บท 1552: Morphing

The streets of San Francisco were more crowded today than usual.

People walked onto the street or stood on the plaza, looking up at the sky, as if waiting for something.

"What's going on?" A police officer with a beer belly stood on the edge of the plaza, carrying a baton in his hand, staring at the gathering crowd with enthusiasm. He muttered, "What are they protesting today? What is happening? It's so dangerous outside, can't they stop for a day?"

At this moment, what made him feel anxious was not from the pressure of work, but because so many people gathered here, it was like an advertisement for terrorists to bomb the place.

The San Francisco Police Department had mobilized police forces from the entire city to block traffic in this area and try to evacuate the crowds.

However, these people ignored the warnings of the police.

No, actually…

The target was never on them.

It was as if they were waiting for their destiny.