Global Livestream 46

Things outside were already in chaos, and things were no better at the survivor bases that had been established over the past couple of days.

A spacious room was crammed with over a hundred people of all ages and conditions: elderly people, children, pregnant women, doctors, and injured people covered in wounds. The doors were shut tight, with iron beds, tables, and chairs piled against them. They stared at the doors in fear and tension, while children covered their mouths and whimpered softly.

Some frantically called for help, some filmed videos on their phones, and others started livestreams, threatening, "Those of you outside, get lost! Otherwise, we'll post videos of your crimes all over the internet!"

"Waaah, Dad, come back quickly! The people outside have gone crazy. They've killed so many people!"

"We're all human! Don't fall for those aliens' tricks. Those beasts just want to see us kill each other!"

"My dad and the others will be back soon. He won't let you get away with this!"

"Why are you doing this? We're compatriots, comrades-in-arms—"

"Bang, bang, bang!" The doors shook from the pounding. Then came a jumble of threats. "Listen up in there! Open the door if you know what's good for you, or you'll be sorry!"

"Why waste your breath? Just break in! What can a bunch of useless people do?"

"Big bro, those kids are still so young. How about we let them go..."

"Either they die or you do. You choose!"

"I'm sorry. I don't want to die."

"..."

A few loud clangs rang out as several holes were smashed into the iron doors. A crowd of people carrying all kinds of weapons rushed in. Their faces were covered with scraps of cloth and plastic bags, and some had bandages wrapped around their bodies, now