Son of the Tower

Chapter 532 Sometimes

The situation of the police force was very bad. When Mars and His Excellency the Chief Dean rushed to the police station, the place was in a mess. The dozens of corpses lying on the ground were all in a state of death from various bullet wounds. More than a dozen policemen who were alive He also looked pale, seeing His Excellency the Chief Dean coming, the chief police officer came over, and put his finger next to the trigger of the rifle in his hand: "Mr. Chief Dean, what you said is not wrong, our people are indeed There is a problem, these people all live in the southeast."

"I know, you are loyal." Mars took the topic, he looked at the aura on the middle-aged man: "You call all the escaped police officers now and tell them that the city needs them, they are Would you rather watch the city fall and suffer the loss of your own wife or stand up like a man now that our men are controlling the bridge and I need local cops like you to control the safety of the safe zone."

"Are you..." the police officer was curious.

"He is the chief of the tower, the omnipotent little gentleman in your mouth." The head teacher smiled happily when he introduced it.

Then Mars saw a look of respect on the police officer's face: "So it's Mr. Xiao, I can't see Taishan, so what do you need us to do?"

"I will contact the military and ask them to equip you with heavy firepower from the logistics warehouse. You can load them into your police cars. Then I will contact the city hall and issue a city-wide silence order. All citizens who want to leave the city can Leave through a dedicated route, and you, you can issue a warning to all targets who disobey orders and walk in the wrong block, and if they have guys in their hands, you can shoot directly after a warning fails!"

"I'm going to contact all the police, sir, but you know I'm alone."

"Meng Zou?" Mars turned to look at the drone beside him.

"You don't have to text or call, I've got your phone list and sent everyone a text message in your name, cowards may run for their own lives, but fighters run for their families Go to death with the city, choose one of the two." Meng Zou's speech came from the drone's speech.

"Then the Chief Dean, do we have any other police stations to go to? If not, let's go to the City Hall." Mars looked at the Chief Dean.

"Let me contact other police stations." The police officer said so.

The latter nodded vigorously: "That's up to you, Mr. Mars, let's go to the city hall, there should be a lot of headless flies there now."

Yeah, headless flies.

When Mars passed by in the car, he found that there were many incidents of vandalism, looting and burning on the road, but most of them were under control. The presence of the religious order and local police officers made Mars feel better.

Until thirteen idiots with guns tried to stop the car.

Mars waved his hand, and the Psionic Palm patted the thirteen idiots against the wall without keeping their hands, so they could only leave thirteen piles of meat paste on the wall.

The Chief Dean seemed to want to say something, but he looked at another car on the side of the road full of bullet holes, and the corpses leaning against the car body, and finally chose to remain silent.

However, the situation got better the further north he went. After entering the municipal area, Mars finally saw the dignity of a city appear in front of him in an unseemly manner.

The car stopped in front of the city hall, and there was a huge crowd of people here, Meng Zou sighed through the earphones in Mars's ear sockets: "The last time I saw the scene of [-] cameras was when our tower was accepting new apprentices this year. "

Because they appeared together with the head teacher, reporters immediately surrounded him.

The chief dean took the initiative to stand up, and he stopped the microphone that was stabbed like a dagger for Mars: "I and the representative of the high tower will talk to the mayor."

As soon as the media people heard it, they surrounded him like the Nurgle corpse Mars had seen in the sewer, and a dozen guards who wanted to come over to control the situation were pushed aside. These days, those who resist the cameras are carefully selected by the media. - what kind of two-meter-high high-hoofed man with arms and arms that can run horses, or a two-meter-two giant man with a big waist and round waist among the Bill tribe, or a snow-hoofed man with an average height of 1.8 meters from the plateau, you are a [-]-meter man without a tail Why are the guards crowded with others?

It's crowded, and you can't eat it when someone comes over with an elbow.

Mars took two steps, looked at the five layers of densely packed microphones, and the media friends who were full of expectations sighed: "I can't leave today without saying something, right?"

"Yes." Everyone laughed in unison.

There was a little girl, very young, her two rabbit ears were still hanging on the sides of her head, she blinked her big eyes, Mars thought for a while, and pointed to her: "You come to ask questions."

"Who are you, can you introduce yourself?"

You see, sometimes tacit understanding is like this.

"From the Tower, Mars Maya Gayat."

What is thunder on the flat ground? I saw all the girls and boys holding the microphones turned around in unison. They hung the earphones in their ear canals, then spoke Mandarin to the camera, and then turned the microphones up and down in a very unified manner. The next seven layers of arrangement point to Mars.

It is the kind of media people who are 1.8 meters, 1.6 meters, 1.4 meters, 1.2 meters, [-] meters, [-] meters and [-] meters in an orderly array.

Mars still supported this point, so he still pointed to the little dwarf rabbit girl.

The little girl was flattered: "I represent all the media in the entire economic belt at this moment, Mr. Gaota, what is your business here today?"

"I want to tell the mayor that the southeast urban area will be immediately blocked, and the nearby urban area will be under military control. The southern Thai army is coming, and the situation will be under control." Mars said all encouraging words.

"Then what do you think about the incident in the southeast city?" The little girl glanced at her companions and found that they were looking at her with caring eyes, so the little girl rushed forward and asked the second question.

"You should have heard of something. For example, followers of the Chaos Religion are fanning the flames in the southeast region. Here I want to tell those who want to send this city into the abyss. I don't know who you are, and I don't want to know What on earth do you want to do, I will try to use all the knowledge I have learned to find you, kill you, and erase all traces of your existence."

Everyone in the media applauded. When this sentence comes from other people's mouths, they may put a question mark, but this sentence is very credible when it comes out of the mouth of Mars, a little gentleman in the tower.

After all, these years, Mr. Gaota's little man kept his promise, and the corpses of the traffickers he sent up are still hung on the street lamps in some cities.

The rabbit girl asked the third sentence: "If those bad guys, I mean, if they kidnap the surviving citizens and use their lives as a price for them to leave alive, what would you do?"

This question was a good one, and everyone shut up. Her little race colleague even elbowed the girl's waist.

Mars looked around, and finally said: "I will not try to negotiate with the terrorists, nor will I be kidnapped by the life and death of the surviving citizens they kidnapped. Does anyone know how many people are alive in the southeast region?"

"About 17, counting the three surrounding urban areas, it's almost 60." The young half-blood elf replied.

"The situation in the Southeast District is very bad. Maybe less than half of the people are still alive. As a son of the tower, I should have saved all innocent people, but I also have to be soberly aware that there are millions of innocent people in San Francisco. , and there are more cities and towns around, and more innocent people, if these people are allowed to escape, I can't imagine who will be the victim next time, so I have to make a ruthless choice, Perhaps the surviving citizens of the Southeast District will equate me with a butcher, but I can't put hundreds of millions of innocent people in the entire economic belt in danger for a small number of innocent lives. I can personally accept the infamy, Can be reviled by those surviving citizens, but I have to do it, thank you."

After finishing speaking, Mars stretched out his hands and gently separated them from both sides.

This time, friends from the media parted ways amidst applause, allowing Mars to see Mr. Mayor of the city.

(End of this chapter)