On the rooftop.
Everyone fell silent for a moment.
Among them, the reactions of ordinary people such as Fan Hong and Nie Xingping were the most obvious.
Although they had long known that martial artists were different from ordinary people, what they had just witnessed still challenged the limits of their understanding.
This can no longer be simply described as "different".
High-level martial artists, especially those who have awakened their abilities and whose abilities are at an extremely high level...
They're practically like gods walking among humans!
An officer's Adam's apple bobbed, and he subconsciously raised his hand to wipe away non-existent cold sweat from his forehead.
"Is this... is this the strength of a high-level martial artist?"
His voice trembled slightly.
Although the others didn't speak, they shared similar thoughts.
High-level martial artists and ordinary people are practically two different beings!
6th Tier, S-Class... Shen Heng silently gazed at the suddenly expansive city before him.
This was the first time he had ever witnessed the nation's top combat force going all out.
It was indeed impressive in terms of scale, but the main reason for the impact was likely due to the low-temperature cloud formations and limitations in the system's capabilities.
As for abilities...
Shen Heng's gaze lingered for a moment on the notebook in Lu Zhaoming's hand.
That seemingly ordinary black notebook now exuded a chilling aura in his eyes.
He recalled the image of the other person writing in the notebook and then tearing it out.
Although the specific details are unknown, a general idea of how the ability will be used should have already emerged.
Should we write down what we want to achieve and then have it displayed directly?
In other words, if the other party wants the enemy to die, they can simply write down the result?
No, it might work for those one or two levels lower, but definitely not for those of the same or higher level.
The strength of S-Class ability shouldn't reach that level.
However, even so.
The fact that it can influence reality is enough to place this ability in the S-Class.
Just then, a very low exhalation sound rang in Shen Heng's ear.
He glanced sideways at Lu Zhaoming, who was still standing ramrod straight, before quickly averting his gaze.
Is it even a stretch to influence a city, even at 6th Tier or S-Class?
This seems normal, or even a bit too strong.
After all, even Third Tier fighter would have to fight for a while to destroy a street.
The difference between Sixth Tier and Third Tier is only Third Tier, and being able to cope with a disaster within a city's area is already quite strong.
"What are the casualties in Linhai?" Lu Zhaoming suddenly asked, interrupting Shen Heng's thoughts.
Shen Heng took a deep breath, his voice regaining its usual composure.
"Specific figures will only be clear after further investigation, but based on previously collected indirect data, the death toll is roughly between 1200 and 1500."
Lu Zhaoming nodded slightly, his face still showing no emotion.
He turned to the edge of the rooftop, looking at the unfamiliar and silent city.
You're responsible for handling the rest yourselves.
"The sealed cryogenic material has been contained in Mine Pit No. 7 and will not change within three days."
"In addition, headquarters has dispatched a medical team and a relevant environmental treatment and structural assessment team, which will arrive in three hours."
"Okay, I understand!" Shen Heng nodded slightly.
Just then, Lu Zhaoming's phone suddenly rang.
He glanced at the caller ID, then calmly answered the call.
After a moment, he only said three words, "Understood."
After hanging up the phone, Lu Zhaoming's gaze swept over everyone present, finally settling on Shen Heng.
" The Linhai incident has been classified as a ' 5th Tier S-Class Calamity Beast Incident.' Headquarters requires you to submit a complete report by 10:00 AM tomorrow."
Shen Heng nodded in agreement, but then saw Lu Zhaoming turn and walk toward the edge of the rooftop.
He picked up his pen and wrote in the notebook, then tore it out.
In the blink of an eye, his figure vanished from the rooftop as if cut by shears.
"He... went back to Shenzhen?" Fan Hong asked, somewhat unsure.
Shen Heng looked up at the sky, where a booming sound came from very high up.
"No, they flew back."
"Fly... an airplane?"
"Yes, an airplane."
So, the other party just flew up in a plane and then appeared directly below?... Fan Hong stared at the sky in astonishment, then said with a hint of realization:
"Oh, I see. I thought he came directly from Shenzhen, and I was even thinking that he..."
Fan Hong seemed to suddenly realize something and stopped.
An eerie silence fell over the rooftop.
Shen Heng gazed silently at the sky for a long time, then let out a soft breath.
" Linhai is over a thousand kilometers from Shenzhen. If he were to come directly here, he probably wouldn't be able to handle this incident in a short time..."
The rest was left unsaid, but everyone understood.
If that were to happen, the remaining people in Linhai would probably suffocate to death in the underground facilities.
Shen Heng gazed silently at the sky.
Everything seemed to have become a closed loop.
Under the existing conditions, unless one possesses precognitive abilities, they cannot predict the actions of the Sharp-Horned Rat.
Otherwise, given the current situation, it seems to be the best-case scenario with the fewest casualties possible...
only...
Shen Heng let out a soft breath and turned his attention back to the present.
" Fan Hong, go and arrange the rest."
"First, there's the issue of ordinary people—those who have already left Linhai, and those who haven't left and are hiding in underground facilities..."
"Secondly, there's the matter of the medical team and the related environmental handling group I just mentioned..."
"Finally, there's the matter of those sealed-up materials..."
After a while, Fan Hong left with the rest of the group.
Silence returned to the rooftop.
The sunlight fell on the two of them, but it seemed unable to dispel the bone-chilling cold.
"We..." Le Gu Nan looked at Shen Heng softly and asked in a low voice, "What should we do next?"
Shen Heng paused for a moment, gazing at the last wisp of chilly mist dissipating in the distance, his voice low and firm.
"Call Han Ling and the others, come over here..."
Behind the two, the announcement rang out again over the Linhai...
About twenty minutes later.
Several figures arrived at the ruins of the cold chain center.
The original buildings and storage tanks have disappeared, leaving only the ruins that were leveled by the shockwave.
The air still retained a pungent smell of ammonia, a burnt smell, and a cold, metallic odor.
The ground was covered with a thick layer of grayish-white dust, interspersed with partially melted ice crystals and Distortion metal fragments.
Shen Heng turned his head, his gaze slowly sweeping over the crowd.
Han Ling stood there blankly, her eyes empty. The others also had heavy expressions, and silence pressed down on them like a physical weight.
He sighed softly and said:
"Let's split up and search. You guys look for the easier-to-find areas. As for the other piles of rubble, I'll use sound waves to find them little by little."
No one spoke, but nodded silently, and then each chose a direction to walk away.