Using the MC system to pretend spiritual revival

Chapter 235 The Ocean Boils, the City Laments

"Click..."

Communication hang up.

The recurring, increasingly chilling sound finally stopped.

Old Joel remained silent, his hands gripping the control panel, his face grim.

The others around them had similar expressions.

A sense of eeriness and unease lingered in the hearts of everyone present.

This tiny island nation, which had never been valued by them before, finally made them realize the truth.

Extraordinary, something that far surpasses existing common sense, cannot be measured by past experience and judgment.

But clearly, it's too late to realize this now.

The excessive vigilance, suspicion, and lack of understanding of the extraordinary have led to the current situation.

Captain Joel, who was in charge of the operation, could only close his eyes in anguish and slump back into his seat.

He knew he was completely finished.

Whether it's those old guys who are about to die of old age, who are obsequious to the extraordinary and wish they could recognize another father on the spot.

He is the werewolf chieftain who is said to be able to fight tanks.

Or perhaps it's the vampire side, with the vampire saintess Lillian, who is said to have lived for countless years.

If any one of them were to cause even the slightest trouble, old Joel wouldn't be able to survive...

The more I thought about it, the heavier my heart became.

And just as everyone fell silent, and the huge conference room fell into dead silence once again,
“Ding…ding…ding…”

A piercing electronic notification sound rang out clearly in the quiet room.

The people nearby were startled and looked uneasily at the communication station that had just been disconnected.

"...Could it be that Ron, whoever he was, called just now?"

This idea popped into everyone's minds.

There was a stalemate for a moment.

A communications officer, equally filled with fear but unable to escape due to his duty, mustered his courage and took a closer look, his expression suddenly relaxing.

"Sir! This is a communication from the neighboring country of Xin..."

Upon hearing this, old Joel's expression froze for a moment.

It was quite unexpected that the two sides, who had always disliked each other, would suddenly contact each other.

However, after a little thought, it becomes clear that the other side probably knows the current situation in Japan better, and they likely want to discuss this matter.

Thinking of this, old Joel smiled wryly, propped himself up, went to the communications station, and took the microphone.

"...Hello, I am Joel Johnson, captain of the United States. How may I help you?"

The people around watched as their boss took the phone and started talking to the other party in broken Mandarin.

After only a few words, Old Joel's expression visibly changed.

From being relatively calm, he went from wide-eyed and mouth agape, exclaiming "what what!"

Finally, his hand trembled, and the communicator slipped from his grasp and fell to the edge of the table.

Suspended by the transmission line, it seemed to bounce up and down like everyone's hearts.

"...Heh heh...Quick!!! Check the hull and lower deck!!!"

After dropping the microphone, old Joel stood there stunned for less than a second, before anyone could come forward to ask if he was alright.

He instantly turned his head and roared at the curious officials around him.

He roared wildly with a voice that seemed to tear his throat apart, issuing commands.

Seeing how agitated he was, no one dared to ask any more questions. They took their orders and quickly ran out of the command room.

Only the communications and technical personnel were left standing there, at a loss.

After shouting these words, old Joel staggered back two steps and leaned against the table.

His entire body felt as if his bones had been removed, and he slowly slid down, eventually collapsing to the ground.

In the recent communication, the supreme commander of the Sin Kingdom informed him of the city riots, the strange changes of the monster named "Tomie," and the rapid anomalies beneath the calm sea.

Old Joel was struck dumb upon hearing the news that mutated schools of fish and barnacles were attacking the decks of ships and invading them.

The devastating news caused my already agitated heart to clench violently.

With his last ounce of strength, he roared out the order to investigate, then his body went limp and he could no longer rise.

Amidst a ringing in his ears and a blurring of vision, he saw a crowd hastily gathering around him and helping him up.

Old Joel didn't care about this at all; he just kept praying to God in his heart.

Hopefully it's not too late, and the worst hasn't happened yet.

Soon, accompanied by tinnitus, several footsteps approached.

Soon, his adjutant's young, freckled face came into view.

"Captain! Something terrible has happened!!"

"We just made contact with the personnel on the other ships in the fleet and checked the lower decks and waterproofing. Two transport ships have been silently breached!"

"The same anomaly was also detected on the ship carrying the rescue and relief technology personnel!"

"Searchers found a twisted creature, a mixture of human and animal parts, in the lower compartment!"

"After firing the shots, a whole bunch of them rushed out! A fight has broken out!!"

"Captain! We... should..."

Old Joel, who had collapsed to the ground and was helped up, heard the report from his adjutant.

I felt the tinnitus in my ears rapidly amplify, drowning out all other sounds around me.

Finally, his body stiffened abruptly, everything went black, and he completely lost consciousness...

……

At this time, the other side.

Zhou Wu heard a burst of noisy roaring from the communicator, so he moved his ear away and waited a while before the call ended.

Silently, he put the microphone back on its stand and looked up at the screen in front of him, which displayed the United States fleet's night vision surveillance.

On the sea, several dull-looking, boxy transport ships were visible at the stern, their lights flickering and going out. Some of them were tilted and looked like they were about to sink.

He smacked his lips and raised an eyebrow at his subordinate beside him.

"It seems we notified you a bit too late."

After saying that, the two looked at each other and smiled.

However, given that it was an emergency, Zhou Wu didn't waste too much time on trivial matters.

After smiling, he composed himself and asked in a serious tone:
"Old Zhang, how's the investigation going? Are the lightly armored transport ships in the fleet alright?"

As soon as the question was asked, a figure moved in the seat next to him.

The elderly man with a head of graying hair and a buzz cut, who was also the fleet's deputy captain, also put away his flippant attitude and reported in a serious tone:
"We reacted quickly enough that most of the ship's bottom only had some dents and barnacles."

"Two transport ships had minor damage to their bottoms, but with the help of individuals who have awakened their merman bloodline, they have been almost completely repaired."

"The other vessels with less damage have also cleaned the marine life attached to their hulls and have begun to drive away and shoot the fish below the surface."

"Although the number is increasing, it is still within a manageable range so far."

Upon hearing this, a smile appeared on Zhou Wu's dark face.

You have to understand, at best our fleet reacted quickly enough, there's nothing to be happy about.

But with the United States fleet next door as a comparison, it was quite an accomplishment.

With a smile, he turned to the long-bearded old man in a blue Taoist robe standing to the side and asked:

"Taoist Master? How did the divination go? Has there been any change in the situation of the missing team in Dongjing and Li Qingfeng and the others?" As soon as the words fell, the old Taoist in blue robes, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, shook a huge green tortoise shell in his hand.

A crisp metallic clanging sound came from inside the tortoise shell.

The next moment, several ancient-looking copper coins fell out of the tortoise shell.

This also stopped its swaying motion.

He gently closed his eyelids, and in the pitch black, a vague, incomprehensible message emerged as he asked the question.

With a thought, his magical power suddenly decreased, and at the end of the message, the names of Li Qingfeng and Yang Ping appeared.

Soon, as if in response, several incomprehensible messages surfaced.

In a mysterious way, the old Taoist priest understood the meaning behind it.

"live."

"live."

"..."

The whole process seemed complicated, but in reality, it only took a moment to process in my mind.

Once everything had subsided, the old Taoist priest reopened his eyes and let out a long sigh of relief.

After bending down to pick up the fallen copper coin, he nodded to Zhou Wu.

"Reporting to the commander, according to the divination, they are all still alive..."

After saying that, the old Taoist in blue robes took out all the remaining copper coins from the tortoise shell, put them in his pocket, and then casually put the huge tortoise shell on his head.

The people around them, who were already used to this, were not surprised at all.

"It's good that you're alive. But I'll have to trouble you, Taoist Master, to do a divination every half hour. I'll apply for the points and bonus compensation from the Special Operations Bureau on your behalf."

After saying that, he turned around and looked at the real-time images of the ships in front of him and the surrounding sea area, and waited.

This is one of the reasons why he was able to sit here so calmly after the twelve squads that had gone deep into Dongjing suddenly lost contact.

Not only the team included the powerful Li Qingfeng and Yang Ping, but also the Wuwei Immortal who had entered the city early to explore.

In addition, as soon as the signal was lost, drones were dispatched for reconnaissance.

At the same time, they also summoned a divination expert among the logistics personnel left on the ship, who would divine the survival status of the team that had lost signal every half hour.

Since realizing the impact and changes that the existence of the extraordinary had on the actions of the established military, he has reflected deeply on his mistakes and made significant improvements in his thinking.

That's why the first thing that came to mind was the dual investigation combining physical and spiritual methods, and the results were surprisingly good.

With a proud smile, Zhou Wu, whose temples were graying, had an old face tanned dark by the sun, his pride barely contained.

At his insistence, the image of the United States fixed on the screen in front of him produced a contrast effect far exceeding expectations.

Every time I sit here and take a look, I have the illusion that my IQ has increased.

However, while enjoying leisure time, he didn't forget his business.

Now, Zhou Wu is waiting to see what's happening outside the ship, towards the camp...

Everything is proceeding smoothly and in an orderly manner.

As time passed, the surveillance footage pointing towards the shore soon changed.

The landing area, which had been cleared out, was now filled with lines of vehicles and people in military uniforms gathering there.

Meanwhile, on the shore, amidst the rolling waves, several small transport ships that had been waiting for a long time also received the news at the same time.

In an instant, a group of people rushed out to meet the procession that had gathered from all over the city.

This is what Zhou Wu and the others are waiting for in the command room.

When the riots first started, the Xin Kingdom quickly discussed the matter and decided to evacuate its troops from the island.

The rescued overseas Chinese, along with materials, intelligence, and supplies, will be transported back.

This is one of the reasons why the fleet remained stationary even after discovering the escalating danger beneath the surface.

I also informed the United States, which isn't far away, that they should also cause some trouble.

It would be best to launch a few torpedoes to attract some of the underwater creatures away, which would also reduce the pressure on the sea surface.

Judging from the current situation, it has indeed been effective.

The perspective returns to the port.

Under the gloomy night sky, the lights from the ships and vehicles illuminated the cleared port area.

The troops, dressed in military uniforms and carrying weapons, transported and moved supplies quickly and in an orderly manner.

Metal boxes labeled with experimental tags such as fragile, explosive, and isolated were transported by pulleys to the waiting ship at the shore.

In the very center, a personnel transport ship that had been specially reserved was having its gates opened amidst the swift movements of soldiers on both sides.

At the same time, several troop transport vehicles drove up from the direction of the port and stopped with a "whoosh" on the open space on the shore.

The soldiers quickly got out of the vehicle and opened the door.

With commands and shouts, people with tense or numb expressions, carrying their meager belongings, lined up and disembarked from the vehicles.

Among them were the old and the young, men and women, but the only thing they had in common was the unease and fear revealed in their eyes.

Clearly, they survived on this island, which can now be called a ghost kingdom on earth.

It is a dual test of physical and mental strength for anyone.

And with shouts of encouragement from the motherland and national flags fluttering on various vehicles and ships.

The crowd gradually regained some peace of mind.

They silently faced the rain and boarded the ship in an orderly fashion.

Empty vehicles quickly moved to the sides to avoid congestion, allowing subsequent vehicles to move forward as quickly as possible.

The process of people getting off the vehicles and boarding the boat was carried out in an orderly manner, striving to take all personnel and supplies away with the highest efficiency.

Transport ships pierced through the waves and storms, shuttling between the surface fleet and the port.

As the third wave of personnel and vehicles were unloaded, a total of less than 1,200 people boarded the personnel transport boat.

Pairs of eyes, some numb, some dazed, gazed out of the portholes at the nightmarish place that was gradually receding from view.

In the deathly silent cabin, a series of sobs finally broke the silence…

The last batch of supplies with low priority were pushed onto the landing gear of the supply ship.

At the port, only abandoned vehicles and lights remain, illuminating the port in solitude.

“Woooo——!!!”

As the lead cruiser sounded its deafening horn.

The entire fleet began to change direction, parting the thick, inky waves under the night sky, and sailed away from this area.

The ship's prow, sharp as a blade, cleaved the sea.

At the bottom of the ship, the strange fish that didn't have time to react and wanted to take a bite of the big guy in front of them were crushed by the steel.

Meanwhile, on the deck.

Zhou Wu, leading a group of people behind him, stood silently as the dark silhouette receded into the distance, braving the increasingly torrential rain.

"...Old Zhang, is everything alright with the arrangements I asked you to make?"

After a long while, Zhou Wu shifted his gaze from the port, which was becoming increasingly difficult to see, to the vice-captain who was also standing silently beside him, and asked a question.

"Well, it's all done."

The elderly man, his hair streaked with gray and wet with rain, nodded in affirmation without hesitation.

"When the transport ships arrived, six transport planes were parked on rooftops and in open spaces, enough to evacuate three times the number of people."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Wu breathed a sigh of relief and glanced at the port one last time.

He patted the raindrops off his clothes and turned to walk towards the cabin.

"Don't get wet, you old folks. I told you to come out and see, but you insisted on coming with me..."

(End of this chapter)