417: Chapter 417 The War Begins?

The massive sound of metal tearing continued to roar above the stadium.

Lin Yu moved quickly; the moment the alloy plates of the dome curled back, he had already grabbed Lin Yao's shoulder and pulled her behind him.

The edges of the upturned alloy plates displayed an eerie smoothness. They had been instantly severed by extreme sharpness and then forcibly bent outward by a massive pulling force.

The previously dim arena, now deprived of the dome's cover, was bathed in the midday sun pouring down vertically into the center of the field.

The contestants who had just been resurrected and were in a state of extreme terror lowered their heads one after another, blinded by the sudden intense light.

Lin Yu looked up, his gaze locking onto the thirty-meter-long rift.

The edges of the rift still bore dark red traces of high-temperature melting, and the air distorted near the cut.

This kind of destructive power wasn't a common physical attack, but some kind of sword qi with space-tearing properties.

Inside the backstage corridor.

Chen Jing's fingertips danced frantically across the control console.

He couldn't care less whether those resurrected contestants were hallucinations or where the three family members had run off to.

The alarm lights spun crazily above his head, the red light casting a sickly ochre hue over his face.

That single blow just now had directly disabled the energy shield of the Organization, which had cost hundreds of millions.

“Evacuate! Everyone evacuate!”

Chen Jing roared into the loudspeaker, his voice cracking from excessive tension.

He slammed his fist down hard on the red emergency button.

Click.

Around the stadium, the thirty-six heavy security doors that had been locked tight opened simultaneously.

The sound of the door hinges turning was dull and heavy.

The hundred thousand spectators trapped in the stands, whose worldviews were currently collapsing, felt their survival instinct overcome their confusion over the 'resurrections' upon hearing the word 'evacuate.'

The crowd began to move.

The sound of soles scuffing the floor, shoving, and shouting intertwined.

At the same time, the external signals that had been shielded were fully activated at this moment.

The communicator by Chen Jing's side emitted a rapid notification tone, and hundreds of missed calls and text messages instantly filled the screen.

Signal restored.

This meant that everything that had happened here, including Lin Yu's world-shaking Resurrection Divine Technique, had lost its physical blockade barrier.

Inside the VIP room.

Zhong Huai's finger hovered over the destruction key of the Encrypted Communication Board.

He glanced at Wen Yan.

Wen Yan was even faster; he had already pulled up the core waveform diagram of Lin Yu's previous energy burst.

“Captain Zhong, we can't keep this.”

Wen Yan didn't look back, speaking very quickly as his fingertips left afterimages on the virtual keyboard.

Once this kind of data was uploaded to the internet and spread widely, it would inevitably invite a lot of unnecessary trouble.

It wasn't that he was worried about Lin Yu; he was mainly worried about blind fools coming to provoke him.

He was just about to press the destruction key.

At the rift above their heads, a black dot rapidly enlarged.

No parachute, no flight gear.

That figure fell directly from an altitude of several hundred meters at a nearly vertical angle.

Boom!

The ground shook.

The thick bulletproof glass of the VIP room developed several fine cracks from the shock.

Two deep craters appeared on the platform directly in front of the VIP room.

The dust cleared.

A man wearing a long black trench coat stood up straight.

The hem of his trench coat flapped in the wind, and his high collar obscured half of his face.

A black longsword over 1.5 meters long hung on his back, its scabbard wrapped in dense red sealing strips.

Qin Zhan.

Commander-in-Chief of the Fangs Special Operations Team.

Zhong Huai's hand trembled slightly.

The communication board slipped from his fingertips and hit the console with a crisp clatter.

Qin Zhan turned around, his gaze piercing directly through the glass to land on Zhong Huai's face.

In that instant, Zhong Huai felt as if his airway had been blocked by something.

Qin Zhan didn't use the door.

He raised his hand and lightly swiped his index finger against the glass.

An ear-piercing grinding sound rang out as the bulletproof glass, which could withstand heavy artillery fire, was sliced open like a thin sheet of paper, creating an opening large enough for a person to pass through.

Qin Zhan stepped into the room.

The soles of his boots carried ashes from the arena outside, leaving a clear footprint on the tidy carpet.

“Why was the communication link severed?”

Qin Zhan's voice was flat, devoid of anger, yet it possessed a quality that chilled one to the bone.

Zhong Huai stood up, feeling his back muscles contract uncontrollably.

This was the body's instinctive defensive reaction when a subordinate faced an absolute superior.

“Commander-in-Chief... there was a large-scale energy overload in the arena just now, and the communication base station was fried.”

Zhong Huai took a step forward, attempting to block the communication board on the console.

His mind was rapidly organizing his words.

How was he going to explain this floor full of living people?

How was he going to explain Lin Yu?

He planned to pick up the communication board that recorded Lin Yu's data, pretending to check for damage.

Qin Zhan's hand moved.

It was too fast.

Zhong Huai didn't even see the trajectory of his movement.

Smack!

The back of Qin Zhan's hand struck the communication board directly.

The device, which represented the military's highest encryption level, tumbled through the air a dozen times before slamming into the corner, its screen shattering instantly.

Zhong Huai froze in place.

“No need to explain.”

Qin Zhan cut him off, not even giving him a chance to continue speaking.

He pulled a badge flashing with purple light from the inner pocket of his trench coat and slapped it directly onto Zhong Huai's chest.

“All leaves are canceled. All observation missions are canceled.”

Qin Zhan turned back, his gaze sweeping toward the sky outside the window.

“Pack your things. In ten minutes, the entire team sets out for the Abyss Domain.”

Zhong Huai stumbled back half a step.

His mouth opened slightly, and an upward inflection escaped his throat.

“Set out? Now?”

He no longer cared about the shattered communication board.

His gaze passed over Qin Zhan's shoulder, looking out the transparent observation window of the stadium.

The previously azure sky was now densely packed with black dots.

Those were hundreds of transport planes painted with heavy-duty markings.

They were circling at low altitude, the low-frequency noise of their engines penetrating the stadium's soundproofing.

Thousands of combat drones were lined up in neat phalanxes, like a moving metal cloud, patrolling between the buildings.

On the streets.

The once prosperous commercial district had already descended into chaos.

Countless Professionals wearing various combat suits were rushing out of buildings, sprinting toward designated assembly points.

The sound of air-raid sirens finally penetrated the stadium's damaged dome, reaching everyone's ears.

Wooo— Wooo—

That shrill, prolonged wail represented the highest level of war mobilization.

Red lights throughout the Organization began to flash rhythmically; it was the warning signal for a doomsday crisis.

Wen Yan displayed extremely high professional quality at this moment.

He didn't look at Qin Zhan, but instead took advantage of the gap when Qin Zhan turned around to quickly squat down.

He picked up the communication board with the shattered screen and blindly operated the physical buttons on the side a few times.

A green indicator light flickered weakly for a second.

The data had been successfully packaged.

He stuffed the communication board into the side pocket of his combat boot, then stood up as if nothing had happened and retreated behind Zhong Huai.

In the arena.

Yan Pojun was still standing at the edge of that crater.

He watched the fleet of aircraft circling in the sky, and his tense body actually relaxed slightly.

For someone like him, this oppressive atmosphere of war was actually easier to understand than the inexplicable miracle of resurrection from just now.