At this time, all the field offices in the Extraordinary Control Bureau were not only dealing with the bush-in-chief that was fanning the flames everywhere, but also trying to find ways to send the blocking echo sound shield to everyone.

TV, major mainstream media on the Internet have urgently stopped entertainment programs and the importance of wearing shields is broadcasted on the scroll.

Not to mention ordinary people, even the more mentally slow-tempered special energy cannot detect the existence of echoes. Therefore, in the eyes of most people, the behavior of the unit or community rushing to send out "blockers" is very strange, especially when many people jump out and say that their memories have been passive.

At the beginning, people who spoke were truly remedied and remembered. However, when the topic fermented to a certain level, they were flirting with troubled waters, making up stories, malicious, and affected by group effects... they all started talking and talked seriously. Obviously, only a very small number of people had been involved in supernatural events, which was lower than being involved in a series of car accidents and winning a million prizes, but in the sky, it seemed that everyone was suspicious of losing their memories, and everyone could find some terrifying things from their daily lives.

"I definitely don't wear it regardless of whether others wear it or not. Anyway, I will put my words here. Whoever wears it will have cerebral palsy."

When Yan Qiushan pulled a truck of shields that were urgently transferred to the distribution point, he heard this before the car stopped. He was not good at adjusting conflicts and had no interest in finding a fight. He paused his hand at the door of the car.

Zhichun next to the steering wheel suddenly said, "Look at it."

Zhichun pointed to a residential community not far away. It was already dark now and the street lights had already been on, but the community was pitch black, and the power was obviously out of power.

While sending a message to Wang Ze, Yan Qiushan quietly pulled down the car window a little, and someone shouted angrily: "Do you think the people now know nothing like the past? Who can't go online? You use those things to secretly modify our memories. This time, the matter of the window was revealed, everyone remembered it, so you forced us to use a brainwasher! If you don't come to collect it, you will cut off the power and water, and force us to come. Will you lock up all the people who understand it later? Just like the Middle Ages, a hole in the head was dumbfounded, so you should be fooled by the way?"

"What kind of monster are they? Why are they so powerful? Who is in charge of this world?"

"I won't wear it anyway."

"I don't wear it either. The sky is good tonight and the air is fresh. I don't think there is anything to 'block'."

"Maybe it's about blocking our brains?"

Wang Ze received his letter, sneakily walking out of the crowd like a landmine, and ran over to pick up Yan Qiushan: "Mr. Yan, let's go around from behind, there's a block here."

"What's going on?" Yan Qiushan frowned and said, "You are so full that you cut off water and electricity for others. You still think you haven't started fighting, right?"

"I haven't! God, I'm so unjust," Wang Ze grabbed a scalp with only one layer of small stubble and said anxiously, "The water has not been cut off at all, and the electricity has indeed stopped - today, because of the crawling plants, many places have been powered off, and they can't even get it repaired. Affected by the sound of the echo, they are very excited now and don't listen to our explanations at all, nor do they accept the shielding device! Mr. Yan, please, find someone to replace me, can I send me to the front line to fight monsters..."

Yan Qiushan knows it, but it seems that the bureau is not completely passively beaten. Many specialties in the different control bureau are from ordinary people. They will not reveal their identities and stay in the middle of neighbors. They can also help resolve conflicts subtly.

Zhichun, who was hiding in his arms, patted his chest - His Majesty is right, after all, all races have been living in harmony for three thousand years.

Feng Shen Plain Clothes, who was hiding among the protesters, found that his neighbor was hesitant and he smiled slightly, wrote a draft, and was about to continue working hard.

At this moment, a silver light suddenly flashed, and the lightning flashed through his back neck.

No one expected this change. The blood of plainclothes Fengshen splattered the front of Yan Qiushan, and his pupils suddenly shrank - it was a hissilver bullet!

The plainclothes wind god was swallowed into a white light, and a hysterical scream broke out in the crowd.

The Misilver Spear is Yanqiushan’s closest comrade-in-arms except Zhichun – he has half of his quilt, while the Misilver Spear accounts for half of his pillow.

When the Misilan bullet hits an abnormal energy body, the white light that will explode will form a film of mercury texture, covering the entire body of the target, and then disappear with the target. At that moment, the person who was hit by Misilan left a snapshot silhouette behind the mercury film, chiseling the last expression in his life.

Yan Qiushan saw the confusedness in the eyes of the plainclothes Fengshen.

After a brief confusion, the solidified expression shattered together with the human body, and the hit special energy turned into a ball of fragments, and was stunned on the ground.

It is one thing to panic, but it is another thing to see murder in the street with your own eyes.

The people who could explain their distrust clearly just now immediately became frightened birds, and became in chaos, and the order on the scene could no longer be maintained.

The dead Fengshen originally lived in this community, probably with good popularity. Among the relatives and friends next to him, some were stunned and some were standing there crying. Yanqiushan was first pushed by the panicked crowd, and he was struck by someone. He was held back and forth. In the chaos, he was pushed around like a sandbag.

"Go away quickly, if you can't make a fuss in a while, you will have to step on it!"

"Diet! Killing!"

"mom--"

"Stop pushing!"

Yanqiushan's ears were filled with noises, and his mind was "buzzing". The deep winter in Yong'an was too cold. The hard northwest wind blew through layers of clothes like an ice cone. His limbs were numb and his chest was cold.

A few hours ago, when those "maximum grass" were spreading panic in the square, the Extraordinary Control Bureau used the "enchant net" - it could forcibly "set" people in the same place in the chaotic moments and let them go in batches to avoid accidents. At this time, they distributed shields outside, and the enchantments were actually ready-made, but the impact of Mithril gun killing their colleagues was too great, and the special talents present could not react and use it as soon as possible.

The orders received by the Te Neng fieldwork were not allowed to take action no matter what, and no accidental casualties were allowed. They must gain the trust of ordinary people as quickly as possible. Only when the ground fieldwork is impeccable and subsequent voices can there be listeners.

Until the first mitral was popped up, the fieldworkers did a good job. First, they were suppressed by the "Fifteen-man Red Line" for many years and were cautious in their words and actions. They were all used to it and had a set of mature codes of action. There was a deeper reason, and they were particularly superior from the bottom of their hearts.

Special ability - especially fieldwork - facing ordinary people, just like a strong man two meters tall facing a baby who is unsteady, the difference in strength is large and can be said to be absolutely safe. Not afraid, so you have a clear mind and can be relatively tolerant in most cases. Even if you are misunderstood and suffer a little verbally, you are still confident, easy to solve the problem and willing to calmly solve the problem.

However, this mitral bullet that came out of nowhere changed everything.

At this time, the inside line’s emergency notification was connected, and under the bright red alarm symbol, there was a line of shocking small words: A batch of mitral guns at the headquarters were stolen, and their whereabouts were unknown. Please be careful with colleagues from all departments!

No one can think about who shot the Misilver bullet and what its purpose is. All the special energy companies realized a terrible fact in their hearts - Misilver bullets can bypass ordinary people and directly attack abnormal energy bodies, and specialize in special energy. Moreover, there is no need for any special abilities to shoot, just a few fingers to pull the trigger... Ordinary people don't even have to worry about getting fire.

Te Neng suddenly no longer "safe" and suddenly became a trembling minority. After the malicious eyes around him, there were fatal sword lights.

As the strong man is pointed out, a smile can make the scared weak man crazy.

"Wang Ze!" Zhichun came to his senses first, pulled out the micro walkie-talkie from Yanqiushan's inner bag, and didn't bother to expose himself, shouting, "What are you stupid? Let them run around and something will happen!"

Wang Ze was shocked: "Yes... the barrier device is opened, you..."

Before he finished speaking, another silver light swept over. The field was terrified, and various protective techniques were everywhere, including water, fire, and electric sparks. Wang Ze jumped off the table with his waist and narrowly avoided the second hibisil bullet. The bullet rubbed his head and plunged into the pile of instruments behind him. He didn't know what it detonated. With a loud bang, the entire distribution point was overturned.

The shielding device and various equipment are broken everywhere, and the barrier network is not spared.

The man who was kind to support Yanqiushan suddenly heard Zhichun's voice. When he looked closely, he suddenly pushed Yanqiushan away in fear. In folk legends, the doll has never had any good roles, either a curse tool or a ghost story.

Yanqiushan was not standing firmly and fell under the feet of the running people. Seeing that they were about to be stepped on by countless feet, he hurriedly raised the metal crutch and poked it hard to the side. The crutch turned into a semi-arc shield in his hand, covering him.

The person who pushed him down just now only reacted subconsciously and did not want to kill him for money. He was a little regretful, so he risked his life to come forward and pull him. He just witnessed the whole process of the crutch turning into a shield. He shrank back in a daze. At the same time, the third hilarious silver bullet was shot out, attracted by the special energy of Yanqiushan and turned a corner.

Wang Ze shouted and wanted to rush up, but was blocked by the crowd. Yan Qiushan's vision was blocked by the metal shield, and he couldn't react for a moment what happened.

Wang Ze's eyes were so angry that he was furious: "Mr. Yan!"

Misin penetrated the metal shield, and the dazzling silver light penetrated into it-

At the same time, lightning suddenly flashed and thundered above the Chiazu. Deep in the canyon, the spirits of the artifacts rolled uneasy in the air, and their swords were like loyal shepherds, driving them to a higher place.
Chapter completed!