634

On a street in Queens, a soldier on patrol raised his head and glanced into the distance.

"There seems to be some movement in the city center."

His companion glanced at it and turned his head disapprovingly: "Maybe it's another parade, it's not peaceful this year."

"That's right."

The soldier pulled up the brim of his hat, straightened the gun in his hand, and sighed: "The price of bread is still rising. I plan to send my family to other counties, but after thinking about it, Backlund is the safest."

The companion shrugged: "Where do you want to send it? East Chester and East Tucker counties are both too close to the Amanda Mountains. The counties in the west still have to worry about whether those small countries want to take advantage of the situation. Just stay in Backlund.

If anything happens, just run to the air raid shelter or underground as soon as possible."

"Too."

They patrolled for a short distance, but from a distance they saw the captain of their team running towards him like the wind, and suddenly he stood in front of them, with a serious expression as if the Feysac Empire had already attacked.

The captain glanced at them majestically: "Did you notice anything unusual?"

The two stood still and answered at the same time: "No!"

"If not, go to Second Avenue immediately to participate in the interception operation." The captain's expression gave people great pressure, "Public riots occurred in the East District and Jerwood District, trying to attack the wealthy areas and government districts. You go to help control the people.

You can shoot to protect yourself if necessary."

The two young soldiers looked at each other in surprise, and then answered one after another: "Yes!"

…

Milan North leaned against the window seriously and listened to the emotional instigation before his death. He picked up a biscuit from the dinner plate held by the attendant devil and said with a smile: "As expected of a witch, I even thought about it after hearing it."

Let’s applaud His Majesty the King.”

"That's right, His Majesty the King's mistake was not to give more money to the families of these dead people!" A devil laughed, "He is too stingy, as stingy as Beria, even if a head is ten pounds, 90% of the people will be

I won’t argue with him anymore!”

The rest of the North family members burst out laughing. The world outside was so beautiful, and the demons tacitly exchanged their guilty sense of superiority with money to buy their lives in their smiles and eyes. They either lay on the window sill or walked onto the balcony.

, scrambling to appreciate the lively scene below, using his own abilities to add a bit of beautiful color to it from time to time.

"Didn't His Majesty the King do a great job? The witch said that the kidnappers were basically kidnapped from the slums, and no one cared about the people there. Why is it so lively now?" A serial killer poked his head out.

"Instigation, incitement, everyone is irrational now."

The demon wearing a gray formal vest standing next to him watched for a while and then joined the discussion: "The people here are probably only those whose family members are missing, and they are basically civilians who have been incited to cause trouble. You see a few people in the East District

People in the East End are busy looking for jobs and have no time to participate in these dangerous and time-wasting activities.”

"People from the East District will come out only when they can't find a job, like those female textile workers. I even took the opportunity to eat meat a few times."

While enjoying the drama, the demons poked their heads towards the head of the family. A few bold mid-sequences communicated quietly for a while. The leading apostle of desire looked at Milan and asked loudly:

"Master, can we go down and play?"

"It's too boring for them to continue making trouble like this, let's add fuel to their fire!"

The devil who was shaking the goblet of sparkling wine looked at them and nodded casually: "Go ahead."

The demons cheered, and the apostle of desire in a red tie jumped directly from the balcony. He accurately stepped on the head of a man who was trying to speak, and stepped on him directly to the feet of the crowded crowd. The man never appeared again.

stand up.

"His Majesty the King and Parliament need to give us an explanation!!"

The excited people roared and rushed toward the government district in the west.

The Desire Apostle spotted a leader shouting slogans. Just before the other person was about to speak again, he twisted his body and slipped through the gap in the crowd. He covered the other person's mouth and imitated the other person's voice and shouted:

“We need jobs and bread!!”

His voice was loud and reached everyone's ears in an instant.

Work and bread are obviously more important than dead family members! Even your favorite husband, wife, respectable parents, or beloved children will not be worth a bite of bread after death. Crowd

The originally neat slogan suddenly became noisy.

Then, after amplifying their inner desire for survival and their depression about being unable to provide for themselves and their families, the crowd gradually began to waver. This loud slogan not only attracted other people who came to seek explanations for their families, but also attracted people who were originally on the sidelines.

attitudes of workers and poor people.

The other demons in the crowd made gestures to each other, the Desire Apostle changed his voice, and they shouted together:

“We need jobs and bread!!”

Another slogan immediately seemed weak: "His Majesty the King must also give us an explanation!"

The apostle of desire glanced at the person he caught with the corner of his eye. His face turned purple, his pupils bulged, and he was forcefully covered to death. The demon casually threw the body at the feet of the crowd, and on his side

Motivate the emotions of the people around you and influence the direction of the team. There was a slight stampede, but it was harmless.

People were shouting slogans while advancing in confusion. Soon there was a continuous sound of dense footsteps in front of them. The patrolling soldiers ran over in an orderly manner and formed a seemingly indestructible human wall in front of the street. These symbolized the law and majesty.

People who cannot be offended by order and order immediately caused chaos in the parade. A middle-aged man who looked like an officer stood up and spoke majestically:

"Stop gathering! Stop marching and disband immediately!"

He winked, and several of the soldiers in the first line immediately pointed their guns in the sky and fired several threatening shots.

People at the rear who had no idea what was going on screamed when they heard the gunshots. The marching crowd felt great fear. People seemed to lose their sense of direction and reason for a moment and began to run around randomly. The only idea was to get out of here as soon as possible.

The procession of several hundred people was easily broken up by a medium-sequence Extraordinary.

"Damn it." The Desire Apostle had to blend in with the crowd and retreat. He kept a close eye on the obstructive captain, wondering how to make this farce more lively.

635

Audrey checked the status of everyone in Congressman Macht's home for the last time, and then stood up with a serious expression.

The witch's laughter had ended long ago, but she still felt the sound echoing in her mind. Someone had already set up a ladder to remove the strange device, and she also saw people from Silveras Field and the military walking through the streets.

Pass.

"It's time for me to go, Mr. World."

There was less smile on Audrey's face and more indescribable self-mockery: "Please send me back to Paisfield Street. Most of the people in the student aid foundation are from the East End and also worked in the previous university.

They lost their loved ones in the smog. They may need help now."

Klein nodded: "You are stronger than I thought."

"...Maybe this is also growth."

Audrey chuckled a little self-deprecatingly and looked at her hands: "Every time I get promoted, I feel that I am already very powerful and can do many, many things, but... what I have done

, I’ve always been chatting with friends and talking to elders.”

"So, I was just thinking about why I pursued extraordinary abilities in the first place."

Audrey tilted her head slightly and showed a smile. She looked like the innocent Miss Hall in the eyes of others:

"I once entered my own dream, and in the dream where I discovered the 'subconscious ocean', I saw the appearance of the extraordinary abilities in my dream, just like the magic in a fairy tale book for children, shining brightly,

It is full of dreams and can bring infinite beauty."

However, reality gave her a blow in the head very early. Other Extraordinaries are walking materials, and as the sequence increases, they will gradually be infected by madness. Even when she was still an inconspicuous low-sequence person, she had already been infected by simple things.

I almost lost control after drinking magic potion.

"...When I realized that being extraordinary was not only not beautiful, but also painful, twisted, and crazy, I was very disappointed and even had the idea of ​​stopping there. However, I also realized the powerful horror hidden in this world.

In order to better protect my family in such a world, I chose to move on."

Alfred died, was it because of my lack of ability? No, even if I became a Sequence 5 or a demigod, it would be difficult for me to protect him intact in the war.

Apart from that, what else can I do?

Klein listened quietly, listening to the confession of an audience member. He put his hand on Audrey's shoulder and activated "Teleport".

"You have a good idea."

They appeared in the room belonging to Director Audrey in the Loen Student Foundation. Klein was about to leave: "I hope you can always keep this idea."

"Thanks."

Audrey pursed her lips and showed a decent smile: "Mr. World, I have a very presumptuous question... What is your purpose of contacting the extraordinary?"

Klein was silent for a moment: "At first, it was to protect myself. Later, it was to find my family."

Audrey did remember that the other party mentioned his family to her. Mr. World seemed to be a person from ancient times: "What about now? Do you still plan to continue to be promoted?"

This question really stopped Klein. He felt that he could safely be a demigod, enjoy a long life, secretly protect Melissa and Benson, and live like this. Without hatred as a motivation, Jin

It doesn't seem to matter if you don't get promoted.

"I haven't thought about it yet," he said.

Audrey didn't ask any questions and sent Klein off naturally. She pushed open the door to the director's office and walked quickly towards the source of the faint crying in her ears - the lounge.

As soon as she entered the lounge, she saw several familiar faces crying, and some people were staring blankly at the ceiling, not knowing what they were thinking.

"Miss Audrey!" When the sensible people saw her, they immediately stood up, grabbed her hand nervously, and asked anxiously, "Is what the witch said just now true? Our family
To be continued...