Age of Heroes, ten consecutive guarantees

Ten minutes ago.

The workers from Shanhaisi finally reached the edge of the South Station against the traffic flow.

At this time, the place was densely surrounded.

The occurrence of such a large-scale shadow world disaster in the capital is a slap that is too loud for all parties.

It must be handled beautifully, otherwise there will be no way to explain it to the people of the country. This is a big matter for which one needs to apologize.

However, Chang Yesi, Shenwu Si, Xuantian Si and even Yan Luosi came to the scene, but found that they could not get in at all.

I can't get in, no matter how hard I try, I can't get in.

Therefore, a large number of troops could only surround the South Station from four different angles.

Wait for the instructions above, or wait for the shadow world to change on its own.

With each passing minute, the air became more anxious and depressing.

No one knows how many of the 30,000 people here can survive.

According to past data, when the rescue time exceeds forty-five minutes, the survival probability will drop significantly, plummeting from 50% to less than 20%.

Moreover, the South Railway Station, as a transportation hub, was paralyzed for an hour, which also brought a relatively heavy burden to the entire Beijing transportation system, and several high-speed train lines had to be suspended.

This affects more than tens of thousands of people.

Half an hour after the disaster occurred, the entire capital and even half of the country learned the news.

Too many people are paying attention here.

"Damn, are these people crazy?"

In the dark car, the Shanhai Division workers were yelling curses.

"What's wrong, Lao Tan?" The driver was startled and looked at the middle-aged man who was trying to light a cigarette but his hands kept shaking.

"The bosses have gone crazy. The internal situation is still unclear. They actually contacted reporters directly and asked reporters to accompany them directly into the scene for filming. They are also war reporters from the Beijing News!" Old Tan patted his thigh: "Crazy, really crazy. !”

"This..." the driver swallowed and said, "I remember that the Beijing News should only be responsible for reporting."

"Yeah, they won't listen to other people at all. They will report whatever they see!" Old Tan shook his hands tremblingly, pressed the old-fashioned lighter, and sparks flew everywhere: "They think that after the minions entered, the situation will definitely be very serious now." Stable, at this time, we must seize the opportunity to make a public appearance in the media!"

"But now, you and I don't know what's going on inside! What if? If someone dies, a lot of people die, who will be responsible, and you still need to take credit? We also need to create a heroic character to raise the name of Shanhaisi. I have never been kicked by a donkey and I can’t think of this stupid move!”

The workers were so angry that they kicked and cursed.

The driver took the lighter, ignited it and handed it over: "Why don't you calm down?"

"Lizhi, what do you want me to do with you? The reporter will be here soon, and I have to go with him!"

Lao Tan's fists were hardened: "Look at how my hands are shaking. The bosses only focus on giving orders and don't listen to my feedback at all. I'm under too much pressure!"

Of course, complaints are complaints, and you have to return to reality after getting angry.

Lao Tan bent over and pushed open the car door: "We can only hope that the minions can really make a difference, otherwise the reporter's real-time broadcast this time will make Shanhaisi a joke. It's not that the higher-ups didn't expect this, but they lost the red At the end of the day, they have nothing to lose, and if they win, they still have a chance to make a comeback. This is the case for every gambler who goes to the gambling table."

He rubbed his face. As the fish bound on the big boat of Shanhaisi, he had no choice but to continue dragging it forward. He had no other choice.

Soon, a vehicle loaded with the latest satellite communication equipment parked outside the egg shell of the South Station. After the door opened, a filming team of three people rushed to the scene immediately.

It's a standard combination of a female reporter, a male photographer and an assistant.

There should not be too many people accompanying you on site, usually two people are enough.

Female reporters have short, smart hair. As front-line reporters, they are different from the leading ladies who stay in TV stations. They often have a more resolute and resolute temperament.

This girl, Lao Tan has come into contact with the other party's information, is also from a military family. She did not join the army, but chose the journalism industry. She has worked as a military reporter and a war correspondent. She is also a second-level extraordinary cultivation. She is twenty-nine years old. Unmarried, with a strong sense of professionalism and professional honor.

"Cheng Jiyue."

"Just call me Lao Tan."

The two briefly shook hands.

"The interview task we received this time was to conduct live coverage as Chang Yesi went deep into the scene. It has been an hour since the disaster occurred, but there has been no breakthrough. It can be said that the national audience is paying attention to this. As soon as there is news, we will immediately break in Go in and record the scene.”

"As for the results and achievements of Shanhaisi's minion team, we will also record them completely to ensure that there are no mistakes...but the general safety of the people must still be given priority. I hope you can understand this."

Cheng Jiyue spoke fast but not cluttered, and her articulation was clear and coherent, showing her strong professionalism and at the same time emphasizing her impartial stance.

Lao Tan wiped the sweat from his palms: "It's natural, it's understandable... As long as you can report it truthfully, that's best."

"We are also honored that your company can think so. It seems that the minions of Shanhai are very trustworthy, and that's why your company has such confidence." Cheng Jiyue said politely, and then looked at the dark sphere, with a flash of light in his eyes. Cold chill.

The golden rescue time has passed. How many people are dead or injured inside now? No matter how confident Shanhaisi is, they should not be so confident. There are 30,000 ordinary people. Who has the ability to save so many people?

Cheng Jiyue took deep breaths continuously, which was also a major challenge in her career.

Although the battlefields we have seen in the past are tragic, they are far less shocking than witnessing natural disasters with our own eyes. The former can be avoided to a certain extent, but the latter is inevitable.

No one knows when a disaster will suddenly strike. Before such a disaster, no matter how powerful a single person is, he can only protect himself. How can he protect everyone?

"Reporter Cheng, there seems to be a change." Chang Yesi's watchman came up and reminded: "We have to prepare immediately."

"Okay." Cheng Jiyue opened her eyes and slapped her cheek hard. She prepared for psychological counseling and already had a premonition of what kind of bloody hell she would walk into.

Just arrived at the frontier.

Then a crisp cracking sound was heard.

"Cracked!"

"The shell of the shadow world is about to be lifted?"

"Attention all units, be wary of riots when the shadow world shell is lifted. If any disaster beasts or alien species appear, kill them immediately on the spot!"

"Do not use large-scale heavy firepower for the time being to avoid harming civilians!"

A voice came over the intercom.

After reporters, photographers, assistants and Lao Tan put on protective clothing, they followed Chang Yesi's team to prepare to enter the sealed area of ​​​​the film world.

There are a total of eighteen teams entering from four directions at the same time. A basic formation of six people is the best configuration to deal with the encounter.

The strategy of conquering the Shadow World cannot be overcome by relying on crowd tactics.

As the shell continues to break, the originally solid outer wall of the Shadow World area has collapsed, shattered and disappeared, and light shines through the exposed cracks.

The South Railway Station, which originally lay on the ground like a giant, has also revealed its original appearance.

Suddenly, almost everyone took a breath of cold air.

Looking from the front, the South Station, which was completed and put into use less than five years ago, has changed beyond recognition.

The main structure of the building is still intact, but its face has been lost, especially the spacious square in front of the South Station. It is like layers of cream cakes have been scraped away and diners have been wantonly eating them. Knives and forks have been touched on it, and even a child's random drawing is far better than what it looks like now.

This is not a trace that can be shaken by an earthquake. It is more like Kali, who transformed into the goddess of destruction, danced here.

The biggest smell in the entire square is the long and narrow crack that runs through the entire square and splits the dozens of walking stairs leading to the train station into two sections. This ravine is so deep that sewage has already floated out of it. The peculiar smell spread from the feet all the way to the main entrance of the train station.

"What exactly happened here..." Cheng Jiyue murmured: "It seems that we have experienced a very tragic battle."

The Changye Sigeng who was clearing the way ahead said: "No victims have been found here so far, although there are a lot of blood stains."

"Isn't this a good thing?" Lao Tan said, but he was mentally prepared to see a scene that would mess him up as soon as he came in.

"Not necessarily..." the caller said in a low tone: "There are blood stains, and there should be injured or dead people on the front, but no one can be seen, which means the body may have been dragged away, eaten, or collected. ”

"I once witnessed a disaster in the Shadow World in the past..."

Cheng Jiyue raised her head and noticed that the watchman, who was so armed that only his eyes could be seen, had cold and scary eyes.

"Yes, what?" she asked carefully.

The watchman lowered his voice: "Jingguan."

When Lao Tan heard these two words, his legs started to weaken. It would be better to see corpses everywhere.

Continuing forward, we came to the edge of the square, where a large amount of rubble was piled up. The garbage, dust and rubble generated in the aftermath of the battle were all pushed to the outside.

After crossing this threshold, we can finally see all the signs of tragedy in the square, clearly visible at a glance.

"There!" Cheng Jiyue motioned to the photographer to snap a photo immediately: "What is that!"

"Jingguan?" Old Tan's voice was raised and seemed a bit sharp.

Near the center of the square, something was piled high, more than five meters high.

The watchman had already pulled out the Bafang Han Sword in his hand, but soon he put the sword back into its scabbard: "No, it's not Jingguan."

Jingguan is made of human heads, but this one is obviously not. Although the materials are all corpses, the piles are more than five meters high, and they are clearly the corpses of disaster beasts one after another.

The photographer was zooming in, nervously capturing the appearance of the dead beasts. The terrifying beasts and shadow species were lying on the ground, like piled garbage bags. There was no life at all, and they could only be felt from their corpses. The majesty and terror of their lives.

This is not Jingguan, just a pile of corpses.

"I'm not asking you to take pictures of this." Cheng Jiyue patted the photographer's shoulder, pointed and said: "Take pictures of the top!"

The photographer aimed the camera lens upward and raised it.

At this time, a sideways image clearly appeared in the live broadcast on the tablet held by the assistant.

He was sitting on the top of the pile of corpses piled up by the disaster beasts. His clothes were stained with a bit of scarlet. There was a knife lying across his knees, and his fingers flicked the blade lightly, as if he was humming some melody.