Screams, a mix of fear and relief at surviving a catastrophe, erupted in the crowd like a startled flock of birds.
Those who had just experienced the "teleportation" were still shaken, but more than that, they were bewildered.
The police officers were completely dumbfounded, especially the few who had been knocked over by the Fat Man like bowling pins.
They struggled on the ground in disarray, helmets askew, equipment scattered, while trying to push off the mountain of flesh on top of them, all while gritting their teeth and roaring in pain, "Who the hell threw that cannonball?!"
"My back! My back is broken! Get him off me!"
The Fat Man indicated that he was also innocent.
The On-site commander, an old police chief with graying temples, clutched his walkie-talkie, his mouth agape wide enough to fit an egg, as if trying to inhale enough oxygen to comprehend the cognition-defying scene before him.
Like everyone else, he saw the countless, ghostly purplish afterimages, not yet dissipated, spread throughout the bank, inside and out.
At the same time, inside the Control Bureau's conference room, a meeting was underway, accessible only to employees with A-level clearance and above.
Cool-toned lighting illuminated the huge oval conference table.
The air was filled with the scents of disinfectant, high-grade coffee beans, and a subtle hint of jasmine.
Over a dozen men and women sat on either side, dressed in various styles, but undoubtedly, they were the mainstays of the entire Control Bureau.
"What?!" A woman's astonished roar suddenly came from beside her, drawing Lynette's gaze.
It was a woman with long, curly dark brown hair, appearing to be in her thirties, with a beautiful face that was somewhat distorted by anger.
At this moment, she was vigorously rubbing her throbbing temple with one hand, while the other clutched her phone so tightly it seemed she might crush it.
"...Are you saying there's been a large-scale anomaly leak at First Bank in the city center?!" Her voice was very low, showing she was trying hard to suppress her rage.
"There are over two hundred witnesses on site?! And a bunch of idle, life-is-too-long idiots are frantically live-streaming and sharing videos of those 'amazing supernatural phenomena' on social media?!"
She took a sharp breath, seemingly struggling to resist the urge to smash her phone against the opposite wall.
"Let me guess, it's C-735, that foolish girl, again, isn't it?"
After receiving an affirmative reply from the other end of the phone, the woman began to yell into the phone, "Damn it, quickly seal off the scene, delete the topics on social media, execute immediately!"
After doing all this, the dark-haired woman leaned heavily back in her chair, closed her eyes, and exhaled a long, heavy sigh from deep within her chest, filled with immense fatigue and unvented rage. A strand of brown hair on her temple was stuck to her skin with cold sweat, completely exhausted.
Lynette couldn't help but cast a sympathetic glance.
She remembered that Elena Costa, currently before her, was an employee stationed at the Control Bureau's Australia branch.
That place was constantly active with a large number of biological anomalies; man-eating spiders taller than double-decker buses, or vines that could parasitize human nerves were not uncommon. Not to mention, in the past two years, Anomaly C-735 had also appeared.
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