Chapter 175 Latiya is dead?
Latiya is dead...
No, it should be that the owner of the first generation gene in the dean's cultivation device died.
She died in Sean's hands, but it was suicide.
Outside the city, even from a long distance, you can see the huge fireball rising there.
Sean narrowed his eyes slightly. He threw away Latiya's body and said in a deep voice: "Go and search."
"Yes!"
Soon, the report came.
There is a huge hole in the ground of [Academy], but there is nothing inside, not even the proliferation of the strong crimson man of [Academy].
There is an underground passage leading outside the city, which is the direction of the explosion.
At the same time, more things were found, including many corpses.
For example, the corpse that looks like Latiya, the corpse that looks like Wei Conggu, the corpse that looks like Qiong Ying...
For example... Sean's brand new, silent corpse .
They were all lying next to a collection of abandoned artificial breeding devices.
The huge mushroom cloud in the distance was gradually dissipating, and the expressions of everyone present became solemn.
Only Sean was silent for a while, and then slowly showed a smile.
"I see...I didn't expect that you would learn all my plans..."
"It's just that there is something very sad..."
" We have the same goal.”
……
Outside the city, a huge explosion completely reduced an area to ruins, which was the original resource warehouse of the [Academy].
Like the explosion that once occurred at the [Golden Ghost] headquarters, the explosion here was trapped in an energy field.
The huge energy shattered the sky, the heavy snow falling around stopped, and a huge gap appeared in the evil dome.
In the distance, Moza pushed up his glasses.
He saw the airship taking off.
Sure enough, it was just as the elder brother said, the real problem might be hidden here...
He took out a mirror and shook it in the direction of Paradise City.
Moza did not act rashly, because Sean once ordered that some things do not necessarily need to be blocked.
Even though the hot airflow has not disappeared, the airship took a desperate risk and took advantage of the airflow and the dissipated evil dome to completely rise into the sky at the edge.
Zhu Zhu's voice came from the mirror: "Sean told you to wait here instead of going to the airship."
Moza stood up and pushed up his glasses: "It's too late to go now..."
...
With the death of the first generation, the people affected by the white light seemed to gradually wake up. Come over.
They looked around in surprise and panic, wondering why they did what they did just now.
And some people with fragile minds have gradually lost their breath. In order to repent of their sins, they killed themselves with sharp weapons.
People were panicked and helpless, but the fine traditions of Paradise City quickly made them react.
The houses of the dead began to be broken into.
The prosthetic bodies on the corpses also began to be divided up.
Someone laughed triumphantly, because he found a lot of valuable things, at least to the people on this street, they were valuable.
More people joined the carnival.
Even Dirty Snow was ignored. They quickly reacted from the controlled panic. After realizing that nothing unexpected happened to them, they immediately joined the plundering team.
Another good news has come.
A certain rich man in the rich area committed suicide, and his bodyguards were sent to other places.
In other words, there were only frail slaves, servants, women and children left in that magnificent house.
Since this time, the "free shopping" wanted notice issued by Sean has been widely publicized in the city. People's enthusiasm has long been mobilized, and they have also seen the rewards received by some lucky people.
The first person couldn't help it anymore, and the second person joined in.
Then more news came. The owner of the biggest nightclub also died, and his bodyguards started fighting among themselves because of the uneven distribution of the spoils.
The director of the Supervision Bureau also died. The fugitives in custody walked out of the cage and rushed to the director's home cheering.
The director of the new civilized law department also died. The clerk who was criticized yesterday was the first to laugh.
More news of deaths came, more cheers.
Moreover, the people from [Golden Ghost] didn’t show up, and they didn’t seem to care.
The people in the Supervisory Bureau have too much time to take care of themselves, and no one can stop this turmoil.
The people in the city went crazy, all at once.
One after another high-ranking and powerful people died, and one after another wealthy businessmen committed suicide. What is this?
This is the signal for dinner!
The residents of Paradise City have exerted their fine traditions and inherited the will of their predecessors!
No one cares about the potentially fatal dirty snow above their heads. With the first person, there is the second person, and then the hundredth person, and the thousandth person.
A huge robbery began.
People turned into snowmen, transporting all kinds of things they could grab amidst the nauseating toxins.
There is only one last sanity they can maintain: don't touch those wealthy households whose owners are still alive.
The homes of the deceased were flooded by countless people.
The white light once made people realize their sins in their confusion, but after the white light ended, the evil in their hearts was magnified.
The frenzy of the crowd took away the last sanity.
Paradise City is in complete chaos.
Bai Ye, who was well protected, was not illuminated by the white light, but she saw this ridiculous scene.
She looked at all this in disbelief, feeling that the world had gone crazy.
Ai Youqian and his son from the imperial capital hid in a heavily guarded room. The father and son looked serious. Ai Huaqian couldn't help but muttered:
"What happened... And Sean, does Sean care about it?”
……
Sean is standing on top of the mechanical giant, where Latiya once lived.
He looked at this place, looking at the female statue that symbolized the [Academy's] superpowers and the balance of the prosthetic body.
After a moment, he showed a smile.
"Then let's make a big fuss, tut, just so more people can see how hopeless this world is."
The snow is falling even harder.
...
The people who were frantically grabbing and even fighting the people around them did not notice that the color of the dirty snow had changed.
The dirty snow, infected by the poison gas of the Great Crack and the evil dome, showed other colors for the first time, and then fell one after another on the noisy streets and on people's heads.
No one cares why the snowflakes turn red.
They only know that by grabbing more things now, their stoves can become even hotter in the winter.
dead?
They don’t care, the more people die, the better, so that they can grab more things.
Until the first person did something wrong.
That was a thin man. He only had three fingers on each hand. That was the punishment he got after being caught stealing things in the past. The price of prosthetic fingers was not low, and he couldn't afford it.
However, this harvest can make his hands complete, so even if he braves the potentially fatal dirty snow, he is still working hard to drag the things and hide them in his home.
"The third trip..."
He wiped his sweat and showed a satisfied smile.
Then he glanced at his hands.
I don’t know when something like a granule grew out from the base of the bare finger.
He then became aware of some itching and a strange irritability.
He subconsciously raised his hand and looked at it, smelling something.
Like...the flesh and blood of crazy beasts that have not been cleansed of toxins?
Then, his fingertips twisted and his body twisted.
(End of this chapter)