Chapter 532

“Fake.”

After closing her eyes for a moment to analyze the data, Apheta 00 opened them and confidently stated, “Though there was some distortion through the speaker, this sound was produced by a voice simulator. It’s a composite sound played by Mechanical Intelligence, not Phelia’s own voice. Looks like the missing Arthif 128 is indeed in their hands.”

“Whether these words were spoken by Phelia or not doesn’t matter now.”

Andre, recovering from his shock, shook his head and frowned, saying, “The biggest problem now is how many people heard what he said, and how many will be convinced by him.”

“The situation isn’t looking good…”

After doing some quick calculations, Apheta 00 sighed helplessly, “The morning news broadcast spread through all public speakers across the kingdom. Anyone awake would have definitely heard it. Excluding shift workers and others on night duty, about 75% of the populace were listening.”

“75%, huh?”

Prince Andre pondered for a moment after hearing this, then spoke, “Send someone immediately to repair the signal station. No need to fix everything, just focus on two or three key points to ensure the signal can get out. Then don’t cut the broadcast; let them keep talking.”

“Why?”

Apheta 00 blinked in surprise, confused, “They’re already repairing the signal station, but why not cut the signal? What they’re saying now could be fatal to you. If you let them continue…”

“If you forcibly cut the signal and silence them abruptly, that would truly be fatal for me.”

Prince Andre coldly remarked, “Most people are still skeptical about what they’re saying. But if you really cut off the signal and force them to shut up, I won’t be able to explain clearly anymore. Only by letting them keep talking and then getting my side in can we…”

“Bump!”

Just then, a gunshot suddenly sounded through the speaker. Following that, “Phelia,” who had been accusing Prince Andre of his reckless actions, let out a scream of pain, apparently knocking something over. The microphone immediately transmitted loud noises and Leon’s anxious inquiries.

“Princess Phelia! Are you alright?”

Then, a tense voice from far away in the “broadcast room” came through the speaker.

“Quick, shoot them and make them shut up! They can’t keep talking!”

Crap!

Hearing the chaotic footsteps and the pained groans of the injured “Phelia,” Prince Andre couldn’t help but close his eyes and sighed deeply, realizing that the other side had likely thought ahead of him again. And if his guess was correct, the gunshot wound to “Phelia” was probably just the beginning; more deadly “scripts” were likely waiting for him.

“I… I’m fine…”

Sure enough, after groaning in pain a few times, the presumably wounded “Phelia” somehow returned to the microphone, speaking in a muffled but still clear tone:

“Let me… let me finish…”

“No! You need medical treatment right away!”

Leon urgently tried to dissuade her through the speaker: “Damn it, your lung has been pierced! There’s so much blood! Stop talking, I need to take you away immediately!”

“No! Let me… let me continue!”

Amid increasingly frequent gunfire, the “Phelia” with the punctured lung coughed up blood and, as if experiencing a last burst of energy, tearfully shouted,

“For this opportunity, so many of us have died. I cannot… cannot let them die in vain!

Citizens of the Crocodile Kingdom! Be cautious! Do not… do not let our nation fall to Andre’s ambitions! You… protect yourselves… absolutely do not let him… control… he will…”

From afar, the other “rebels” blocking the soldiers seemed unable to hold them back any longer. The sound of the door being kicked open echoed through the speaker, followed by the sharp voice that had ordered the shooting, shouting again: “Fire! Hurry up and fire! Cut the line! Report to His Highness! Damn it! Shoot quickly!”

“Stop!”

Leon roared angrily through the speaker: “She’s Princess Phelia! The Sixth Princess! What are you doing…”

“Shut up! There’s no such thing as the Sixth Princess! Fire! I order you to shoot! Kill her!!!”

“Damn bastards! You… you’ve been controlled?!”

“Citizens of the Crocodile Kingdom! Please… please protect yourselves… stay away from Andre, he will…”

“Fire! Fire! Damn it! Give me the gun!”

“Bump bump bump bump!”

“Zzzt…”

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“…”

This time, we’re really screwed…

Looking at the now silent speaker, Prince Andre sighed after hearing the entire “morning mini-drama.” He turned to the stunned Apheta 00 beside him and said, “Go fix the signal station quickly, and have someone announce for me that next…”

“Zzzt…”

The quiet speaker suddenly made a noise again. The voice that had ordered the soldiers to fire earlier declared arrogantly, “Fellow citizens of the Crocodile Kingdom! I am one of Prince Andre’s personal guards. Just now, a group of rebels attempting to overthrow the kingdom held Princess Phelia hostage and forced her to lie publicly and slander the royal family. Everything broadcasted just now was pure nonsense.

That group of rebels has now been driven away, but to prevent them from returning and spreading rumors further, the First Broadcast Zone will temporarily come under military control, and all broadcasts will be indefinitely suspended.

Finally, tonight’s festival street area, Residential Zone 3-15, will be temporarily merged. All citizens must attend. Prince Andre will personally arrive at the celebration to explain everything that happened today… Alright, that’s all for the broadcast. Go cut the signal for me!”

“Zzzt…”

…

“Alright, well done.”

After firing a shot to blow up the microphone, Leon threw the Arthif 128 pretending to be an injured soldier back into the Mirror World. He then picked up the Black Goat, who looked like he wasn’t done yet, and turned to the terrified female broadcaster nearby, saying,

“Sorry, but next…”

“Don’t! Don’t shoot!”

Upon hearing Leon’s words, the female broadcaster, who had witnessed the voice-over drama firsthand, instantly collapsed, her eyes full of terror as she pleaded,

“I-I promise I won’t say anything! Please!”

“Relax, I’m not here to silence you.”

Shaking his head helplessly, Leon explained,

“I just wanted to tell you something… never mind, Senior Franky, you handle it.”

“Got it.”

Amidst the frightened screams of the female broadcaster, a transparent fishing line shot out from the Black Goat’s mouth, hooking her and dozens of other employees before flying them all out of the building.

After patting the Black Goat’s head, Leon checked the building to confirm no one was left behind. He then grabbed the fishing line and flew out himself, throwing a bomb toward the window behind him upon landing.

“Boom!”

All set~ (End of Chapter)