Sky-cracking Rider-Chapter 786: Section 781 - Resentment Hard to Quell

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Everything was for his little sister, Chen Fei's devotion as a brother was truly painstaking.

After the Dual-Headed White Wind Crane arrived at the emergency rescue site with Little Sister Chen, the scene she encountered was one of corpses strewn across the field, no, rather row upon row of neatly arranged injured people. Their injuries were not only disfiguring, with missing arms and legs, but their bodies were like torn rag dolls, mangled beyond recognition. The blood flowed like rivers, and the foul stench of blood assaulted her senses.

The girl collapsed on the spot.

Blargh...

Truly a caring brother!

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As the military successfully expanded and advanced through street after street, eradicating any hidden dangers and stabilizing the situation in the urban area, ten reconnaissance drones that had completed their mission returned one by one, including the Mechanical Dragon, all stored away within the "Spatial Branding".

Chen Xiao'er again became harmless as any creature, following his mother home on foot with a face of innocence, carrying bags large and small filled with vegetables and meat.

The streets were not only potholed, but were littered with chunks of concrete, shards of glass, and uprooted trees. The corpses of Monsters were scattered haphazardly, and the stench of their blood gathered in pools in the low-lying areas. The city's public transportation was temporarily paralyzed, even the subway lines had ceased operations.

The city district that the battle had ended in bizarrely gained an apocalyptic hue. Fortunately, the threat had been cleared, the hearts of the citizens were somewhat settled, and the post-disaster processes were being carried out in an orderly manner.

After about fifteen minutes of walking, the residential community was now within sight.

A military jeep blocked the path of Chen Fei and his mother.

"B-grade supernatural power user, Chen Fei, battle call sign 'Rookie', get in the car!"

The person in the car opened the door, beckoning Chen Fei.

At that moment, Chen Fei's phone rang. The incoming call displayed the City Public Security Bureau's Rapid Response Center.

"Chen Fei, the use of the KDK-1 breath-controlled hypersonic intelligent missile requires you to personally issue a written report. Please follow the escort vehicle, its license plate number is..."

Blah blah blah, it was roughly indicating that this military vehicle and the call shared the same purpose.

Matching the license plate number, Chen Fei no longer hesitated.

"Mom, I've got something else to attend to, I'll go ahead!"

Without giving his mother too much of an explanation, after leaving behind those words he got straight into the car.

"Xiao'er, be careful out there!"

Mother Yu Xiaoyi watched the military vehicle drive away,

As if he had heard her words, a hand stretched out from the rear window of the car, waving all the way until it turned the corner of the street, and finally, it was out of sight.

Having a son at home who was a supernatural power user, and one of no low grade, it was true—the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility. If you don't stand up to protect others, no one will stand up to protect you, so some things are unavoidable.

Despite her immense worries, as a mother, she did not stop him.

This military jeep appeared to be only responsible for picking up people. After Chen Fei got into the car, no one said another word and they maintained silence all the way until they reached their destination.

A park relatively close to the city center had been temporarily requisitioned by the military. When the military jeep drove in, one could already see rows of modular houses that had occupied the park grounds. Bustling personnel, standard transportation containers, and various pieces of combat equipment filled every corner of the park.

Supplies take the lead before troops move, the materials delivered to the park in the first wave were sufficient to support a small-scale war.

The soldier sitting in the back seat with Chen Fei was the first to jump out of the jeep once it stopped. He turned around and said to him, "Get out, follow me!"

Following the man, Chen Fei arrived in front of a modular house with a sign hanging to one side of the door, "Rapid Response Center Sector 4".

The park was now being used by both military and civilian authorities. Aside from the nearby garrison that received temporary authorization, local branches of the Public Security Bureau were also stationed there, so on the way over, one could see temporary signs with "Rapid Response Center" written on them.

"Here we are! Go in!"

The leading soldier saluted Chen Fei, then turned and walked away without any dilly-dallying.

Huh? A real ride-along?

Chen Fei guessed the main mission of the military jeep was simply to drop him in front of the temporary office of Sector 4 of the Rapid Response Center.

After giving it some thought, he stepped through the door marked with the sign.

This modular house was not small in size, with a footprint of at least two hundred square meters, and it had three floors, complete with all sorts of facilities—all prepared in advance, ready for release and use from a Space System Alchemy Storage Device, very convenient.

As soon as he stepped through the door, someone at the reception desk stood up and gestured for Chen Fei to follow.

"Chen Fei, over there, Room 3 is waiting for you."

Both the phone and the health band had identity recognition and location features, and together with the electronic AR Visual Assistance device, it bypassed the need for introductions, boosting efficiency considerably.

Perhaps it involved privacy rights, but this was the power of the public authority, not an abuse of private rights. After all, personal freedom is not unlimited but relative.

"Thank you!"

Chen Fei nodded at the receptionist and followed the pointed direction toward a small compartment separated by glass with a sign hanging at the door.

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Meeting Room No. 3.

There were already people in the room, who seemed to have arrived not long ago; the two sitting at the table had steaming cups in front of them, one with coffee and the other with tea, both filled to the brim.

"Take a seat! What would you like to drink? I'm the director of the fourth division at the Rapid Response Center, Qian Dajun, and this is my assistant, Lu Shang. Let's just have a chat; there's no need to feel any pressure."

As Chen Fei walked in, the person sitting across the table at the central seat took the initiative to speak, pointing to a chair on the other side of the table. Without any pleasantries, he cut straight to the point.

This was fine by Chen Fei; he preferred this direct, no-nonsense style of communication that eliminated the need for scheming and calculating.

He casually pulled out the chair and sat down.

"Boiled water is fine for me!"

"So... What were you thinking, firing the 'Dragon Slayer Missile' so decisively above the urban area?"

Suddenly, Director Qian Dajun of the Rapid Response Center's fourth division stood up, his hands pressing down on the table as he loomed over Chen Fei with an oppressive gaze.

Cameras hanging in the corners of the reception room were operational, focusing on the three individuals.

The sudden shift in mood took Chen Fei by surprise, and he cautiously pointed at the other's position, saying, "Uh, could you please sit down?"

A local official holds more sway than a distant one; the director could be regarded as a local parent official.

"Just answer me, Comrade Chen Fei!!!"

Director Qian was still glaring at Chen Fei with full intensity.

"Using 'Dragon Slayer Missile' as a go-to solution—such operations are pretty standard in the military contractor circles, aren't they?"

The "Dragon Slayer Missile" shouldn't be used against humans, nor in corporate warfare, but beyond that, it had always been a decisive-level weapon capable of handling mutants and out-of-control violent magical beasts with one strike. If the director had learned about Chen Fei's professional background, he should know that this rule does exist in the military contractors' circles and was not made up on the spot.

Despite the high cost of "Dragon Slayer Missiles," they were necessary when compared to the personal safety of the employees. They were even used to clear land; BOOM!!! There goes the obstacle, and the terrain is flattened—saving a ton of money! (Big Mao almost turned nuclear weapons into a plaything, using atomic bombs for everything from oil extraction, mining, firefighting, digging canals, to building underground storage and reservoirs...)

"This is a densely populated city, not the wild mountains and forests where the Aircrew Base is located. This is a tactical-level weapon, not fireworks, damn it!!"

Director Qian couldn't hold back any longer, slamming his hand on the table. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

With a flick of Chen Fei's hand, the "Dragon Slayer Missile" was launched; although it successfully took care of the black Vortex Cloud, the deployment and use of such a tactical-level weapon in a densely populated urban area fell entirely on the shoulders of the Rapid Response Center.

Chen Fei was taken aback and said, "Didn't the Rapid Response Center agree to this?"

It was the Rapid Response Center that directed the ability users and magical beasts to counterattack. If anything went wrong, it was this unit under the City Public Security Bureau that would bear the brunt. It's your responsibility to carry this burden.

The chain of pressure passed down until it reached the director of the fourth division dealing directly with Chen Fei, who saw the latter looking so relaxed and innocent, and it was inevitable that this might cause him to lose his composure.

"Since we agreed, don't you think to hesitate for a moment?"

Director Qian Dajun of the Rapid Response Center's fourth division was still visibly upset, the pressure on him nearly suffocating.

Even fireworks are prohibited in the urban area, so who gave you the audacity to throw a huge bomb without a second thought, and then claim to be trigger-happy?!

If a "Dragon Slayer Missile" were dropped, the park they were in would be gone, leaving behind only a crater filled with a web of pipelines and rubble.

Both the Rapid Response Center and the Public Security Bureau are ultimately civil organizations with high sensitivity. Any small movement can affect public opinion, unlike the military which can act with decisive force.

"Hesitate, and perhaps a few more citizens would die, right?"

Chen Fei's style leans more towards the military; simple and brutal with exceptional execution, especially since his own family lives locally. What if some blind monster broke into his father's neighborhood or into the supermarket where his mother and sister were? Of course, it makes sense to wipe them out in one go!

To protect his family, Chen Fei couldn't possibly hesitate; this "Dragon Slayer Missile" had to be used, permission or not.

"Public opinion will not reason with you like this!" Qian Dajun's gaze shifted to Chen Fei's left hand, saying, "Hand over your storage artifact; we'll keep it for safekeeping for now." He then signaled his assistant Lu Shang with his eyes.

Next, without causing Chen much distress, he received an injection and the bracelet on his left wrist was taken off him on the spot.

"From now on, your personal safety is the responsibility of the Rapid Response Center. Lu will follow you to ensure your safety. This is an economic zone, and we have the military, so there's no need to worry about safety matters."

Director Qian seriously placed Chen Fei's bracelet in a sealed bag, then locked it in a specially made box. Each Space System Alchemy Storage Device was of great value and needed to be handled with care.

He continued, "You will stay here for now. Lu will arrange a place for you. Don't feel burdened; staying out of the public eye for a while is for your own good. Once this situation blows over, what's yours will still be yours."

Public departments depend on public opinion for evaluations, KPIs, and bonuses, but often, public sentiment is irrational. The fear is that despite knowledge that casualties would increase over time, some would stubbornly focus on the "Dragon Slayer Missile," never resting. One careless misstep could set the tempo for an uproar bred from a life of too much comfort.

This was what gave Qian Dajun the most headaches. It didn't take much—just a few hundred or a thousand complaints and there's mud in your pants: even if it's not poop, it's still poop.

Later, to calm the so-called "public rage," they would need to ritualistically sacrifice a director, and who would that be? Qian Dajun! He had already treated Chen Fei quite courteously. Chen Xiao'er could walk away easily, salary in hand, while his own job would be gone!

"Okay! I understand!"

Chen Fei had been injected with the Supernatural Ability Suppressant before, and unlike other supernatural power users, he was not particularly sensitive to it.

He secretly tried it, and the Dog System was still functioning, but the "Spatial Branding" had lost its response.