The word boss has many meanings, it may refer to the leader of a gang, the eldest son of a family, or simply a rugged-looking Northeast man. However, in Iron Heart, the boss has another name: branch secretary, who is generally the leader of a certain regional organization in Iron Heart.

Just because the number one leader is called the boss, the state organs have long thought that Iron Heart is a gang-related organization among prosthetic workers, and has not attracted much attention.

Only recently did the relevant authorities pay attention to another feature of this organization. The Iron Heart Center was badly damaged and almost completely destroyed, but the cadres carrying the fire escaped and spread throughout the country.

Coming to this southern city is one of them.

The boss of this branch looked at the key members gathered in front of him, and his expression was calm.

"We fought with them, and the gap in prosthetic performance was made up by quantity!" Someone suggested indignantly.

The boss waved his hand slightly: "No, then we will be labeled a terrorist." In the future, we will inevitably take drastic action, but for now, we must first establish our own image of public opinion. Don't resist, even if you are treated roughly, you must bear with it, and let everyone return to work tomorrow. ”

"Aren't we going to mobilize the workers for nothing?" Someone asked, "What's the point of us working so hard?" ”

The boss cocked up his finger and tapped his temple: "Of course it makes sense, comrade, make good use of your brain." When we mobilized the workers, those comrades who still had illusions, will they still have the same illusions now? Do those comrades who want to take the middle way, who think that as long as they endure and get power, still believe so much? The effect has been achieved, and I'm not worried about them clearing the field at all, I'm worried about them not clearing the field. Now that everyone sees the reality clearly, more people will follow us. ”

At this time, someone said: "I am afraid it will be very difficult for comrades to return to work tomorrow now, and everyone's thinking will not be able to turn around......

"So we have to do everyone's work, and the resumption of work can protect our organization to the greatest extent, and at the same time, the construction of the orbital elevator is extremely beneficial to us, because in outer space, we with prosthetics and auxiliary computers are much stronger than natural people, and space development will inevitably use a large number of prosthetic people, and natural people are not competent for this work."

After the boss finished speaking, he looked around at the cadres he had developed in the past few months, and no one had any opinions this time.

He nodded with satisfaction: "Very good, now you leave here immediately and return to your own branch through the secret passage." The Heart of Steel is burning. ”

"Full engine oil is boiling!"

After a brief salute, the crowd turned to leave, and one of them suddenly remembered something, turned back and asked, "Boss, what about you?" ”

"I'll walk out of here after you leave and loudly announce that I'm the organizer of the strike, they have a list, I'm on it."

Everyone stopped and looked at the boss.

"When you catch me, they will be satisfied, and you will be out of danger. Of course, a few of you may be fired, but it doesn't matter, so that you can go somewhere else with the faith of the Iron Heart, and wherever you go, the branch will be established, and as long as there are prosthetic people, there will be the pulse of the Iron Heart. Don't worry, although all the reactionary forces will unite to strangle us, and the struggle will be hard, we must believe that history and time are on our side. ”

The cadres nodded silently.

"Let's go." The Boss waved his hand.

Everyone quickly left the room, and when they opened the door, they could hear the noise of clearing the room outside.

After everyone left, the boss went to a small room next to him, where several injured prosthetic people were seated. The wounded tried to stand up, but was stopped by the boss waving his hand.

"I have wronged you, comrades."

"It's okay, we're volunteering for this task." The wounded were indifferent, even though some of them looked badly wounded—after all, it was prosthetics who had injured them.

"Comrades," the boss patted the shoulder of the wounded man closest to him, "it will be painful for you in the future, because you will be hostile to your comrades, and you will be regarded as cowards and traitors, but it is necessary. You are the only ones who stand up against the strike, and those who have injured you, as well as those who are watching all this, will testify to this, so the Construction Command will reuse you. Coupled with the fact that you are all excellent mechanical engineers, it is likely that you will be selected from among you to go to the first space station built by humanity with a large number of non-scientists. There will be a lot of prosthetics like us on that space station, mobilize them, and build branches on the space station. In the branch, there must be not only prosthetic people, but also scientific researchers who sympathize with us, and scientific researchers are our natural allies. ”

The boss patted the shoulder of the person next to him again, and then pressed his left chest with his hand: "The heart of steel is burning." ”

"Full of oil is boiling."

This time it was a deep but firm voice that responded to him.

Then the wounded got up and went into the secret passages in the small room one by one.

After closing the door of the secret passage, the eldest turned and walked out of the room, and then out of the main entrance of the house, and down the long staircase, and finally stood in the street.

"Comrades!" With the help of an additional amplifier, the boss's voice resounded throughout the street.

However, the noise of the clearing did not immediately disappear, so he shouted again: "Comrades! ”

This time, it worked, and the workers who were pulling with the prosthetic warriors of the army all stopped, and craned their heads curiously to look at this side.

Many people recognized the boss.

"Don't resist, go home obediently, we are not terrorists, nor are we troublemakers! We want decent people who express themselves legitimately! We don't want to hurt anyone! Anyone! This time, our appeal has not been met, and we can wait and express it at a more appropriate time and in a more appropriate way! Now, let's go home first! Comrades, I am the organizer of this strike, I voluntarily accept the arrest, please stop embarrassing the comrades workers! I vouch for my life, they will go home obediently and then back to the construction site! ”

The boss's voice fell, and the whole street fell silent.

He knew that the next step was the main event, so he raised his hands in a gesture of surrender: "Comrades, don't worry about me, I believe that we are a country governed by the rule of law, and I will be dealt with in accordance with the law." ”

At this time, two fighters rushed up, one grabbed the boss's hand, cut it behind his back and handcuffed it.

The boss slowly walked away, and the soldier next to him urged: "You go quickly!" ”

"Is there any law that says how fast I can walk now?" The boss asked rhetorically.

At this moment, one of the workers sang: "Arise, hungry slaves!" ”

Soon more people will sing: "Arise, all the suffering people of the world." ”

"The blood is boiling, and we must fight for the truth! The old world is falling, and the slaves are rising! Don't say we have nothing, we want to be the masters of the world......"

As if deliberately stepping on the beat of the Internationale, the boss moved slowly while looking up at the drones flying in the sky. In addition to the drones of the army and police, the drones of major media outlets are also filming the scene - the new press law granted to the provincial party committee ended three minutes ago, and the central government needs to be consulted to continue to maintain the control.

Generally, before the approval of the central government, the major media will have more than ten minutes.

The boss came out at this time.

In the past ten minutes, it will quickly spread to every corner of this society through those media people who pursue eyeballs and communication rates.

The fire will continue to spread, and the heart of steel will never stop.

The boss held his head high.

Ever since he joined Ironheart, he has wondered if he can behave like his predecessors a hundred years ago, acting as if he were dead and fearless.

Now he knows that if he can, he will be able to.

The fire burning in his chest at this time allowed him to resist any torture - he had this confidence.

At this moment, he knew that he was indeed a revolutionary, just like the heroes in history who shed their blood.

His own blood will water the future of the prosthetic people, and it will water the Interna Schonel, which is what he believes.