Chapter 7 Riot

The incident happened so suddenly that panic spread like a plague along the vast underground shopping mall, and it was a mess in the blink of an eye. Customers from a specific direction crowded and fled desperately as if they had seen the terrifying demon in the world. Driven by their survival instinct, they threw away all the etiquette of gentlemen and ladies.

Holiday shopping malls are already overcrowded, and the exits in several directions are blocked for a while. All the lamps on the ceiling snapped out at the same time, dragging the whole underground into the boundless darkness. The darkness has always been an excellent breeding ground for fear. In an environment where you can't see your fingers and simultaneously take away everyone's sense of direction, everyone is scurrying like headless flies.

Everyone began to use the lilittleight of mobile phone torches to illuminate, and the flow of people started to move in the direction of several exits relying on only light, but that did not restore order to the chaotic scene. Invisible smoke and dust filled the air, and people in a specific direction still fled in a unified approach, like a turbulent current.

The direction where the crowd fled from time to time came out with strange low-pitched roars, as if there was some extremely ferocious beast that was slaughtered in that direction. The sound in the dark sounded like a being locked in a cage with dinosaurs. Illusion in. Jay shielded the Reynolds and his wife and quickly retreated toward the emergency passage. Suddenly, he heard a loud wind in his ears. It was the sound of a high-speed flying object cutting the air at high speed.

Jay raised his hand to catch it. It was a stainless steel pot lid, which was quickly deformed under the pressure of enormous force. Even Jay was a little surprised by the tremendous power it carried.

Although I was curious about what was causing the commotion, it was more important to cover the safe evacuation of the Reynolds and his wife. Jay tossed the huddled stainless steel lid aside and led the two of them through the crowd at a brisk pace.

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

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

The changes in the distance continued, and the chaotic cracks began to run wild on the ceiling, and the gravel and dust fell like raindrops, casting a thick smoke screen in the darkness. Out of his eye, Jay caught a glimpse of a little girl who the adults in the chaotic crowd ignored. She looked no more than ** years old and was sitting down and sobbing in the crowgroupe fasgroupeading crack silently climbed to the top of her head, the ceiling cracked, and the broken pipes and a large number of rubble entwined with wires fell above her head.

Almost without thinking, Jay's body decided for him. He suddenly pulled out his hand from Mrs Reynolds' hand, left a sentence "Wait for me", and rolled out like a whirlwind. Mrs Reynolds called out his name in a panic, utterly invisible in the darkness.

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

The little girl stopped crying, stared at the black figure in front of her protecting her, and asked aloud, "Are you a superman?"

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

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

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

At this moment, a woman's voice came from the hustle and bustle in the back, sounding flustered 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'm here!"

Jay followed the prestige and quickly pinpointed the anxious mother from the crowd. He picked up the little girl with one hand, and with a flick of his figure, he hurriedly took her to his mother's side.

"Mummy!" The girl shouted and rushed into her mother's arms. The young mother's eyes were red, and she hugged her daughter tightly as if she never wanted to be.

Jay retreated silently into the darkness and quickly found the Reynolds and his wife. The two were still waiting in place, and when they saw him coming back, they didn't ask anything and continued to follow him.

Coming to the emergency exit door, Mr Reynolds grabbed 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. If you go up the stairs in front of you, you can directly lead to the exit on the ground.

But as he was about to leave the mall with the Reynolds, he hesitated. He subconsciously looked back at the panicked crowd in the dark underground shopping mall, the image of the helpless little girl just now flashed in his mind, and the look of his mother crying with joy when she was reunited with her.

It doesn't matter whether you have the consciousness to be a hero or not, it's just that sometimes tragedy happens right in front of you, and you can change it, so you can't stand by and watch.

Noticing that he was standing there, Mrs Mrsolds asked aloud, "What's wrong?"

Jay took a deep breath and turned his head. "Sorry, Dad, Mom...you go up first; it just dawned on me that I still have things to do. I'll catch up with you soon, I promise."

After speaking, he left the two of them behind, 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 many police officers cordoned off a nearby area and stood guard.

Holch, the detective in charge of the operation, has been with the Metropolitan Police for more than three decades and has personally experienced bizarre incidents such as laboratory monster rampages and alien invasions, most of which were. It became his bragging about the newcomers to the police station.

The order given to him this time was rather strange. The superior only told him that there was an unexplained commotion in the underground shopping mall and that some civilians were trapped underground. However, they only ordered him to lead someone to block the entrance and keep the soldiers still.

Holch asked, what about the safety of the civilians; shouldn't they at least try to rescue them? But the superiors only vaguely remarked to him, saying that high-level institutions will send professionals who specspecialisedealing with such incidents and need to wait.

Holch's second cigarette also burned to the end. He threw the cigarette butt on the ground, stomped it out with the sole of his shoe, and looked at his watch impatiently. Whoever the professional mentioned above was, he was late. Holch thought that if he waited three minutes and no one showed up, he would take his people in on his initiative.

He had just come up with this idea when the roaring sound of the motorcycle motor entered his ears. A dark purple-modified motorcycle leapt up like a spirited horse, roaring over from the roof of a police car. It fell sideways, and a gorgeous drift stopped the body. The friction of the tires against the ground made a series of sharp noises, and the rider's black hair fluttered in the wind.

The rider took off his helmet, shook his jet-black hair, and stepped off the car with his long curvy legs. She wore a purple uniform that showed her navel, and a purple mask covered half of her face, revealing only her graceful chin. A pair of sky-blue eyes revealed a sharp and alert, alert look from behishowhe fronts, the like hunter.

Holch was stunned. He never expected that the "professional" mentioned by his superiors would be a hot woman. He felt seeing her at a fancy dress party might be more regular.

"It's hard work, Detective." The woman stepped forward confidently and said coldly, "I'll take over next time."