After Beating the Game, I Became the Villain BOSS

Chapter 534: Chapter 346: Nationwide Fury (Part 2)

Soon, the order reached all the soldiers in the M6 District. They drove the motorcycles, transport vehicles, and armored vehicles from the inventory to the city gate and lined them up, setting up barricades both front and back.

Immediately after, everyone else switched to weapons specifically designed for dense destruction, with some carrying individual light machine guns and others, in pairs, setting up heavy machine guns in fire-ready positions, and boxes of ammunition were quickly transported up.

At this moment, the fastest-running refugees from the Border District had already reached a position over a hundred meters from the city gate, and looking afar, all that was visible was a sea of jostling heads, akin to a dark ocean.

Facing the crowd flooding in, the commander took out a loudspeaker from the warehouse and shouted, "Please remain restrained and calm! The M6 District Rust Wall control system is down due to unexpected reasons and is currently rebooting; the Rust Wall has not opened to the Border District!"

"Repeat! The Rust Wall has not opened to the Border District! Please consciously exit the fire recognition zone! Violators, we have the right to shoot to kill according to the wartime statute!"

Evidently, compared to the integrated loudspeaker broadcast on the Rust Wall, this handheld loudspeaker was too weak, barely audible in the din of voices.

The commander had an iron grip and meant what he said. Without hesitation, he ordered the soldiers beside him:

"Open fire freely!"

Though the soldiers felt some chills, after the initial confusion, they all understood what needed to be done.

Shooting was fulfilling the instructions issued by the City Council, part of official duty, and even if the sky fell afterward, the leaders above would hold it up. All they needed was to deal with the moral guilt inside.

Not shooting eliminates the moral guilt, but afterward, they’d directly face imprisonment, plus the future of their whole family being ruined.

Even though it felt chilling, the cost of defying orders overshadowed everything, and one by one, they pulled the trigger.

"Rat-a-tat-tat—" Various light and heavy machine guns spewed long tongues of fire, bullets forming a long whip of steel, lashing towards the crowd and unveiling the prologue of death.

In front of the machine gun bullets, an average human body is far too fragile; moreover, the crowd was densely packed, and in just a few seconds of volley fire, hundreds of people at the forefront were toppled, bloody mists blooming, casualties falling like dominoes.

Instantly, screams erupted within the crowd:

"They... they’re shooting!!!"

"Why are they shooting? Isn’t the gate opening for us to pass? What the hell is happening!"

"Those behind, don’t come closer! They’re shooting!!!"

The refugees in front were terrified by the sight of many falling shot, nearly collapsing from fear, desperately squeezing backward, trying to escape.

While the people in the rear, due to blocked view and the surrounding noise being too loud, couldn’t hear the shouts and gunfire from the front, they still didn’t know what had happened and continued moving forward.

Thus, the people front and back converged into one mass, and the overall inertia was forward-moving, with the crowd still progressing towards the Rust Wall.

"Second volley, continue firing!"

With the commander’s order, the rain of bullets swept forth again, the front of the crowd seemingly drawn into a meat grinder, dense mist of blood keeping bursting, adding more screams of terror.

Finally, after several rounds of volleys, people sensed something was wrong, their panic triggered by the scent of blood saturating the air, scrambling desperately to flee, and the crowd finally began to move collectively backward.

The commander, determined to complete the task swiftly, kept urging the soldiers to fire at the open area, pushing tight until everyone was forced outside the fire recognition zone before ceasing fire.

By now, the fire recognition zone was littered with horrific corpses, numbering in the thousands, with the majority not even shot by soldiers but dead from trampling in the crowd’s panic.

In such dense running, falling meant, regardless of physical strength, never getting up again, only ending by being trampled to death.

Some weren’t dead on the spot, dragging their bloodied bodies, crawling in pools of blood, crying out in agony, but everyone was driven outside the fire recognition zone; no one dared to enter to save them. They crawled until they bled to death.

The hope just rising among the Border District refugees shattered instantly.

Behind them was the beast chasing relentlessly; the mercenaries’ ammunition, scarce, would eventually run out.

Ahead was the fire recognition zone, making no concessions, the Rust Wall Defense Team’s soldiers staring at them like Death Gods.

They sunk again into despair, unable to advance or retreat.

...

Due to the extensive impact of the beast crisis this time, not only did the entire Border District suffer, but the Inner City also experienced considerable unrest.

Moreover, the security forces were all allocated to assist the evacuation of major corporate entities, leaving no one to manage street security. Everywhere, there were civilian-controlled drones hovering near the Rust Wall.

Countless live videos were filmed and streamed online one after another, exponentially spreading across major social media profiles and media websites.

If the initial helplessness and chaos of the New Moon City authorities can be understood, as the beasts entering inland was unprecedented, no city had a contingency plan for this.

Even when later the Rust Wall gates sealed shut, forcing the Border District refugees into a dilemma, while cursing their actions, deep inside, there was at least understanding; back then, it was chaos. If the gates opened and the beasts followed through, the situation would be completely out of control.

But until the end, when tens of thousands of mercenaries from New Moon City surged towards the border, building a barricade of flesh and blood for the refugees.

In this assuredly secure rear, clearly capable of opening the gates to rescue, the Rust Wall Defense Team instead opted to deploy heavy weapons, sweeping the crowd, brutally killing thousands.

Rage exploded in the hearts of every netizen.

Regardless of whether they were locals or outsiders, all vented their fury in the comment sections and social media profiles at this moment.

[When mercenaries and anarchists fight the beasts desperately, the government forces assist major corporations in killing. Now, everyone knows who the true enemy is, right?!]

[I quote the New Moon City Council’s words at the inauguration— I will be the protector of New Moon City, dedicated to duty, safeguarding every citizen’s life and happiness. You’re too despicable, really, you’re the shame of humanity.]

[Everyone must remember this scene! It’s not just a disaster for New Moon City; when disaster hits us one day, every one of us may suffer the same fate!]

[Despicable corporate giants, and these politicians toying with human lives, history will remember you, you will surely pay for your actions.]

Amid the furious wave online, Sikinkov at the Rusted Wall Defense Command Center also learned of the bloody tragedy outside the M6 District.

Sikinkov was furious, his expression distorted, his clenched teeth nearly drawing blood from his gums. He pointed at Amir’s nose, his voice trembling with anger, "Associating with someone like you, I feel deeply ashamed."

Amir sneered coldly, saying, "Instead of cursing me here, why not think about how to clean up after yourself afterward."

"You should be grateful, orders from Capital Upper Court haven’t arrived yet, so you’re still the director of the Public Security Bureau, enjoying the privileges of a City Council executive committee member. Otherwise, I’d have you executed right here!"

"Pack up, it’s almost time for us to evacuate. The people escorting you are outside, ready to go to the airport."

Sikinkov, his face cold, forcefully pushed past Amir and walked downstairs alone.

"Director." Outside the building stood several members temporarily transferred from the Anti-Violence Fourth Section, responsible for escorting the director of the Bureau, coming forward at that moment.

Sikinkov ignored them, walked straight to his car, opened the door, and sat inside.

One anti-violence team member approached the car window, reminding him, "Director, our aircraft is over there. Please take the aircraft; we’ll escort you to the airport."

"Is it to protect me?" Sikinkov looked at them, his gaze hiding some inexplicable emotion.

"Then come on."