As the number of members of the organization increased, they gradually accumulated a batch of weapons through the transactions with the contraband trafficking organizations outside the city. Although they were still unable to fight against the powerful Church, they had the ability to launch armed attacks in certain areas.
They had also attempted to blow up the "Bothian" pharmaceutical factory and cut off the supply of "Bothian" so that people would wake up from their state of walking corpses and overthrow the Church's rule.
However, their strength was still too weak. Several attempts had ended in failure, and they were unable to cause any substantial damage to the Church. Instead, they had suffered heavy losses.
Therefore, they had been hibernating in the dark recently, recuperating and secretly continuing to absorb awakened emotional criminals, stockpiling weapons and ammunition, and accumulating strength for the next attack.
However, this time, he did not plan to act rashly. He was prepared to take action only when he had complete confidence. After all, there were not many "Awakened," and every one of them was an important force in resisting the Church. They could not be wasted.
However, speaking of which, the number of "Awakened" who had not joined the resistance organization seemed to have decreased recently. In the past, there were at least a few people who were accidentally exposed every day and captured to be cremated. However, in the past two days, there were suddenly very few of them. Was it a coincidence, or was there some other reason?
Could the Church be plotting something?
It was no wonder that he was suspicious. Although their headquarters were hidden underground, they still lived and worked above most of the time. Although they tried their best to cover it up and pretend that they had been injected with "Bothian," there would always be flaws. There was no telling when the people around them or the patrolling soldiers would see them and discover that they had feelings.
Every day, there were brothers and sisters who were discovered for various reasons, and some were even captured right in front of them. Naturally, there was no need to mention what happened to them. Therefore, every one of them lived in a state of panic, not knowing when they would be captured by soldiers who suddenly appeared.
Even he did not know if he would live to see the day when the Church was overthrown.
At this moment, the thing that they were most worried about had suddenly decreased significantly. This was originally a good thing, but he could not help but suspect that the Church was plotting something. They were doing this on purpose to lower their guard, or perhaps they had other intentions.
Just as Jurgen was feeling uneasy due to the recent abnormalities and was thinking hard, a pleasant music suddenly sounded in the room behind him.
The voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached his ears, and he couldn't help but be stunned.
Although they also had records, the office behind him did not have a record player or any kind of music player. So, where did this music come from?
Jurgen first scanned the crowd outside, and did not find anything unusual. He then hurriedly returned to the office and searched in the direction of the voice.
The room was not big, and the decorations inside were even simpler. There was only a table, a bookshelf, and two chairs. It was easy to see at a glance.
After Jurgen walked in, his gaze landed on the desk. To be precise, it was a drawer on the right. The sound came from inside.
Jurgen walked to the desk with a solemn expression. After some hesitation, he slowly reached out and pulled open the drawer.
As the drawer was pulled open, the melodious music could be heard even more clearly. Jurgen couldn't be bothered to enjoy the music as he looked into the drawer.
He saw a palm-sized smartphone lying quietly inside. The pleasant music was coming from the phone.
The screen of the phone was lit up, and the interface of a music player was displayed on it.
Jurgen's pupils shrank when he saw the phone. He was sure that he had never seen this phone before. There was definitely no such phone in the drawer. Who put it in his desk without a sound?
The Church?
He couldn't think of anyone else other than the Church. But if that was the case, their base's location would have been exposed. This place might be heavily surrounded by troops, and in the next moment, priests would rush in and start a massacre!
At the thought of this, Jurgen's forehead couldn't help but be covered in a layer of sweat. His eyes also began to fluctuate intensely.
Are we going to die just like that? He really couldn't accept this!
He hadn't even overthrown the Church and rescued everyone. He really couldn't accept this failure.
However, after a long time, there was still no movement outside. Obviously, nothing out of the ordinary had happened. Jurgen couldn't help but calm down.
No!
If it really was the Church, they wouldn't have done anything unnecessary. There was no point in putting a phone in his desk, other than alerting the enemy. But if it wasn't the Church, who else could it be?
The contraband trafficking organizations outside the city? Putting aside the fact that they didn't have the ability to discover their base, even if they did, they wouldn't have the ability to put a phone in his drawer without a sound.
After all, as the leader of the resistance organization, although he didn't have a high status and power and was equal to the others, he was still in charge of leading the resistance organization. There were many confidential documents in his office, so his office was not only locked, but also guarded by people.
As for betrayal by his own people, that was even more impossible. Anyone who was recruited into the resistance organization and could come to this underground base was absolutely trustworthy.
They had the same ideal and goal, which was to overthrow the Church's dictatorship and restore freedom. For this, they were willing to sacrifice themselves!
What was the point of living if they couldn't live freely under the sun?
Therefore, the people in their organization were all brave warriors who didn't fear death. Those who were afraid of death would either obediently inject 'Bosnian' and become obedient walking corpses, or find a way to escape the city and drag out an ignoble existence.
As for the contraband trafficking organizations outside the city, although they were all desperadoes, they were after better food and resources. These were exactly what the citizens of the city didn't lack, so it was even more impossible for them to be bribed.
Who could it be?!
The more he thought about it, the more confused Jurgen's mind became. No matter how hard he thought, he couldn't figure it out. The sweat on his forehead increased and flowed down his forehead.
At this moment, the music on the phone suddenly stopped. The image on the phone also changed into a chat box. Then, a line of text suddenly appeared on it. Still troubled by not being able to find the latest chapter? Amway Public Number: r/d/444
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