Hearing the familiar voice from the loudspeaker, Prince Andre couldn’t help but frown slightly, while Atifie-00 raised her hand, pressing the back of her head where the information chip was implanted.
After closing her eyes to analyze for a while, Atifie-00 opened her eyes and said with absolute certainty:
"Although it’s slightly distorted from passing through the loudspeaker, this sound is produced by a mimic pipe, a synthetic voice broadcast by an AI, not Feiliya’s real voice. It seems that the previously missing Atifei-128 is indeed in their hands."
"Whether these words are spoken by Feiliya is no longer important now."
Snapping out of his surprise, Andre shook his head and said with a frown:
"The biggest problem now is how many people have heard these things he said, and how many will be convinced by him."
"The situation doesn’t look promising..."
After a brief calculation, Atifie-00 said helplessly:
"The morning news broadcast is spread through the entire Kingdom’s public loudspeakers. As long as people are awake, they will hear it. Excluding shift workers and other night duty personnel, about 75% of the populace is listening."
Prince Andre pondered for a moment upon hearing this, then said:
"Send someone to fix the signal station immediately. No need to fix them all, just repair two or three to ensure the signal can get out, and then don’t cut the broadcast signal. Let them keep talking."
Atifie-00 was slightly taken aback, then asked puzzled:
"The signal station is already being repaired, but why not cut the signal? What they’re saying now is very detrimental to you. If you let them continue..."
"If you forcibly cut the signal and suddenly make them shut up, that would really be a death sentence for me."
Prince Andre said coldly:
"Most people are still skeptical about what they’re saying now, but if you really cut the signal and forcibly make them shut up, then I really can’t explain it clearly. We must let them keep talking and then plug me in to..."
At this moment, a gunshot suddenly burst from the loudspeaker, and the "Feiliya," who was condemning Prince Andre’s madness, suddenly let out a miserable scream, as if colliding with something. A loud noise and Leon’s anxious inquiries followed over the microphone.
"Princess Feiliya! Are you okay?"
Then, a sharp, tense voice from the "broadcast room" rang out from afar, transmitted through the loudspeaker.
"Shoot quickly, let them shut up! Don’t let them speak anymore!"
Hearing the chaotic footsteps from the loudspeaker and the painful groan of the shot "Feiliya," Prince Andre couldn’t help but close his eyes, sigh deeply, knowing that the other side was probably trying to think ahead of him again.
And if he’s guessing correctly, the "shooting" of "Feiliya" might just be the beginning, and there are probably more deadlier "plots" waiting for him.
Sure enough, after groaning painfully for a few moments, the "Feiliya," who was suspected of being shot, surprisingly returned to the microphone, speaking with a mixed but still discernible tone:
"Let me... let me finish..."
"No! You must hurry and treat your wound!"
Leon in the loudspeaker urgently advised:
"Damn it, your lung is pierced! There’s so much blood coming out! Stop talking, I must take you away immediately!"
"No! Let me... let me continue speaking!"
Amidst the increasingly dense gunfire, "Feiliya," whose lung was pierced, coughed up blood, then seemingly in a fit of lucidity, said loudly with a slight choked voice:
"For this opportunity, so many of us died, I can’t... can’t let them sacrifice in vain!
Citizens of Crolock Kingdom! Be cautious! Make sure... make sure not to let our country be ruined by Andre’s ambition! You... protect yourselves... never let him... control... he will..."
The other "rebels" trying to block the guards seemed to be unable to hold them back anymore, and the sound of the door being kicked open came from the loudspeaker, as the sharp voice that previously ordered to shoot yelled again:
"Shoot! Quickly shoot! Cut the line! Go report to His Highness! Damn it! Hurry up and shoot!"
Leon in the loudspeaker roared fiercely:
"She is Princess Feiliya! The Sixth Princess, you’re..."
"Shut up! There’s no such Sixth Princess! Shoot! I order you to shoot and kill her!!!"
"Bastards! Have you... have you been brainwashed?!"
"Citizens of the Crolock Kingdom! Please... please protect yourselves... stay away from Andre, he will..."
"Shoot! Shoot! Damn it! Give me the gun!"
"Bang bang bang bang!"
This time it’s really troublesome...
Watching the completely silent loudspeaker, and having listened through the whole "morning drama," Prince Andre couldn’t help but sigh, saying to Atifie-00 who was stunned:
"Hurry up and fix the signal station, and then quickly have someone announce for me, what comes next..."
Suddenly, noises reappeared from the quiet loudspeaker, as the voice that previously ordered the soldiers to shoot, with a disgusting tone, haughtily announced:
"Citizens of the Crolock Kingdom! I’m His Highness Andre’s personal guard, just now a bunch of rebels attempting to overthrow the Kingdom abducted Princess Feiliya and forced her to lie and slander the royal family in public. All previously broadcast content was complete nonsense.
The gang of rebels has now been driven away, but to prevent their return to continue spreading rumors, the First Broadcast Zone is now under military control, and all broadcasts are suspended indefinitely.
Finally, tonight the Celebration Street in the Residential Zone 3-15 will be temporarily consolidated, and all citizens are required to attend. At that time, His Highness Andre will attend the celebration to explain everything that happened today... Alright, end the broadcast, go cut the signal!"
"Alright, well done."
After shooting the microphone, Leon tossed the mimicking wounded Atifei-128 back into the mirrored world, then grabbed the eager-looking Black Goat, and said to the terrified broadcasting lady next to him:
"I’m sorry, but next..."
Upon hearing Leon’s words, the female broadcaster, who had just witnessed the voice performance, weakened at the knees in horror, saying with panic:
"I... I promise I won’t say anything! I beg you!"
"Relax, I am not going to silence you."
Leon shook his head helplessly, and explained:
"I just want to let you know... never mind, Frankie, you take over."
In the broadcaster lady’s fearful scream, a bundle of transparent fishing lines was spat out by the Black Goat, which then hooked her and dozens of other employees, flying them out of the building.
After checking the situation in the building by feeling the Black Goat’s head and confirming no one was left behind, Leon grabbed onto the fishing line and followed out of the building, throwing a bomb backhanded at the window behind him upon landing.