199: Chapter 199 Fifty Times Critical Hit, Tracing the Source in Reverse

Shen Wanbing just wanted to further escalate the report on the Tier 6 Hunter King when a piercing red alarm suddenly tore through the calm of the command center.

"Alarm: Physical impact on the lower-level crystal sand main warehouse."

"Alarm: Large-scale gathering at Registration Points No. 3 and No. 5."

"Number of people gathered: 97,000... 100,000... still rising rapidly!"

Yi Chang's cold, stunning face sank instantly.

"They've only just had the slave shackles removed from their necks, and they already dare to incite 100,000 people to attack the territory's warehouse?!"

She turned, ready to mobilize the fully armed internal affairs riot squad.

"Wait, something is wrong!"

Shen Wanbing abruptly raised her hand to stop her, golden light flickering in her eyes as she directly extracted and amplified the chaotic sound wave data from the mine slave area.

Beneath the tsunami-like noise of shouting and clashing iron, a highly elusive, seductive low-frequency mechanical sound was hidden!

"Someone is conducting Spirit induction among the crowd!"

On the sniper tower, Qin Hongye's cold and steady voice immediately cut into the command channel.

"Three abnormal targets detected deep within the mine slave crowd."

"They are disguised as a staggering old man, a pregnant woman holding an infant, and a wounded man with a broken leg, respectively."

"Infrared perspective shows that they all have micro-signal transmitters embedded in their spines."

Shen Wanbing made a prompt decision: "Target confirmed. They are low-level messengers planted by the Gray-White Mechanical Holy Court!"

At this moment, the mine slave area had completely turned into a powder keg about to explode.

Nearly 100,000 mine slaves were crowding in front of the massive crystal sand warehouse.

Even though they were still tightly clutching the nutrient paste just distributed, some were still roaring with red-rimmed eyes:

"The outsiders and City Lord Yan Xiao are cut from the same cloth! They are both city lords who have come to exploit us!"

"If we don't seize this batch of crystal sand now, we will be forced to mine until we drop dead in the future!"

"The crystal sand is ours! This mine is also ours!"

Stimulated by the crazy low-frequency signals, hundreds of strong mine slaves in the front row completely lost their sanity. They swung their heavy mining picks, smashing recklessly at the warehouse's thick alloy doors.

The territorial soldiers guarding the registration points gripped their rifles tightly but did not dare to pull the trigger directly.

Because mixed within the surging crowd were a large number of elderly and children being dragged along; once fire was opened, it would inevitably trigger a tragic stampede.

In Yi Chang's communicator, the anxious roar of the internal affairs squad commander continued to come through.

"Vice City Lord! The defense line is about to collapse! Requesting authorization for lethal force!"

Yi Chang did not order immediately, but instead cast her gaze toward the man standing in front of the main console.

Chen Chen's eyes had no trace of warmth; he simply spat out a name coldly:

"Qin Hongye."

On the high tower several kilometers away, Qin Hongye had become one with her Gauss sniper rifle.

The high-altitude gale blew through her ear-length short hair, and the dark brown crosshairs had already locked onto those three special skulls in the crowd.

"Lock confirmed."

"Fire," Chen Chen ordered.

Bang!

The muffled gunshot tore through the fanatical shouting.

The first shot.

The gray-robed messenger, disguised as an old man and carrying a tattered cloth bag while frantically broadcasting low-frequency signals in the crowd, had the back of his head explode instantly like a ripe watermelon!

The shattered micro-signal spine popped halfway out of his bloodied back, emitting charred, thick smoke.

Bang!

The second shot.

The woman holding the fake infant and frantically inciting the crowd fell to the ground in response.

The bundle in her arms unraveled; what rolled out was not a baby at all, but a rotating Gray-White signal sphere!

Bang!

The third shot.

The wounded man with the broken leg, who was trying to slip deep into the crowd amidst the chaos, didn't even let out a scream before his skull shattered on the spot!

With the three messengers dead, that seductive low-frequency mechanical sound ceased abruptly.

However, once the frantic charge of 100,000 people started, the inertia was immense.

A few mine slaves in the front row who had completely lost their minds didn't even realize what had happened behind them, continuing to roar as they raised their picks to smash at the warehouse's bulletproof glass.

"Bang! Bang!"

Qin Hongye didn't even ask for instructions; she decisively pulled the trigger again.

The two mine slaves at the very front were pierced through the chest by Gauss projectiles on the spot, the massive kinetic energy throwing their bodies backward and splashing hot blood onto the faces of the fanatics behind them.

This extreme and real terror of death finally turned into a basin of ice water, forcibly freezing this group of irrational thugs.

The mine slaves in the front row shuddered, looking blankly at the blood-stained picks in their hands, then at the gruesome corpses at their feet, finally waking up from their fanaticism.

"What... what did I just do?!"

"Stop pushing! Don't squeeze forward anymore! People are being trampled!"

The noisy sea of people experienced a brief stagnation.

Chen Chen's gaze swept across the monitoring screen like a blade. Without a shred of pity, he pressed the highest-level city-wide broadcast.

His cold, violent voice, carrying irresistible pressure, slammed into the hearts of the 100,000 mine slaves like rolling thunder:

"The ringleaders who rushed the warehouse, all of you will be fitted with labor collars and sent to do the heaviest work."

"The remaining ordinary mine slaves, line up for me right now!"

"Those who complete the registration peacefully today will receive nutrient paste and survival quotas for the ecological dome."

"Whoever dares to take another step forward—I will fill the outer mine tunnels with you, it's a dead end!"

The vast mine slave area fell into silence for a full three seconds.

Then, the crisp sound of metal hitting the ground rang out in succession.

Countless mine slaves had weak legs, dropping to their knees on the gravel-filled ground with a thud, raising their hands in despair.

"We'll line up! We'll line up immediately!"

"Spare us, Lord Territory Lord! We won't rush anymore!"

Yi Chang did not waste the deterrent effect Chen Chen had fought for. Tapping her high heels, she issued the final order with the speed of a machine gun:

"Internal affairs team, listen up!"

"The 1,200 people in the front row who attacked the warehouse defense line are to be fitted with crystal mine labor collars, never to be removed."

"All other personnel are to be broken up and re-registered by family unit on the spot."

"Skilled craftsmen with expertise are to be given priority for housing in the inner ring ecological zone!"

One hand holding the butcher's knife of life and death, the other holding the nutrient paste that could save lives.

This was the most iron-fisted rule for governing the wasteland.

Just ten minutes later, a riot of 100,000 people capable of destroying the roots of the mining area was forcibly pressed back into calm.

Those thugs who led the warehouse raid were fitted with heavy labor shackles and taken away, crying, to the dangerous outermost mine tunnels; meanwhile, the ordinary mine slaves tremblingly held their first serving of nutrient paste, their eyes filled with the relief of having survived a disaster.

A skinny miner held a steaming bowl, his hands shaking so much he couldn't even hold the spoon steady.

"Is... is it really food?"

The territorial soldier in charge of distribution glared at him coldly and pulled the bolt of his rifle: "Finish eating and go line up to work! Stop talking nonsense!"