69: Chapter 69 Treating NPCs like pigs and dogs? Your arrogance has reached its limit.

On the top floor of the World Trade Center, the wind howled.

Several strangely shaped metal instruments were roughly set up in the center of the helipad, their red signal lights flashing frantically.

Hundreds of well-dressed urban white-collar workers were herded to the edge like cattle; at the slightest hesitation, the woman known as "Demon Fox" would raise her hand and fire a laser, piercing straight through someone's thigh.

Screams were forcibly stifled in their throats, for everyone had seen the charred corpses lying on the ground.

"Action!"

The captain, Tyrant, grinned, revealing a mouthful of stark white teeth.

He stepped on a young girl's head, his military boot grinding ruthlessly into her delicate face, blood streaming down from her forehead and staining the ground red.

He aimed at the holographic camera hovering in mid-air, a piece of high-tech equipment capable of directly hacking into the global network.

"Good evening, ants of this world."

Tyrant's voice, transmitted via network signal, instantly forced a pop-up window onto every electronic screen in the city.

Whether it was a shopping mall display, an office computer, or a pedestrian's mobile phone.

"Look at these fragile lives; they shatter with just a gentle squeeze."

Tyrant bent down, grabbed the girl's hair, and forced her face toward the lens; the girl's desperate eyes filled the screen.

"I'm announcing a rule for the game. Every ten minutes, I'll throw ten people off the building."

"Until your so-called military commander crawls to me on his knees and licks my soles clean."

"Now, let the timer begin."

As he laughed maniacally, the Lord God watch on his wrist vibrated frantically.

[Panic Rank C... Panic Rank B...]

[Reward Points +100... +200...]

"Captain, farming these points is so satisfying!" The nearby team member "Hawkeye" rubbed his hands in excitement. "The fear provided by these NPCs is simply massive, even more than that zombie world last time!"

In their eyes, this wasn't murder at all; it was just playing a holographic game. Those under their feet weren't people, but a pile of data code that could be refreshed at any time.

This was the arrogance of a Reincarnator.

Downstairs, the piercing sound of sirens echoed through the sky.

Countless police cars and armored vehicles surrounded the World Trade Center, blocking every exit, while the flashing red and blue lights painted the night in a bizarre, surreal hue.

The Special Police assault team attempted a flanking attack, and several snipers were already in position.

"Bang!"

A large-caliber sniper bullet whistled through the air, heading straight for Tyrant's brow.

However, the moment the bullet touched the edge of the rooftop, a pale blue, honeycomb-like light screen appeared out of thin air.

"Hum—"

The warhead struck the light screen as if hitting a wall of sighs, instantly pulverized by the kinetic energy backlash.

"Hmph, kinetic weapons?" Tyrant didn't even turn his head, his eyes full of contempt. "Activate the 'AT Field Shield.' Let these natives see what a technological generation gap really is."

The shield opened up, like a miracle.

The police's firepower couldn't even stir a ripple on it, and a sense of despair spread through the command post downstairs.

A black Hongqi sedan slowly crossed the police line and stopped beside the command vehicle.

The car door opened, and Gu Changan stepped out.

He smoothed his cuffs and looked up at the massive blue light shield, his expression as indifferent as if he were looking at an illegal construction.

"Director Gu!" The on-site commander ran over, sweating profusely. "The enemy possesses some kind of high-energy defensive field; our firepower cannot penetrate it, and the negotiation expert was also directly..."

Gu Changan raised a hand to interrupt him.

"No need to negotiate."

He didn't even bother picking up a megaphone to shout; instead, he pressed his earpiece.

"Chen Xiaobei."

"Here! Team Leader, I'm here!" Chen Xiaobei's excited voice came through the earpiece, accompanied by the clatter of a Keyboard.

"That livestream is an eyesore." Gu Changan's tone was calm. "Can you cut it?"

"Team Leader, the enemy's signal source uses high-dimensional encryption technology, similar to quantum entanglement states. A physical cut is difficult unless we blow up the satellite." Chen Xiaobei paused. "But I can perform a signal replacement!"

"Replacement?"

"Cover up their source feed! Since they want to incite city-wide panic, we'll show the citizens something stress-relieving."

The corners of Gu Changan's mouth curled slightly: "Approved."

Top floor of the building.

Tyrant was grabbing the girl by her collar, preparing to drag her to the edge for execution to stimulate a new round of panic points.

"Watch this! This is your fate!"

He roared at the camera, his expression twisted and terrifying, waiting for the expected wave of screams.

However.

At this very moment, the screens across the city suddenly flickered.

The originally bloody and violent execution scene was gone.

In its place was a blue cat chasing a brown mouse with a large hammer. Accompanied by comical sound effects, Tom the cat stepped on a nail, let out an exaggerated scream, and flew up to the ceiling.

"Tom and Jerry," Episode 4, "The Trap."

The picture was high-definition, and the sound quality was perfect.

The citizens, who had been shivering in fear under their blankets, were stunned.

A crying child suddenly stopped, pointing at the TV and giggling, "Mom, look! It's Tom!"

Even the Special Police, tense in their standoff downstairs, nearly had their frayed nerves snap as they watched the funny cartoon suddenly appear on the mall's big screen.

At this moment, the previously soaring panic points plummeted like a stock whose internet connection had been pulled.

"Beep—"

The Lord God watch on Tyrant's wrist let out a shrill alarm.

[Warning! Panic Rank in the current area is decreasing... Panic Rank D... Panic Rank E...]

[Reward Points deducted...]

"What?!"

Tyrant looked down abruptly at his holographic monitor. Inside the screen, there was no bloody scene as he had anticipated, but rather that stupid cat being stuffed into a cannon by the mouse and lit on fire.

The serious atmosphere of slaughter was instantly destroyed completely.

"Bastard! Who did this!"

Tyrant smashed the controller in his hand and turned to look at "Hawkeye," the fury in his eyes almost erupting. "Is this the foolproof high-dimensional signal you talked about? You can't even defend against a native's firewall?!"

"That's impossible, Captain!" Hawkeye looked at the garbled data pad in his hands, his face covered in cold sweat. "The enemy... the enemy didn't cut our signal; they directly overwrote it! How is this possible? This is just a low-martial arts world!"

"Push that girl off!"

Tyrant was completely enraged; since he couldn't incite psychological panic, he would go for physical shock.

"I want to make these ants watch the blood splatter on their faces!"

He picked up the blood-covered girl like a chick and strode toward the edge of the rooftop.