Age of Heroes, 10-game winning streak

With each passing minute, the air became more anxious and depressing.

No one knows how many of the 30,000 people here can survive.

According to past data, when the rescue time exceeds forty-five minutes, the survival probability will drop significantly, plummeting from 50% to less than 20%.

Moreover, the South Railway Station, as a transportation hub, was paralyzed for an hour, which also brought a relatively heavy burden to the entire Beijing transportation system, and several high-speed train lines had to be suspended.

This affects more than tens of thousands of people.

Half an hour after the disaster occurred, the entire capital and even half of the country learned the news.

Too many people are paying attention here.

"Damn, are these people crazy?"

In the dark car, the Shanhai Division workers were yelling curses.

"What's wrong, Lao Tan?" The driver was startled and looked at the middle-aged man who was trying to light a cigarette but his hands kept shaking.

"The bosses have gone crazy. The internal situation is still unclear. They actually contacted reporters directly and asked reporters to accompany them directly into the scene for filming. They are also war reporters from the Beijing News!" Old Tan patted his thigh: "Crazy, really crazy. !”

"This..." the driver swallowed and said, "I remember that the Beijing News should only be responsible for reporting."

"Yeah, they won't listen to other people at all. They will report whatever they see!" Old Tan shook his hands tremblingly, pressed the old-fashioned lighter, and sparks flew everywhere: "They think that after the minions entered, the situation will definitely be very serious now." Stable, at this time, we must seize the opportunity to make a public appearance in the media!"

"But now, you and I don't know what's going on inside! What if? If someone dies, a lot of people die, who will be responsible, and you still need to take credit? We also need to create a heroic character to raise the name of Shanhaisi. I have never been kicked by a donkey and I can’t think of this stupid move!”

The workers were so angry that they kicked and cursed.

The driver took the lighter, ignited it and handed it over: "Why don't you calm down?"

"Lizhi, what do you want me to do with you? The reporter will be here soon, and I have to go with him!"

Lao Tan's fists were hardened: "Look at how my hands are shaking. The bosses only focus on giving orders and don't listen to my feedback at all. I'm under too much pressure!"

Of course, complaints are complaints, and you have to return to reality after getting angry.

Lao Tan bent over and pushed open the car door: "We can only hope that the minions can really make a difference, otherwise the reporter's real-time broadcast this time will make Shanhaisi a joke. It's not that the higher-ups didn't expect this, but they lost the red At the end of the day, they have nothing to lose, and if they win, they still have a chance to make a comeback. This is the case for every gambler who goes to the gambling table."

He rubbed his face. As the fish bound on the big boat of Shanhaisi, he had no choice but to continue dragging it forward. He had no other choice.

Soon, a vehicle loaded with the latest satellite communication equipment parked outside the egg shell of the South Station. After the door opened, a filming team of three people rushed to the scene immediately.

It's a standard combination of a female reporter, a male photographer and an assistant.

There should not be too many people accompanying you on site, usually two people are enough.

Female reporters have short, smart hair. As front-line reporters, they are different from the leading ladies who stay in TV stations. They often have a more resolute and resolute temperament.

This girl, Lao Tan has come into contact with the other party's information, is also from a military family. She did not join the army, but chose the journalism industry. She has worked as a military reporter and a war correspondent. She is also a second-level extraordinary cultivation. She is twenty-nine years old. Unmarried, with a strong sense of professionalism and professional honor.

"Cheng Jiyue."

"Just call me Lao Tan."

The two briefly shook hands.

"The interview task we received this time was to conduct live coverage as Chang Yesi went deep into the scene. It has been an hour since the disaster occurred, but there has been no breakthrough. It can be said that the national audience is paying attention to this. As soon as there is news, we will immediately break in Go in and record the scene.”

"As for the results and achievements of Shanhaisi's minion team, we will also record them completely to ensure that there are no mistakes...but the general safety of the people must still be given priority. I hope you can understand this."

Cheng Jiyue spoke fast but not cluttered, and her articulation was clear and coherent, showing her strong professionalism and at the same time emphasizing her impartial stance.

Lao Tan wiped the sweat from his palms: "It's natural and understandable... As long as you can report it truthfully, that's best."

"We are also honored that your company can think so. It seems that the minions of Shanhai are very trustworthy, and your company has such confidence." Cheng Jiyue said politely, and then looked at the dark sphere, with a flash of light in his eyes. Cold chill.

The golden rescue time has passed. How many people are dead or injured inside now? No matter how confident Shanhaisi is, they should not be so confident. There are 30,000 ordinary people. Who has the ability to save so many people?

Cheng Jiyue took deep breaths continuously, which was also a major challenge in her career.

Although the battlefields I have seen in the past were brutal, they were far less shocking than witnessing natural disasters with my own eyes. The former can be avoided to a certain extent, but the latter is an unavoidable fate.

No one knows when a disaster will suddenly strike, and before such a disaster, no matter how strong a single person is, he can only barely protect himself. How can he protect everyone?

"Reporter Cheng, there seems to be a change." Chang Yesi's watchman came up and reminded: "We have to prepare immediately."

"Okay." Cheng Jiyue opened her eyes and slapped her cheek hard. She prepared for psychological counseling and already had a premonition of what kind of bloody hell she would walk into.

Just arrived at the frontier.

Then a crisp cracking sound was heard.

"Cracked!"

"The shell of the shadow world is about to be lifted?"

"Attention all units, be wary of riots when the shadow world shell is lifted. If any disaster beasts or alien species appear, kill them immediately on the spot!"

"Do not use large-scale heavy firepower for the time being to avoid harming civilians!"

A voice came over the intercom.

After reporters, photographers, assistants and Lao Tan put on protective clothing, they followed Chang Yesi's team to prepare to enter the sealed area of ​​​​the film world.

There are a total of eighteen teams entering from four directions at the same time. A basic formation of six people is the best configuration to deal with the encounter.

The strategy of conquering the Shadow World cannot be overcome by relying on crowd tactics.

As the shell continues to break, the originally solid outer wall of the Shadow World area has collapsed, shattered and disappeared, and light shines through the exposed cracks.

The South Railway Station, which originally lay on the ground like a giant, has also revealed its original appearance.

Suddenly, almost everyone took a breath of cold air.

Looking from the front, the South Station, which was completed and put into use less than five years ago, has changed beyond recognition.

The main structure of the building is still intact, but its face has been lost, especially the spacious square in front of the South Station. It is like layers of cream cakes have been scraped away and diners have been wantonly eating them. Knives and forks have been touched on it, and even a child's random drawing is far better than what it looks like now.

This is not a trace that can be shaken by an earthquake. It is more like Kali, who transformed into the goddess of destruction, danced here.

The biggest smell in the entire square is the long and narrow crack that runs through the entire square and splits the dozens of walking stairs leading to the train station into two sections. This ravine is so deep that sewage has already floated out of it. The peculiar smell spread from the feet all the way to the main entrance of the train station.

"What exactly happened here..." Cheng Jiyue murmured: "It seems that we have experienced a very tragic battle."

The Changye Sigeng who was clearing the way ahead said: "No victims have been found here so far, although there are a lot of blood stains."

"Isn't this a good thing?" Lao Tan said, but he was mentally prepared to see a scene that would mess him up as soon as he came in.

"Not necessarily..." the caller said in a low tone: "There are blood stains, and there should be injured or dead people on the front, but no one can be seen, which means the body may have been dragged away, eaten, or collected. ”

"I once witnessed a disaster in the Shadow World in the past..."

Cheng Jiyue raised her head and noticed that the watchman, who was so armed that only his eyes could be seen, had cold and scary eyes.

"Yes, what?" she asked carefully.

The watchman lowered his voice: "Jingguan."

When Lao Tan heard these two words, his legs started to weaken. It would be better to see corpses everywhere.

Continuing forward, we came to the edge of the square, where a large amount of rubble was piled up. The garbage, dust and rubble generated in the aftermath of the battle were all pushed to the outside.

After crossing this threshold, we can finally see all the signs of tragedy in the square, clearly visible at a glance.

"There!" Cheng Jiyue motioned to the photographer to snap a photo immediately: "What is that!"

"Jingguan?" Old Tan's voice was raised and seemed a bit sharp.

Near the center of the square, something was piled high, more than five meters high.

The watchman had already pulled out the Bafang Han Sword in his hand, but soon he put the sword back into its scabbard: "No, it's not Jingguan."

Jingguan is made of human heads, but this one is obviously not. Although the materials are all corpses, the piles are more than five meters high, and they are clearly the corpses of disaster beasts one after another.

The photographer was zooming in, nervously capturing the appearance of the dead beasts. The terrifying beasts and shadow species were lying on the ground, like piled garbage bags. There was no life at all, and they could only be felt from their corpses. The majesty and terror of their lives.

This is not Jingguan, just a pile of corpses.

"I'm not asking you to take pictures of this." Cheng Jiyue patted the photographer on the shoulder, pointed and said: "Up above, take pictures of the top!"

The photographer aimed the camera lens upward and raised it.

At this time, a sideways image clearly appeared in the live broadcast on the tablet held by the assistant.

He was sitting on the top of the pile of corpses piled up by the disaster beasts. His clothes were stained with a bit of scarlet. There was a knife lying across his knees, and his fingers flicked the blade lightly, as if he was humming some melody.

Chapter 523: Cut out the previous paragraph and thank you

When everyone stepped into this area, they were prepared to face and welcome corpses everywhere.

The news media have prepared various articles in advance, preparing to express their condolences to the people who died in this disaster.

Some smart video websites even switched the color subject from color to black and white in advance. Although the sliding speed is very fast, no one thinks there is a problem.

After all, this is the disaster in the shadow world. No one knows when it will come, and when it comes, it means that the power button of your life has been abruptly pressed.

I don’t know which one will come first, the real tomorrow or the accident.

But the scene in front of them really shocked everyone's visual nerves.

They are all corpses, but they are all corpses of alien species and disaster beasts. They are piled up into a hill several meters high. Each huge monster has long lost its life, and sitting at the top of the pile of corpses is a handsome and handsome man. A handsome young man.

Holding the sword across his knees and playing with his fingers, his calm and contented self-entertainment was really incompatible with this environment.

But it seemed very harmonious.

"Who is that?" asked the watchman.

"Wait, I seem to have an impression." As a journalist, Cheng Jiyue has an absolutely good memory, especially good at remembering people's names and faces. She quickly searched in her memory and quickly found the corresponding person, and blurted out: "Bai Yu, Bai Yujing!"

"Who are you talking about?" Lao Tan raised his voice. This was not a deliberate question, but a confirmation question.

"More than half a month ago, the young hero in the plane crash, he and several Penglai students worked together to save the plane that was destined to crash. No one died on the entire plane." Cheng Jiyue read quickly: "I didn't expect it. , this person is also here, and it seems that he had a fierce battle with the disaster beast here... Come on, let's go up and interview him, he must know a lot of first-hand information!"

After saying that, he rushed forward. Anyway, there was no danger nearby.

This is the resolute behavior of war correspondents.

When Cheng Jiyue ran ten meters in front of the mountain of corpses, she could clearly feel the strong smell of blood and the terrifying aura emanating from these dead beasts. She simply identified them: "Terrible teeth, broken claws, Blood demons...are all disaster beasts of level two or above."

The average combat power of extraordinary beings is lower than that of disaster beasts. It is generally believed that to deal with a disaster beast of the same level, a team of at least three people must join forces to kill them in a row to achieve no casualties.

And they are piled here, with only one wound on their bodies, which is a fatal wound.

"We are reporters from the New Beijing TV Station..." She raised her voice and faced the young man above her.

At this time, the sun was a little bright and dazzling, and the light shining through the clouds illuminated the blood-stained white clothes.

Bai Yu opened his eyes, knowing that someone was approaching. He was just too tired, so he sat down to rest for a while.

Turning around, he stepped on the hill made of corpses of disaster beasts. Every step was very smooth. In the live broadcast covering half of the summer, he stepped on the bones and climbed down the stairs. The Kuaiyu knife was stained with fresh blood.

There is no doubt that he has just walked back from the bloody arena, and every inch is soaked with murderous intent that makes people's hair stand on end.

Looking at the young man walking up to him, Cheng Jiyue actually forgot his lines for a moment.

She had read reports about Bai Yu and compiled information about him. She even thought that she might have the opportunity to interview this young man who had a promising future in both the alchemy world and the extraordinary field. However, she never thought about meeting him for the first time. would be in this case.

She has met countless people, so naturally she was dazzled by the handsome man. Even Xiao Shuihan could make her heartbeat increase by ten at most.

Seeing him up close with my own eyes was completely different from what I saw in photos and videos.

I don’t know if it’s the psychological feeling caused by the surrounding environment, but Cheng Jiyue just feels that this young man who is only a few days old in the data gives her a sense of maturity and stability that is far beyond that of his peers, and he also feels that he is in the blood and fire. The special temperament he has developed, the slightly pursed lips and the calm and determined expression give him an indescribable unique temperament engraved on his whole body.

Is he really just a student?

The two simply looked at each other for three seconds, neither of them spoke first. Cheng Jiyue, who was supposed to take the initiative to break the ice, froze and didn't move. She didn't even notice the assistant next to her winking crazily.

Fortunately, Bai Yu nodded first: "Hello."

Cheng Jiyue came to her senses after being in a trance: "Hello."

After a simple greeting and greetings, she regained her journalistic demeanor. Instead of smiling, she asked directly: "Classmate Bai, can you tell us about the general situation here? After the outside world was blocked, we There’s no way of knowing what’s going on here.”

"Okay." Bai Yu began to explain simply and concisely: "Let's start with the disaster situation. At present, the more serious damage problems are concentrated in the outer area. About ten people were seriously injured. Emergency treatment was carried out, and the rest were slightly injured. People don’t know, there are about fifty people, it’s all caused by the stampede caused by crowding and panic..."

"Wait?" Cheng Jiyue grabbed the key word: "Ten people were seriously injured?"

"Yes, ten."

"Only ten?" Old Tan blurted out with another watcher.

Bai Yu asked strangely: "Talent?"

"Classmate Bai, you can't talk nonsense." Cheng Jiyue said seriously: "Even if the passenger flow in the South Station is not large in the morning, there are at least 30,000 people moving around at this time! The number of injured is only a few dozen, which is too... "