411: The key is to act according to the opportune moment; prepare for a surprise attack!

Reis's voice was exceptionally impassioned, and combined with the various acts of rubbing General Hafke's face into the ground, it made the Asara people watching the live stream boil with excitement.

"Well done!!! Reis!!! Great job!!"

"I misunderstood Reis before; I always thought he was a dog of a warlord, but looking at it now, only Reis is what the people want!"

"Right! So what if Hafke is awesome? Haven't we Asara people still made it to this day?"

"So what if Hafke is awesome? Now that his security director is being humiliated by Reis, doesn't he still have no way to deal with it?"

Although Reis could not see the comments in the live stream, he knew roughly what the comments would be saying at this moment.

This was exactly what he wanted.

While seizing the mandel brick, he was also winning over the majority of the Asara civilians to follow him.

It could be said that with the mandel brick, one could master all of Hafke's current technological level.

Among the large number of civilians fanatically following him, he would naturally be able to find talent capable of understanding and applying medical technology.

By then, his own injuries would not be difficult to treat.

"Everyone, hands on your heads, kneel in the corner."

"You are no exception, but you don't need to face the wall; you only need to face me."

Reis raised the S12K and aimed it at Jacob on the second floor.

The latter could hardly suppress the anger in his eyes, but he still gritted his teeth and complied.

With bullet holes already in his knees, this kneeling nearly made Jacob faint from the pain.

"That reporter, find an angle and take a group photo."

Reis casually pointed at a female reporter.

Reis's previous brutality had made her afraid to disobey his orders, so she had no choice but to comply.

Even though she was afraid of Reis, as a fellow woman, while taking the group photo, she used her composition experience to capture Demulan, who was lying naked, in the least conspicuous position.

Click — — — — —

As the flash went off, this scene was frozen in the camera.

In the picture.

Reis stood on the stage, laughing wildly, his red sunglasses looking like a devil from hell under the lights.

And in the bottom left corner of the picture, Demulan lay naked at Reis's feet, the gruesome wound on her abdomen still bleeding continuously.

Jacob on the second floor was kneeling in front of the railing with bullet holes all over his knees.

After doing all this, Reis had achieved all his goals.

He walked off the stage, grabbed the female reporter by the hair, and dragged her violently.

"Ah — —!!"

The female reporter let out an instinctive scream, but seeing Reis turn to look at her, she immediately shut her mouth, her eyes filled with tears.

Only her shoulders were left trembling silently.

"Retreat."

Reis waved his hand at the Asara Soldiers, and the Soldiers lowered their guns and followed behind Reis.

Just as everyone was feeling relieved by Reis's departure.

The sound of Reis's laughter rang out from outside the Diamond Queen Hotel.

"The guest appearance at the press conference ends here."

"I've left some gifts for everyone inside the Diamond Queen Hotel."

"It will probably... explode in about 1 minute, hahahaha."

"Everyone, you need to run hard! To survive!"

"Hahahahahaha."

Accompanied by happy laughter, Reis took the terrified female reporter and drove away in a pickup truck.

Inside the Diamond Queen Hotel, everyone had heard what Reis said last.

Beep beep beep — — — —

Not only that, they could already hear the beeping sounds coming from within the surrounding walls and rooms.

That sound, like Death knocking on the door, was striking at everyone's sanity.

"Ah — — — —!!"

"The back door is locked!!"

"Get the fuck out of the way, don't block me!"

"Everyone don't push! One minute is enough for us to leave through the main entrance one by one!"

"If we push like this, nobody will get out!"

"Bullshit, if you want to queue, go to the back yourself! I'm getting out now!!"

In an instant, the originally polite big shots all tore off their disguises.

The fear that had been on their faces just now when Reis was present had also disappeared.

Instead, it turned into a ferocious, man-eating expression.

Everyone was desperately trying to squeeze out the door for the sake of their own lives.

Even though they knew that if they yielded a little and let the person next to them go first, they could also get out quickly.

But they didn't choose to do that; instead, they chose to push their way out desperately.

The one-minute explosion time had already made them lose the ability to think.

Meanwhile, Demulan on the stage and Jacob on the second floor were not like these people.

At this moment, Demulan, regardless of the pain from the wound on her abdomen, was quickly putting on her undergarments.

She didn't even have time to put on her suit; she just gritted her teeth and rushed to the second floor wearing only her undergarments.

"Demulan!"

Jacob's roar made Demulan stop in her tracks.

"My legs are already ruined, and you are injured; there's no way you can take me away."

"Don't waste your energy..."

"Put on your clothes and leave quickly..."

Demulan paused for a moment, then ignored him and rushed toward the stairs.

She reached the second floor in a few seconds.

The stairs were still splattered with the blood flowing from her abdomen.

Ignoring Jacob's persuasion, Demulan reached out and grabbed Jacob's wrist, trying to carry him on her back.

"Why are you as stupid as me?!"

"Don't you know there's not enough time?! Those people are blocking the door; it's impossible for you to carry me out!"

"Put on your clothes and leave! Get out of here!"

Bang bang bang — — — —!!

Jacob pounded on the chair in anger.

"Ah — —!!! Fuck!!!"

After a while, Jacob let out a broken, roaring cry.

What made him angry was not Demulan, who was trying hard to take him away.

It was his own naivety and idealism.

After a while, Jacob seemed to lose all his strength and deflated.

No matter how hard Demulan tried to carry him on her back, he no longer resisted.

Because he knew that with Demulan's injuries, even if she abandoned him, it would be too late for her to leave.

His voice was also filled with anger, sorrow, and self-reproach, with a hint of crying.

"I'm sorry..."

"I was too naive."

"I thought that by not deploying Hafke's Soldiers around the press conference, I could win some trust from the asara people."

"For these unruly people, the correct approach... is not to win them over..."

"It should be to fight violence with violence..."

"I was wrong, I did it wrong."

"I thought that if I gave them my sincerity, they would also give me theirs."

"I..."

Watching everything Demulan was suffering, Jacob felt as if his throat was blocked by something, and he couldn't speak for a long time.

He couldn't escape responsibility for all of this.

And Demulan, without a word, hoisted Jacob onto her shoulders.

With every step she took, a large amount of blood spilled from her abdomen.

Jacob let out a long, sad sigh, his tone filled with apology and pleading.

"I beg you... put me down... put me down..."

"Don't let me die so undignified... okay?"

"You should also put on your clothes and die with some dignity, okay?"

"Demulan, my friend, I beg you."

"Use the remaining time to reclaim as much dignity as possible, okay?"

The double blow to his dignity and spirit had completely broken Jacob.

And how could Demulan feel any better?

Her feelings at this moment could no longer be described in words.

Knowing she couldn't take Jacob away and couldn't leave herself, Demulan placed Jacob back on the seat.

She leaned against the wall, and Demulan spoke in a hoarse voice:

"Mr. Jacob... if we can survive..."

Hearing this, Jacob wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and smiled self-deprecatingly.

"Fight violence with violence, fight evil with evil."

"If there really is a miracle... and we really don't die..."

"I will spare no cost to have Romisius develop... a way to bring people back from the dead..."

Hearing this, Demulan's heart felt as if it had been stabbed by a knife.

What Jacob was talking about was naturally his own daughter.

Death is a rule that living beings can never resist.

If someone who is bound to die is brought back to life, it can be called a miracle.

Then the resurrection of someone already dead... is almost a divine miracle...

Even though she knew that Jacob might just be trying to comfort her before death.

Demulan still nodded.

"Thank you... Mr. Jacob."

As the words fell, Demulan and Jacob closed their eyes, resigning themselves to their fate.

Sss — — — Bang — — — —!!

Whoosh — — — — — —!!!

Crash — — — — — —!!!

In an instant, the sound of shattering glass reached their ears.

"Timing is critical, prepare to breach!"