dkrc Chapter 102 The world is about to change!
Chapter 102 The world is about to change!
Chapter 102 The world is about to change!
The sun climbed over the bronze dome of the state capitol building, its rays slanting across the cobblestone pavement of the square.
Karl stood in the center of the square.
Behind them were stacks of Gundam crosses, and the members inside were all noble gentlemen~
He was holding a lit torch in his hand.
The flames flickered in the morning breeze.
He raised his hand and threw the torch into the ignition material that had been laid out at the bottom of the structure.
Call ~
Flames erupted and spread rapidly, licking at the charred skin and fabric on the Gundam's surface.
Black smoke billowed up, rising straight up against the backdrop of the state capitol building's greyish-white stone facade, like a crooked pillar.
Karl took two steps back and looked at the flames.
The heat hit me, carrying the sizzling sound of burning fat and the smell of burnt protein.
He stood on a low stone platform at the edge of the square, the seat where the spokesperson usually stood when the state government held small ceremonies.
Looking up, the sky was hazy and the clouds were thick. A few rays of sunlight peeked through the gaps, but were quickly blocked again.
"The world has changed."
He spoke in a low voice, which was a little hoarse.
Having not slept all night, coupled with continuous activities, both my body and mind were extremely tense.
My eyes are dry, and the muscles in my limbs are trembling slightly from maintaining a state of tension for a long time.
But he neither sat down nor rested.
Because the phone was vibrating.
He took out his phone, and there were more than a dozen unread messages on the screen, from different numbers.
Click on the first item.
"Report: Great Rapids has completed its revenge."
Article .
"Report: Maskegan has completed his revenge."
Article 3.
"Report: Newberry has completed his revenge."
Article 4.
Article 5.
A total of twelve messages, covering twelve major towns in western and northern Michigan.
The messages were sent within the past two hours.
After listening, Carl put his phone back in his pocket.
He definitely couldn't finish it in one night if he were alone.
But he is not alone.
He, relying on the [Blood Flag Domain], led the survivors of the nuclear explosion to retaliate against the major cities.
The others were led by the blessing masters to go separately.
Why so fast?
"Revenge shouldn't be delayed overnight."
But the real reason is not just that.
If we are too slow and give the noble council more time to react, they may very well resort to nuclear weapons again.
This time there might be more than one, maybe ten or twenty, covering the entire state of Michigan.
The losses then will be much greater than that.
Although the possibility is low, the nobles are all mentally unstable.
We have to be quick.
Everything must be resolved before they make a decision!
Now, most of the scarlet lines that once pointed to the various families, the markings of the "Hounds," have disappeared.
The remaining few all pointed beyond the state border, towards the East Coast, and towards Washington.
"it is good."
Karl jumped off the stone platform, his knees bending slightly as he landed, but he immediately straightened up.
He turned and walked toward the edge of the square.
There were two pickup trucks parked there, with four people in each one. They were the same people who had followed him all the way from Bay City to Lansing the night before.
"Get everything ready."
He said.
One of the young men jumped out of the passenger seat, carrying a portable camera and a simple live-streaming setup.
The equipment was "borrowed" from a local media company warehouse in Lansing; the battery was fully charged, and the signal test was normal.
"Put it here."
Carl pointed to the spot in front of the stone platform, with a burning cross and the state capitol building behind it.
The young man nodded, quickly set up the tripod, adjusted the camera angle, connected to his mobile hotspot, and logged into his live streaming platform account.
Karl walked back to the stone platform and stood still.
He took off his dusty and bloodstained jacket, revealing a dark gray short-sleeved T-shirt underneath. His right arm was exposed, and the cross-shaped scar on the back of his hand was particularly clear in the morning light.
He raised his right hand, palm facing outward, so that the scar was facing the camera.
Flames burned behind him, and black smoke continued to rise.
The live stream has started.
Smith Bauer woke up in his single bed in his apartment.
The curtains weren't fully drawn, and a ray of sunlight slanted in, shining on his face.
He squinted and reached for his phone on the bedside table.
7:43.
He sat up, rubbing his temples.
I didn't sleep well again last night. My dreams were full of vibrations, loud noises, and the suffocating feeling of the air being instantly sucked away.
Several days have passed since the Detroit nuclear bombing, but my body still doesn't seem to have fully adjusted.
He swiped his phone screen and habitually opened social media.
The first push notification was a live stream link titled "Clearance," with a cover image of a man standing in front of flames from behind, and the background buildings looked familiar.
He clicked on it.
The image is a bit shaky, but it's still clear.
A man stands on a stone platform, with a huge, burning object behind him.
Further on, there's the facade of the Michigan State Capitol, with its copper dome and greyish-white stone—yes, that's it.
The man raised his right hand, revealing a clear cross-shaped scar on his arm.
Smith stared at the screen and blinked.
"What happened?"
He said in a low voice.
As a former federal employee, or more precisely, a former data analyst under the Treasury Department, I was laid off three months ago due to "structural optimization".
He is currently working as a part-time accountant for a local KKK party branch, handling some accounts and donation records.
The income is meager, but at least it's enough to pay the rent.
He glanced at his phone screen, then looked out the window.
Outside the window are ordinary streets in Lansing East, a few cars drive by, and an elderly man walks slowly with his dog.
everything is normal.
But on the screen, the man was standing in front of the state government building, burning a pile of things that looked like corpses.
"Am I still dreaming? Or is this technology? That damn Noah AI's new trick?"
Just a few days ago, Noah AI took over most of the public services and financial systems, which was followed by another round of large-scale layoffs and market turmoil.
Smith is one of the victims. Now, seeing these surreal images, his first reaction is that they are digitally synthesized, some kind of new virtual GG or political propaganda.
But the camera zoomed in a little.
He saw the sparks that flew up as the flames licked the corpse, the trail of black smoke that was blown away by the wind, and the details of the shadows cast on the man's face by the firelight.
That's so true.
It's so real it shouldn't exist.
He turned off the live stream and opened another news app.
The headline read, "Violent clashes erupt in multiple Michigan locations overnight, suspected to be gang fights," with the subtitle, "Authorities urge residents to remain calm and avoid downtown areas."
He then opened the local forum.
There are already more than a dozen posts discussing the live stream.
Has anyone seen that bonfire in the state capitol square?
"Is it for making a movie?"
"I just passed by there, and they were really burning things, but the police didn't do anything about it."
"What are you burning?"
"It looks like—a person."
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Smith put down his phone, stood up, and walked to the window.
There were more people on the street than before.
Three or five, seven or eight people came out from different directions, all holding mobile phones, looking at them as they walked, and then looking up to the west, towards the direction of the state government.
More and more people came out of the apartment buildings and joined the streets.
Their faces showed confusion, curiosity, fear, and something else he couldn't quite describe.
Anyway, with the arrival of Noah AI, everyone is both broke and bored.
Smith put on his coat, grabbed his keys and phone, and went out the door.
Join the crowd and walk towards the state government building.