The locations where screams came from weren't just one place; there were at least five.
The perpetrators from the Heil-Ly Family chose to strike ten minutes before the landing ceremony began.
Aside from Morena in the sunshade area, the remaining eleven perpetrators were distributed in various positions within the queues.
The positions they chose had one common point: they were far from the sunshade area.
Because most of the military and underworld forces were stationed there. If the 'initial massacre point' was chosen nearby, they'd only become the first targets to be attacked.
The perpetrators struck without warning, instantly causing the previously neatly arranged queues to become completely chaotic like waves.
Those relatively close to the perpetrators saw people falling like harvested wheat, immediately terrified, frantically retreating, wanting to distance themselves from danger.
Those farther away didn't know what happened, only hearing waves of shrill, extremely fearful screams, then the crowd surged over.
For a moment, the scene was chaotic. Trampling incidents occurred within seconds. Within moments after the uproar started, many were swept under the surging crowd's feet.
It was like being swallowed by a giant beast's maw. Once knocked down, one would be engulfed by countless feet, losing life breath in a short time.
No matter how strong a person, as long as they were within the ordinary human range, once swept underfoot, death wasn't far.
Chaos, utter chaos.
The soldiers responsible for maintaining order were powerless before such a massive human flow. From their perspective, they didn't know what happened.
Those who could learn the situation immediately were the two helicopters circling in the air.
From their top-down view, nine gaps were gouged out in the dark sea of queues!
Nine individuals total, slaughtering surrounding people with terrifying power.
Because the crowd was too dense, those people killed several people almost within a second.
"T-terrorists?"
Sweat beaded on the faces of observers in the helicopters… they quickly reported this to the ground.
Sunshade area. The security chief was a crew-cut man in military uniform, with severe burn scars on his left eye.
He picked up the walkie-talkie, listening to the report from the helicopter.
This report was for the same channel, so soldiers distributed across various areas received the report, thus learning what happened in the crowd.
'Nine people?'
The crew-cut man frowned slightly.
Just nine people would be easily dealt with.
The problem was, they struck suddenly within a queue of over a hundred thousand people.
In this situation, the fewer the opponents, the more troublesome.
With this in mind, the crew-cut man glanced at people in the sunshade area.
Although many underworld personnel were stationed here, their duty was protecting the upper-class crowd in the sunshade area. So even if personnel here were sufficient, they couldn't leave their posts.
Silently hanging the walkie-talkie on his belt, the crew-cut man, facing the inquiring looks from surrounding subordinates, calmly replied, "Mission content remains unchanged. Do what you're supposed to do."
Hearing this, surrounding soldiers silently retracted their gazes, ignoring the huge commotion from the queues, instead raising vigilance to observe surroundings.
In the sunshade area, the Kakin Expeditionary Force and thousand combat personnel were present, including Beyond's team and the four major syndicate leaders.
Compared to the uproar in the queues, the sunshade area was calm.
Everyone in the seats watched the massive queues with continuous screams, each with different expressions.
Confusion, fear, excitement, worry… but more were calm as if seeing nothing, or rather, indifferent.
It was an indifference of detachment, also a confidence that they'd remain safe.
Right, security here was strong. So knowing the troublemakers were merely nine people, most people here knew they were safe.
As for the over a hundred thousand people in danger, what did that have to do with them?
Even if all died, it wouldn't affect them slightly, because 'human labor' was the cheapest thing in their eyes.
What if thousands or tens of thousands died? Subsequently, endless 'human labor' would fill in.
To say the Six Continents currently lacked various resources human society needed, but what they didn't lack was… people.
At the Nostrade Family's location, Neon stood up, stretching her neck towards the chaotic area, seemingly wanting to see clearly what happened, curiosity barely concealed on her small face.
"Sit down."
A trace of gloom crossed Light's brows… he sternly told Neon to behave.
"Oh."
Neon pouted, obediently sitting down.
Watching Neon sit, Light shifted his gaze to the surging crowd in front of the stage.
'According to the prophecy, this place is absolutely safe. But…'
A faint unease flashed in Light's eyes.
Not far away in seats, the leader of the Xi-Yu Family, one of the four major syndicates, looked at the chaos in the queues with a pitying gaze.
His name was Onior, corpulent, with two horizontal knife scars on his forehead.
"These laborers are all precious 'losers'. To let us 'possessors' enjoy better resources and status, Kakin's military, you mustn't slack!"
"Quickly execute the troublemakers!"
Onior solemnly muttered, his face showing great concern for the lives of those in the queues.
As he said, without these lower-class people, how could they sit here?
Elsewhere in seats, the leader of the Cha-R Family, another major syndicate, rested his cheek on his hand, tilting his head slightly, watching the chaotic crowd, coldly saying, "Troublemakers are everywhere, must they cause trouble at this time?"
"Do they really think that act of risking lives for ideals is noble?"
"Incredibly foolish. Once people die, they have nothing."
In the Cha-R Family's leader's eyes, those causing chaos were already dead.
Here, all four major syndicates were present, of course including the Heil-Ly Family's Morena.
As the Heil-Ly Family's leader, she naturally sat here, while the remaining 'infected' would massacre freely below.
So many ordinary people should be enough to produce several max-level infected.
'Give it your all, all of you…'
Morena's slightly narrowed eyes held bottomless darkness.
Beyond's team's location.
A long-haired man with pointed ears looked towards Beyond, yawning from boredom, and asked, "Do we need to intervene?"
Saying this, the long-haired man glanced at the over-three-meter-tall robot behind him.
"Why intervene?"
Beyond's retort left the long-haired man speechless.
"Somehow… I feel this farce might stage quite an interesting scene," Pariston suddenly said.
As the team's second-in-command, Pariston's presence was sufficient, so when he spoke, team members couldn't help but look at him.
"Will it?"
The machine-girl in a sailor uniform, Marione asked curiously.
"Maybe, maybe not."
Pariston narrowed his eyes.
…
Within the queues, the number of slaughterers increased from nine to twelve, though the perpetrators lurking in the queues should be eleven.
Law, Ging, and Sheila stood still, the surging crowd unable to budge them.
"Seems they jumped out on their own," Law said calmly.
Kuro's eyes appeared on the back of Law's hand, gravely saying, "In this situation, I really don't want you to act."
Sheila, protected by Law and Ging, hearing Kuro's words, was moved. "Kuro, you really think of Law."
"Huh?" Kuro was momentarily confused, 'I wasn't thinking of Law but thinking of myself, right?'
"Sheila, you overestimate this guy too much."
Law said irritably.
Of course, he knew why Kuro didn't want him to act now.