Chapter 427: Entropy Increase Advertising Slot Recruitment

When the noise in the broadcast started, the security staff in the lobby on the first floor of Dome Headquarters were staring blankly at the monitoring wall.

More than a dozen screens lit up simultaneously, showing corridors and entrances/exits from all parts of the Dome.

Besides, given the Dome's current status in the whole wasteland, who would dare come here to cause trouble?

The on-duty youngster yawned, and the broadcast suddenly blasted a harsh noise.

His coffee spilled, the dark brown liquid splashing onto the control panel and seeping down through its seams.

"Woc? What's going on over in the broadcast room?"

He casually grabbed a tissue to wipe the coffee off the console, immediately reported the situation to his superior, and promptly pulled up the surveillance at the broadcast room door.

Unfortunately, everything at the broadcast room door was normal; he dragged the timeline back and forth but saw no sign of anyone entering illegally.

It's probably just a broadcast glitch, right?

At the other end of the corridor, the official infiltration team also suddenly halted.

The leading man raised his fist; everyone behind him immediately pressed against the wall and stood still, breathing lightly.

They had just crawled out of the ventilation ducts, covered in dust, listening to the ear‑splitting noise from the broadcast; the leader frowned, about to signal the team to move on, when the noise vanished.

It shifted from static to a...... piece of music?

No idea how it was produced; it feels like every instrument got a touch, and beneath this chaotic music he could faintly make out a familiar melody.

"...... News Broadcast?"

That remark woke them up like a thunderclap; they wondered why the melody sounded so familiar.

The leader glared at him; the teammate instinctively shrank his neck, and the others, hearing his words, realized where that inexplicable sense of familiarity came from.

That chaotic musical melody seemed indeed to be the opening theme of the News Broadcast.

Although we don't know who did it, it seems...... to be one of our own?

But doesn't that run counter to their plan of sneaking in quietly?

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The broadcast room door had been locked from inside, and several Dome staff members were already "peacefully" asleep.

Xi Ren Sheng sat at the console, facing a row of keys and sliders; he had Ying Duo just reassign the keyboard keys to different instrument pitches, and random pressing produced a little melody but not much.

Fact proved that neither Yang Yixie nor Xi Ren Sheng had any musical talent.

He pulled one of the black microphones off its stand, turned it in his hand, brought it to his mouth and said "hey" twice, discovering it wasn't connected at all.

"Partner!" Xi Ren Sheng started cranking his clever little brain again, "What if I blast the mic and curse the streets? I'll make those Dome folks furious——"

"No." Ying Duo didn't even turn his head.

"Why?"

Ying Duo walked to the console, picked up another microphone, checked whether the energy link was complete and if the circuit matched.

"Entropy Increase's mission tonight is to delay the Dome's forces over at the fashion show; if we let them know Entropy Increase is here now, what would happen?"

Xi Ren Sheng tilted his head and repeated, "...... How would it turn out?"

"Even if our mission from the authorities fails."

Ying Duo's fingers tapped the keys a few times, pulling several sliders to the middle; the noise in the speakers dropped instantly, and he also turned off the noise Xi Ren Sheng had been playing.

But Entropy Increase is Entropy Increase, the Flame City Cannon is the Flame City Cannon; the Dome knows the Flame City Cannon belongs to the Mutation Department, but doesn't realize it also belongs to Entropy Increase.

So......

Ying Duo switched the broadcast signal to the full frequency band, forcibly linking any place capable of outputting sound, even those without a dedicated broadcast setup.

Xi Ren Sheng's eyes lit up, "You're doing——"

Ying Duo ignored him, merely bringing the microphone to his lips and speaking in a faint yet infuriating tone.

"Good evening, everyone from the Dome's Field Operations Department."

"This is the Flame City Cannon of Co‑Absorption; I've been bored lately, so who wants to spar with me, or are you Field Operations folks short‑handed?"

He moved the microphone away from his mouth, turned his head and glanced at Xi Ren Sheng.

"Go find a cool playlist that can loop."

Xi Ren Sheng has always been quick to act; he instantly used his communicator to pull up the Dome's hottest pop‑song playlist, and Ying Duo merely glanced at it before importing the list into the broadcast for looping.

The speakers immediately blasted the intro—likely a fast‑paced, brain‑washing rock tune that makes you want to nod along after just a few bars.

In an instant, rhythm‑filled music began to burst out across the Dome.

The official team leader pressed his ear‑mic, took a deep breath, and listened as the music kept blaring from the speakers, the drumbeats hitting one after another like someone stomping on his head.

He glanced up at the speaker on the ceiling playing the music and couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.

The name "Flame City Cannon" of Co‑Absorption rang a bell; he had read the reports of the two explosions in Tianmian City more than once.

The Co‑Absorption cultists, the lunatics who blasted a hole in Tianmian City...... and also the isotopic counterpart of a certain teammate's younger brother.

Those identities stacked together are like a hand of cards you don't know how to play.

"Keep moving forward," he said in utter calm, "follow the original plan."

The team resumed movement, their steps a bit quicker; with this sonic interference, as long as they didn't cause a big commotion, the chance of being spotted was practically nil.

The music still blared from the speakers; the chorus looped back, the melody bouncing back and forth in the narrow corridor—someone nodded to the beat, got glared by a neighbor, and instantly froze his head in place.

Outside the Dome Headquarters, Hua Jian Lei was leading that group toward the nearest exit when the music blared from the overhead speakers, its strong beat making their chests tremble.

"Pick up the pace—get out early, stay safe."

It would also let him get over there sooner to help clean up the mess.

Her silver‑pink hair streamed down the corridor like a light ribbon; Hua Jian Lei's steps were neither fast nor slow, but each footfall landed on the beat, as if she were walking on drumbeats.

Lao Bao brought up the rear, his footsteps blending with the drumbeats from the speakers so you couldn't tell which was which.

Don't even say it—this music really gets you pumped.

"Who sings this song?" Lao Bao actually plans to look it up after heading out.