103: We can't finish it at all

The Seventh Bureau of Longguo, Beijing Headquarters.

An email from a sender named 'Ghost' was silently sent to the director's encrypted terminal and forcefully popped up.

When the director, who was over fifty, saw the email content, his face immediately turned incredibly grim.

He was already having a headache over how to handle the public opinion aftermath of the [Sky Catastrophe] launch event, and now, even more troublesome things were coming.

"It seems that Star Sea Building's mecha suddenly flying into the sky was to go fill the sea eye..."

His eyes gradually sharpened, and he methodically made the most appropriate arrangements.

Overseas.

The Longguo Embassy received a Level 1 directive and quickly formulated a response plan.

All Longguo citizens in coastal cities would receive a text message every ten minutes.

The message content was very brief: Please immediately take essential items and move to inland cities, find nearby accommodation, remember to stock up on supplies, and reduce outings.

No reason was given, but the information was constantly being pushed.

Beijing.

Confidential calls were made.

Countries with coastal cities, without exception, all received humanitarian warnings from Longguo.

As for whether their leaders believed it or were willing to follow, that remained unknown.

Longguo has multiple coastal cities, and their economic scale is generally more developed than inland cities.

However, in the face of the state apparatus, any obstacle must give way to life.

Ironclad orders were issued from Beijing, and all coastal cities and neighboring cities across the country entered Level 1 combat readiness.

Traffic was fully controlled, only vehicles with special passes were allowed to enter and exit.

The railway department, as the main transport force, temporarily opened several wartime emergency lines and completely shut down ticket sales channels for entering and exiting coastal cities.

Special emergency material reserves opened their doors.

Tents, food, medicine, drinking water, and other daily necessities were rapidly transported to emergency shelters.

Dongyu City, evening.

The sky was gloomy, and the rain was pouring down.

People initially thought it was just a super typhoon coming.

Companies announced seven-day holidays, schools were completely suspended, and everyone was forced to stay at home.

Yan Xuefeng was a delivery driver; usually, he worked for multiple platforms.

But today, orders from just one platform were almost more than he could handle.

He had just finished one delivery when the APP issued more than a dozen alerts in quick succession, each order offering an extra 10 yuan in national subsidy, plus generous tips from customers.

He couldn't accept them all, there were simply too many...

The city was completely locked down, and extended buses were operating at full capacity, rapidly transferring citizens inland.

There weren't many delivery drivers like Yan Xuefeng still working on the front lines; even with all the money, it couldn't outweigh the deadly weather.

Just as Yan Xuefeng was about to click to accept an order, his phone suddenly rang.

[Caller ID: Mom]

"Hello, Mom."

"Xiaofeng, where are you now? Have you been arranged on a evacuation vehicle?"

"Mom, don't worry, I got on the car long ago."

"Oh, that's good. Remember to call me when you arrive."

The call was hung up.

Yan Xuefeng turned his head, looked at the military vehicles roaring past on the street, the busy figures of volunteers, then picked up his phone and looked at the endless orders, a smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.

"This city needs me."

...Star Sea Building, top floor.

He Ming finished his cultivation, slowly opened his eyes, and upon careful sensing, his cultivation had grown a small bit more.

Under normal circumstances, this would have taken at least three times as long. Ever since he obtained the imperial seal of china, his cultivation had been soaring like a rocket.

After adjusting his state, he went to the desk on one side, casually picked up a pen, opened the pages of his notebook, and quickly wrote down:

[Ratio of imperial seal of china accelerating cultivation]

[337%]

He Ming nodded slightly, already very satisfied with this bonus effect.

As long as he could continue to strengthen the image of his behind-the-scenes identity, this speed would continue to increase.

"jarvis, what is the current situation in the coastal cities?"

On one side of the desk, a projection device cast intersecting light and shadow, quickly forming virtual screens.

Longguo had made the most appropriate arrangements, but due to the forced lockdown, a small portion of the public was quite resentful, but everything was within controllable limits.

"How are things in the island nation?"

jarvis switched the virtual projection to a series of data tables.

He Ming quickly scanned through them, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes.

The island nation's powerful and high-ranking officials who could run had all disappeared.

Those who hadn't run were ordinary citizens who hadn't managed to get tickets for Noah's Ark, and civil servants forced to remain in the country.

Order had already fractured, and the crime rate had risen by 10 percentage points.

The virtual projection switched to surveillance footage of major ports.

Ironically, the broadcast kept claiming the situation was under control, asking residents to return home safely and prepare for typhoon emergencies.

But the public wasn't foolish; the large-scale migrations in Longguo's coastal cities had already gone viral on the internet.

Seeing the weather worsen, with rain falling like large hailstones, large crowds gathered at the ports, hoping to escape abroad by boat.

Tickets for a large cruise ship were being scalped for three million, yet still in short supply.

Even a single seat on fishing boats and small yachts was selling for exorbitant prices.

He Ming twirled the pen in his hand, without any pity in his eyes; instead, an idea of profiting from the disaster arose.

[List S-class talents still stranded in the island nation who could be useful in the future, with absolute detailed information]

When the text disappeared, the answer quickly emerged.

The list was dense, containing thousands of people.

He Ming's gaze was drawn to the first name at the top of the list.

[Fujiwara Ryukawa: SS-class mecha pilot, cultivation aptitude SS+...]

"I remember him now."

He Ming had noticed Fujiwara Ryukawa when he was looking for S-class pilots, but dismissed him because he was a 'devil' (a derogatory term for Japanese).

However, now, it seemed it wasn't out of the question.

[If Fujiwara Ryukawa is rescued, what is the highest loyalty he can achieve towards Longguo?]

[100%]

"Not bad."

"jarvis, scan this list and send it to the Seventh Bureau."

"Yes, sir."

...Two days later.

The weather in the island nation became even worse.

Dark clouds pressed down on the city, and strong winds howled.

Raindrops as large as beans were blown horizontally, striking walls and tin sheets... emitting a grating sound.

Water levels began to rise, submerging major docks.

Countless ships sank on the routes to other countries.

On the sea surface, dead fish covered vast areas; if one looked closely, they would find one or two human corpses mixed in among the dead fish.

A mysterious bird with a wingspan of a hundred zhang (approx. 333 meters) quickly swept across the sea, opening its large mouth and swallowing all the fish like a whale, refining them in an instant.

"I can't eat them all, I simply can't eat them all."