Chapter 19: Magnetic Infantry
Yang Fan turned his head and saw a familiar face.

It was the middle-aged female neighbor in Building 12.

Just now she was despising herself behind her back for being an orphan, and then she was made quite embarrassed by the snow falling from the roof.

This woman got a loudspeaker from somewhere and was accusing me at the top of her voice.

"Linjiang City Hall owes Yuewan Community an explanation, and owes the entire city's residents an explanation!"

This woman's words were extremely provocative and just happened to cater to the hidden thoughts of many people.

The crowd suddenly became excited and many people started shouting.

"That's right!"

"We want an explanation!"

The personnel sent by the city hall to distribute supplies seemed particularly powerless in the face of the excited crowd, like a few small boats facing the raging sea.

Yang Fan was speechless.

This is a natural disaster, not a man-made disaster. No one owes you an explanation!
He could see clearly through his crow companion that the authorities had been working all night long to repair the power facilities, and they did not stop even when it was snowing heavily.

Giant baby!

The middle-aged woman raised her right arm and clenched her right hand into a fist. Her voice became sharper and sharper: "We need more supply packages, at least ten for each person!"

The crowd roared along.

"We want supply packages!"

"Ten supply packages per person!"

Yang Fan shook his head slightly: "It's really his nature."

Everything in this world is about fame and fortune.

He had long guessed that the middle-aged woman was jumping up and down and inciting residents to cause trouble just because she wanted more daily necessities.

But the question is, if the city hall meets the requirements of Yuewan Community, should other communities also distribute ten supply packages per person?
If it is not sent, it is obviously unfair.

If it were issued, Linjiang City would definitely not have the ability to do so.

Because the vast majority of supplies are directly controlled by the Supreme Administrative Council of the Great Xia Kingdom.

Yang Fan could even imagine that, according to past practice, in order to quell the unrest as quickly as possible, leaders like the middle-aged woman would most likely receive additional benefits.

The entrance to the community was in complete chaos.

After the middle-aged woman lit the flame with one hand, the residents' shouts for more supply packages gathered into a torrent.

The official in charge of the matter, Zou Jinghui, stood on the roof of the truck, looking bewildered.

It's not that he didn't try to explain, but his voice was drowned out by countless shouts and no one heard it.

Zou Jinghui looked at the scene with a pale face, and suddenly felt a strong sense of absurdity.

The city's management, seeing that Linjiang City was hit so hard by the disaster, risked being held accountable by their superiors and snatched a batch of supplies from Daxia Shangtong.

After discussion, it was decided to distribute the supplies free of charge to all residents of the city in the form of material packages.

Zou Jinghui never expected that giving away things for free would cause such big trouble.

He couldn't help but think, "If the city hadn't gone to such great lengths to raise supplies, wouldn't this have happened?"

The answer is obvious.

Zou Jinghui was very confused: "We worked hard to fight the disaster, why did things turn out like this?"

"boom!"

There was a loud bang.

Zou Jinghui woke up in shock.

He was horrified to find that a white-haired old man had found a wooden stick from somewhere and smashed the truck hard.

"Ten supply packages per person, send them to me quickly!"

The old man's eyes were filled with hysterical fanaticism.

Zou Jinghui suddenly had a premonition - something big was going to happen!

Another thought suddenly flashed through his mind: "No wonder the first article of the Daxia Emergency Act is to recruit 20 million soldiers."

Disasters occur frequently around the world, and without sufficient military force, it is indeed impossible to maintain social order.

"Bang! Bang!"

The truck was hit hard several more times.

The words some residents shouted became dangerous.

"Pry open the car door!"

"We'll get it ourselves!"

Zou Jinghui's heart sank deeply.

Ruined!
He had already foreseen what was going to happen next—broken doors, looting, trampling, and deaths.

outside the crowd.

Yang Fan frowned tightly. He really didn't expect that things would turn into violent looting.

He took one look at the children who were being squeezed to and fro in the crowd, as well as the frightened faces, and decided to take action.

The situation was very close to getting out of control, and apart from him, there was no one else at the scene who had the ability to prevent the tragedy from happening.

He had every means to deal with these troublemakers without exposing himself.

Yang Fan looked at the most noisy part of the crowd, and his mind moved slightly.

A mark shaped like a branch quietly emerged from the chest.

It is the Thunder Branch.

Yang Fan took a step forward with his right foot, and the Thunder Branch trembled.

A red electric light instantly flowed into the ground from under his feet, moved to the target area, and then exploded silently.

With the burst point as the center, an interesting scene appeared.

The hair of more than 300 residents around stood up at the same time, suddenly turning into afro.

They also felt a tingling sensation all over their bodies, electric shock pains in various parts of their bodies, and a complete loss of control of their limbs.

The atmosphere that was about to boil suddenly cooled down rapidly. All the sounds stopped abruptly.

Everyone stared at this scene in stupidity.

Only Yang Fan was very satisfied: "With my current strength, it is absolutely no problem for me to call myself a 'Magnetic Storm Trooper'."

A second passed.

A roar spread across the gate of the community: "There's an electric leak underground, everyone, disperse quickly."

The residents came to their senses and immediately dispersed.

Although some people accidentally fell to the ground in the panic, the crowd dispersed in all directions and no one was injured as a result of trampling.

Yang Fan mixed in the crowd, showing just the right amount of fear.

He glanced at the sky and saw a crow flying towards the community. He smiled slightly and said, "This is Mr. Ling Ya's doing. I have absolutely nothing to do with it."

Even if the official investigation is carried out afterwards, as long as this crow is seen, most people will think that it must be Mr. Ling Ya who acted secretly.

He turned around without hesitation and walked quickly towards Building 12 where he lived.

On top of the truck.

Zou Jinghui was also affected by the electric shock, but the degree was relatively mild, with only a slight numbness in his feet.

The guy shouted without hesitation: "Hurry up and report to the patrol station, there is an accident in Yuewan Community!"

He felt greatly relieved.

It was great that no stampede occurred.

Zou Jinghui's eyes swept across the crowd and firmly remembered the face of a middle-aged woman.

He gritted his teeth and said, "You just deliberately fanned the flames. Do you really think I can't see it?"

Zou Jinghui thought of the strange electric current again and was a little suspicious: "Could it be a person with superpowers?"

*
"boom!"

Yang Fan closed the door of his house and muttered, "I have been standing outside for so long, my hands and feet are cold. It's such a shame."

He moved his right hand, took out a bag of strange-tasting beans from the Space Pearl, tore open the package, took one and put it into his mouth.

"Crack!"

Yang Fan muttered as he chewed, "Home is still the best."

He spread out an electric blanket, lay lazily on the sofa, and watched the excitement with great interest.

of course.

The way of watching the fun is quite different.

Yang Fan activated his special ability and issued an order: "Black Forty-Eight, go to the Patrol Police Station."

"Cuck!"

soon.

Yang Fan saw that more than a dozen explosion-proof vehicles were lined up in a long line and speeding towards the Yuewan Community.

"Boom!"

He took another bite of the strange-tasting bean and nodded with satisfaction: "Not bad! It seems that the authorities have finally recognized the situation."

Yang Fan issued another order: "Black 48, fly over the explosion-proof convoy."

"Cuck!"

The purpose of doing this, of course, is to "put the blame" on Mr. Ling Ya.

Although the authorities will investigate everyone present, he is innocent and the authorities have no reason to doubt him.

The most "eye-catching" part of his personal resume is that he made a lot of money in the stock market.

Later, he started a supermarket and lost a lot of money. Then he traveled around the country.

All of the above things.

He did it very carefully.

Yang Fan didn't think that the authorities would associate a young man who liked to make trouble with a person with super powers.

After all, the government is made up of living people. They are not gods and it is impossible for them to see through everything.

*
A quarter of an hour passed.

A large number of people rushed to Yuewan Community and forcibly dispersed the people at the door.

Faced with the fully armed patrolmen, no resident dared to cause trouble, and no one had the guts to attack the truck. They all dispersed obediently.

The authorities immediately cancelled the free distribution of supply packages and quickly drove away the trucks loaded with supply packages.

Zou Jinghui ran straight to Building 12 of the community and knocked on the door of Room 501.

"Boom! Boom!"

He knocked so hard that it could almost be called pounding the door, as if he was venting his anger.

A sharp female voice came from the other side of the door: "Who the hell is crazy enough to knock on our door?"

The door then opened.

The middle-aged woman stood at the door with her hands on her hips, looking menacing: "If our door breaks, you must be responsible..."

The words are not finished yet.

The voice suddenly dropped.

Because she saw that there were several patrolmen standing behind the other party.

Zou Jinghui asked coldly: "Are you Fang Shufen?"

The middle-aged woman was a little surprised: "It's me."

Her tone rose again: "What do you want to do?"

Zou Jinghui didn't say anything, just took a step back.

A patrol chief stepped forward and said calmly, "Ms. Fang Shufen, you are charged with 'endangering public safety'. Come back with us for investigation."

(End of this chapter)