Not only Capa, but also Osmond felt the vibration of the ground.
The radio station staff who were frantically trying to break in outside the door also noticed something unusual.
"What, what's going on?"
"earthquake?"
"Impossible, how could an earthquake happen if everything is fine..."
The vibrations gradually intensified with obvious momentum, which caused a new layer of panic in the hearts of the staff, and then slowed down the speed of breaking the door.
Soon, in addition to the vibration, they heard a vague roar. The roar came from far away and seemed to be closely related to the vibration.
The shift leader realized something and his eyes widened suddenly: "No! It's the people who are rushing over!"
"What?!"
"He, what are they doing here?!"
"Could they be here to cause trouble for us?!"
The rest of the staff turned pale with fear.
You must know that the people gathered in the square are approaching 40,000. Even if only a fraction of the 40,000 people rush over, it will be enough to engulf them.
"Monitor on duty, what should I do?!" A staff member already had the urge to run away.
They know that the people will be extremely angry after listening to the content on the radio, and what will they do if they come here when they are extremely angry?
Will they beat up the person who let them know the truth, or will they fight against themselves to prevent the truth from being revealed?
"Why don't you run away?" someone suggested.
This proposal was immediately echoed by others.
"I also suggest that we get out of here quickly."
"Yes, the current situation is beyond the control of just a few of us."
"If you wait any longer, I'm afraid your life will be caught!"
The shift leader looked reluctantly at a crack in the door that was finally opened with a baton.
late.
It's too late to say anything.
Even if we can rush in and turn off the microphone now, the emotions of the people gathered in the square will not calm down easily, and the corresponding news will not be sealed in the hearts of these tens of thousands of people for a long time to come.
On the contrary, they may be caught by the rushing people because they delay here for too long, and anything could happen by then.
The shift leader only took up this job to earn a living, and did not secretly vow to devote his life to such a mediocre job.
I came over to stop the broadcast earlier because I was afraid of being held accountable.
Now I am considering whether to run away because I am afraid of losing my life.
"Let's go!" After only weighing it in his mind for two or three seconds, the squad leader, who was concerned about his life, led several subordinates to escape to the side.
"Huh..." Osmond, who was responsible for holding the door, sat down on the ground.
Competing with four or five grown men for strength almost paralyzed him from exhaustion.
Capa put down his pistol: "What do they mean, are the people running over?"
"Huh... I guess it's because the noise was heard..." Osmond wiped his sweat and raised his chin towards the microphone.
"Are the people here to help us..." Capa asked.
"It's not like they're going to kill us just because we made them realize the darkness of the world." Osmond stood up holding on to the wall, "If that's the case, it would be too hopeless. Regardless of resisting the bullying
Their strong men draw their swords against those who help them."
"It makes sense." Capa began to remove the things blocking the door.
Osmond listened to the radio and continued: "It won't be long before there is going to be trouble on Linn's side too."
Capa quickly finished moving the things: "I believe they can handle it well. Let's go out to greet the people. If we let them in and make noise, their voices will be all over the broadcast later."
"Okay." Osmond walked out of the door.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
The ground was still shaking, and both of them felt a numbness in their feet.
Twenty seconds later, a large group of people came into the stairwell.
"Who is stopping the broadcast from continuing!"
"Anyone who covers up the truth should die!"
"I'm going to kill you accomplices!"
The people roared.
Upon seeing this, Osmond closed the door of the broadcast room tightly to ensure that no noise could be transmitted in, and then he and Capa greeted the people: "Everyone, calm down! We are here to help you!"
"Everyone who just wanted to rush into the broadcast room ran away! Everything is safe in the broadcast room now! The broadcast will continue!" Capa waved his hand.
But the corridor was too noisy, and their explanations were swallowed up by their yells before they reached the ears of the people.
In an instant, the distance between the two sides was only about twenty meters.
The people didn't slow down at all, and they clearly regarded the two of them as people who wanted to destroy the broadcast.
"Bang bang bang!"
Osmond decisively drew his gun and pulled the trigger upwards.
A few gunshots were much more effective than their excuses.
The seemingly unstoppable crowd suddenly stopped three or four meters away from them.
Osmond felt a little regretful about this.
He actually expected the people to rush forward without fear of death.
After all, if so many people do not dare to take action against the two of them, then how can they possibly defeat the government and form effective public pressure in the face of the established police officers and guard regiments?
"Everyone, be quiet! Listen to my explanation!" Capa shouted against the voices of the people with a voice that was about to break his throat.
"Everyone be quiet!" A bald man standing at the front of the crowd raised his hand and said, "I want to hear what they want to say!"
The first few dozen people who came over fell silent.
"We are the broadcasters! Those who want to stop us from broadcasting are the staff of the broadcast room! They just heard your movement and have already escaped!" Capa first made it clear that they are not the enemies of the people.
"How do you prove it?!" The bald man was not easily convinced.
"You can go and see if there is anyone else in the broadcast room! If we were the staff of the radio station, we would definitely turn off the broadcast when no one was around, instead of letting the broadcast continue to be broadcast!" Capa pointed to the broadcast room.
.
The bald man was very afraid of the guns in the hands of the two men, but there was a surge of people behind him. After thinking for a few seconds, he boldly stepped forward and opened the door of the broadcast room.
As expected, there was no one inside.
"You really didn't come here to sabotage?" the bald man asked after closing the door.
"Really, and what I can honestly say to you is that there is no charity support at all today. This is the method we use to attract everyone to the square!" Capa explained in front of a crowd of nearly a hundred people, "There is only
In this way, we can gather enough people in a short time and let enough people hear the truth without attracting the attention of the government!"
"Where does the sound on the radio come from?" asked a man wearing round glasses.
"From the Old Hotel Nanyue!" Capa said.
"Old South York Hotel?!" the people were in an uproar.
Most of them probably didn't know the existence of the Old Nanyue Hotel before, but in the past two days, especially after listening to the radio, they all knew that it was the place where the powerful released their sins!
"Now! Our companions are trying to trick the powerful in the Old Nanyue Hotel, leading them to admit what they have done! And all of this was transferred here through the phone, and was made known to you through the microphone!"
Simon said with a louder voice, "You have the right to know the truth! This right was deprived by the powerful! But we took it back! Next, please listen to the content of the radio patiently! See the powerful!
His true face! Then do something within your power! Change something!”.