Amid the media coverage, the flames at East City Bank burned for a full half hour...
Half an hour later, the late-arriving fire brigade finally arrived and extinguished the blaze.
Under the high-resolution lenses of countless cameras, the magnified footage showed that the entire bank had been completely charred and was on the verge of collapse. As the temperature suddenly dropped, it let out waves of mournful groans.
Under the spray of the water cannons, filthy water flowed everywhere, surging down the steps and staining most of the plaza a heartbreaking black.
Before the cameras, a remaining wall suddenly collapsed with a thunderous crash that sent chills through everyone's body.
The East City landmark that had stood over the plaza mere hours ago had now become such a tragic sight. Who knew how many people felt sorrow well up within them as they watched the images on their screens.
Elsewhere, with the ley line supply cut off, the two Kunwu Locks finally overloaded and self-destructed completely, shattering the final barrier...
But by the time the Security Bureau members, standing ready in formation, charged into the vault, it was already too late to save anything.
Every official at the scene looked grim and livid. Ambulances that had raced over stood queued beyond the cordon, but they were of no use at all.
Amid the chaos, bad news arrived one after another.
Just as all the reporters and viewers had begun observing a moment of silence for the victims, an on-site reporter froze after receiving a message. He actually stood blankly before the camera for over ten seconds, stammering and unable to speak—practically a live broadcast accident!
Before the studio host could find an excuse to switch cameras, an excited cry, nearly cracking with emotion, rang out. "A miracle! It's simply a