# Chapter 2950: Where Are the Heroes
In the capital of Y Country, a player stood beneath a towering wall of fire that reached into the clouds, speaking excitedly into the camera: "Everyone see this wall of fire behind me?"
"This is a commonly used prop of Hans, the third-ranked hero player on the player leaderboard. As far as I know, this prop of his can not only form a city-encircling fire wall but also has the effect of restricting player movement."
"Earlier, a ten-man squad claiming to be bounty hunters entered our capital. Not only did they slaughter dozens of high-ranking officials' family members, but they also demanded that the government hand over fifty A-grade props in exchange for the remaining hostages. After weighing the options, the government, in order to protect the hostages, paid the fifty props. Who would have thought they would break their word and actually kill the hostages after getting the props!"
"I believe anyone hearing this news would hate these people to the bone, myself included. Unfortunately, my companions and I don't have the ability to contend with those outer zone players. We can only use the method of exposing the truth to let the public know the ugly faces of outer zone players, as well as the efforts the government has made to rescue the hostages..."
Before he could finish speaking, a person covered in blood suddenly lunged into the frame, grabbing the speaking player and shouting: "Save them, save my parents, they're trapped under the house..."
The broadcasting player said soothingly: "The rescue team is actively searching. Please be patient and wait..."
"Right now there are injured and trapped people everywhere. How can the rescue team's few people be enough? You're a player, why aren't you saving people? We pay taxes to the country, use those taxes to support you, and in the end you just stand by and do nothing?!" the man roared.
The broadcasting player's expression darkened slightly. "I completely understand your feelings, but my work is also very important. Monitoring the movements of outer zone players in real time and coordinating with government players can save more people... You see this wall of fire? Hans has already arrived. Once he kills those rogue bounty hunters, someone will soon come to rescue your family!"
The desperate man looked hopelessly at his house as it completely collapsed under the flames. At this moment, on the public real-time tracking screen, Hans, the third-ranked hero player, had just rescued several hostages from a tall building. As he brought them down, the reports were filled with passionate praise, and even onlookers applauded him.
"Do you see that?" the broadcasting player said excitedly. "Hans has brought his team. Everyone can be saved!"
The desperate man seemed unable to understand what he was saying anymore. He stared blankly at the broadcaster's face, at the excitement and smile that unconsciously showed due to intense emotion, not understanding what he was so happy about.
The desperate man then slowly shifted his gaze elsewhere. Many people on the streets were crying, many were saving themselves or others, and the government's rescue teams were also busy. Of course, there were players taking action too, but compared to the number of trapped people, it was far too few. In fact, many of the players were familiar faces—they had once been the pride of the neighborhood, but now even if they exhausted all their strength, it was merely a drop in the bucket...
Where were those heroes who had appeared so many times on television and the internet? Where were they?
The desperate man's gaze finally fell on the public screens that hadn't been destroyed yet. It turned out their heroes were receiving applause...
The desperate man looked back at his home. The raging fire had already engulfed everything. His parents could no longer be saved. Ignoring the shouts of those around him, he resolutely rushed into the sea of flames!
The camera behind him focused on him. The broadcasting player who had just urged him to wait patiently said with emotion: "A wolf only has one mate for life. I never thought I'd see this kind of unwavering loyalty in a human today. He's really foolish—only by living can there be a better future!"
A rescue player covered in burns rushed over and slapped his instrument away. "You have time to talk nonsense but no time to save people?"
The broadcasting player said angrily: "What right do you have to break my instrument? I came here at the invitation of the local government to record everything happening here from a third-party perspective. Someone has to record those who sacrificed and shed blood and sweat. Do you want all of this to be forgotten in the flames of war?"
The burned rescue player's eyes were bloodshot: "It's because there are too many people like you that Y Country has fallen to this state. No compassion for your own countrymen—are you even human?!"
The broadcasting player's expression turned cold. He picked up his instrument and fiddled with it as he said: "In this disaster, individual power is powerless to change anything. The heroes are the same. Two fists can't fight four hands. How many people can they save?"
"Compared to despair, they need a spark of hope a little more."
At this moment, another rescuer came over to call the burned player. "Why waste words with him? With this time, you could save two more people!"
The burned player looked disappointed. He glanced at the public screen and threw out: "Does the government really think it can cover up the deaths and pain of the entire nation with heroes praised by flowers?"
Watching the burned player run off into the distance, the broadcasting player rubbed his face, moving his cheekbones upward. Only after showing renewed excitement did he turn on the instrument and say to the camera: "As you can see, the people are rescuing each other spontaneously. This is the Y Country spirit. Everyone who disregards their own life and death is a well-deserved hero!"
"Now let's get closer and use our eyes to remember all of this..."
Before he could finish speaking, someone in the distance suddenly shouted in surprise, "What is this!"
The broadcasting player aimed the camera at the ground and said: "Blood-colored patterns, like some kind of totem. Could it be the effect of some prop?"
No sooner had he spoken than someone nearby crouched down to touch the pattern. Unexpectedly, the next second, the pattern on the ground transformed into a slender blood-colored long needle that directly pierced through this person's head!
The person killed by the head-piercing remained frozen in a crouching position. His blood flowed backward along the blood-colored needle, gradually condensing at the tip into strands of hanging threads, looking like an upside-down blood flower.
This blood flower wasn't the only one blooming. Wherever there were patterns on the ground, thin needles gradually rose up, killing people and then forming such flowers one after another.
"It seems we need to be more careful," the broadcasting player said, avoiding the patterns on the ground. "This should be the method of outer zone players..."
Before he could finish this time, people everywhere were screaming in terror as they were pierced into the air. Some were a few meters off the ground, while others were lifted to heights of over ten meters by these blood flowers. As the camera moved, a sea of flowers made of corpses rapidly spread through the city streets!
The broadcasting player saw the burned player who had just questioned him. He was pierced through the heart by a blood needle, nailed high in the air, with several of his companions beside him...
The dripping sounds gradually gathered. It was as if a rain without clouds had begun to fall over the city.