She is a natural disaster.

Chapter 81 Cannons Lay Flat

Under a dark purple night sky, a large number of heavily armed police officers appeared on the streets.

The sirens blared sharply, the thumping of boots echoed in a chaotic cacophony, and the clatter of horses' hooves stretched from one end of the street to the other.

Two hours earlier, Detective Chief Inspector Leon Lopez of the Uptown Police Department issued a recall order, requiring all officers out on duty to return to the station and all officers on leave to cancel their leave.

The officers who returned to the police station were unaware of what had happened. They only saw that the police station courtyard was full of people and that there was a long line stretching as far as the eye could see in front of the armory, with each person in the line receiving at least one rifle.

An hour earlier, the assembled police officers poured out of the police station like a floodgate opening, flooding the streets and alleys of the upper district.

At this point, the officers were still unaware of what had happened. They were simply patrolling the streets as usual, except that they were now carrying a rifle or shotgun on their shoulders.

The thieves and robbers roaming the Upper East Side have all fallen silent tonight. With the police station mobilized on such a large scale and the streets filled with heavily armed officers, no one dares to rob or steal at this time, unless they want to give the forensic doctor a hard time.

Three-quarters of an hour ago, strange phenomena occurred in the direction of Montagu Manor. First, flames shot into the sky and thick smoke billowed, then thunderclouds covered the top, a sign of impending doom. Then, a bright light suddenly appeared, illuminating the new city as if it were daytime.

At this point, the officers finally understood why the chief inspector had issued the summons. Whether it was a mobilization or a patrol, everything tonight was because of the strange phenomena occurring at the Montague estate.

Without any orders, heavily armed police officers gathered in the direction of the manor, and a large number of mounted police galloped away on horseback.

When fully armed police officers arrived near the manor in batches, the Bureau of Paranormal Investigations stopped them.

The frequent anomalies at Montague Manor are all caused by the fighting among the transcendents. As ordinary police officers, they are powerless to stop this fight and will only increase unnecessary deaths.

Therefore, the Bureau of Paranormal Investigations stopped the police officers, preventing them from going any further and separating them from the dangerous manor.

Half an hour earlier, Senior Detective Tobias Gibson galloped in, dismounted from his exhausted horse, and took command of all the officers present. Chief Detective Lopez arrived shortly after, personally overseeing the operation.

Uptown Police Chief Detective Leon Lopez issued another order, commanding all officers to block off the streets near Montague Estate, prohibiting anyone from entering or leaving.

Upon receiving the order, the police officers immediately set up checkpoints on various streets, with mounted police officers wielding gleaming sabers moving back and forth to clear the streets and alleys.

"Captain Lance, what exactly happened tonight?"

Tobias Gibson was the first to ask a question, and the person standing in front of him was the same middle-aged captain from before.

"I also want to know what happened tonight," Lance said helplessly. "Montague has gone mad, Lonkinswait has gone mad, they've all gone mad."

In Captain Lance's view, harmony is the key to making money. If the two sides keep fighting, people's brains will be turned into dog brains. How can they make money in that situation?

Furthermore, if Montague and Lonkinswit were to fight to the death, regardless of the final outcome, it would benefit others and give them an opportunity to exploit the situation. This would be a completely unprofitable deal, not worth the effort.

"Detective, leave the Montague Manor matter to us. You just need to seal off the streets and alleys and prevent anyone from breaking in," Captain Lance said. His tone was relatively relaxed at this moment; the struggle amidst the natural disaster had not frightened the captain.

"Of course, I don't want my brothers involved in such dangerous matters." Tobias Gibson had no objection; it concerned the Superhumans, which was within the jurisdiction of the Bureau of Anomalies.

At this point, Tobias Gibson was relatively relaxed. No matter how big the anomalies at Montagu Manor were, the Bureau of Anomalies would be the one to take the blame.

The only thing that Gibson regretted was that Mike Montagu would likely lose his usefulness after tonight.

The pollution outbreak occurred while the two were chatting.

Dark purple flames rose into the sky like a giant dragon, dyeing the night sky a gloomy, somber dark purple.

A dark purple rain then fell on Montague Manor, with purple flames rolling and purple rain pouring down, as if only that ominous dark purple color remained between heaven and earth.

The officers present were terrified, a sense of despair rising from the bottom of their hearts. Fear of the unknown spread among them, and this instinctive fear made them forget to run away, standing there dumbfounded.

Tobias Gibson's breathing quickened instantly, and his round head was drenched in sweat. This was not only due to fear of the pollution outbreak, but also a feeling of lingering dread.

If Captain Lance of the Abnormal Investigation Bureau hadn't intervened, and if the officers from the Upper Town Police Department had continued their investigation, I'm afraid few of them would have survived.

Fortunately, Captain Lance intervened and the police officers were far from the manor, thus avoiding being affected by the pollution outbreak.

Tobias Gibson looked at Lance and saw that Captain Lance had a solemn expression. His clothes were soaked with sweat, and he looked like he had just been pulled out of the water.

"Rear formation, front formation, retreat!"

Tobias Gibson made a decisive decision and ordered a retreat.

The pollution outbreak means that if the Upper East Side Police Station stays, it will only be wiped out.

The best course of action is to evacuate while the pollution outbreak is still small and before it spreads outwards.

If you don't have the skills, don't take on the job. Leave professional matters to professionals. The Bureau of Extraordinary Investigations is right here. There's no way the police station should step in to resolve this crisis.

Tobias Gibson left the grim-faced Captain Lance behind and rushed to Lopez's carriage. The chubby Gibson sat in the driver's seat, driving the carriage while shouting orders for the officers to evacuate.

When there are a hundred people, there are all sorts of people; when there are a thousand people, there are no limits.

The Upper Town Police Department deployed a large number of officers tonight, the largest operation in recent years, with at least several hundred officers around the estate.

As the number of people increases, their personalities, behaviors, and situations become extremely diverse and complex. People also react differently to fear, and the more people there are, the more chaotic the scene becomes.

Despite their fear, some people managed to remain rational and evacuate in an orderly manner under the direction of their superiors.

Some people suffered mental breakdowns under the immense pressure of fear. They ignored their superiors' shouts and curses, thinking only of escaping, and ran around in all directions with their heads in their hands.

These officers who only know how to run away are even more dangerous than the pollution outbreak itself. The pollution outbreak has not yet spread to this area, but the officers running around can infect more people with their collapse and cause collective panic.

If a mass panic occurs, resulting in large-scale chaos and stampedes, that would be a good outcome. Worse would be a camp-wide explosion, where police officers under high pressure would panic and attack each other. The consequences of large-scale infighting would certainly be far more serious than chaos and stampedes.

To prevent the retreating officers from causing a disturbance, the detectives had to draw their pistols to maintain order and sternly drive away the fleeing people.

The officers who were evacuating in an orderly manner also brandished their gun butts and shouted at those who were trying to break through the evacuation line due to mental breakdown.

Fortunately, only a small portion of the officers suffered mental breakdowns, and their panic and breakdowns did not spread to more people, so the evacuation of the Upper East Side Police Station went relatively smoothly.

After the main police force withdrew from several blocks, Chief Inspector Leon Lopez issued another order, requiring officers to deploy in shifts, set up checkpoints, expand the cordon area, and remove all people approaching the cordon.

To be honest, Leon Lopez's orders made many officers resentful. The apocalyptic scene of Montagu was deeply imprinted in the minds of every officer, and they had not yet recovered from their fear.

But when Leon Lopez, dressed in a police uniform, stepped off the carriage and joined the officers in setting up checkpoints, the officers' discontent immediately vanished.

The chief inspector, a man of noble birth, didn't abandon everyone and run away. Instead, he stayed behind to face the danger. What more can be said?

With their initial reservations put aside, the officers busied themselves with enthusiasm, setting up police tape and having fully armed officers return to their posts. The sound of mounted police hooves also subsided.

Just then, reinforcements arrived.

The first to arrive was the Bureau of Anomalies, led by Holden, whom Mr. Stone had mentioned earlier.

Led by Holden, several fully equipped elite squads broke through the blockade and headed in a grand procession toward the distant Montague Manor.

The Bureau of Anomalies Investigation also mobilized on a large scale tonight. Including the combat team led by Mr. Stone, the Bureau has deployed more than ten combat teams, including elite teams led by the Human Disaster Team.

After the Bureau of Anomalies arrived at the scene, the Gloria military also appeared.

They were not the city defense troops with lax discipline, but a field army with strict discipline and extremely strong combat capabilities.

More than half a century ago, during the Confederate Civil War, this field force repelled a combined charge of infantry and cavalry with volley fire and bayonets alone, earning a formidable reputation.

This field unit, dressed in jet-black uniforms and wearing pointed helmets, made a perfectly synchronized sound as their boots pounded the ground. The soldiers, in their neat and orderly formation, immediately took the place of the police officers upon their arrival.

"Colonel."

Leon Lopez found the middle-aged officer leading the team.

"Mr. Lopez, your mission is complete. This area will now be under military control."

The colonel who led the team was extremely arrogant and didn't take Leon Lopez seriously at all, let alone the Uptown Police Department.

"With you all here, I feel relieved." Lopez breathed a sigh of relief. "The safety of the upper town is in your hands."

Leon Lopez didn't mind the colonel's arrogance at all; Lopez wouldn't have come over to block the street if the police hadn't had to step in to maintain order.

"Colonel, may I ask how you plan to handle the unusual situation tonight?" Lopez asked.

The arrogant colonel didn't speak, but instead gestured to Leon Lopez to look for himself.

Leon Lopez followed the colonel's gaze and saw soldiers raising their cold, hard rifles, the dark muzzles all pointing towards the manor.

In addition to the infantry's firearms, the artillerymen also quickly set up positions and erected large-caliber cannons.

Some of the cannons had already been calibrated with firing parameters, covering the entire manor and surrounding streets. Other cannons were even laid flat, with their muzzles pointed directly at the street.

Leon Lopez was horrified; the Gloria military's intentions were already very clear—

Tonight, the military has the right to shoot anyone.