I Will Teach You How to Hunt Gods-Chapter 465 - 101: The Chivalrous One

In the surveillance aimed at the sky, a piece of metal debris suddenly fell, enveloped in flames.

Its speed wasn't fast, nor did it carry much kinetic energy, but it carved a fiery trail through the sky and plummeted straight into the metal garbage mountain surrounding the Desert Prison, making a considerable noise.

"What's going on? Has a satellite broken down?"

Jing scratched his head, his face full of confusion.

"But that shouldn't be the case, this isn't a designated satellite drop-off point, so why is space junk falling here?"

Jing couldn't understand, but he didn't pay too much attention to it.

After all, during the Lightning Storm, any accident or mishap could be blamed on the lightning streaking across the sky.

Maybe some people would even take the opportunity to voluntarily decommission some satellites and smooth over their faulty accounts...

Jing shook his head.

However, before he could react, more than a dozen differently sized metal fragments burst out from the thick clouds in succession, trailing a greenish-blue flame, and plunged into the Desert Prison.

Some fragments landed on the garbage heap, causing no harm to the prison, but others directly crashed into the prison, creating several small... yet astonishing explosions.

"What... what's happening?"

Jing froze; in his years as a police officer, he had never witnessed such a bizarre scene.

In a daze, he couldn't help but recall that distress signal from "Yuanbao," which urgently reported an accident on the Floating Island, currently falling.

"Could there really be a problem with the Floating Island?"

He thought about it but still wasn't willing to believe it.

"Impossible... How could anything happen to the Floating Island? It's so stable that even a nuclear weapon strike wouldn't make it fall."

"The island's safety checks pass each year. If something really went wrong, a whole bunch of people would be in trouble; the authorities wouldn't allow such a thing to happen."

Jing mulled it over, still feeling he was overthinking.

But just as he dismissed the idea...

The clouds in the sky suddenly... suddenly tore open.

No, to be precise, they were forcefully split apart by some enormous object, pushed aside in panic.

"Whoa—"

Jing's first sight was flames, towering flames, burning in the air and even overshadowing the nearby lightning for a moment.

Then there, amidst the flames, a gigantic circular island suddenly appeared.

Its area measured 300 kilometers, covering nearly half of the Desert Prison region, so as it emerged from the clouds, it almost blotted out the sky, instantly obscuring the heavens above everyone's heads.

Jing saw several mechanical devices spewing blue flames—those were precisely the battleship engines he thought would never fail.

Yet evidently, the engines were already in a state of disrepair, leaking fire and fluids everywhere, and disintegrating during their downward plunge, splitting off new metal fragments.

The fragments that had just fallen into the prison were produced in this manner.

All six engines of the battleship had issues, with four completely scrapped and only two barely operating, which was why it was falling.

This scene completely exceeded Jing's comprehension.

He once bragged to a junior classmate that he came from a wealthy family and had witnessed stars falling from the sky.

But clearly, he had never seen such a scene; he was just showing off.

But it didn't matter.

Because at this moment, a star-like island was plummeting toward him.

Jing felt only one thought in his mind.

"Done for..."

He instinctively wanted to flee, but just then, the landline next to him rang, and the caller ID showed it was from his superior—the overall manager of the Floating Island Prison.

Jing, trembling, picked up the phone.

"Don't rush to run. We've just calculated the falling kinetic energy and impact range of that thing; it won't crush you."

"Now, listen carefully, write a press release. I've got the theme ready: [The Unexpected Fall of the Floating Island Can't Block Humanity's True Emotion, Ground-Air Joint Rescue Plan Successfully Achieves 0 Casualty Brilliant Record]."

"Write it right away and send it out as soon as the island fully crashes down, then symbolically call some people to join the rescue effort, just to keep up appearances. I'll have a team of reporters come over, and you know what to say and what not to say during interviews."

Upon hearing this, Jing immediately widened his eyes.

Sometimes, he really couldn't help but admire these superiors who had long ridden the waves of bureaucracy.

In just a few sentences, not only did they offload the responsibility of the Floating Island's descent, blaming it on a natural disaster, but they also sought credit for themselves and knew how to involve reporters to expand media influence.

Once the press release and interview reports are out, even if someone wanted to investigate, they would be deterred by the public opinion, only daring to conclude it superficially.

By then, the superiors would get promotion opportunities, people below like them would get bonuses, the public would receive explanations and pleasant-sounding nonsense, and the Nest City Council would achieve stability.

Everyone has something to gain, so who's at a loss?

Naturally, it would be the ordinary police officers and prisoners crushed by the Floating Island.

But who cares about their lives? In the public eye, their lives hold no value, and no one would care.

Thinking of this, Jing excitedly rubbed his hands and started drafting the article.

Meanwhile, the entire Desert Prison area also descended into complete chaos.