Pei Xianjue was shocked. "What did you say? What notes?"
"Just... notes of all kinds of colors—red, purple, blue," Huangfu Miaomiao said in surprise. "It must be some Card's area-of-effect skill. It's so flashy."
Baozi stared solemnly through the rain curtain ahead. "I didn't see any notes, but I saw an immense hatred ahead. Looks like our guess was right. A Xenomorph really is behind this—the refugees have been controlled! Our Soldiers' emotions have been affected too!"
"So the other side holds a Card that can manipulate emotions?" Pei Xianjue frowned. "That should be a mental-type ability."
Baozi nodded. "We need to bring in more volunteers with mental-type Cards. My ability alone can't calm this many people."
Pei Xianjue immediately called various departments to ask for personnel.
Mental-type Cards were already uncommon, and volunteers who possessed such Cards were even scarcer. There were only a handful of suitable candidates in the entire Quarantine Zone.
If the weather had been suitable, using Drones to release anesthetic spray would have been an option, but this torrential rain had come at the worst possible time.
Pei Xianjue anxiously made calls from inside the car, contacting people everywhere.
Huangfu Miaomiao offered a suggestion. "Since they're using music to control emotions, couldn't we use music to interfere with it too? How about finding some speakers and playing music at those refugees? Loudspeakers should work too."
Pei Xianjue froze. "...Would that work?"
What kind of wild, improvised tactic was that?
Huangfu Miaomiao looked innocently back at her. "Wouldn't it? I thought that if they're controlling people with music, all we have to do is make a louder sound to drown it out."
After thinking it over, Baozi said to Pei Xianjue, "Let's try it. I think it'll work."
Pei Xianjue turned to the subordinate on the