The countdown has reached zero.
"boom!!!!!!!!!"
A deafening roar erupted as expected from the center of the East Tower.
A huge fireball and thick smoke engulfed the suspended elevator car!
The tower shook violently!
At the foot of the tower, countless people let out desperate cries.
However, the power of the explosion seemed to be... restrained by some unseen force.
The real destructive force was limited to the inside of the elevator shaft, blasting the poor car to pieces, but the impact on the main structure of the tower was far less terrifying than expected.
After the thick smoke dissipated, the East Tower still stood, except for the hole in it.
Just then, the dramatic host of Mihua TV seemed to receive an urgent instruction from the "director team" through his invisible earpiece. The expression on his face instantly changed from shock and confusion to deep sorrow, and he even squeezed out a few realistic tears, his acting skills comparable to an Oscar-winning actor.
He addressed the camera, his voice choked with emotion and filled with profound sorrow:
"Ladies and gentlemen... We have just received an update from the police... A brave police officer who went into the elevator shaft to defuse the bomb... and a kind-hearted teenager... They... They sacrificed their lives to prevent the bomb from detonating completely and to protect everyone!"
"According to the initial assessment of experts at the scene, it was they... who made tremendous efforts and sacrifices at the last moment, diverting most of the bomb's destructive power to the relatively safe area below the elevator shaft... They... exchanged their young and precious lives... for the safety of many more people!"
The host even went so far as to add his own dramatic flair, pleading with a tearful voice to the camera: "If...if the perpetrator of this incident is watching our program...please stop! Don't cause any more harm and sacrifice! Look at these brave people! Don't you feel any remorse?"
That acting, that delivery of lines...
It's a waste of your talents to have you as a children's channel host.
You should go to Hollywood, or at least become a war correspondent; you could definitely make a name for yourself there.
...
A young girl, locked inside the car, heard a reporter's emotional and heartbreaking report of the "sacrifice" through the car radio. Her large, icy blue eyes remained completely unmoved, and her lips even twitched slightly.
play.
Continue the performance.
You've gotten addicted to acting, haven't you?
They've even resorted to the tired old trick of faking their death. Is amnesia the next step?
She could almost picture Yuzuru Nanami with a smug, "I've got this all figured out" expression, and maybe even taking advantage of the beautiful policewoman.
Ah, men.
...
However, the real bomber had no idea that this was a carefully orchestrated show, an Oscar-worthy spectacle for him.
Actually, even if you knew, it wouldn't matter.
A certain deity will make him obediently follow the script.
If you're just a tool, then be a tool and don't overact.
He saw the "just right" explosion and thick smoke in Tunnelta through his binoculars, and heard the sad report from the TV host. He finally felt a little better and let out a long sigh of relief.
Although the explosion's effect seemed to be diminished by the two guys' "last stand" and failed to send the entire tower into the air, it at least killed the two scoundrels who dared to flirt inside.
That's enough!
Damn it, do you really not take him, a professional terrorist, seriously? Daring to flirt and ruin the atmosphere in his death trap?
This is what happens! Let's see who dares to do it again!
The thugs grinned menacingly and satisfiedly, packed their belongings, and started the car.
The game isn't over yet.
He was going to the next explosion site; he wanted everyone to see the police's incompetence and the consequences of opposing him.
He drove an inconspicuous gray sedan, merged into the traffic, and headed toward his next destination.
But he was completely unaware that above his car, a small demon—a Tenjaku—was leisurely floating, like a silent tracker, transmitting his whereabouts back in real time.
...
Teitan.
The school bell rang, signaling the end of the morning's math exam.
A chorus of groans erupted in the classroom.
"Aaaaaah—I'm doomed, completely doomed! I didn't understand the last big question at all! It recognizes me, but I don't recognize it!"
Sonoko lay face down on the table in despair, feeling utterly hopeless and as if life had lost all its color.
"What kind of anti-human thing is mathematics?! It's scarier than those monsters that wander around our house at night! At least I can see monsters, but mathematical formulas recognize me, but I don't recognize them!"
Sonoko, the young lady, let out a lament of being a poor student.
Xiao Lan, standing next to her, helplessly tidied up her stationery and comforted her, "It's your own fault for not studying properly yesterday. You only looked at half of the key points Nan highlighted for you before running off to play games."
Upon hearing this, Sonoko immediately clung to the opportunity, sitting up abruptly and retorting righteously, "What about Nan?! Nan didn't even come to the exam today! He must not know the answers, so he simply skipped it!"
What does this mean?
"This proves that mathematics is anti-human! It goes against human nature! Even someone as smart as Nan gave up! How can you blame me?!"
Ooka Momiji, who was elegantly tidying up her newly done manicure, heard this without looking up and said in her characteristic, slightly Kyoto-accented, languid tone:
"My husband always gets first place in his grade in every exam, big or small. Can you do that, Sonoko?"
She paused, then added, "A precise finishing blow":
"Hmm... being last is still being first, you're quite consistent in that respect."
Sonoko: "..." (Bombarded with a critical hit)
"Kumi! I'll fight you to the death!" Sonoko lunged at Ooka Momiji with bared teeth and claws, and the three girls immediately started laughing and wrestling together, temporarily dispelling the gloom brought by the exam.
Meanwhile, on a pedestrian overpass near the school.
The gray sedan slowly came to a stop.
The bomber, wearing a baseball cap and a mask, got out of the car, leaned against the railing of the overpass, and gazed at the vibrant campus of Teitan in the distance.
On the playground, classes were having physical education lessons, with bursts of laughter echoing through the air; inside the teaching building, students who had just finished their exams were walking out of their classrooms in twos and threes, discussing the questions, radiating youthful energy.
A cruel glint of pleasure flashed in the thug's eyes.
What a beautiful scene!
Soon, this place will be shrouded in fear and despair.
He took out his phone, intending to savor this last moment of tranquility before the police arrived, running around like headless chickens, and then... calmly press the button that symbolized destruction and revenge.
No one can stop him.
No one could see through his plan.
Nobody's here!
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