District-wide meeting
Seen from mid-air, there was no sign of life on the new continent rising from the center of the ocean. The entire continent was only an endless leaden gray.
Ying Yungui found the advance team and several branch presidents on a foggy shore, all unconscious. Just as he was about to send the coordinates back to headquarters, he discovered that not only was the communication function disabled, but even the psychic bracelet had fallen into a forced dormant state and could not be activated.
This is obviously unreasonable.
The Psychic Bracelet was a device created by the Association based on the psychic energy that enveloped the world. As long as the wearer had previously experienced psychic energy in their location, they could use its various functions. Even if the wearer temporarily disabled it, it would not be disabled again.
This carrier underwent a comprehensive update after Lynch Filler became president.
Ying Yungui checked everyone's wristbands and, as expected, found they were all the same as his. "That's why these guys lost contact," he thought. Perhaps even they themselves weren't sure when they lost contact. Was it before they landed, or the moment they landed here?
In any case, the fact we are facing now can prove one thing - there has never been any intervention of supernatural energy in this new continent. This is a brand new and absolutely clean place.
Clean? Ying Yungui frowned. Why would he use this word to describe it? He didn't know. He just felt that way instinctively, so he used it that way.
Unsure of the reasons for these people's coma, or whether their lives were in danger, and unable to contact the outside world for reinforcement, Ying Yungui could only temporarily put them in a separate space and take them out.
So he threw a dozen people into a strange space with the most stable energy, and rose into the air himself, trying to find out what was worth studying first before returning the same way.
But unfortunately, just like when we came here, this continent has no other color.
Ying Yungui suppressed his impatience, tore through the space at a faster speed, and flew back to the association headquarters.
Two hours later, the headquarters' decision-making group issued an order to each district branch - no one is allowed to approach area S where the new world is located, otherwise they will be charged with disturbing the order of the association.
Area S is the newly delineated ocean coordinate range, including the New World itself and the surrounding ten nautical miles of sea area.
The reason for sealing off Area S was simple and direct. "All members of the advance team showed signs of energy disappearance," the research center reported.
Ying Yungui had been in and out of various scanning chambers for no less than a hundred times, and finally he could no longer bear it: "Don't you know what's most important right now? Instead of wasting time on me, why not send more people to support the various districts?"
The chief monitor hurriedly said, "Master, please don't move. Stay calm, otherwise it will affect the test data." He then signaled his subordinates to readjust the parameters. "The decision-making committee has issued a ban to all districts. I believe that other than the advance team members you brought back, there will be no casualties among the psychics for the time being."
His tone was old-fashioned and cold, his eyes never moving away from Ying Yungui's vitals. "President, the data shows that there is indeed no energy dissipation in your body. Do you feel any discomfort?"
Ying Yungui chuckled and raised his eyebrows, saying, "I do feel very uncomfortable." The main monitor was about to record it when he heard him say, "Do we have to call you in if there are casualties among the psychics?"
Inside, all staff, including the chief monitor, could hear the strong sarcasm in the tone, but no one stopped their work. "President, you have your responsibilities, and we have ours. Your responsibilities require you to be healthy, and our job is to ensure yours."
His words were neither humble nor arrogant, which actually helped Ying Yungui to break free from his awkward and even somewhat extreme mood. After a three-second pause, Ying Yungui asked, "In that case, can you let me leave?"
"Of course, please." The main monitor entered the real-time secret key, the door opened, and then a series of passage doors outside opened one after another. After Ying Yungui regained his spatial perception, he disappeared from the spot in a flash.
Nearly half of the people were sitting in Conference Room 0. As soon as Ying Yungui entered, he noticed that the layout here was completely opposite to that of the courtroom, with the stairs and center seat inverted.
At this moment, everyone was sitting on the ascending steps of seats waiting.
This was his first time here, or rather, the first time for most of the people present. Ying Yungui glanced at the different faces of the people sitting there and quickly walked to the central seat.
He glanced at the chair that symbolized supreme power but didn't sit down. Instead, he stretched out his arms and rested them on the table. His gaze lingered on the faces in the front row, and he asked in a deep voice, "Where is the head of the research center?"
Everyone looked at each other, but dared not reply. "President, the Experimental Research Center doesn't usually participate in meetings of this level," someone said cautiously. Ying Yungui raised his hand and said, "They must participate today. Go invite them." The assistant at the door nodded and left.
People in the last two rows were whispering, "He's really that domineering. Whatever he says goes." "I've heard about him before. He's even more difficult to deal with than the rumors say." "Everyone, be careful. Luckily, today is a big meeting, and there are many people participating. They shouldn't notice us here."
Ying Yungui's perception of space was so sharp that even if he couldn't hear the specific content of the conversation, he could make a pretty accurate judgment based on the vibrations in the air. However, he really didn't have the time to argue with them.
When Lan arrived, breathless, several people were already showing signs of impatience. Ying Yungui pointed her to a front-row seat and said, "Sit down and get ready for the meeting." She sat in the front row, feeling uneasy.
The lights in the hall were off, and only a small circle of indicator lights was on under Ying Yungui's center seat to indicate the direction to the participants.
"Start from District 4." Ying Yungui's voice sounded particularly solemn in the absolute silence. Someone stood up from his seat. It was the vice president of District 4, who had come to attend the meeting in place of the unconscious president.
"Yes." The man's voice was calm and steady, and he began his usual report. "Due to the sudden appearance of Area S, the accompanying disaster mainly manifested as a red tsunami. The western coastal areas of Area 4 were severely damaged. 103 local psychics were dispatched for repair work, including..."
"Get to the point." Ying Yungui took a deep breath. "I don't want to know how you arranged the rescue mission. That's not something you should waste everyone's time explaining in this meeting. I want to know the casualties and losses."
If the vice president continued to report in this way, this meeting would definitely be more exhausting than the full meeting of the decision-making group, and he no longer had enough energy to process all the information thoroughly.
The vice-chairman, who was interrupted without mercy, choked for a moment, then awkwardly searched for relevant information, obviously not as calm as he had at the beginning: "Well, there have been no deaths or injuries among the psychics so far..."
"Bang" a heavy sound echoed, and the man was shocked. He looked in the direction of Ying Yungui in fear. He didn't know what he had done to make the president so unhappy.
"Do you still need to report on the situation of the psychics? Is the association system dead? Or do you think I'm stupid enough not to check?" Ying Yungui could no longer tolerate it and said sternly, "If you want to tell me that you haven't counted the casualties of the civilians, then you can get out now. Don't let me see you in the association anymore."
"As for the other reporting units present, they are just like him. If you want to leave, get out now. You won't have this opportunity later."
Now, no matter how dumb everyone was, they all understood what he meant. He was already fully aware of the situation regarding the increase in the number of people with special abilities, and he held this emergency district-wide representative meeting in order to understand the social situation.
After all, it is impossible for the local public security management systems to compile these data in just a few hours after the incident. Only the Psychic Association with supernatural powers can do it.
"Yes, yes!" The vice president quickly realized that he had brought the data. He had just followed his usual practice of reporting the more important data first. Now that he had been given the information, he quickly flipped to the end. "Over 1,200 civilians in District 4 have died, and over 900 are missing."
After hearing the data he wanted to know, Ying Yungui immediately interrupted him: "Next, report from District 11."
The deputy branch president who was attending the meeting from District 11 stood up tremblingly when his name was called. "Over 480 ordinary people in District 11 died, and over 620 are missing."
After hearing this, Ying Yungui asked, "I've seen the general situation along the southern coast of District 11. What about the eastern coast?"
Seeing that the president didn't get angry, the vice president of District 11 breathed a sigh of relief and answered honestly, "The eastern coastal area has a small population to begin with, and the defensive wall was raised in time, so the casualties were not severe. Ninety percent of the above data belongs to the southern region."
"Yeah." Ying Yungui's expression eased slightly. He knew that the eastern coast of District 11 had always had a dedicated defense system. The situation reported was pretty much what he expected, so he called the next name, "District 12."
The person attending the meeting from District 12 was the branch president herself, who had recently emerged from a coma. As a high-level psychic, she had recovered much faster than the others. She took good care of herself, so her actual age hardly appeared. However, the combination of her wounds and the loss of her energy had given her a glimpse of age.
"District 12 is surrounded by the sea, but fortunately, it has a superior terrain and the population is mainly concentrated in the inland, so it has not been greatly affected. As of now, 92 ordinary people have died and 3 are missing." The woman's voice was very kind, and Ying Yungui's restless mood was calmed down a lot.
This was the best situation he had learned about in this district: "Okay, thank you for your hard work, branch president. I will take you back to the sanatorium after the meeting." These extremely respectful words aroused the speculation of some people, but they did not dare to talk directly during the meeting and could only keep it in their hearts.
"District 13."
District 13 is the largest district, spanning the northern and southern hemispheres and surrounded by the sea. It's no exaggeration to say it's a vaster version of District 12. When Ying Yungui called the roll, he was prepared to hear about the heavy casualties.
But after a full ten seconds of silence, no one stood up to report. Ying Yungui frowned, "Where's the reporter for District 13?" A pin drop could be heard in the hall. Finally, the branch president of District 12 spoke up, "President, the branch president of District 13 is still in a coma. The vice-president was previously appointed by the Feller family to facilitate the handover with the association."
This was ridiculous. Ying Yungui suddenly realized that since taking office, he had only focused on and dealt with the practical matters that were on the surface, but had never paid attention to the twists and turns in the organizational structure, let alone the tacit "old rules" that everyone understood.
So much so that even though the Philer family had been out of power for so long, he didn't realize that the position of deputy branch president of District 13 had been vacant.
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