Master of Kaidan
Chapter 333: Something Big is Coming

Chapter 333: Chapter 333: Something Big is Coming

"Humanity’s achievements today rely entirely on the summary of experience, and I find it hard to understand how, in the year 2077, there are still people making unrighteous profits by exploiting feudal superstitions like ghosts and goblins...

"I find it even more unbelievable that we, the ones who have received basic education, could still believe in such scams, believe that cling film can catch ghosts, believe that air fryers can kill ghosts...

"Yes, perhaps some will say, they’re just having fun and don’t really believe it, but what of it? Your fun becomes the tool of some people’s deceit. Do you not realize that you are being used?

"Citizens, be vigilant, capitalism has swelled to a very dangerous point. Everyone can go check, just how many of these so-called ghost injury incidents have there been recently! For the purpose of hype, they have stopped at nothing. Can you guarantee that you won’t be the next one killed..."

George Augustus stood on the open-air stage, conducting a rather uninteresting speech to the gathered crowd and cameras.

In fact, most speeches aren’t interesting, not even the one given by that female mayor who rose to power by selling tea videos. Her talk on improving tea quality wasn’t nearly as captivating as her own tea-selling clips.

The reason there were crowds both on-site and on live streaming platforms was that everyone was waiting for the unexpected to happen.

Yes, the unexpected.

Various carefully planned or coincidental emergencies were the real highlight of the mayoral election broadcasts.

And someone like George Augustus was undoubtedly the focus of those looking for entertainment.

No other reason, just that this man was too outspoken!

There’s a saying that a lie gets halfway around the world before the truth has a chance to put its boots on.

Why could an elder get a bunch of likes in a group chat by posting some marketing number’s fake pop-science, but when you painstakingly tell them it’s a hoax, you get blamed?

Isn’t it because when they share these so-called scientific facts, it gives the impression of "I care about you," whereas debunking them only makes the deceived feel as though you’re calling them an idiot [beep—]?

In the eyes of an audience who considers themselves enlightened, George Augustus plays such a role. Even if his words are sensible, he’s doomed to never be thanked or cheered for. On the contrary, his speech is constantly offending various vested interests.

When a public figure puts himself in the realm of being an enemy to the whole world, isn’t the ensuing drama worth looking forward to?

Especially, in such times.

Sure enough, just as the crowd beneath the stage was growing impatient with the insufferable speech, the man on stage suddenly twisted his body violently.

That bizarre motion was unexpected, but following that, the sound of impact from the loudspeaker system, along with the belated sound of gunfire, finally announced the arrival of the entertainment.

The crowd, which initially appeared listless, immediately activated their defense plugins, dodging potential stray bullets while opening live broadcasts and personal accounts, posting various "I’m on the scene" show-off posts, and sharing the unfolding story here.

What a joke, this is a traffic goldmine!"

Compared to civilian media, the "regular army" of media outlets, who were already prepared, immediately raised their dedicated equipment. Thanks to the stunning performance of George Augustus earlier on, the drones currently trailing him were all high-tech models produced by the Constantin Company, equipped with high-speed cameras capable of capturing every moment of supersonic bullets as they sliced through the air.

At that moment, George Augustus also began his own emergency response. Without hesitation, he kicked over the podium in front of him, revealing a motorbike hidden inside it. But before he could mount it, several bullets, whose origins were unknown but seemingly fired from kilometers away, came flying towards his body.

In the professional live broadcast room, a well-known commentator with an artificial tongue fitted for narration was speaking at a scorching pace. On the screen, George Augustus suddenly twisted the handle of the bike. With the roar of the engine, the bike shot up in the air due to the sudden rotation of the wheels!

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

The twin sharp sounds emitted almost simultaneously were clearly and accurately captured by the professional equipment. At that same moment when the sounds exploded, George Augustus had already mounted the bike and sped off into the distance.

"Chase him!"

The director frantically roared at the drone operators, while the commentator in the studio exclaimed with such passion that one might worry his blood pressure would cause a vein to burst, "Did you see that? Those were SVK-777 model sniper rounds, also known as ’Silver Reaper’. To my knowledge, there is no projectile warning system on the market that can predict the attack of these bullets, yet Mr. George actually used his motorbike to block two shots! Oh my God, he must have taken up a sponsorship from the motorbike manufacturer. What brand is his bike? I suddenly feel like buying one myself!"

"What’s the big deal about the Silver Reaper? I dodge at least twenty of those a day!"

"Idiot! The Silver Reaper in the game has its payload altered, otherwise, it would destroy game balance!"

"Can’t I dodge them in real life?"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, and you can also punch through a fifty-meter-thick steel plate with your bare hands and shatter the Shield of George with one kick..."

...

There were always braggarts in the live chat, but as the drones refocused, the chat paused because everyone’s attention was once again on the mayoral candidate who treated real life like an action film.

"We’ve finally caught up. It looks like our cameramen won’t be getting fired today, but we can’t blame them. After all, the area Mr. Augustus has plunged into is a deep-water zone riddled with cables. In last year’s box-office champion, ’Speed and Conquest 23’, the protagonist shook off the harvester armed drones by weaving through this area..."

"Oh, cameraman, give us a wide shot! Oh, there it is—look, these people here must be the attackers. They’re wearing War Bishop Exoskeletons made by the Red Standard Group, one of the few products in recent years to compete with Constantin Company for military contracts. Oddly enough, there are no markings on them. For viewers familiar with mayoral elections, they have probably realized what’s happening. Yes, our Mr. Augustus is really in trouble this time!"

...

Feng Xue glanced at the official live broadcast, and couldn’t help but raise her eyebrows slightly when she heard the commentator’s remarks.

The implication of his words wasn’t hard to guess. After all, assassinating a mayor in this city didn’t carry a heavier penalty than riding a motorbike without a helmet. The previous assassination attempts, with open gunfire in the streets, hadn’t bothered to hide identities.

In other words, since they were hiding their identities this time, it meant that they had forsaken the advertising benefits an assassination could bring. And this implied that the benefits of advertising could no longer offset the cost of breaking the law.

In other words, something big was coming!