bunny in another soap bubble

Time rewinds to 10 minutes ago.

Inside the government building.

"Major Shen."

Leaning against the wall with folded arms, Shen Liang stared at his boot toe with a sullen face and didn't say a word, he didn't know if he really didn't hear or pretended not to hear.

"Major Shen," Lin San didn't think it would be the former, he tapped the watch on his left wrist, "It's time."

Shen Liang remained silent and did not move.

"It doesn't matter," Lin Sanban stood up, "If you are unwell, as a lieutenant colonel, I can temporarily take over your command."

This is an obvious warning.

Shen Liang's eyes flashed, he stood up straight, and made a gesture of responding to the Shangguan.

"The demonstrators have already started to leave." Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, he pointed out a few sparse holes in the crowd of demonstrators.

"Oh," Lin San laughed from the bottom of his throat, "only three or four kittens have left, and there is no flow of people, let alone no one has left for at least 15 minutes... Do you think this can fool me? Fool it?"

"One hour is too short." Shen Liang argued, "There are so many demonstrators, we have to give them some time to discuss and come to a conclusion, anyway, they are unarmed, even if it takes a while, it won't cause any danger—"

"Shen Liang," Lin San interrupted him, "don't be shameless."

Such direct and cruel words made Shen Liang tense up.

Not for my own dignity, but to understand—this time is indeed not a standard action that generally follows procedures—this is an imperative and absolute order from above.

Lin San continued, "The supplies are here, and so are my words. I'll give you 10 minutes, and I want to see you make good use of these supplies, and none of the demonstrators outside will be left before sunset today. Do you understand!"

"I know," Shen Liang was able to salute this salute abruptly, thanks to years of training in the military career, "Sir."

Before Shen Liang's eyes, the boxes of so-called supplies were all anti-riot weapons, and there were even various low-damage bullets in them.

Using these weapons to deal with a group of ordinary people who did not cause any casualties completely violated Shen Liang's own principles. If he had a choice, he would rather eat the whole box by himself.

However, he is in the army.

A soldier's bounden duty is to obey orders, and orders naturally override his own personal principles.

Moreover, even if he is determined to disobey, there are so many soldiers in the army, there will always be one who will do it.

If he came by himself, he might be able to control the damage as much as possible, but if it was someone else, someone like Lin San...

Shen Liang closed his eyes forcefully, and when he opened them again, the confusion had disappeared.

"Proceed with the order," he summoned the messenger, "proceed as stated in the previous briefing, follow my orders and act at any time!"

Be prepared, or Shen Liang knew in his heart that this "mission" was impossible to evade. When the defense was changed before, the replacement soldier had already brought the basic equipment, and he also took note of the tactical distribution and planning that Shen Liang temporarily planned. Action rules, you only need to wait for the "props" to be delivered to them from the rear, and then you can start to act.

While making arrangements, deep in Shen Liang's heart, he was still secretly expecting a miracle to happen. The demonstrators reached a consensus and began to evacuate collectively—it doesn't matter how fast or early, as long as it is one second faster than their prepared time.

Unfortunately, 10 minutes later.

—The demonstrators began to cheer.

A stone fell from the bottom of Shen Liang's heart, and he sank into the depths of the pool.

"...The first echelon is ready."

After giving the order, Shen Liang brought the microphone to his mouth.

"Touch!" There was an explosion, overshadowing the sound of the loudspeaker starting.

"—Who fired the tear gas?!" The microphone fell to the ground, and Shen Liang yelled in shock.

He just told the team members to get ready in the internal earphones, and was about to give a warning to release smoke bombs. Who got the tear gas bombs and threw them out?

——Lin San!It must be Lin San's side. Seeing that their movements were slow, they...!

But no matter what, now is not the time to pursue responsibility, only a tear gas bomb was thrown out, and the ordinary demonstrators who had never seen such a scene were all in chaos, screaming, shouting, and messy footsteps one after another, Even Shen Liang's roar just now was completely drowned out.

"According to the plan to release the smoke bomb," Shen Liang hurriedly pressed the earphones and told the team members, "The explosion point must be stable, try to force the demonstrators in one direction, and don't let them run around." After finishing speaking, he hurriedly dropped the bomb Pick up the microphone, "Start clearing the scene now!" It's better late than never, "Repeat, the clearing has started now! All demonstrators are asked to exit the scene along the main road in the middle gate of the government building, and don't try to push elsewhere , to avoid casualties! Repeat, please..."

The situation was more difficult to control than he thought. Although all the smoke bombs were used later, the demonstrators were still like crazy bees, and the scene was extremely chaotic.

In fact, Shen Liang still didn't think enough, he still had no experience in dealing with ordinary people.Although smoke bombs were the least lethal anti-riot weapons provided by Lin San, after the first tear gas bomb, the smoke bombs that also produced thick smoke were no different in the eyes of these ordinary people.The pungent and harsh chemical substances of the tear gas bombs are still floating in the air. Who can open their eyes and tell which smoke is which?

"Everyone, don't make a mess!" Tu Zi yelled, taking back his megaphone against the crowd, and continued shouting, "Everyone, don't make a mess! If you run around like this, you will trample people to death! Stop!"

At such a panic moment, less than half of the people listened to Tu Zi's roar.After protecting Tu Zi and his loudspeaker against the wall, Lang Ya rushed back to the center of the crowd, resisting the stimulation of the smoke, and using the sentinel's excellent vision to pull the tripped people to a safer corner one by one.

Not only Lang Ya, but also the Sentinels of Return Gang were doing the same thing.The guides such as Shangguan Wan and Qin Ran tried to ease the panic around them through the spiritual touch, but no matter how strong their guiding ability is, it is just a drop in the bucket in the face of such a huge and ongoing collective emotion.

After a while, or maybe a long time, no new explosion sounded, and part of the smoke was blown away, so that others could see the situation at the scene a little bit.

There are a lot fewer people.Perhaps the last batch of demonstrators were successfully dispersed.But the people who are still standing here are all very embarrassed.

Clothes were blackened by thick smoke, tears were flowing, and many people had multiple abrasions and bruises on their hands and feet, like refugees who fled thousands of miles from somewhere.

But few people sat down to rest, everyone was looking for someone they knew well, or looking for a leader.

Tu Zi was once again surrounded by demonstrators. He and Lang Ya stood next to a water pipe that had been violently dismantled, and asked the demonstrators who surrounded them to wash their eyes, mouths and noses.

"Whoever gets the water washes off the chemicals on his face first!" He also called out to others with his megaphone, "Come slowly, don't panic, don't rush..."

In addition to the devastated demonstrators, gradually there were more people in twos and threes, their clothes were not necessarily neat, but they were clean, and they ran in the opposite direction.

"Beanie!"

One of those people, a boy in his early 20s wearing bottle-bottomed glasses, squeezed into the crowd by the water pipe, one by one breaking the shoulders of those who bent over to scoop up water.

"What are you doing!" Tu Zi turned around and stared at him, forgetting to put down the loudspeaker, and the sound filled half the street with a shout.

The boy didn't care, he just looked anxious, "Have you seen my girlfriend?"

"Who is your girlfriend?" Tu Zi was confused, "Did you call her cell phone?"

"Ah, yes!" The boy seemed to have just remembered this, and quickly took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket, but before he finished dialing the number, someone called him from behind.

"A Tang! Why are you here?"

The boy jumped up and ran to the girl in two steps, "Why am I here? In such a situation, can I not come to you..."

Seeing that the boy had found someone, other newcomers who were attracted by the "public dialogue" between him and Tu Zi also came to Tu Zi's side one after another.

"Please call me too, I can't get through..."

"Trouble, my elder brother is here..."

The chattering scene was chaotic, and Tu Zi could only leave the water pipe to talk to them. This time he remembered to put down the loudspeaker.

But before he could pick up the loudspeaker again, another loudspeaker sounded again.

"Please evacuate the rest of the demonstrators as soon as possible. Non-demonstrators leave the demonstration area immediately. Do not enter or stay. The military will start a second round of clearing operations depending on the situation. Repeat, please..."