Chapter 310 The Darkness Buried Deep Underground

The riots took place at night.

Although the concept of night does not exist in the refuge where the sun cannot shine.

Less than five hours after security forces forcibly dispersed residents of the industrial zone, the shelter's brigade was filled with protesters.

No one can bear to sleep with a sharp knife hanging over his head that may fall at any time. Those air vents that no one has been filling in for 20 years are now the muzzles of a bunch of black holes.

Rooted in the muzzle of people's hearts.

It turns out that when everyone can't stand the same problem, people can be braver than they think.

There are only a hundred people in the security force, and the surveillance force is very limited, and most of the soldiers were born from shelters. They don't have any sense of belonging to each other, and they miss the amiable old director more than the unkind Han Junhua. Not only do they feel sympathy for those protesting residents, they even hold a supportive attitude in their positions.

This kind of sympathy beyond discipline is impossible in the Chinese army, but they are not the army after all.

The residents' council was established again, and although it did not have the authorization of the shelter terminal, it was supported by all residents. Under the leadership of former member Wu Yaguo, in the name of justice, an action plan was passed on among the survivors.

Overthrow the dictatorship in 1 hour! Use 1 hour to renegotiate!

This plan has been brewing among a small number of people since the rumors spread. However, Han Junhua knew nothing about what happened among the people.

External worries have been fixed.

Eradicating internal troubles in one fell swoop!

First of all, it is the Broken Sword!

The power system suddenly failed, triggering the emergency mechanism to replace the backup power supply. Although the power outage caused by this power switch is only a short ten minutes, but these ten minutes are enough for many things to happen.

The entire refuge was in sudden darkness.

The elevator was stuck underground, thus completely cutting off the communication between the underground and the surface. The power engine of the refuge gate was damaged by maintenance workers, preventing Han Junhua from closing the gate. Under the defection of some security forces, all residents evacuated to the hall of the shelter. In this way, even if the power supply is restored after ten minutes. Han Junhua threw hypnotic gas in the entire refuge, but it didn't help.

The sword hanging over everyone's head,

has been completely removed.

Next, is punishment!

80% of the security forces chose to fall to the provisional parliament. 20% of the former security forces pledged their allegiance to the death. A fierce gun battle erupted between the two sides on the main thoroughfare of the shelter, advancing towards the office of the shelter director.

The residents first occupied the arsenal and then liberated the brig. Like the storming of the Bastille, the united population liberated the repressed warriors. The warriors cheered and began to arm themselves with the distributed weapons.

More than two hundred gas masks. Residents armed with automatic rifles joined the fray. The balance of victory slammed heavily on the side of all the residents of the refuge.

Tian Feng led the last ten soldiers to resist. They were the first soldiers to enter the shelter. Twenty years ago, they were a group of young men who had just joined the army, and now they have reached the age to be discharged. They had prepared for the worst, such as facing soldiers who invaded the shelter.

However, they never expected that at the last moment of their mission, they would face the residents they were guarding.

The feeling of brotherhood is suffocating.

Tian Feng desperately pulled the trigger, trying not to think about the names of the faces.

But he couldn't.

In the scope, he saw his neighbor's child, and he still remembered that the boy once said: He wants to be a botanist. Wait until the day the shelter opens, to see how tenacious the grass growing on the irradiated soil is alive.

However, he was already dead, lying in the pool of blood that had not yet cooled.

And him, and him, and even her...

"Ahhh!"

Finally someone couldn't stand the mental torture. A soldier rushed out of the bunker and fired wildly with his rifle.

"Damn it! Come back!" However, Tian Feng couldn't hold him back, and watched the comrade in arms, shot several bloody holes by the bullets of the mob.

he died. But there is no pain on the face.

He punched hard on the wall of the bunker, Tian Feng gasped heavily, his chest heaving violently.

"Damn—! Cough, cough cough—!" A mouthful of spit mixed with blood splashed onto the wall.

He didn't know whom to curse. I don't know who should be cursed.

The clatter of bullets drowned out all sound.

At this moment, everyone is dumb.

 …

In the director's office, through the bulletproof glass, Han Junhua silently watched the war that was close at hand.

too weak.

Not even small regional conflicts.

Before the war, she had commanded an airborne mechanical brigade and suppressed a planned riot on the border. The prowler's crushed flesh. It was far worse than this hell, she had seen it many times.

But for some reason, she felt a bit of heartache at this moment.

Academician Qin stood beside her, also staring out the window in silence.

At this moment, the trembling figure formed a sharp contrast with this young figure.

Just like father and daughter.

After a long time, Han Junhua asked, "Aren't you going to stand on the side of the people?"

Academician Qin shook his head, "I'm on the side of the truth."

"Really?" Han Junhua looked at the old man in his dying years with some surprise.

"Because the truth is often the most difficult to accept, and those who pursue the truth are often lonely."

"That's really regrettable." Han Junhua silently looked out the window.

The sparks of the warhead jumped between the cold steel and flickered in the center of the angry pupils. The soldiers still loyal to her were retreating, and as far as supplies were concerned, they no longer had them.

"Human nature is a burden to existence, but without this burden, civilization would not have been born."

"You want to say, am I wrong?" Han Junhua said calmly.

"You're not wrong, but you're not right."

True, but incorrect? Han Junhua chewed this sentence repeatedly in her heart, although she knew that it was pointless to think about this question now.

After a long silence, Han Junhua asked. "Actually, you knew this would happen from the very beginning, right?"

He is always taciturn than anyone else, but he is always more thorough than anyone else.

She doubted it.

Academician Qin didn't deny it, but the smile on his face was a bit bitter.

"Well. I don't deny it."

"Why?" Han Junhua didn't look at him, but continued to ask in that voice that could not hear any emotion.

"I thought you had already discovered it." Academician Qin sighed.

Han Junhua waited for the old man's next words, but found that he had stopped talking.

"Even at the last moment, can't you tell me the reason?" Han Junhua asked.

Academician Qin just responded to her with silence.

"I've been thinking about a question since before. Has the candidate for the shelter director been carefully considered?"

"You can think so." Academician Qin said softly.

"I used the shelter's supercomputer to re-establish the mathematical model on the population growth curve and energy consumption rate, but the results surprised me... From the very beginning, the shelter's energy was not enough yes, right?"

Academician Qin did not answer.

But at this time, silence is often equivalent to acquiescence.

Seeing the expression on Han Junhua's face, he knew that she had vaguely guessed it.

After a long time, Academician Qin sighed and said softly.

"Can't you carry on the mission to the end?"

There was a hint of pleading in that voice.

"Okay." Han Junhua replied lightly.

Academician Qin asked in surprise.

"Aren't you afraid?"

Han Junhua shook his head.

"It's just death."

Outside the window, Tian Feng had already collapsed.

He leaned on the wall with one hand. Blood dripped down his cuff.

Struggling, he raised his pistol and aimed it with his blood-smeared left eye.

Perhaps the magazine was empty, and the black muzzle of the gun did not emit flames for a long time.

At this time, a mob rushed in front of him, brandished a fire axe, and severely chopped off his head. Blood dripped down the ax blade, and the "hero" enjoyed everyone's cheers and hugs.

He held up that mighty arm, that bloody tomahawk, like the torch of the Statue of Liberty.

Through bulletproof glass. Han Junhua watched the last scene quietly.

She noticed that the man with the tomahawk was grinning at her.

Like the smile of the Statue of Liberty.

Human nature is a burden to existence, but without this burden, civilization would not have been born. But the birth of civilization. It will be accompanied by bloody brutality.

She seems to understand something, but in the face of the continuation of the entire civilization, one person's comprehension cannot change anything.

"At the end of the mission, can I ask you one last question?" Looking at him, Han Junhua said blankly.

Academician Qin was silent.

"Then I'll take it as your default." Han Junhua continued.

Walking to the window, her hand lightly touched the bulletproof glass. The ax blade slammed into the glass. Like a demonstration, it hit the spot where her finger touched.

Feeling the trembling like cicada wings from her fingertips, she asked slowly.

"Is the glass of this window constructed according to laboratory standards?"

"Yes."

Although there were only two words, it made Han Junhua's cold heart feel a little bit of comfort.

The mob outside the window saw that they could not open the door of the office, so they brought in electric welding torches. From the crowd, she saw Wu Yaguo's face and the bruise on his face.

"If you release gas at this time, there is a certain chance that people outside the door will be killed." Academician Qin said suddenly.

"Is this part of the experiment?" Han Junhua asked.

Academician Qin didn't speak anymore, but just handed over the final choice to her.

It was like a pale experiment report, placed in front of her.

Sample: At the last moment of being overthrown, would a sane dictator madly choose to die with everyone?

Closing his eyes, Han Junhua thought seriously for a moment.

"I won't do that."

Experimental result: no.

"En." Academician Qin nodded, with a relieved smile on his face.

At the end of this smile.

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