Fiction: Group 3
Economic Crisis
Ying Wa College, Lam, Chun Ting Ernest - 13, Fiction: Group 3
moke, flames, debris, corpses of unfortunate victims that had their skin seared off. Blood oozed under
huge piles of rubble everywhere. The smell of burning skin and death floated around the air like the
smoke cloud around the once-grand and tall Guangzhou trade center. There were three of these
majestic buildings inside the buzzing economic zone of the Pearl River Delta, where trades were done, and
deals sealed. These buildings were the heart and core of the economy in China. And all of them were
guarded with high-tech security: no planes were allowed to fly over them (that lesson had been learned
from the Americans), every employee was checked at least five times before they could go in to work, and
250 security guards were stationed all around the building. Some joked that there was more security than in
the Pentagon. And that was true, not even a fly could get in without being checked. But still every armor
has a chink. And nothing lasts forever…
Trevor Lee was sitting in the meeting room of 30 people, all of the highest ranking officials in the whole
of China were staring dejectedly at the screen showing the live news about an explosion that blew a massive
hole in the building that caused the fall of the Guangzhou trade center. All of them were silent for a
moment before the whole room, exploded with conversation. “This is insane, that place has more security
than the whole of China, how could this happen?” the short and stout faced secretary of defense said.
“That’s not the problem.” Said the chief of economics. “The worst thing that can happen is the stock
market, it’s dropping 1% every 10 minutes! And you’re still worrying about who’s done this? We have to
save the market!” Still he looked on, waiting for the” Boss “of China to speak. President Chan spoke up
“There is no need for panic, we must all stay calm. Mr. Fai call the other two trading centers to add extra
security to the. And you Mr. Lee, shall investigate the cause of the explosion.” He pointed to Trevor. This
is very important, I want a report done in twenty...” The screen suddenly went black, all of the officials
stopped muttering and went silent. President Chan asked,” Is this a live feed?” A man holding a notebook
sitting at the back of the room answered “Yes. It is m checking with the communication department
apparently all the live feeds have the same problem.” Without warning, the screen lit up and a man was
looking out of the screen.
Many of the officials gasped in surprise. The man was wearing a mask made from something that looked
like human skin. The man was wearing a black coat, and a black fedora. He sat on a black armchair and was
holding a black cane. President Chan stiffened, he asked “Who is this?” The man spoke in English, his raspy
voice was hard to discern. Trevor strained his ears to listen “Good morning everyone! Did you see our
fireworks display? That was fun wasn’t it, did you enjoy it?” Many of the officials were shaking their heads
in disbelief, one said “It was you who destroyed our trade center? Who are you? Who are you working
for?” The man laughed, his cackling laughter echoed around the room. “Ha, Ha, Ha! We have no official
name, but you can call use LEGION. We are many, we are united. And in twenty-four hours, one of your
precious little trade centers will go ‘Boom’! So let’s see who’s faster. See you tomorrow!” The screen went
black. The whole room exploded into chaos, officials were standing up and screaming at their phones or at
each other, and pencils were flying in the air. Only Trevor and President Chan were still sitting in their
seats. President Chan shouted “Silence! Calm down, this is now a matter of national security, this is a
terrorist attack. I want everyone to devote all their time to this investigation. Mr. Lee, you will investigate
the source of the video and find the next target, now!”
Trevor ran to the Investigation Room. His assistant Josiah Chau was waiting for him. “So you got an idea
about the next target?” Trevor nodded and said, “I thought I saw something in that video, it’s a clue I
think.” Then ran to find the head of security. They watched the video again. This time Trevor looked
closer at the man in black, was that? “Stop! Zoom in.” The IT assistants did as he told and…” Bingo!” The
screen showed a blurred, but distinct Tattoo showing on the neck of the man. Trevor walked to the nearest
computer and typed the name Jason Wu. “Who is that?” asked Josiah. “He was a drug dealer and robber, he
was once a crime boss in Hong Kong and was caught a year ago. He broke out of prison last week. I
remember his tattoo.” He always had a grudge at the judge who sentenced him to prison, and his son works
in that trade center in Hong Kong. He’s probably the closest member to the trade centers, without arousing
suspicion, because he’s a Hong Kong resident. All the trains and planes to Hong Kong are cancelled. So he is
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