Chapter 129 Chapter 129: A Childish Revolution
Chapter 129: A Childish Revolution
"Wow! The contestants from the Pink Fluffy Bunny Rabbit team have finally revealed their trump card—a miraculous ice bridge spanning the sea!"
"It's absolutely dreamlike."
The rising of the bridge drove the audience into a frenzy of cheers, and the popularity of the Pink Fluffy Bunny Rabbit team soared to its peak.
Even Candela, who prided herself on holding the reins of the city "Dossoles," was momentarily stunned upon seeing "Originium Arts" of this scale. Well, she actually had some capacity to accept the fact that this city was a den of hidden talents.
This time was just a bit bigger, that's all. No big deal. Besides, isn't this even more interesting?
"Kazimierz profanity What the hell is that? Get out of the way!"
At the spot where the ice bridge rose, the contestants who had already swum to the center of the sea course instinctively dodged this sudden attack, even though they hadn't yet realized what it actually was.
By the time they did realize and wanted to board this sea-spanning bridge, it was already too late.
Because this ice bridge was simply too high, its surface was smooth with few handholds, which quickly extinguished any little schemes they had in mind. There was just no way to climb up!
Until—
Whoosh!
Two figures on ice skates caught up at an astonishing speed, even effortlessly overtaking everyone else on the sea surface. Only then did they understand the seriousness of the situation.
"Referee! Where's the referee?! Aren't you going to do something about such blatant cheating?!"
"They're cheating!"
But the contestants' protests received no response. Instead, in their fury, they ended up choking on a few more mouthfuls of salty seawater.
Helpless, they could only keep their heads down and continue swimming forward. However, compared to ice skates, their speed in the seawater could only be described as snail-paced.
"It seems the outcome is already decided."
Lin Yuxian reached out her hand, feeling the sea wind whipping wildly past her, a smile curling on her face.
"This race isn't about who arrives first winning."
Ch'en poured cold water on her enthusiasm, which finally calmed her down a bit.
Oh right. After reaching the cruise ship, victory goes to the last survivor from the top three teams in a free-for-all. That means their current lead in speed, while impressive to look at, might not have much actual impact on the final outcome.
"Who asked you? Let's get there first."
"Hmph."
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"Mr. Pancho, everything is ready."
The dignitaries gathered on the cruise ship have been locked down and controlled. Everything is proceeding according to plan, intensively and methodically.
A person dressed in naval attire came before Pancho to report.
"Mhm. Have you figured out the situation with that ice bridge?"
"Preliminary assessment indicates it's some form of large-scale Originium Arts. However, we can destroy it with firepower temporarily installed on the cruise ship after the operation commences. Originium Arts of this level—those contestants definitely won't be able to perform a second time in a short period."
"Good. This operation cannot afford any mistakes. Understood?"
Pancho's robust physique completely belied his middle-to-old age. The muscles on his body fully filled out his military uniform.
"Yes!"
"Everything for Bolívar. Candela, this city needs change. All of Bolívar needs change."
Old Pancho's tone was grave. He gazed distantly towards the beach, as if seeing Candela sitting there.
Any soldier can accept dying in battle for their country, but they absolutely must not die in exchanges of dirty interests among the upper echelons. And present-day Bolívar is precisely such a twisted nation.
"Await the moment. Change will begin from this city..."
On the beach,
"You two, Mayor Candela invites you to join her for viewing."
A person dressed as a bodyguard approached Fiammetta and Kevin, who were watching the spectacle while eating metaphorical melon seeds.
"The Mayor? Kevin, do you know her?"
"No."
Kevin shook his head. His social circle was very limited. This was his first time in Dossoles; how could he possibly know the mayor here?
"Then should we decline?"
She didn't need to go to know exactly what that "Mayor Candela" was plotting. It was nothing more than taking a fancy to Kevin's abilities and having ideas, or perhaps wanting to establish friendly relations?
It was a troublesome matter. For two people leaving in a few days, there was absolutely no need to bother with such trouble.
Moreover, the atmosphere here... Although filled with revelry everywhere, Fiammetta felt she probably wouldn't be returning to Dossoles for quite a long time after this.
Flashy, extravagant—she really didn't like this kind of atmosphere. Forget about the tranquil and simple Gouwu; even equally bustling Lungmen couldn't possibly be this frivolous.
"As you wish."
"Sir, we have other matters to attend to. We are very grateful for Mayor Candela's kind invitation, but please convey our apologies and our honor on our behalf."
Pozëmka's words were impeccably diplomatic, leaving the bodyguard at a loss.
He didn't know how to respond, or rather, his mind had never prepared for the option of "being refused."
This was an invitation from Mayor Candela!
"Uh, this..."
"Did they say anything else?"
"No, just that, Your Honor."
"I see. Then let's continue watching the competition."
Candela propped her chin on her hand, her expression not showing much surprise.
"Your Honor, shouldn't we give them a..."
"Enough, Sandro. What, you want to try? If you actually defeat that man, I'll double your salary tenfold. How about that?"
"Ahahaha, just joking."
Sandro laughed awkwardly. A tenfold salary increase was tempting, but one needed to be alive to collect it. He certainly didn't have the ability to create a bridge spanning the ocean like that.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Just as the two were talking, a series of explosions abruptly rang out.
Smoke, flames, screams!
These things shouldn't have appeared in this city of pleasure.
"Huh?"
Fiammetta looked up in surprise at the large screen. The signal there had been hijacked.
"Citizens of Dossoles..."
Although his face was covered with strange pixelation, his robust physique paired with a white military uniform and his deep voice—almost every citizen following this Grand Prix could recognize his identity.
Pancho!
"Haha, Kevin, so why did that Mr. Pancho only cover his face?"
Even a tourist like her who just arrived couldn't be fooled by such a disguise...
"Perhaps he never intended to hide it at all."
Pancho's appearance seemed like a signal. Dozens of groups of fully armed thugs on speedboats began storming the beach.
Guns, even a few modified cannons occasionally mounted on yachts—round after round poured onto the beach, startling tourists into fleeing everywhere.
But in Kevin's view, this level of "revolution" was like child's play...
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