Chapter 7: Riots

It happened so suddenly, the flustered emotions passed quickly along the huge underground mall like a plague, and it became a mess in the blink of an eye. Customers from a certain direction crowded and fled like the most terrifying demons in the world, and, driven by their survival instinct, threw all the etiquette of gentlemen and ladies out of the sky.

The shopping mall on holidays was already overcrowded, and the exits in several directions were all blocked for a while. All the lights on the ceiling went out at the same time at this terrible moment, dragging the entire underground into the boundless darkness. Darkness has always been a perfect hotbed of fear. The invisible environment has taken away everyone's sense of direction at the same time, and everyone rushed like headless flies.

Everyone began to use the limited light of mobile phone flashlights to illuminate, and the flow of people began to move in the direction of several exits relying on the only light, but that did not restore order to this chaotic scene. If there is faint smoke and dust in the air, people in a certain direction are still fleeing in a unified direction, like a turbulent current.

From time to time, the crowd fled from the direction of weird low roars, as if a brutal beast was slaughtering in that direction. The sound in the dark sounded like a kind of being locked in a cage with a dinosaur. The illusion. Jay covered the Reynolds and quickly withdrew to the direction of the emergency passage. Suddenly, he heard a loud wind in his ears. It was the sound of a high-speed object cutting the air at a high speed.

Jay raised his hand to catch it. It turned out to be a stainless steel pot lid, which quickly deformed under the squeeze of a huge force. Even Jay was a little surprised by the huge force it carried.

Although I am curious about what caused the commotion over there, it is more important to cover the Reynolds couple's safe evacuation now. Jay threw the squeezed stainless steel pot lid aside, leading the two of them quickly through the crowd.

Mrs. Reynolds clutched her son's hand in the dark, and asked anxiously: "Jay, Jay...where are we going?"

"Emergency exit," Jay replied calmly. "It's just ahead."

The abnormal movement in the distance continued, the chaotic cracks began to run wild on the ceiling, the gravel and dust fell like raindrops, and a dense smoke screen was covered in the darkness. Out of the corner of Jay's eyes, he caught a glimpse of a little girl in the chaotic crowd, who was ignored by the adults. She looked only ** years old, and was sitting down in the crowd sobbing. The rapidly spreading crack silently climbed to the top of her head, the ceiling cracked overwhelmedly, and the broken pipes and large amounts of rubble entwined with the wires fell over her head.

Jay's physical instinct made the decision for him almost without thinking. He quickly withdrew his hand from Mrs. Reynolds, leaving a sentence "Wait for me", and rolled out like a whirlwind. Mrs. Reynolds called out his name in a panic, but in the darkness he couldn't see the surroundings at all.

Jay turned into an afterimage and flashed directly above the little girl, spreading his arms to protect her under him, using his back as a protective umbrella. All the gravel tiles smashed open on him, but he seemed unconscious.

The little girl stopped crying, looked at the black figure in front of her with wide eyes, and asked aloud: "Are you Superman?"

Jay was taken aback: "Uh, why do you think so?"

"Mummy said that Superman will come back when you need it."

"I...no, I'm not Superman."

At this time, a woman's voice came out from the roaring crowd in the rear, sounding panicked and hurried: "Jesse! Where are you? Can anyone help? Has anyone seen my daughter Jesse?"

"Mummy!" The little girl struggled to stand up and shouted: "I am here!"

Jay followed the fame, and soon locked the anxious mother from the crowd. He lifted the little girl in one hand, shook his figure, and hurriedly led her to his mother's side.

"Mommy!" The girl yelled and threw herself into her mother's arms. The young mother's eyes were red, and she hugged her daughter tightly, as if she would never separate.

Jay retreated silently into the darkness, and quickly found the Reynolds's side. The two of them were still waiting where they were. When they saw him coming back, they didn't ask anything and continued to follow him.

Coming to the emergency access door, Mr. Reynolds took the door handle and turned it twice, annoyed: "The door is locked."

Jay stepped forward quickly, unscrewed the entire lock, and kicked the door open, revealing the same dark emergency passage. As long as you go up the stairs in front of you, you can directly reach the exit on the ground.

But when he was about to leave the mall with the Reynolds couple, he hesitated. He subconsciously looked back at the panicked crowd in the dark underground mall. He couldn't help but flashed through the image of the helpless little girl just now, and the mother who was able to reunite with her weeping with joy.

It doesn't matter whether you have the consciousness to become a hero, it's just that sometimes the tragedy happens in front of you, and you happen to have the ability to change it, so you just can't stay aside and watch.

Noting that he was standing there, Mrs. Reynolds asked aloud, "What's the matter?"

Jay took a deep breath and turned around and said, "Sorry, Mom, Dad...you go up first, I suddenly thought that I still have something to do. I will catch up to you soon, I promise."

After speaking, he left the two of them, turned around without hesitation and returned to the dark shopping mall.

At the same time, outside the underground mall.

Upon hearing the news, the police rushed to the scene and set up a cordon around the entire underground mall. Police cars were parked at all exits, and a large number of police officers sealed off a nearby area and stood ready.

Holch is the detective in charge of the operation. He has worked in the Metropolitan Police Department for more than 30 years. He has personally experienced a series of weird incidents such as laboratory monster runaways and alien invasions. Most of them are It became his boasting talk to newcomers to the police station.

This time, the order given to him was quite strange. The upper side only confessed to him that there was an unexplained commotion in the underground mall and civilians were trapped underground, but he only ordered him to take people to block the entrance and stop the soldiers.

Holch asked the civilians what to do about their safety, shouldn't they at least try to rescue them? The superiors were only vague about him, saying that high-level organizations would send professionals who specialize in handling such incidents, and they just need to wait.

Holch's second cigarette also burned to the end. He threw the cigarette butt underground, trampled it out with the sole of his shoe, and looked at his watch impatiently. No matter who the professional mentioned above is, he is late. Holch had already begun to figure out that if he waited three minutes and no one showed up, he would take his own person in.

He had just thought about it when the roar of motorcycle motors came into his ears. A dark purple modified motorcycle leaped up like a vigorous steed, and leaped loudly from the roof of a police car. It fell to the ground sideways, and a gorgeous drift of the extreme show stopped the body. The friction between the tire and the ground made a series of sharp noises, and the rider's black hair flew in the wind.

The rider took off his helmet, shook his jet-black hair, and stepped off the car with his long legs that were so perfectly curvy. She wore a purple uniform with a naked umbilical cord, and covered half of her face with a purple mask, only showing her beautiful chin. A pair of sky blue eyes showed sharp and astute spirits from behind the mask, like a shrewd hunter.

Holch was stunned. He never expected that the "professional" referred to by the superior would be a woman with a hot body. He felt that perhaps it would be more normal to see her at the fancy dress party.

"Thanks, detective." The woman" walked forward confidently and said coldly, "Next I will take over. "