I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World Chapter 310: Deep buried in the darkness

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The riot occurred at night.

Although in the refuge where the sun cannot shine, there is no concept of night.

It was less than five hours before the security forces forced the dispersal of the residents of the industrial zone, and the shelter of the shelter was filled with protesters.

No one can tolerate a sharp knife that may fall at any time while sleeping. Those vents that no one has ever noticed in the past two decades have now become a muzzle of black holes.

The muzzle rooted in people's hearts.

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

The total number of security forces is not more than 100. The surveillance force is very limited, and most soldiers were born from the shelter. They don't have any sense of belonging to PAC. Compared with the unappropriate Han Junhua, they miss the amiable old director more. For those who are fighting, they not only feel sympathy, they even hold a supportive attitude.

This kind of sympathy that transcends discipline is impossible in the PAC army, but they are not the army after all.

The resident council was established again. Although there is no authorization for the shelter terminal, it is supported by all residents. Under the leadership of former parliamentarian Wu Yaguo, in the name of justice, a program of action was passed on from word to word among survivors.

Overthrow the dictatorship in 1 hour! Renegotiate in 1 hour!

This plan was brewing among a small number of people at the beginning of the rumor. However, Han Junhua knew nothing about what happened between the people.

External concerns are fixed.

Eradicate internal diseases here!

First of all, the broken sword!

A sudden failure of the power system triggered an emergency mechanism to replace the backup power supply. Although the power interruption caused by the power switch is only ten minutes, these ten minutes are enough for many things to happen.

The entire refuge is in sudden darkness.

The elevator was stuck underground, which completely cut off the communication between the underground and the surface. The power engine of the refuge gate was destroyed by maintenance workers, eliminating the possibility of Han Junhua closing the gate. All the residents were evacuated to the shelter of the refuge in the presence of some security forces. In this way, even if the power supply was restored after ten minutes, Han Junhua put hypnotic gas in the entire refuge, to no avail.

The sword hanging above everyone ’s head has been completely removed.

Next, it is discipline!

80% of the security forces chose to go to the Provisional Parliament, and 20% of the former PAC security forces vowed to die. Fierce shootouts broke out on the main roads of the refuge, and the two sides advanced to the refuge director's office.

The residents first occupied the arsenal and then liberated the confinement room. Like the capture of the Bastille, the united residents liberated the suppressed warriors. The warriors cheered and began to arm themselves with the distributed weapons.

More than 200 residents with gas masks and automatic rifles joined the battle. The balance of victory hit the residents of the refuge side.

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

However, they never imagined that at the last moment of the mission, they faced the residents they guarded.

The feeling of crippling hands is suffocating.

Tian Feng pulled the trigger desperately. He tried not to think about the name of the face.

However, he cannot do it.

In the sight, he saw the child in his neighbor ’s house. He still remembers the young man who once said: He is going to be a botanist and wait till the refuge is opened to see the growing soil What kind of stubbornness does the little grass above live?

However, he was dead and fell into the pool of blood that had not been cooled.

There is him, there is him, and even she ...

"Ah!"

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

"Damn it! Come back!" However, Tian Feng failed to hold him, staring at the comrade-in-arms and being shot out of the blood hole by the mob bullets.

He is dead, but there is no pain on his face.

A fist hit the wall of the bunker fiercely, Tian Feng gasped heavily, his chest undulating violently.

"Damn—cough, cough—!" A spit mixed with blood splashed on the wall.

He does n’t know who to curse, nor who should be cursed.

The noisy bullets covered up all the sounds.

At this moment, everyone is dumb.

......

In the director's office, through bulletproof glass, Han Junhua silently watched the war close by.

It is too weak.

Not even small-scale regional conflicts.

Before the war, she commanded an airborne mechanical brigade and suppressed a riot that was planned by NATO on the border of the PAC. The wanderer crushed the flesh and blood, which was far worse than this tragic hell, she did not know to see it many times.

But somehow, she felt a heartache at the moment.

Academician Qin stood beside her and stared silently out the window.

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

It ’s like father and daughter.

For a long time, Han Junhua asked, "Are n’t you standing over the people?"

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

"Is it?" Han Junhua looked at the old man with wind and candle in surprise.

"Because truth is often the most unacceptable, people who seek it are often lonely."

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

The sparks of the warhead jumped between the cold steel, flashing in the middle of a pair of angry pupils. The soldiers who are still loyal to her are losing ground, as far as supplies are concerned, they no longer have it.

"Human nature is the burden of survival, but if it is not for this burden, civilization cannot be born."

"Are you trying to say, am I wrong?" Han Junhua said frankly.

"You are not wrong, but not correct."

Yes, but is it incorrect? Han Junhua chewed this sentence over and over in her heart, although she knew it was meaningless to think about it now.

After a long silence, Han Junhua asked, "Actually, have you known that this will be the result right from the beginning?"

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

She doubted it.

Academician Qin did not deny that the smile on his face was bitter.

"Well, I do n’t deny it."

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

"I thought you discovered it long ago." Academician Qin sighed.

Han Junhua waited for the old man's following, but found that he no longer spoke.

"Can't you tell me why even at the last minute?" Han Junhua asked.

Academician Qin only responded to her with silence.

"I have been thinking about a question from before. Was the candidate for the refuge carefully selected?"

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

"I used the supercomputer of the refuge to re-establish the mathematical model of the population growth curve and the rate of energy consumption, but the results obtained surprised me ... From the beginning, the refuge ’s Energy is not enough, right? "

Academician Qin did not answer.

At this time, silence is often equivalent to default.

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

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

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

In the voice, there was a pleading.

"Okay." Han Junhua replied lightly.

Academician Qin asked in surprise.

"Are n’t you afraid?"

Han Junhua shook his head.

"It ’s just death."

Outside the window, Tian Feng has fallen.

He was holding the wall with one hand, blood dripping down his cuff.

Struggling, he raised his pistol and aimed at it with his left eye obscured by blood.

Perhaps the magazine was empty, and the black hole's muzzle did not emit flames for a while.

At this time, a mob rushed in front of him, brandishing a fire axe and severely cutting off his head. The blood dripped down the edge of the axe, and the "hero" enjoyed the cheers and hugs of everyone.

He held up his powerful arm, the **** battle axe, like the torch of the Statue of Liberty.

Han Junhua watched this last scene quietly through bulletproof glass.

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

It's like a smile from the Statue of Liberty.

Human nature is the burden of survival, but if it is not for this burden, civilization cannot be born. But the birth of civilization will be accompanied by **** barbarism.

She seems to understand something, but in the presence of the entire civilization, one's understanding cannot change anything.

"At the end of the mission, may I ask you the last question?" Han Junhua said blankly, facing him.

Academician Qin is silent.

"Then I will be your default." Han Junhua continued.

Going to the window, her hand lightly touched the bulletproof glass. The edge of the axe slammed into the glass violently, like a demonstration at the position where her finger touched.

Feeling the cicada-like tremor from her fingertips, she asked slowly.

"Is the glass of this window constructed in accordance with laboratory standards?"

"Yes."

Although there are only two words, Han Junhua ’s cold heart feels a solace.

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

"If you put gas at this time, there is a certain chance of killing people outside the door." Academician Qin suddenly said.

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

Academician Qin no longer spoke, but gave her the final choice.

It was like a pale experiment report before her.

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

Closed his eyes, Han Junhua thought for a moment.

"I won't do this."

Experiment result: No.

"Uh." Academician Qin nodded, a smile of relief on his face.

At the end of this smile.

The door collapsed. (To be continued.)