The riots took place at night.

Although in a shelter where the sun does not shine, the concept of night does not exist.

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

No one can afford to sleep with a sharp knife hanging over their head that could fall at any moment. The vents, which no one had injected in twenty years, were now black muzzles.

The muzzle of the gun is ingrained in people's hearts.

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

The security forces numbered no more than 100 in total, surveillance was very limited, and most of the soldiers were born from shelters. They don't have any sense of belonging to PAC, and they miss the amiable old director more than Han Junhua, who is not close to people. For those who are fighting, they not only feel sympathy, but even support their positions.

Such sympathy for transgression of discipline is impossible in the army of the PAC, but they are not the army after all.

The residents' council was formed again, and although there was no authorization for the shelter terminal, it was embraced by all the inhabitants. Under the leadership of former parliamentarian Wu Yaguo, a program of action was passed down by word of mouth among survivors in the name of justice.

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

This plan began to brew among a small number of people at the beginning of the rumor spread. However, Han Junhua didn't know anything about what happened between the people.

External worries have been settled.

Eradicate internal troubles in one fell swoop!

First of all, it's the broken sword!

The power system suddenly fails. The emergency mechanism to replace the backup power supply was triggered. Although the power outage caused by this power switch is only a short ten minutes, it is ten minutes. Enough is enough for a lot to happen.

The entire vault was in sudden darkness.

The elevator was stuck underground, thus completely cutting off communication between the underground and the surface. The power engine of the shelter gate was destroyed by maintenance workers. It eliminates the possibility of Han Junhua closing the door. In the face of the defection of some of the security forces, all the residents were evacuated to the halls of the shelter. In this way, even if the power supply was restored after ten minutes, Han Junhua would not be able to put hypnotic gas in the entire shelter.

The sword that hung over everyone's heads had been completely removed.

And then there's the punishment!

Eighty per cent of the security forces chose to defect to the interim parliament, and 20 per cent of the former PAC security forces pledged allegiance. A fierce gun battle broke out between the two sides on the main road of the Vault, advancing towards the Vault Director's office.

The inhabitants first seized the arsenal. Then the confinement chamber was liberated. Like the storming of the Bastille, the united inhabitants liberated the repressed warriors. The warriors cheered and began to arm themselves with the weapons they had been distributed.

More than two hundred inhabitants in gas masks, armed with automatic rifles, joined the battle. The scales of victory slammed into the side of all the inhabitants of the Vault.

Tian Feng led the last ten soldiers to resist to the death, and they were the first to enter the shelter. Twenty years ago, they were a group of young men who had just joined the army, and now they were old enough to be discharged. They had prepared for the worst, such as confronting NATO soldiers who had trespassed into the vault.

However, they never imagined that at the last moment of the mission. They were confronted by the inhabitants they were guarding.

The feeling of fratricide is suffocating.

Tian Feng pulled the trigger desperately, he tried not to think about the names of those faces.

And yet he couldn't.

In the scope, he saw his neighbor's child, and he remembered that the young man had said that he was going to be a botanist. Wait until the day the shelter opens, and see how tenacious the grass growing on the radiant soil is.

And yet he is dead. Collapsed in a pool of blood that had not yet cooled.

And him, and him. And even her

"Ahhh

Finally someone couldn't stand the mental torture anymore, and a soldier rushed out of bunker. Shooting frantically with a rifle.

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

He died, but there was no pain on his face.

A punch slammed into the wall of the bunker, and Tian Feng gasped, his chest rising and falling violently.

"Damn it--cough, cough-cough!" a mouthful of spit mixed with blood splashed on the wall.

He didn't know who to curse or who to be cursed for.

The boisterous bullets drowned out all sounds.

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.

It's too weak.

Not even a small-scale regional conflict.

Prior to the war, she commanded an airborne mechanized brigade to suppress a NATO-orchestrated riot at the PAC border. The prowler's flesh was far worse than this hell, and she didn't know how many times she had seen it.

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

Academician Qin stood beside her, looking out the window in the same silence.

At this moment, the trembling figure and the young figure formed a stark contrast.

It's like a father and a daughter.

After a long time, Han Junhua opened his mouth and asked, "Aren't you standing on the side of the people?"

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

"Really?" Han Junhua looked at the old man with some surprise.

Because the truth is often the most difficult to accept, and those who seek it are often lonely. ”

"That's a shame. Han Junhua silently looked out the window.

Sparks of warheads leaped between the icy steel, flickering in the center of a pair of angry pupils. The soldiers who remained loyal to her were losing ground and were no longer available in terms of supplies.

"Human nature is a burden to survival. But if it weren't for this burden, civilization would not have been born. ”

"You mean to say. Am I wrong?" said Han Junhua very calmly.

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

That's right. But isn't it correct? Han Junhua chewed on this sentence repeatedly in her heart, although she knew that there was not much point in thinking about this question now.

After being silent for a long time, Han Junhua opened his mouth and asked, "Actually, you knew from the beginning that this would be the result, right?"

He will always be more reticent than anyone else, but he will always see more than anyone else.

She was skeptical.

Academician Qin did not deny it, but the smile on his face was a little bitter.

"Well, I don't deny it. ”

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

"I thought you found out. Academician Qin sighed.

Han Junhua waited for the old man's next step. But he found that he had stopped talking.

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

Academician Qin just responded to her with silence.

"I've been thinking about a question for a long time. Is the person who will be the director of the shelter carefully considered?"

"You can think so. Academician Qin said softly.

"I used the Vault's supercomputer to re-model the population growth curve and the rate of energy consumption, but I was surprised that the Vault didn't have enough energy from the start, right?"

Academician Qin did not answer.

But at this point, silence is often synonymous with acquiescence.

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

Long. Academician Qin sighed and said softly.

"Can't you make it to the end?"

There was a hint of pleading in the voice.

"Good. Han Junhua replied lightly.

Academician Qin asked in surprise.

"Aren't you afraid?"

Han Junhua shook his head.

"Death only. ”

Outside the window, Tian Feng had already fallen.

He leaned against the wall with one hand. Blood dripped down his cuffs.

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

Maybe the magazine is empty. The muzzle of the black hole didn't erupt flames for a long time.

At this moment, a mob rushed in front of him. Wielding a fire axe, he slashed off his head. Blood dripped down the blade. The "hero" enjoyed the cheers and hugs of the crowd.

He held high the mighty arm, the bloody battle axe, like the torch of Lady Liberty.

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

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

It's like the smile of Lady Liberty.

Human nature is a burden to survival, but if it were not for this burden, civilization would not have been born. But the birth of civilization will inevitably be accompanied by bloody barbarism.

She seemed to understand something, but in the face of the survival of the entire civilization, one person's comprehension could not change anything.

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

Academician Qin was silent.

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

Walking to the window, her hand lightly touched the bulletproof glass. The blade of the axe slammed into the glass, as if in a demonstration, where her fingers were touched.

Feeling the fluttering of her fingertips like cicada wings, she asked slowly.

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

"Yes. ”

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

The mob outside the window saw that they couldn't open the door to the office, so they brought in welding guns. From the crowd, she saw Wu Yaguo's face and saw the bruises on his face.

"If you put gas at this time, there is a chance that you will kill the people outside the door. Academician Qin suddenly spoke.

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

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

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

Sample: Will a sane dictator in his final moments of overthrow go in a frenzied way to choose to die with everyone?

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

"I'm not going to do that. ”

Results: No.

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

At the end of this smile.

The door collapsed with a bang. (To be continued.) )