Ding-
The sound of the firing pin echoed in the room, but the explosion of the bullet exiting the chamber did not sound.
There are no bullets in the magazine.
Han Junhua's brows twitched.
After a while, she slowly opened her eyes and patted the pistol on the table.
"Is this teasing me?"
"Not really." Jiang Chen sighed and put away the pistol on the table.
He had made many assumptions.
After she picked up the pistol, she tried to hijack him with a gun and force him into the shelter to save those who had abandoned her. If she really did this, it meant that she was still pedantically concerned about the life and death of those people. In this case, if you want to force her to submit, you only need to threaten her with the lives of those people.
If she couldn't pull the trigger, that meant she didn't want to die so pointlessly. In this case, only one slave chip is enough to control her.
However, what she didn't expect was that she made what Jiang Chen thought was the worst choice.
For someone who is not afraid of death and has no worries, he really can't think of any ideas to control her.
Slave chip? That's just a more elegant and easier form of coercion than putting a gun to your head. Although it can monitor human hormone activity levels and heart rate for lie detection, it cannot influence people's thoughts.
"I sincerely hope you can join my cause." Jiang Chen tried to give his final persuasion.
"Career? Do you call this a career?" The corner of his mouth raised a hint of disdain. This was the first expression Han Junhua's expressionless face showed to Jiang Chen, "I am AC A soldier, I hope I will be one when I die."
A flash of anger flashed across his face, and Jiang Chen took a deep breath to calm down his emotions.
"It seems that the negotiation failed." He smiled playfully and stood up.
Han Junhua responded to him with an "obviously so" look.
"very good."
With only these two words left, Jiang Chen stood up and walked out of the door.
have they gone
Looking at Jiang Chen's leaving figure. Han Junhua secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
However, to her surprise, the door opened again.
The person who came in was Xu Lu, the woman with such a pure smile that made her feel very uncomfortable.
"I don't understand why you reject our leader." Xu Lu looked at her with a smile and said.
"Are you willing to die for him?" Han Junhua said lightly.
"Of course." A sickly flush appeared on Xu Lu's cheeks. But it soon disappeared and returned to its smiling appearance.
"Then you should be able to understand me. The will for pan-Asian cooperation is my life."
Isism has risen to the level of belief, but it is not essentially different from religion. It's just that one believes in a specific god. A belief is in some lofty idea.
Xu Lu ignored her words and just said with a smile, "You are really a lucky woman."
"Yeah?"
"Of course, because the leader said he would personally train you until you surrender."
"..." Han Junhua thought he heard wrongly.
Is this a lucky thing
It can only be said that there are all kinds of people (perverts) in this world... Han Junhua said silently in his heart.
The smile on her face gradually cooled down. Xu Lu, who was wearing a white dress, looked down at her and said in a cold tone,
"From now on, your three meals a day will become two meals a day of a nutritional blend until you wake up."
"It doesn't matter." However, Han Junhua responded. Just two words: faint.
Xu Lu looked at her playfully, her eyes seeming to say: Let's see how long you can hold on.
Several female soldiers walked into the basement and removed the cotton batting from the bed and all other furniture.
"Enjoy your time in the dark room."
After leaving these words, Xu Lu turned around and walked out of the door.
... ...
It seems that it is unrealistic to expect that everything will go as one wishes. That girl Han Junhua persisted until the end. But the more she acted like this, the more interested Jiang Chen became. He still doesn't believe in this evil.
In one sentence, it can be described as a lack of training and teaching!
It just so happened that he had plenty of time to train and teach.
Putting Han Junhua's concerns aside, things in Shelter 027 were going quite smoothly.
According to Jiang Chen's instructions, every 12 noon, the soldiers from Fish Bones would drive an excavator. A two-ton load of sand is slowly poured down a vertical well.
The sand fell very slowly, but when it fell from a height of one thousand meters, it still made a loud bang on the steel elevator plate.
The explosion that lasted for about half an hour was like a spell. It haunts the hearts of every shelter resident and tortures their psychological defenses.
At this moment, there was no more festive atmosphere in the shelter.
Fear, doubt, and bewildered expressions hung on the faces of every survivor.
Trash was strewn all over the ground, and the vacant lots in the industrial area were filled with the disgusting smell of alcohol. People gather here. Waiting for Wu Yaguo's explanation.
"What's going on? Wu Yaguo, you said it! You have reached an agreement with them!" A resident standing in the front row said angrily, pointing at his nose.
It was only three days ago that he put him on the throne.
"This, you can't blame me, it's those barbarians who didn't keep their word." Faced with the doubts of the people, Wu Yaguo said with a cold sweat.
He caught a glimpse of familiar colors in those people's eyes.
This frightened him. He didn't want to become the second Han Junhua.
"Calm down, everyone, if we panic, we are playing into those people's hands." Wu Yaguo swallowed and tried desperately to calm the people's emotions.
"Calm down? How should we calm down! They want to bury us alive!" one person screamed.
"They probably won't do this. They still need our technology, including the unfinished Jagdtiger II design. They need us, and they are just bluffing." A congressman suggested tentatively.
"The elevator's load-bearing capacity is only twenty tons. If it exceeds this load-bearing limit, we will never be able to go up again."
"What was poured is sand. If the sand is removed, the elevator can still be used..."
"What's the use? Go up and surrender?"
"Damn it, these savages who don't keep their word!"
After swallowing and spitting, Wu Yaguo broke into a cold sweat and was about to say something.
However, at this moment, Feng Hui walked up to the stairs and spoke without authorization.
"Everyone... Although I know it's not my place to say this. But... if it is consumed at this rate, the energy in the shelter will only be enough for five days."
Five days!
It seemed like they had more pressing things to worry about than the sand.
Once the energy is exhausted, it only takes ten minutes to turn this place into a dead city!
Wu Yaguo glared at Feng Hui angrily. The latter shrank his neck in fear, but there was no sign of regret on his face.
Feng Hui knew that if this question was raised now, if something was done, the shelter might still be able to be saved... although his feeling was never right.
Energy shortage acts like a curse. lingering in the minds of every resident.
The carnival these days has almost exhausted their remaining energy.
"If it were Han Junhua..."
I don’t know who said this half of the sentence. The man realized his gaffe and quickly closed his mouth mid-sentence.
It's very dangerous to defend someone when everyone else hates that person.
However, he clearly miscalculated, and his point was surprisingly not refuted
"Yeah, if it's her..."
"Maybe, mind my wording, I'm just saying maybe, we might have... um. gone a little too far?"
It has to be said that the collective is forgetful.
It was only then that they remembered everything that man had done for them. If you think about it, everything she does seems to be for them. As a dictator, she does not seem to be using her dictatorship for her own personal gain.
Public opinion began to gradually turn towards sympathy for Han Junhua.
Listening to the whispers, Wu Yaguo knew that he could no longer hesitate.
If you hesitate any longer, you may become the sinner of the entire shelter!
How to give people confidence? How to get rid of one's own responsibilities in a high-sounding way.
He made a move that was predictable but extremely stupid.
"Everyone! Listen to me, listen to me! Now. We are facing the most severe test since the establishment of Shelter 027!"
Listening to his shouting, people stopped talking again and looked at him, waiting for his next words.
"I admit it. My vision is short-sighted and my knowledge is vulgar. I feel deeply sorry for my ability." Wu Yaguo lowered his eyebrows and bowed deeply to all the residents.
There were whispers, but Wu Yaguo ignored them and raised his head. He raised his arms and shouted.
"But I believe that the wisdom of the masses is great and their vision is broad!"
Facing those suspicious eyes, Wu Yaguo opened his E and typed in a few lines of code.
Everyone's E's vibrated, and then they looked at the message on the screen in surprise.
"Now! I dedicate all the power of the director of the shelter to all residents of the shelter! Everyone, technology has made absolute democracy possible. Anyone can initiate a proposal, and anyone can vote for the proposal. With the vote of the Holy Spirit, the absolutely impartial Sanctuary Terminal will recognize all this. History will remember this moment, we have made history. Thank you for your continued support, thank you... "
After saying that, Wu Yaguo fled down the stairs in despair.
The decision-making power has been distributed to everyone. The shelter no longer needs a director, everyone is the director.
The moment he escaped down the stairs, he noticed with his peripheral vision that the doubt in his pupils had been replaced by the excitement of the liberation of power.
Soon, the first proposal was released, about whether energy use should be restricted...
Academician Qin stood in the corner of the open space and sighed silently.
This sigh also sounded for a few days.
Unfortunately, no one listened.
At the same time, the last Crane particle wave shot several light-years away, carrying an experimental report stained with blood.
At this point, the mission of Shelter 027 comes to an end. (.)