In fact, it was the chief of the Shengma City Public Security Bureau who was the most anxious.
At the age of fifty, the police chief, who used to be full of spring breeze every day, was so anxious that he couldn't sleep recently, and his hair was falling out.
In just three days, the original security bureau with 800 people was reduced by one-eighth, and all of them were the backbone security guards on the front line.
The rest of the people had a hard time. They worked overtime and all night to investigate, but they didn't know where so many terrorists appeared, turning Shengma City upside down.
The director had already reported to the governor, and even applied to the federal government for intervention support. If this continued, he was afraid that he would resign.
The three of Xia Ruize, who knew it, did not join the discussion with the surrounding diners, and silently bowed their heads and continued to eat.
"If we're caught, let's be honest. It's better to fail the mission than to lose our life."
Xia Ruize was inspired and pushed it according to common sense. They would not be shot immediately if they were caught, so it was better not to resist if they were surrounded, and it was better to be locked up than to be shot to death.
"Try it first."
Cheng Huaiqian was eager to try. They had never fought against modern armed forces, and they always felt that the difficulty was not high. It would be too unwilling to surrender without trying.
Gao Hexuan's face flushed, the child was excited.
He still remembered the scene when the three teamed up to fight against wild animals before. The two big men stood in front, and he could attack at will with peace of mind. It was a rare fighting experience.
He had to keep up with the pace of the big guys, fight when he needed to fight, stay in peace when he didn't need to, in short, he would be the darkest light bulb brother.
After being stuck in time to end the discussion, the three of them went back to the community center to check in, and then continued to discuss until late at night.
Gao Hexuan was so excited that it was difficult to fall asleep, until his roommate opened the window and left again, and he was the only one who finally fell asleep.
When he woke up, the fourth day of the mission world started, and everything was as usual.
The ground was full of cigarette butts, and the air was filled with smoke. The small office could no longer carry more smoke, and they crowded into the corridor from the crack of the door.
The chief of the Shengma City Public Security Bureau had not been able to sleep well for two consecutive days. The pressure from all directions made his temper like a dynamite keg, and any little spark could detonate him.
The door of the office was suddenly knocked with a "dong dong dong", and Sheriff Anderson, a capable man under his command, walked into the chief's office with a serious and solemn expression on his face.
The chief wanted to tell him to stop talking. Of course, this was impossible. He could only grab his head and hear another bad news from the competent person that made his head explode.
"Chief, we have received a call for help from Shengma Middle School…"
Shengma Middle School was the best and largest middle school in Shengma City. The school had a long history. There were more than 4,000 teachers and students in the middle and high school departments of the school. Every morning at 8:30 students would come from all over the city to converge on the spacious and beautiful campus of Shengma Middle School
Recently, there had been a number of bad social cases in Shengma City. The teachers in the office talked a lot and discussed to remind the students to pay more attention to safety recently.
The clock on the wall reached nine o'clock. Mr. Owen, who was working in front of the computer, noticed that a reminder of a new email had popped up in the lower right corner. He opened it and glanced at the contents of the email. With a wave, he knocked over the water glass on the table.
"Ah!"
Teacher Owen exclaimed, the water had dripped down the edge of the table and onto his pants. He quickly stood up and stepped back from the edge of the table, which attracted the attention of the surrounding teachers.
"Mr. Owen, are you okay?"
A teacher who was chatting next to him hurried over to help clean up the mess.
Mr. Owen's expression was a little indignant. He took five or six pieces of paper from the box and wiped his desktop, and said in a displeased tone:
"I received a threatening email from a scammer. It's really annoying. I don't know when my email information was leaked. Those businesses are too unreliable!"
In the corner, a young female teacher who was also sitting at the computer desk suddenly raised her pale face, stared at Teacher Owen, and asked in a trembling voice, "Mr. Owen, what email did you receive?"
"Hey, what bombs and what death reminders, those damn naughty people, they can always make big messes at their age."
Mr. Owen was busy cleaning up the water around the computer with a tissue, focusing on worrying that the computer would not be damaged, and answered the female teacher's question casually.
"My God! I got it too!"
Unlike Teacher Owen, the female teacher in the corner immediately exclaimed loudly after she got the answer, which attracted several teachers who gathered to chat to check on her computer.
They saw a clear and concise email displayed in the center of the computer screen, but the content was appalling:
[Dear teachers and students of Shengma Middle School:
Excuse our presumption, but I think you'll love the gifts we've prepared.
We will detonate a bomb buried in Shengma Middle School at ten o'clock this morning, hoping to send the school to the sky smoothly.
We hereby sincerely invite you to watch the ceremony together.]
Seeing such an inexplicable threatening letter with the inscription "Enthusiastic Shengma City Citizen", several teachers only felt chills on their backs, looked at each other a few times, and forced a smile to appease the obviously frightened female teacher:
"Honey, this may be a prank by some naughty unlucky bastard. They always try their best to attract the attention of adults, please don't take it to heart…"
Unfortunately, this sentence of comfort was interrupted by screams from other offices. Soon, the teachers of Shengma Middle School learned a shocking news. At 9:00 in the morning, all the teachers' mailboxes received threatening letters with the same content.
If only one teacher received it, it could be said to be a special case, but now all teachers had received it, and they were threatened that a bomb would blow up the campus in an hour. The emotions of fear are contagious, and the teachers who knew it were getting more and more panicked, and hurried to find the principal to asked what to do.
The principal looked at the threatening letter on his computer and decisively ordered a report to the Public Security Bureau.
Whether the letter was a hoax or a real thing, The Public Security Bureau needed to be involved in the investigation.
After receiving the report from his subordinates, the poor Chief's head who had been up all night for two nights had another tuft of bald hair on his head. He subconsciously wanted to scold this damn prank, and then he remembered the two thieves who had attacked very strangely the day before. In the end, he just opened his mouth weakly.
The chief waved his hand feebly and signaled to his capable officer, Sheriff Anderson, to lead some security officers to Shengma Middle School for safety investigation.
This arrangement was really embarrassing. The Public Security Bureau had been severely reduced recently, and the staff was tense. Sheriff Anderson finally only selected seven security officers to go to Shengma Middle School with him.
In view of the recent tense atmosphere, the security officers on the mission were all fully armed to the teeth. Although the movement would be limited to a certain extent, and the equipment would be sultry, the Public Security Bureau had suffered enough from the lack of preparation recently. It was about life, and no one complained.
At this time, the news of the threatening letter had already spread among all the teachers of Shengma Middle School. They were worried that something would happen to the students when they panicked. The news was hidden from the students, but the smart students already felt the abnormal atmosphere in the campus. It should be class time, but the teacher only let them read the book by themselves and disappeared.
The principal was waiting at the school gate in person. Sheriff Anderson brought his subordinates to come quickly. After personally reading the threatening letter in the school teacher's mailbox, Anderson frowned and suggested to the anxious principal:
"Whether it is true or false, we must treat it with caution. Please evacuate the students now. We will conduct a detailed investigation on the campus and do our best to protect the safety of the students."
The principal knew that he wanted to evacuate the students just to be on the safe side, but the follow-up explanation work did not know how difficult it was. After gritting his teeth, the principal gave an order, and all the teachers took action to organize the students to take their personal belongings and leave the classroom and campus and go to the city gardens not far from campus.
"I saw the sheriff just now! Did something happen to the school?"
"The teachers are so strange. I also saw Teacher Lily hiding secretly and crying."
"The uncle next door said that the law and order has been a little chaotic recently, but what does this have to do with us?"
…
Inexplicably, the students were asked to pack up their belongings and leave the school. They gathered in the garden, looking at the direction of the school and talking.
The principal and several school leaders stood at the school gate, nervously waiting for the results of the investigation by the security guards.
However, the eight security guards were scattered on the school´s campus, and they could not find useful information quickly.
As time passed by, the cold sweat on the principal's face became more and more. At 9:50, the principal saw Sheriff Anderson and his security guards withdrawing from the school, and quickly went up and carefully asked:
"Mr. Anderson, is that threatening letter real? Are there really… bombs in our school?"
After more than 20 minutes of search, Sheriff Anderson and his subordinates were unable to find the so-called bomb, but his brows were still furrowed, and he did not dare to be careless. Out of caution, he still advised the principal:
"Anyway, let's avoid ten o'clock first."
After finishing speaking, Anderson instructed his subordinates to pull up the seal outside the gate of the campus to prevent pedestrians from approaching.
Then a group of people waited across the road.
Taking advantage of the waiting time, Anderson and his subordinates discussed how to catch the thief who escaped. In fact, he didn't care much about the threatening letters the teachers received.
Middle school-aged children are energetic and deviant, and it was normal to play tricks on their teachers.
But Sheriff Anderson never expected that when the time arrived at 10:00 a.m., a loud noise of "Boom" and "Boom" sounded in his ears. The campus of Shengma Middle School on the opposite side collapsed, and the tall teaching buildings were scattered in rubble.
The expressions on the faces of the eight security guards, the school's leading teacher, passers-by, and students in the park in the distance were all frozen in horror.
God, who could tell them what the hell is going on?
Are terrorists about to capture Shengma City?
The people at the scene were so frightened by this amazing change that they stood there, staring blankly at the familiar and unfamiliar ruins, the pervasive reporters were the first to react.
In fact, when Sheriff Anderson left the police station, some reporters secretly targeted him, waiting for an opportunity to get first-hand information.
Originally, some reporters stayed at Shengma Middle School to wait, and some reporters thought that they had no news and left disappointed. Now those reporters who insisted on staying were glad that they caught a very exciting news.
Immediately, five or six microphones were placed in front of Anderson, and reporters scrambled to ask:
"Excuse me, Sheriff Anderson, who bombed Shengma Middle School?"
"Is the student evacuated early because Sheriff Anderson received the news ahead of time?"
"Are there any student casualties? Can the safety of all students be guaranteed?"
…
Anderson frowned, staring at the ruins ahead. He wanted to push the annoying reporters away, but he couldn't be impulsive, otherwise the news of "the sheriff's violent intimidation of reporters" would be shown to the public tomorrow morning.
Anderson could only drag one subordinate to deal with the reporter. With the cooperation of other subordinates, he avoided the reporter and walked to the ruins. While checking the scene, he quickly reported the situation.
Shengma Middle School was actually bombed. The severity of the incident had skyrocketed, and it was no longer something that only eight of them could handle.
The other security guards worked hard to evacuate the surrounding crowd, to appease the terrified crowd, to deal with difficult reporters, and from time to time they would turn their heads to look at the ruins.
A large number of support personnel arrived at the scene quickly, and blasting experts carried out trace detection on the ruins, wanting to restore the installation location and power of the bomb. The security guard began to investigate the recent situation of the school, trying to find the culprit behind it.
When he learned that Shengma Middle School had been bombed, the chief of the security bureau thought of the two thieves who were still on the run, and of several cases that were suppressed and kept secret, and he felt a handful of hair falling out.
"Hey, let them be careful, my heart can´t bear more bad news."
Although the building of Shengma Middle School collapsed, fortunately no casualties was the best news. The chief asked the security guards at the scene to be more careful and not to indemnify themselves.
The news was reported layer by layer, and the state government quickly learned of the matter. After urgent discussions, the state government decided to temporarily suppress the news and not disclose it to the public, so as not to cause widespread panic.
The bombing was different from the previous robbery, theft, etc. The robbery and theft were only aimed at sporadic people, but the explosion was aimed at a large number of people, and the target of this explosion was young students. Once the news broke, it would cause panic and the consequences were unpredictable.
They could only try their best to suppress the news first, and then consider whether to disclose it after the investigation results.
Therefore, the teachers, reporters, security guards, etc. who were at the scene were appeased one by one, and they were asked not to discuss any information related to the explosion for the time being until the public security bureau found clues and caught the culprit behind it.
Although some people were puzzled, and the reporters felt pity for the hot news they caught, but the state government forced them to shut up, everyone still dared not go against it, and obediently stopped talking about the relevant situation.
After a busy noon, Sheriff Anderson, who was sticking to the front line, didn't even have time to eat a piece of bread. After noon, he couldn't find a time to eat.