Abyss Solo

The military police surrounding the park reacted quickly, putting away their weapons and continuously shouting to guide the crowd.

The order on the streets near the park was temporarily restored.

But when the surroundings quieted down, Yang Ming heard screams coming from all directions.

Panic was still spreading.

The restoration of order in some areas was just a drop in the bucket for the widespread chaos triggered by the terror attack.

Yang Ming cursed under his breath, threw off his coat, and sprinted in the narrow gaps along the street against the tide of people.

In a crowd like this, if anyone fell, without someone to help them, they would immediately be in a life-and-death crisis. When the crowd was too dense, too many adults per square meter would cause suffocation deaths of a large number of victims.

A large-scale trampling accident had already occurred.

The scene before Yang Ming suddenly became vacant, with more than a dozen bodies lying on the corner—a scene too tragic to behold. But in the middle of the bodies, two men clung to a lamppost, desperately creating a small gap.

Inside, a little boy still had faint breaths.

Yang Ming pushed aside the bodies, picked up the boy, and rushed to the roadside.