The riot happened at night.
Although in the fallout shelter where sunlight couldn't reach, the concept of night didn't exist.
It was less than five hours since the security force forcefully dispersed the residents in the industrial zone, and the detention room of the fallout shelter was filled with protesters.
No one could bear to sleep with a knife hanging over their head that could fall at any time. The vents, which had not been filled in for twenty years, had now become pitch-black muzzles.
Muzzles rooted in people's hearts.
Reality proved that when everyone couldn't endure the same problem, people would become braver than they thought.
The security force only had a total of one hundred people. The surveillance power was very limited, and most of the soldiers were born in the fallout shelter. They didn't have any sense of belonging to PAC. Compared to the unreasonable Han Junhua, they missed the amiable old director more. To the residents who resisted, not only did they feel sympathy, but they even supported them from a standpoint.
This kind of sympathy that went beyond the rules would never appear in the PAC army, but they weren't an army.
The resident council was once again established. Although it wasn't authorized by the fallout shelter terminal, it was supported by all residents. Under the leadership of former representative Wu Yaguo, in the name of justice, a plan of action was passed among the survivors.
Use one hour to overthrow the dictatorship! Use one hour to renegotiate!
When the rumors began to spread, a small number of people began to brew this plan. But Han Junhua didn't know anything about what happened among the residents.
The external problem was solved.
Eradicating the internal threat was now!
First, it was the broken sword!
The power system suddenly malfunctioned and triggered the emergency mechanism to replace the backup power. Although the power outage caused by the power switch only lasted for a short ten minutes, it was enough for a lot of things to happen.
The entire fallout shelter was suddenly shrouded in darkness.
The elevator was stuck underground, completely cutting off the connection between the underground and the surface. The power engine of the fallout shelter's door was destroyed by maintenance workers, which eliminated the possibility of Han Junhua closing the door. Under the sudden change of the security force, all residents retreated to the hall of the fallout shelter. Therefore, even if the power was restored ten minutes later, it would be useless for Han Junhua to release the hypnotic gas throughout the fallout shelter.
The sword hanging above everyone's heads had been completely removed.
Then, it was punishment!
80% of the security force chose to side with the interim council, and 20% of the former PAC security force pledged their loyalty. The two sides engaged in a fierce gunfight on the main road of the fallout shelter as they advanced toward the fallout shelter leader's office.
The residents first occupied the armory, and then liberated the confinement room. Just like when the Bastille was captured, the united residents liberated the suppressed warriors. The warriors cheered and began to arm themselves with the weapons that had been distributed.
More than two hundred residents armed with automatic rifles and gas masks joined the battle. The scales of victory heavily smashed onto the side of all the fallout shelter residents.
Tian Feng led the last ten soldiers to resist. They were the first batch of soldiers to enter the fallout shelter. Twenty years ago, they were still a group of young men who had just joined the army. Now, they had reached the age of retirement. They had prepared for the worst, such as facing the NATO soldiers who invaded the fallout shelter.
However, they never thought that at the last moment of their mission, they would be facing the residents they had been protecting.
The feeling of fratricide was suffocating.
Tian Feng pulled the trigger with all his might. He tried not to think about the names of those faces.
But he couldn't do it.
In the scope, he saw his neighbor's child. He remembered that the boy once said that he wanted to become a botanist. When the fallout shelter opened, he would go and see the grass growing on the radioactive soil. He wanted to see what kind of tenacity it had.
But he was already dead. He fell into the pool of blood that had yet to cool down.
And him, and him, and even her …
"AHHHH!"
Finally, someone couldn't withstand the mental torture. A soldier rushed out of the bunker and fired crazily.
"DAMMIT! COME BACK! " But Tian Feng didn't manage to pull him back. He watched as his comrade was riddled with bloody holes by the mob's bullets.
He died, but there was no pain on his face.
Tian Feng punched the wall of the bunker. He breathed heavily as his chest violently rose and fell.
"DAMMIT! Cough, cough, cough! "A mouthful of spittle mixed with blood splashed onto the wall.
He didn't know who to curse, and he didn't know who to curse.
The noise of bullets covered all sounds.
At this moment, everyone was mute.
…
Inside the director's office, through the bulletproof glass, Han Junhua silently watched the war close at hand.
Too weak.
It couldn't even be considered a small-scale regional conflict.
Before the war, she once commanded an airborne mechanical brigade to suppress a riot planned by NATO at the PAC border. Wanderers ran over flesh and blood. She didn't know how many times she had seen a hell far more brutal than this.
But for some reason, she felt a trace of heartache at this moment.
Academician Qin stood beside her and also stared out the window in silence.
At this moment, the trembling figure and the young figure formed a sharp contrast.
Just like a father and daughter.
After a long time, Han Junhua asked, "Are you not going to stand on the side of the people?"
Academician Qin shook his head. "I stand on the side of truth."
"Is that so?" Han Junhua looked at the old man in surprise.
"Because the truth is often the hardest for people to accept, and the people who pursue the truth are often lonely."
"That's regrettable." Han Junhua silently looked out the window.
The sparks from the bullets bounced between the cold steel and flashed in the center of the angry pupils. The soldiers still loyal to her were losing ground. In terms of supplies, they no longer had what they needed.
"Human nature is the burden of survival, but if it wasn't for this burden, civilization wouldn't have been born."
"Are you trying to say that I'm wrong?" Han Junhua said calmly.
"You're not wrong, but it's not correct."
[Yes, but not correct?] Han Junhua repeated this sentence in her mind, although she knew it was meaningless to think about this question.
After a moment of silence, Han Junhua asked, "In fact, from the beginning, you knew this would be the result, right?"
He was always more silent than anyone, but he always saw things more thoroughly than anyone else.
She suspected.
Academician Qin didn't deny it, but the smile on his face was somewhat bitter.
"Mhmm, I don't deny it."
"Why?" Han Junhua didn't look at him as she continued to ask with an emotionless voice.
"I thought you already knew." Academician Qin sighed.
Han Junhua waited for the old man to continue, but he didn't speak anymore.
"Even at the last moment, you can't tell me the reason?" Han Junhua asked.
Academician Qin only responded to her with silence.
"I've been thinking about a problem since long ago. Was the candidate for the fallout shelter leader carefully selected? "
"You can think of it that way," Academician Qin said softly.
"I used the fallout shelter's supercomputer to recreate the mathematical model of the population growth curve and energy consumption rate, but the result surprised me … From the beginning, the energy of the fallout shelter wasn't enough, right?"
Academician Qin didn't answer.
But at this time, silence was equivalent to agreement.
Seeing the expression on Han Junhua's face, he knew she already guessed it.
After a long time, Academician Qin sighed and said softly.
"Can't you carry out the mission to the end?"
In that voice, there was a hint of pleading.
"Okay," Han Junhua replied emotionlessly.
Academician Qin asked in shock.
"Aren't you afraid?"
Han Junhua shook her head.
"It's just death."
Outside the window, Tian Feng already collapsed.
He held the wall with one hand as blood dripped down his sleeve.
Struggling, he raised the pistol and aimed with his left eye blurred by blood.
Perhaps the clip was empty, the black muzzle didn't spit out any flames.
Then, a rioter rushed in front of him, waved the fire axe, and chopped off his head. Blood dripped down the blade. The "hero" enjoyed the cheers and hugs of the crowd.
He raised his powerful arm, the bloody axe, like the torch of the Statue of Liberty.
Through the bulletproof glass, Han Junhua quietly watched the last scene.
She noticed that the man with the axe was grinning at her.
It was like the smile of the Statue of Liberty.
Human nature was the burden of survival, but if it weren't for this burden, civilization wouldn't have been born. But the birth of civilization must be accompanied by bloody savagery.
She seemed to have understood something, but in the face of the survival of the entire civilization, one person's understanding couldn't change anything.
"At the end of the mission, can I ask you one last question?" Han Junhua looked into his eyes and said expressionlessly.
Academician Qin was silent.
"Then I'll assume you agree," Han Junhua continued.
She walked in front of the window and her hand gently touched the bulletproof glass. The axe slammed into the glass, and as if demonstrating, it landed on the spot her finger touched.
She felt the cicada-like vibration from her fingertips as she slowly asked.
"The glass of this window, was it built according to the laboratory standard?"
"Yes."
Although it was only two words, it made Han Junhua's cold heart feel a sense of comfort.
The rioters outside the window saw they couldn't open the office door, so they brought in a welding torch. From the crowd, she saw Wu Yaguo's face and the bruise on his face.
"If you release the gas at this time, there is a certain chance of killing the people outside the door," Academician Qin suddenly said.
"Is this also part of the experiment?" Han Junhua asked.
Academician Qin didn't speak anymore as he gave the final choice to her.
Like a pale experiment report, it was placed in front of her.
Sample: At the last moment of being overthrown, would a rational dictator choose to die with everyone?
Han Junhua closed her eyes and seriously thought for a moment.
"I won't do that."
Experiment result: No.
"Mhmm." Academician Qin nodded as a comforting smile appeared on his face.
At the end of the smile.
The door collapsed.
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