Stellaris: Earth Alliance

Chapter 181 The thermos that penetrates the stars
Wang Mengting's hand holding the microphone couldn't help but tremble.

The reaction at the scene completely exceeded her expectations.

She was almost moved when she sang.

As a singer, you are affected by your own singing, so shouldn’t the audience in the audience be even more excited?

However, the audience's reaction not only did not meet Wang Mengting's expectations, but went all the way away from the opposite of what was expected.

And Wang Mengting's eyes inadvertently swept across the expressions of every audience member. That expression was not enjoyment and relaxation, but pain and discomfort.

An audience member in the front row threw whatever they were holding at Wang Mengting on the stage.

A drink was dropped on her head with water in it.

As a psyker, she could naturally avoid it, but at this moment she was completely stunned. She didn't know why the audience reacted like this.

As a singer whose hobby is singing and whose dream is to have more people hear her singing and be happy, the blow she suffered at this moment is not something that ordinary people can imagine.

"It's so unpleasant. I've never heard such a physically uncomfortable song!"

As the first person vented his anger and shouted out his thoughts loudly, the others couldn't hide it.

They were originally people sent by the consortium, and they wanted you to sing less well if you sang well.

If you don't sing well, then your singing will be even worse.

But now Wang Mengting's song can no longer be described as good or bad, but it caused an uncontrollable nauseating physiological reaction in their whole bodies.

"No, I'm going to vomit. This is the first time in my life that I feel like vomiting while listening to a song."

"I have never heard such an ugly song in my life. These monkeys are always able to break through people's lower limits."

"Stop singing, stop singing. I heard there are more than a dozen songs to come. Come on down quickly."

"If you sing again, we will all die here."

The chirping sound became terrifying and frightening with the scale of 60 people at the scene.

Although Wang Mengting's translator was broken and there was no way to translate so many people's voices at the same time, Wang Mengting didn't know what the people in the audience were saying.

But he can read body language.

The people below either sat on their seats and looked up at the sky as if they were exhausted.

Or hold on to the handle of the chair and start to vomit.

And more people threw the things in their hands directly towards Wang Mengting on the stage.

Light sticks, drink bottles, hats, food and everything else they could grab were thrown towards Wang Mengting on the stage.

Wang Mengting instinctively took a step back, but her violently shaking body made it impossible for her to react further.

At this moment, his mind was completely blank.Unable to respond to things around him.

The CIA agents off the field never expected this scene.

The best they guessed was that Wang Mengting sadly left the stage amidst a lot of scolding.

As for the current scene where the audience was so excited that they stood up and threw things, it was a godsend.

Of course, in fact, Wang Mengting's songs are indeed very difficult to listen to.

If it weren't for the willpower of their CIA agents, who had been tempered in every possible way, they would have almost failed.

A CIA agent first inserted an energy coin into his energy center, and then used his mechanical arm to grab a thermos bottle of the person next to him, making a throwing gesture.

The sound of roaring mechanical operation came from the arm.

The huge energy of the energy coin was drained instantly, chemical energy was converted into electrical energy, and then electrical energy was converted into mechanical energy.As the agent threw it, it was like a blow that penetrated the stars, and was knocked out.

"Om..."

A thermos bottle was thrown out with the power of the electromagnetic gun, blasting the air and hitting Wang Mengting's head on the stage.

Despite Brad's instructions, the live camera should be pointed at the ten CIA agents throughout the entire process.

But ever since the first person threw something on the stage, the cameras started flying around, targeting people who were throwing things like the stage.

At this moment, the CIA agent took advantage of the moment the camera turned his head to throw this blow.

Of course, such a powerful blow could only have been thrown by one of their prosthetics, but if you didn't take a picture of the evidence, that means there wasn't any.

Portman's powerful ability to control public opinion means that even if you are photographed, he can forcefully interfere with it, not to mention that you don't even have video data.

"boom!"

Qin Xu was already standing on the stage, raised his hand and pulled the trigger on the thermos flask that was rushing toward Wang Mengting's forehead.

The bullet struck the thermos at an angle.

Although it was not able to stop the thermos bottle, it also distorted the flight path of the thermos bottle a little, so that it just brushed Wang Mengting's hair and flew out instead of directly hitting Wang Mengting's head.

A powerful wave of air swept across his face, making it hurt.

Wang Mengting instinctively began to protect her head, and other miscellaneous things also began to hit her body.

The CIA agent was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that this fatal blow could still be deflected.

At this time, Brad had urgently refocused the live camera on the ten CIA agents.

When things have reached their worst point, don't continue to escalate them into irreconcilable situations.

Nothing should happen to Wang Mengting.

Security guards belonging to Quillak outside the venue immediately rushed into the venue and controlled all the rioting people to their seats.

Some people tried to struggle, but these security guards were actually soldiers disguised by Brad. Anyone who dared to resist would be uniformed on the spot.

Not all of the more than 60 people on the field were reckless, and mainly because they had nothing to throw away, they gradually became quiet.

"It's too unpleasant. Let's go. We are here to listen to music, not to be tortured."

"Let's go, why are you still here?"

"It's better not to hold such concerts in the future. The cultural attainments of these monkeys are still too low."

"I don't know where the courage comes from. He came here to hold a concert and made it so grand. It's really funny."

Although there are no more radical actions, the people are all people who have received money, so naturally they cannot give up.

Their original plan was to leave the stage collectively when the other party didn't sing well.

It was even more natural to leave the scene at this moment. It was not even obvious that they were just asking for help, but that they really left after being tortured unbearably.

Of course, the traces of entrustment are still quite obvious. After all, there is no way to say that among the 60 people, there is not one person who truly respects others. If they want to leave, they will all leave.

Brad in the monitoring room watched this scene and gritted his teeth with hatred.

I only paid attention to the CIA and the other party's use of violent means to carry out assassinations, but I didn't expect that since it was a consortium that would intervene in this way.

Regardless of the outcome, this officially organized non-governmental exchange meeting was definitely a failure.

(End of this chapter)