Chapter 1972: Chapter 1796: Such a Blow "Hahahahaha!" Absurd. Strange. The old man, after hearing the detailed account, laughed even louder. Not out of joy, nor madness, but because he found it amusing. For so many years, such a large-scale public incident was rare for him. Today. There were two consecutive mishaps. The first time. Being suppressed and everything going wrong. The second time. Realizing that the weapons were smuggled in through his own channels. The turn was too sharp. Impossible to stop. "Investigate thoroughly." After the laughter. The old man’s expression turned frighteningly grim. From the intelligence, this setup had been laid two months ago. A month ago, the big items were brought in through his own channels. Weapons. Ammunition. Personnel. Supporting the enemy this time was thorough. "Keep it confidential for now." "Understood." If possible. He would immediately destroy the evidence, but he was just the transporter, and the ’owner’ also knew. Unilaterally destroying evidence was meaningless; hopefully, the other party wouldn’t leak easily. Otherwise. This face would definitely be lost. ... At this moment. Outside. The commotion in Sweden was attracting more and more attention. "They’re fighting again." "Scary!" "Requesting video." "The area within a two-kilometer radius has been cordoned off by Swedish police, can’t get in. Just heard that someone saw military vehicles going in. I suspect it’s a joint operation between the military and police to fight the villains." "Not necessarily." "Is there another possibility?" "Don’t you think it’s too intense? Even if it’s to fight villains, such powerful weapons wouldn’t be used unless it was confirmed that only such firepower could suppress the enemy." "What do you mean?" "Their weapons aren’t weak either." "No way." "How could it be." "..." This speculation. Isn’t mainstream. Among the Northern European countries, Sweden is the only one that has banned weapons. Just having weapons is one thing, but having that kind of weapon truly makes people unwilling to believe. Not only Sweden, even the United States would consider it a big deal. On site. Large numbers of journalists gathered at every blocked road. "Let us in." "Too dangerous." "We’re not afraid." "Sorry, for everyone’s safety, please stand outside the warning line." A police chief opened his arms blocking two journalists. Fortunately, the lockdown was timely, otherwise there’d be a chase. Seeing this. The journalists, of course, were unwilling to give up. "Are the villains all killed?" "Not sure." "How many of them?" "Don’t know." "How’s their equipment?" "No..." "..." Three questions. Three unknowns. The journalists were going crazy. "Please let us pass, we have personal freedom." "Sorry." The police chief responded coldly. Freedom? Are you stupid or am I stupid? Some places, you can have freedom. Some places, the right to speak freely is in our hands. Now things have blown up, even if the consortiums control the media, it won’t do to just send them home. Otherwise. The public will see. What? The journalists all left? The media isn’t paying attention? Hmm. There’s a situation. Could this still be related to the consortiums? If deduced to this point, it gets more complicated. Media voices can be controlled, but public opinion is harder. So, better let it be. The police chief remained unmoved. Journalists weren’t resigned. The main road didn’t work, so they went through another path. Soon, they found a small road with a locked iron gate. This couldn’t stop the resourceful journalists, and the lock was opened in no time. "Go." "Okay." For the news. They went all out. One journalist, one cameraman, advanced in the alley. After walking more than twenty meters and stepping out of the passage’s end into the restricted zone, they peeked out, only to have a gun pointed at them. "Ah!" The journalist screamed. The cameraman flinched, almost not holding steady. "Who?" "I... I’m a..." The journalist hadn’t finished when they were pinned against the wall. Click-click, the two were handcuffed. Now, regardless of who or what identity, without authorization into the conflict zone, they all had to be detained. Now. If you’re not one of us, you might as well be the enemy. ... Concert hall. "Hiss!" The banquet was about to end. The king was bewildered by one piece of news after another. Battle, intense battle. Weapons, heavy weapons. Public opinion, already somewhat out of control. How on earth was he going to explain this to the people? It wasn’t as expected. Speaking of which. How did those things get in? Forced to use military weapons for suppression, the scene was still under their control, heard that a hundred lives were already lost. Tomorrow. Sweden will definitely be world headlines. "What’s wrong?" Seeing the king’s strange expression, the queen asked softly. "Nothing." "Nothing much." The king smiled and shook his head, but this was hard to believe. Just then, a princess, having finished eating, pulled out her mobile phone to glance at it. She was about to check the Nobel Prize news. Suddenly. Her big eyes went wide. "What?" "What’s the matter?" The queen leaned closer. Then. The prince also leaned over, being the center of attention at the banquet. Many people noticed their expressions. Due to the banquet’s special nature, not many had mobile phones, and they were all turned off during. Now. Almost over, no big deal. "WHAT?" "Villains?" "Heavy firepower?" "Still not taken down?" "God!" "Crazy, those lunatics." "..." The banquet hall was in an uproar. While they were having a good time inside, there was a fight going on outside. The eyes of the world were drawn here, and at the moment, everyone’s eyes were on one group. The three scientists from Burma. "Are they the target?" "Yes." "Definitely." "Absolutely." "Their target is the transcription fluid, not us." "..." Frustrated. Despite so many of them present, they couldn’t make the enemy take such a risky move. Although they were glad they weren’t the target, the result was still disheartening. Clearly. They weren’t valuable enough to be targeted. "Too arrogant." "Since it’s exposed, they’ll definitely fail." "Yes." "Not necessarily." Saying this. Many looked towards the high platform, the place of the king and Swedish higher-ups. In this world, too many covet the transcription fluid—nations, consortiums, corporations, and powers. It’s truly ’the whole world is the enemy.’ Holding the Precious Jade is a Crime. Such is the truth. At this time. Two white men in suits walked up to the three scientists. "Honored guests. We are from the Swedish Ministry of Police." "There is an emergency, a group of villains intends to harm you, we need to reassess the security situation. After the banquet, we will arrange for you to go to a safe place." "Alright." The team leader agreed right away. "Uh!" The man was taken aback, such a straightforward acceptance was unexpected. He had prepared many speeches and follow-up measures, but their "Alright" rendered his preparations futile. "Thank you for your support." "Mm." While speaking, the team leader smiled at him. That smile. Made the man suddenly feel as if it was the other side achieving their goal, not him.