Kamen Rider: Damn! I'm surrounded by beauties

Galaki's second "game trailer" was like a depth charge, causing a huge wave in the online world.

"Xiangyang No. 1 Experimental Primary School", "one hundred and twenty primary school students", "steel needles implanted in the brain", "three-hour countdown", each keyword is like a poisoned dagger, piercing the public's softest nerves.

For a time, the primary school was surrounded by people.

Outside the school gate, the yellow cordon formed a fragile boundary, but it was unable to stop the surging crowd of desperate people.

"Let me in! My child is still in there! My Niuniu is only seven years old!"

A middle-aged woman was crying heart-wrenchingly, her makeup smudged like an oil painting destroyed by a rainstorm. She desperately rushed against the human wall formed by armed police, her voice hoarse and almost inaudible.

"Please, police officer, I'm begging you. I'll just take a look, just one look! My son is timid, he must be terrified now..."

A burly man was crying like a child at this moment, his red eyes full of bloodshot, begging humbly.

Panic, grief, anger... these emotions intertwined together and fermented into a huge, suffocating wave of sound, hitting this campus that is usually full of laughter and joy.

An Xin stood on a command vehicle, shouting at the top of her lungs into a loudspeaker, trying to drown out this sea of ​​emotion with her rational voice.

"Parents! Please calm down! Please trust us!"

His voice was a little hoarse from excessive exertion, and the collar of his military uniform was soaked with sweat and stuck tightly to his skin.

"I'm Colonel An Xin, the head of the Gurongi Countermeasures Department! I guarantee with my rank and my life that we will protect every child!"

"Right now, top brain specialists from all over the country are performing surgery on the children inside! The children's conditions are very special and they can't be moved freely! Please give us a little time, give the doctors some time!"

His words were powerful, but at this moment, they seemed a little pale and powerless.

"Promise? What kind of promise can you give?"

A sharp voice pierced through the crowd. Reporters from several media outlets smelled blood and squeezed to the front like sharks, with microphones and cameras almost poking An Xin's face.

"Colonel An Xin! Just yesterday! All the teachers and students of the Seventeenth Middle School, even the armed police, were brutally killed by Gurongi! Where are your guarantees? Where are the actions of your countermeasures department? Now you want us to trust you again, on what basis?"

This question was like a huge rock hitting an already turbulent lake, causing a thousand waves.

"Yeah! So many people died yesterday. What will happen to our children?"

"You are a bunch of useless people! All you know is empty talk!"

"The Gurongi Countermeasures Team? I think it's the Good-for-Nothing Team!"

Questions, curses, and spit flooded in. An Xin pursed his lips tightly, his face livid. He knew that any excuses at this moment would only add fuel to the fire.

He could only repeat his promises over and over again, using his body and voice to bear the public grievances that were like a landslide and tsunami.

Amidst the chaos, an even more disgusting scene was unfolding.

In a corner not far away, several well-dressed internet celebrities were holding selfie sticks and making exaggerated expressions in front of their mobile phone screens.

"Family members! Did you see that? This is what happened on the scene! It's truly tragic! Friends, double-click 666 and follow the anchor. We will continue to bring you first-hand reports!"

They adjusted their angles excitedly, as if this was not a human tragedy, but a carnival feast that could harvest traffic.

At the center of this vortex of noise, despair and absurdity, the appearance of a figure gradually calmed the atmosphere.

Kamen Rider Kuuga.

In an instant, the whole world seemed to be muted.

The cries, the questioning, the hawking of internet celebrities...all the sounds stopped abruptly at this moment.

Countless pairs of eyes, filled with shock, confusion, bewilderment, and yet with a glimmer of hope, stared at the legendary figure.

This was the first time that the residents of Xiangyang City saw with their own eyes this city hero who had always lived in the news and online videos.

He is more real and reliable than he appears in any video footage.

The bright red armor seemed to be made of hope itself, carrying a strange power that could soothe people's hearts.

Gu Yi, or rather, Kuga, slowly scanned the room. He could sense the heavy emotions woven into every glance, the overwhelming despair surging toward him like a tide.

"I promise you all,"

Gu Yi's voice was amplified in a strange way, reaching everyone's ears clearly. It was not loud, but unusually steady and powerful. "I will definitely protect the children. Gurongi's conspiracy will never succeed."

The crowd was still silent, as if people had not yet recovered from the huge shock.

At this moment, a clear and firm female voice sounded from the crowd.

"I believe in him!"

Everyone looked over and saw Lin Yueqing pushing through the crowd and walking to the front. There were no traces of tears on her face, and her eyes were extremely firm, like an unshakable lighthouse.

"I believe in Kuuga! I believe in the country!"

She looked around at the grief-stricken faces around her and said word by word:

"I'm just like everyone else. My son, Haohao, is in this building too. My heart, like yours, aches as if it's about to break."

Her voice was trembling, but full of power.

"But! What's the point of us crying and making a fuss here? Can it help the children? Can it make the doctors' scalpels move even a second faster? No!"

"The only thing we can do now is to believe! Believe in the doctors fighting their battles inside! Believe in the armed police comrades who are protecting us! Believe in this hero who has saved us from Gurongi time and time again!"

"His arrival means hope has arrived! I'm leaving my son in your care!"

Lin Yueqing bowed deeply in the direction of Kuuga.

Her words were like a powerful tranquilizer, injected into this chaotic ocean.

Yes, what's the point of crying? It only makes the rescue more complicated and makes you collapse. It's meaningless.

The commotion in the crowd gradually died down. Although still filled with worry and anxiety, the hysterical despair had dissipated considerably. Some parents supported each other, silently shedding tears, their eyes fixed on Kuuga.

Gu Yi nodded solemnly in the direction of Lin Leqing.

Then, without saying another word, he turned and strode towards the temporarily blocked teaching building.

Every step seemed to be stepping on everyone's heart, heavy yet full of hope.

As soon as Gu Yi walked into the teaching building, his cell phone vibrated.

He took it out and saw that it was Lin Yueqing.

"Hello? Yueqing."

The calmness and determination on the other end of the phone were gone, replaced by an extremely suppressed, almost broken crying voice.

"Gu Yi... Woo... Gu Yi..."

The strong woman who had just given an impassioned speech in front of hundreds of people and calmed people's hearts was now like a helpless child, unable to utter even a complete sentence, only the sound of painful sobs and gasps.

This huge contrast made Gu Yi's heart suddenly tighten.

He could imagine how hard it was for her to hold on in front of others. Now that the hard outer shell was broken, the softest and most fragile flesh was exposed.

"I'm here, Yueqing, don't be afraid, I'm here."

Gu Yi spoke very softly, for fear of disturbing her.

“Haohao…my Haohao…”

Lin Yueqing's voice was intermittent and full of fear.

"He's only eight years old... Gu Yi, I beg you... You must save him... I can't live without him... I really can't..."

Her pleading was like countless tiny needles, piercing Gu Yi's heart. Just now outside, she said to everyone "I believe you", which was a transmission of faith;

And now, she said to him, "I beg you," which was a trust of her life.

"Leqing, listen to me."

Gu Yi leaned against the cold wall and said word by word clearly and solemnly:

"I promise you, I will use my life to protect Haohao. As long as I am alive, I will never let anyone hurt him. Believe me."

The crying on the other end of the phone gradually subsided, leaving only heavy breathing. After a long while, Lin Leqing said in a hoarse voice:

"……Ok, I will wait for you."

After hanging up the phone, Gu Yi let out a long breath. He knew that from this moment on, he was not only carrying his life on his shoulders, but also the expectations of countless parents.

Time passes by minute by minute, and every second feels like being tortured on a hot iron plate.

Although the parents outside the teaching building stopped making trouble, no one left.

They sat or stood, gathered together, comforted each other, or just stared silently at the teaching building with countless lights on, their eyes full of anxious anticipation.

Reporters, like flies smelling blood, shuttled through the crowd, trying to dig out more eye-catching news materials from the mouths of these grieving parents.

Inside the teaching building, there is a silent war against death.

The classroom where the sound of reading could be heard in the past has now become the world's top temporary operating room.

Next to the wall where the slogan "Study hard, make progress every day" once hung, an electrocardiogram monitor beeped regularly. Where desks and chairs once stood, there were now cold operating tables.

The air was filled with the smell of disinfectant, blood, and sweat, forming a suffocating odor.

Brain surgery experts from all over the country are now wearing thick sterile surgical gowns, masks and goggles, revealing only their bloodshot but extremely focused eyes.

Each of them was a leading figure in their respective hospitals, having performed at least 800, if not 1,000, craniotomies. But today, they felt unprecedented pressure.

This is no ordinary surgery.

They were going to remove a metal needle, not much thicker than a hair, from the fragile brain of an eight-year-old child.

The needle is placed in a tricky position, and if you're not careful, it could cause permanent nerve damage or even death.

What's even more terrifying is that there's a sword of Damocles hanging over their heads - the three-hour limit set by that damn Gurongi.

No one knows what will happen when the time comes, but no one dares to bet.

"Blood pressure dropped, adrenaline 0.1 mg."

"Attractor."

"gauze."

There was no unnecessary communication, only the most refined instructions and the most tacit cooperation.

Sweat trickled down the forehead of an old expert, dripping into his goggles and blurring his vision. He didn't even dare wipe it off, relying solely on decades of experience and muscle memory to continue his precise, micron-level manipulations.

Suddenly, in a temporarily converted music classroom, the tweezers in the surgeon's hand made an extremely slight "ding" sound.

He grasped a thin needle that gleamed with a cold metallic light, and carefully, as if holding a priceless treasure, removed it intact from the child's brain tissue.

It worked!

All the medical staff in the operating room burst into great ecstasy.

They almost couldn't help cheering out loud, but reason made them suppress the impulse.

The surgeon placed the steel needle into the sterile tray and quickly completed the final suturing work.

He nodded to his assistant, and without even taking a breath, he took off his sweat-soaked gloves and said in a deep voice:

"I'm going to help next door. I'll leave this place to you."

After saying that, he strode towards the "art classroom operating room" next door.

The war is far from over.

Just as everyone in the building was fighting for their lives, an uninvited guest arrived quietly.

Galaki was still wearing the colorful "Shamatte" outfit. With his hands in his pockets and humming a tuneless tune, he strolled leisurely to the iron gate of the primary school.

He looked at the tense and solemn scene inside the door, and the smile on his lips became more cruel and joyful.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, it's so touching." He stuck out his tongue and licked his lips.

"The Lindos are really trying hard to save their cubs."

He raised his right hand and snapped his fingers in the air.

"Snapped!"

"Then... the game officially begins now."

After saying this, he walked towards the school gate leisurely as if he was walking into his own back garden.

"Snapped!"

The sudden snap of fingers was like a thunderclap, exploding in An Xin's ears.

His pupils suddenly contracted!

An Xin turned her head suddenly, her eyes piercing the source of the sound like a sharp sword.

He saw it.

The Shamatte youth with his hair dyed like a palette and wearing ripped jeans was approaching them step by step.

It's him! He's seen the surveillance footage, and he's Gurongi in disguise!

"Gurongi has appeared!!"

An Xin roared with all her strength.

"Everyone! Evacuate the parents immediately! Quick!!"

The moment the order was given, all the armed police sprang into action. Half formed a human wall, forcibly pushing the still-dazed parents back, while the other half swung their guns, their black muzzles instantly locking onto the slowly approaching figure.

"Fire!!"

“Da da da da da—!”

Dozens of assault rifles spewed out flames at the same time, and the nerve-damaging bullets specially used to deal with Gurongi formed a dense metal storm, instantly covering the position where Galagi was.

Bullets ripped through the air, whistling loudly, and the ground was covered in dust and rubble.

However, when the rain of bullets stopped and the smoke cleared, there was no one there.

Galaqi disappeared.

An Xin's heart sank. He immediately turned around and looked inside the school.

I saw that the Shamatte youth had appeared in the open space in front of the teaching building at some point.

No, not in human form anymore.

But his appearance as Porcupine Gurongi!

He slowly turned his head, his dark blue compound eyes swept over the horrified crowd, and he let out two low and playful sneers.

"Ha ha……"

"Right now, those little brats are lying in bed, unable to move, like rows of wheat waiting to be harvested by me."

Galaki raised his paw and pointed at the brightly lit teaching building, his voice filled with perverted excitement.

"This kind of prey that won't flee and can only wait to die in despair... is really interesting, isn't it?"

"Snapped!"

Another snap of fingers.

He took a step, slowly and steadily, towards the door that led to endless despair.

The crisp sound of snapping fingers, like the footsteps of death, echoed in the silent campus.