vanished and his eyes widened.

"Cool, cool and fragrant!" he exclaimed in a panic.

The female reporter was facing him, so she didn't notice anything amiss: "What's wrong?"

"You, you, behind you!"

The photographer's legs trembled, and he looked terrified.

"Crench, crunch."

The sounds of chewing and tearing came from behind Liangxiang.

"What's wrong behind me?" The female reporter asked nervously, turning around cautiously.

In that instant when she looked back, her pupils lost their color.

Those people wearing black peacekeeping uniforms were now in twos and threes, bending down to bite someone whose face was obscured.

They skillfully pried open the man's thigh, twisted it 180 degrees, and then, without regard for the warehouse manager or shoes, stuffed the flesh of his thigh into their mouths, along with the blood.

Blood trickled down from the corner of his mouth.

Watching them feast, Liangxiang inexplicably recalled the scene of humans tearing a chicken leg off a whole roasted chicken, which was roughly the same.

"Crench, crunch."

Looking around, there were countless dark figures in uniform, their hands digging into the livers of corpses on the ground, bending down to gnaw on them, completely absorbed in their task.

The blood fountain pumped up to the ceiling, and another person was torn apart on the spot.

On the ground, camera stands, microphones, women's clothing, and men's leather shoes were scattered everywhere.

Liang Xiang's eyes were empty as she belatedly realized that they were not the first.

"Pfft-"

The dark shadow behind him flashed by.

(End of this chapter)