Mingcheng Science and Technology Plaza is nearly 100 meters high, so it naturally has many elevators, eight facing each other, as well as quite a few staircases.

Li Changzhou and his team followed the rescue workers down the backup staircase to the 21st floor, where they waited quietly for news.

The soldiers drew fire from another location, but it wouldn't be easy for them either; for one thing, they were definitely going to run into that female mosquito.

Li Changzhou glanced to the side. The fat boss was wearing boxing gloves and dared not wear a bulletproof vest, so he could roughly guess what skills he had. The female celebrity, however, was very mysterious.

Logically, since they were acting together, they should have shared information with each other to facilitate cooperation, but they didn't say anything to each other.

Players are destined to be competitors.

He then thought of the white card players, who were called 'destroyers' in the game. What was the way these people existed?

(Wait, I think I'm a white card player too?) Li Changzhou suddenly realized.

Just then, a loud gunshot rang out.

"Yijun, keep an eye on the number of mosquitoes and let me know if you need to." Zheng Qing whispered into her headset.

"Um!"

The gunfire continued for a while.

"Sister Qing!" Tang Yijun called out into his earpiece.

"Be careful not to hurt the hostages." Zheng Qing picked up her submachine gun. "Go!"

Six soldiers led the way, rushing up to the 22nd floor, followed closely by players like Li Changzhou, and finally rescuers in protective suits, some of whom were carrying stretchers.

Upon reaching the 22nd floor stairwell, we waited quietly for a while until a soldier silently unlocked the door and waved before the group officially entered the 22nd floor.

The swarms of mosquitoes that were once everywhere have disappeared, and the wall is exposed again, with one or two mosquitoes occasionally clinging to it; it's unclear whether they're dead.

The tables and chairs were in disarray, food was scattered all over the floor, and the hostages were hiding among the mess, some huddled in cabinets.

The mosquitoes didn't deliberately gather them together. To them, this self-service restaurant was like a fish tank for humans. Whether the fish hid in the water plants or behind the artificial hills didn't matter; they could be caught whenever they wanted.

Upon hearing the gunshots, the hostages already knew that the authorities had finally arrived to rescue them. Seeing another group of people enter through a different door, they were even more delighted.

Many people burst into tears.

Just as the voices of the more than 500 people were about to erupt, Zheng Qing quickly gave the female celebrity a wink.

The female celebrity stepped forward and said, "Everyone, please be quiet, we're here to rescue you."

The clamor that was about to erupt was suddenly dampened, as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over them. The hostages, who were filled with surprise, joy, and fear, didn't make much of a sound.

The female celebrity continued, "Don't panic, everyone. Those who can walk on their own, please do so. Those who can't, please help each other. Rescue workers will provide assistance, and everyone will be alright."

The voice is soft and gentle, making your heart soften and feel very comfortable.

Although they still speak the Mandarin of the Great Xia Dynasty, it has taken on the soft, melodious flavor of the Suzhou dialect.

This was just Li Changzhou's feeling; he had never actually heard people from Suzhou speak.

But regardless of whether it's true or not, and no matter where it's spoken, it's never as pleasant as Yang Qinglan's voice—this is his personal opinion, and it's also a fact.

The hostages evacuated in an orderly manner, with children, the elderly, pregnant women, and those who were unable to move receiving assistance from rescue workers.

Throughout the process, the female celebrity kept comforting her.

Maintaining such order would have been impossible a month ago; even the best psychologist wouldn't have been able to help. But one player accomplished it with ease.

The fat boss and Li Qianxia would occasionally lend a hand, helping to lift some unconscious people onto stretchers.

Li Changzhou remained motionless, his eyes scanning the surroundings like an owl, guarding Yang Qinglan's side.

His gaze swept across the escape route gate, where a black mist about two meters tall stood, and the escaping crowd kept passing through its body, as if walking into a section of black waterfall.

This thing is like a ghost. I wonder if all white cards have this thing. If so, the thought of countless black mists watching me with indifferent eyes from the shadows sends a chill down my spine.

The rescue operation proceeded quietly and in an orderly manner, with gunfire continuing unabated.

"How's the situation?" Zheng Qing asked into her headset.

"No problem. The firearms are only so-so, but the mosquito's proboscis is short enough not to pierce through the protective suit or mask," someone replied through the earpiece, presumably the person in charge of restraining the mosquito.

"ASAP……"

"Sister Qing! The person upstairs has gone down! It's black!" Tang Yijun's voice suddenly exploded in the earpiece, sharp and piercing.

"Cat head?" The sudden stop prompted the person below to ask instinctively.

"The mosquito soldiers are coming down! Hold them back and don't let them come up!" Zheng Qing said quickly, raising her gun and sweeping towards the stairwell between the 22nd and 21st floors.

Black mosquito soldiers, armed with black steel guns, swarmed out from there, flying at low altitude.

Panic gripped the crowd, who screamed and rushed toward the escape route, instantly blocking the small side door.

Screams, wails, curses, and cries turned the 21st floor into chaos, as if a time bomb had been set off in the lobby.

"Mu Rong!" Zheng Qing shouted as she fired.

The bullets shredded the Black Mosquito soldier to pieces, and the other eight soldiers took turns firing, displaying an air of determination to kill one by one, or two by two.

Mu Rong raised her voice, but her tone remained gentle: "Everyone, calm down, it's alright, we will protect you, don't fight over it."

Despite her constant reassurances, the crowd still couldn't control their panic, but at least a stampede and overcrowding were avoided.

"Hurry up!"

"I'll help you!"

"Get on my back!"

Working in coordination with professional rescue personnel, the rescue operation proceeded efficiently and smoothly amidst gunfire and the smell of gunpowder.

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