"Stabilize the crowd immediately! Repeat! Make sure to stabilize the crowd!!"
Gu Ji didn't even have the time to say one more word to the disaster management minister on the other end of the walkie-talkie. He tossed the walkie-talkie over to the train conductor and dashed out of the train compartment, shouting, "Make way! Move aside!"
As he ran, he kept waving his hands and shouting to the refugees in the train, like a cannonball fired from a barrel, slicing through the crowd with a "whoosh," leaving behind only the splashing sounds of his feet stepping on accumulated water and the flying spray all around.
As he got closer to the rear of the train, the water level rose sharply.
In just over forty compartments, the water level was approaching knee height.
Gu Ji glanced at the windows on both sides, deliberately observing the flood's water line outside, then continued sprinting forward.
