Half an hour ago.

A long-standing storm hit the city of Newesland, the largest human settlement on the east coast of Eagle Kingdom.

Hurricane winds up to Category 3 and terrifying precipitation of more than 100 millimeters in half an hour have had a serious impact on this city with a population of 15 million.

As the storm passed, the trees were not very solid along the way, and all the houses were dumped, and the water and garbage on the streets were piled up. The messy scenes turned this place where civilizations gathered into an isolated island, isolated everyone from the terrifying power formed by the world. What's even more troublesome is that most of the cities have fallen into darkness due to the damage to the power grid.

But that's not the only trouble that Newesland is facing right now.

"All areas should pay attention to the provisions of the natural disaster emergency plan. People who leave the house are requested to actively cooperate with the command of the National Guard to conduct orderly evacuation..."

Gleason, a former senior national security adviser who was advancing in the rain, was worried now that the traffic flows densely covered all the streets and the National Guards, who were armed and escorted with various tanks and armored vehicles, represented an unreasonable fact.

The metropolis with a population of 15 million were arranged to be evacuated urgently by a Category 3 hurricane.

Obviously, the city is in an extraordinary crisis...

"Damn it, the guys in Washington are definitely a group of bastards who should go to hell. They only considered the evacuation at this time and found such a humble and stupid excuse. Can't they be smarter and more responsible..."

Gleason took his family hard to squeeze out the dense traffic and walked to a relatively spacious urban public land.

Two rescue helicopters have been stopped here. At the open door, several guard soldiers were waving and shouting to ask them to come up quickly.

"Mr. Gleason, and ladies, little gentlemen, please hurry up, we will rush for the next trip."...

Feeling the anxiety in their words, Gleason frowned, turned around and hurriedly said a few comforting words to his family, and climbed into a helicopter on the left alone.

The call I received not long ago has already stated that as compensation for the emergency employment, another aircraft will take his family safely away from the "city that is about to become a volcano" and he will go to a confidential place to deal with a "troubled issue".

At least that's what the original words say...

A height of 1,000 meters.

Five of the only eight "Warcelona"-type giant transport helicopters on the East Coast have been transferred here.

The open door below is constantly receiving rescue helicopters entering, preparing all the talents they need.

As the center for regulating and deploying rescue forces, a large number of precision electronic instruments and equipment have been filled in the belly of the square, and figures in various military uniforms and suits are constantly busy traveling through it. The busy and tense scenes have turned these aerial fortresses into a temporary battlefield command center.

So far, five "Warcelona"-type giant transport helicopters have included half of the Eagle Kingdom's defense agency and all emergency agencies in New Zealand.

Department of Homeland Security.

Joint Operations Command.

Emergency Response Center...

This is almost a arrangement to deal with a national war level.

The commanders here are all the highest-level government officials that the Eagle Kingdom can currently mobilize. Deputy Minister of National Defense, Assistant Minister of National Security, Director of the National Emergency Rescue Administration, Commander of the Coast Guard, etc. As for the others, they are concentrated in Washington, the highest authority of the Eagle Kingdom.

At this time, most of the key institutions that can only be seen on TV news have lost their former demeanor and are sitting around a large round table isolated by a glass room in the middle of the belly of the machine. They are constantly quarreling and roaring at the projected city map, with a gloomy and aggrievance on their faces.

"Three hours! Gentlemen, do you know the current situation... Three hours after entering the city by the National Guard, we only evacuated more than one million people. This efficiency is a disaster for the entire city. We will never be able to complete the evacuation within the specified time, and even half of it may not be able to achieve..."

"There is nothing to discuss. I think each of you know that under the current circumstances, the airport planes cannot take off at all, and the main intersections are filled with chaotic evacuation personnel, so what I need is more National Guards to come and maintain order and send a large number of helicopters to settle in..."

"Shut up idiot, how many people can helicopters evacuate...what, you said it is only used to evacuate important personnel, damn, do you want all of us to be reviewed afterwards? In fact, I have a good idea to urgently mobilize large cargo ships on all routes on the East Coast. With the help of these capacity, we can achieve the evacuation mission..."

"As the head of the Coastal Defense Center, I have to remind you that the current situation is not optimistic. Under this level of storm, unless large ships are allowed to transport personnel directly in the dock, we can only send vehicles to deliver evacuees from the dock to the cabin... By the way, we seem to have two docks for direct rail transportation, and we can try to load evacuees with trains..."

It was not until he saw Gleason coming in that the head Deputy Secretary of Defense William Wade stopped the argument, showed a reluctant smile, left the round table and stood up to greet him.

"Consultant Gleason, welcome you. I think I should have said on the previous phone call that we are in a big trouble at present. As the best trace science in China and the best urban safety management expert in New Zealand, I hope you can provide us with some clues to solve the problem."

"Oh, wait a moment, gentlemen."

Faced with the compliment of the Deputy Minister, Gleason did not dare to agree rashly: "Before I provide clues, can I explain what is happening now, why can I see hundreds of thousands of National Guards pouring into New Zealand, and what are the ships and ships close to the port? I don't think that a so-called big trouble can make Washington do such a level of mobilization. Even the last Orleans Hurricane was arranged to evacuate 2.3 million people..."

Gleason, who was already in his twilight years, had a twitching corner of his mouth. What he saw along the way and the outrageous lineup he had seen at the moment made him feel dizzy.

What kind of disaster is it that I want to evacuate a metropolis of 15 million people.

This cannot be explained clearly with a word "big trouble".

Looking at Gleason's surprise and suspicious look, Deputy Minister William signaled him to be calm and pointed at the LCD screen on the table and said, "I know you have many questions, but we haven't had much time left. To put it short, this is a picture related to this trouble that has been taken over the past week. I think you can see something from it."

Under the operation of the confidential secretary, the rapidly changing photos show various ruins of ruins, and a large number of indistinguishable gravel rubble and other debris are scattered all over the messy explosion site, making it difficult to tell their true colors, but Gleason almost instantly identified where they originally belonged.

Urban Road Management Center, Blanklin Cargo Transfer and Distribution Warehousing, Dongzheng City Management Building, Newsland Police* Headquarters, Urban Purification Water Treatment Company, and MGL East Power Plant that can provide most of the city's electricity.

(Six important institutions related to city operation.)

More than 30 years of professional qualities allowed Gleason to quickly understand the underlying rules from these numerous photos, and then think of some rumors that were inexplicably controlled by rumors recently, and he immediately thought of the problem.

“A terrorist attack on urban operation facilities?”

Deputy Minister William nodded imperceptibly: "You are right, but this is not an ordinary terrorist attack, but a real national disaster, a crisis that is enough to subvert the regime's structure. If it is not effectively controlled, it will have a greater impact than the disaster twelve years ago."

In Gleason's confused gaze, he reached out to signal a tall and strong man next to him with the chief police officer's rank on his shoulder to explain.

"This is six explosions and terrorist attacks in a week. The beginning of the incident was that the police department received a warning email seven days ago saying that a bomb explosion will occur in New Zealand within 24 hours, and the specific location was indicated - the Urban Road Management Center. In case of precautions, we arranged to evacuate all personnel in the building and dispatch the best security forces and bomb disposal experts to deal with it. Unfortunately, the other party's method of hiding the bomb was so clever that we did not find the bombs placed until the explosion occurred."

"We started to think this was a separate case, but in the next six days, the police department could receive a warning email every day, and then informed the explosion site, so that we could find the bomb within the specified time limit, but..."

"I know you haven't found it!"

Gleason suddenly interrupted the man's remarks, and he said loudly to everyone present: "Don't think about it, I dare to bet with my 20 years of experience in the Ministry of Security. The guys who placed the bombs were not only professional enough, but must be a group of madmen who knew our system. They deliberately used this explicit means to provoke, so that we would have to bet on our lives even when we knew the danger, so that we could humiliate us, infuriate us, and completely defeat us after satisfying their perverted and twisted mental habits."

"I can be sure that judging from their proud methods, there must be few insulting sentences in these six emails, but the whole article should be filled with an indescribable arrogance and contempt, treating us as clowns to make fun of."

The police chief nodded with a wry smile: "Yes, the advance announcement has not caused any damage to the staff at six consecutive explosion sites. Only the police and security experts who entered us died and 28 injured. This is still a reduction in the relationship between the personnel entering later. However, the other party is not them, but him alone. The content of the email has been confirmed by our language and psychological experts. More than 95% of the possible determination is made, and only one person commits the crime."

"Where is this time?" Gleason did not care about the number of people who committed the crime, but interrupted the police inspector again and asked the most critical question.

He felt a little nervous and uneasy in his tone of inquiry, because subconsciously, Gleason had already felt that the next one would be a very terrifying answer.

What kind of crisis can make people in the entire city need to evacuate...

Under the dim light, there was silence for more than ten seconds, and only the 3D projector in the round table kept making monotonous buzzing sounds.

Everyone looked at each other and seemed to know how to answer, but in the end, Deputy Minister William spoke.

He said in an extremely heavy and serious tone: "Just as the most unlikely result you think, he intends to blow up the entire city of Newesland!"
Chapter completed!