The Mona Pavilion was completely constructed a week ago, and many small-scale rehearsals have been conducted recently. Now the government is only waiting for the arrival of delegations from various countries from the 23rd to conduct formal rehearsals and the final opening to achieve the highlight.
National strength is the ultimate goal of in-depth exchanges with other countries.
At this World Expo, the Bresci Republic changed the theme from the original display of fine arts and traditional crafts to an exhibition integrating science and technology and industrial technology. It also pioneered the concept of joint exhibitions from all countries, which attracted attention beyond
The first one held by the Kingdom of Welland four years ago.
As long as it is successfully held, the international status of the Bressi Republic will be consolidated and its economic ties with other countries will be greatly enhanced. Therefore, this hugely anticipated World Expo, which has huge investment and is highly anticipated, is the most important arrangement of the Bresci government this year.
To a certain extent, it determines Brexi's future economic direction.
However, contrary to expectations, this most important matter did not go smoothly.
The rebel party, which organized workers to hold protest marches more than a year ago and forced the government to issue the first decree on workers' working hours in history, is still surviving tenaciously after the government continued to suppress it for more than a year and changed its name to '
The Equality Society', when the World Exposition was held, became more and more popular, and gradually gained fame through two things.
The first one.
A book called "On Equality" went viral.
The security services of the Bresci government searched everywhere and confiscated books. They also destroyed and seized many small factories that secretly printed "Equality", but this did not effectively suppress the spread of the ideas in the book.
Those with books circulated them to each other privately, and those without books shared what they saw and heard. An invisible wave began to sweep through Lezein.
The second item.
In the past half month, no less than twenty small-scale gun battles have broken out between the government and the Equality Association in many places in Laize. These raids, which encountered fierce resistance, not only did not cause fundamental harm to the Equality Association, but also made Lezein more vulnerable.
Zeyin's people are in panic and the wind is roaring.
What really scares the government is that they simply cannot see the full picture of the Equality Society. The Equality Society, hidden in the dark, seems to be everywhere, unable to be completely eradicated, and even becoming more and more powerful during the attacks.
As a result, the problem could not be solved in a short period of time. The Bresci government, which was trying its best to control public opinion and block negative news, decided after careful consideration to hold a meeting with the Equality Conference on September 22, the day before delegations from various countries arrived one after another.
A conversation.
In the afternoon of this day, it suddenly started to rain heavily in Lezein, which had been sunny for a long time.
A black car was driving on a lonely road, heading towards the government building.
"You have one last chance to leave now." Boyn said from the passenger seat in the car. "I can deal with them by myself. You are still young, and you still have your parents."
"I have decided, Mr. Boyne." Daniel drove the car, his angular face full of determination.
"Okay, then follow my orders and don't cause any trouble." Boyin glanced out the window, and the dense rain curtain made it difficult for him to see the prosperity of Lezein. "This is the most important thing that determines whether the Equality Association can achieve final victory."
node."
Daniel couldn't hide his excitement. Death was too insignificant before his ideals and beliefs. He shouted: "We will win in the end!"
Soon after, the car arrived in front of the Bresi Government Building.
The front of the Bresi Government Building is heavily guarded and extremely tight protection has been deployed. The lone car is in sharp contrast to the densely packed soldiers wearing raincoats guarding the building.
Daniel got out of the car first and held up an umbrella to pick up Boyin.
Boyin looked at the solemn government building and saw countless soldiers with guns in front of him. He patted Daniel on the shoulder with one hand: "Are you afraid?"
"Not afraid." Daniel replied, looking coldly at the soldiers.
Boyin raised the corner of his mouth, pushed Daniel's back, opened his legs, and walked towards the government building together as if he was dead.
——
September 23
Republic of Bressey, Bay of Oral, Dymans Prison
In the early morning, the whistle sounded, waking up all the prisoners.
"Chris," Keating called.
"...Hmm." Verak responded with a weak voice.
"Can you still move?"
Verak sighed: "I can't move."
Keating looked at the door of the cell and asked anxiously, "Can you still hold on?"
After a night of calming down, Verak's mood has stabilized a lot, but he still looks ashen: "I feel like I can't do it anymore. It's no longer a matter of willpower. I can feel how fragile my body is now...
"
Keating fully understood Verak's breakdown last night.
The feeling of truly dying, coupled with the brutal torture of the past ten days, makes a person feel hopeless. It is normal.
What made him relieved was that Verak had now regained his composure, although he was still pessimistic: "Think about the equality society outside, and you have to persist no matter what."
"It's too difficult to do..." Verak looked at the ceiling blankly, "I don't know how I managed to hold on the past few days. I just thought about persisting for one day and one more day. I kept saying this in my heart every day.
We have come this far.”
"Do you still remember what you said before? And what you wrote at night on the first day you entered this cell." Keating needed to rebuild the confidence to live for Verak, "You have lost your body now.
If you are so powerful, do you still have to give up your desire to live?"
"Mr. Keating." Verak turned his head and looked at Keating, "I have said these words to myself ten thousand times."
Keating was speechless.
These words really don't mean much anymore.
Of course it is easy to talk, but Verak has been tortured for ten days, and was tortured from morning to noon every day. Both the daily duration and the final number of days are unprecedented in this prison.
This young man has used his willpower to expand his vitality to the limit.
Who is qualified to continue to give him these spiritual encouragements at this time? For him to be able to do this, he must have inspired himself countless times.
"I'll try my best."
Just when Keating didn't know how to effectively persuade Verak, Verak took the initiative to speak.
"I still want to survive, so I will try my best to hold on." Verak couldn't help but sigh, "It's just that this time..."
"I will wait for your good news." Keating said.
Verak chuckled and said no more.
If Keating really couldn't bear to see him die, he could tell the whereabouts of the gold, and both of them would be free. However, he had no right or qualification to ask Keating to do this, and it was indeed as Keating said.
, it is easy to tell the whereabouts of the gold, but it is much harder for them to leave safely than imagined.
Soon after, the prison guard brought breakfast.
Verak heard Keating say that when he fell asleep last night, the prison guard fed him some food. If he hadn't fed him some food, he wouldn't have been able to survive the night after not eating at noon yesterday, and even if he did, he would definitely not be able to survive today.
Unable to withstand any torture from Lecter.
"Thank you..." Verak thanked him.
"It's nothing." The prison guard distributed the lunch boxes to Verak and Keating respectively. "There are so many people outside now, and I can't do anything about it. You guys should hurry up and eat."
"Okay." Verak actually had no intention of eating breakfast, which showed that the prison guard who had helped him a lot was still enthusiastic. He didn't want to live up to his good intentions, so he had to sit up with all his strength.
Keating didn't touch the food, leaned down and put the lunch box on the ground, then pushed it to Verak: "Eat more."
"You can eat..." Verak pushed back, "I simply can't eat so much now."
"Then hurry up and eat." Keating picked up the lunch box and warned.
"Yeah." Verak opened the lunch box and started eating.
Ten minutes later, the prison guard came to collect the lunch boxes.
Usually after the prison guard collected the lunch boxes, the person in charge of the interrogation room would come and take Verak away. So when the lunch box collector arrived, Verak felt nervous.
Seeing Verak's solemn expression, the prison guard glanced back at the corridor. All the prisoners in other cells had left, and the person responsible for taking Verak to the interrogation room had not yet arrived. He lit a cigarette without asking Verak.
Don't smoke it, just stuff it into his mouth.
"Hiss...huh..." Verak was stunned at first, then took a greedy breath and exhaled a puff of smoke.
Because Chris does not smoke, he has long since quit smoking in order to pretend to be a good character. When he smoked in the Thomas family mansion some time ago, he even felt the cigarette choked his throat.
But when he took this puff of cigarette before he thought he was about to die, that sense of comfort seemed to be awakened. The tobacco seemed to numb his pain, giving him a moment of relief both mentally and physically.
"Huh..." Verak took another deep breath and slowly spit it out.
"Are you feeling better?" the prison guard asked.
"Well, thank you." Verak nodded.
"You have a pretty good life, you can survive under the deputy warden for so many days," the prison guard sighed.
"I--"
When Verak was about to say that he might not be able to survive today, the prison guard patted him on the shoulder and interrupted him.
"See you tonight."
Watching the prison guard leave, Verak smiled helplessly.
"You probably don't know that the prisoners outside are discussing you every day. They discuss not only when you will die, but also whether you are a human being..." Keating saw Verak smiling, and immediately said, "Now everyone
I think you will definitely survive, there is no reason why."
"I know they are talking about me. When I am awake and they happen to be able to walk around, they look at me like a strange animal when I pass by our cell." Verak knew this, "It's the same thing, Keating.
Sir, I will try my best."
"As long as you really try your best, I believe we will meet again."
As soon as Keating finished speaking, two prison guards opened the cell door and walked in carrying a stretcher.
"You have to carry me over, right..." Verak smiled bitterly.
In the past few days, he was escorted when he could move, and dragged when he couldn't move. Now he was simply carried away. That madman Lecter really wanted to drive him away to death.
The prison guard said nothing, put Verak on the stretcher and carried him away.
——
Dymans Prison, Warden's Office
"Dong dong dong."
"Come in."
Lecter pushed open the door and walked casually to the warden Sherif Adel who was processing documents: "Uncle Adel."
Adel sat at his desk and shared the files: "I heard that you were torturing a prisoner named Thomas Chris recently?"
"Yes, uncle." Lecter clasped his hands behind his back and admitted frankly, "I was going to go today too, but suddenly I heard that you wanted to ask me for something, so I came to see you first."
"I have arranged for someone to take him to the infirmary for treatment. Don't touch him in the future." Adel ordered.
Lecter, who still planned to end the game today, narrowed his eyes: "Why? He has a strong background? Isn't that gangster about to be eliminated?"
"The facts are even more difficult." Adel explained, "The situation in Laize is very complicated, and the government is unable to exterminate the rebels for a while, so it can only reach peace talks with the rebels before the arrival of delegations from various countries participating in the World Expo.
"
"Peace talks?" Lecter tilted his head, "Are you kidding?"
In Lecter's eyes, the Equality Society is a small gang that cannot stand on the stage, and is not even worthy of him remembering its name. Such a gang can actually force the government to reach peace talks with them. This is simply a slap in the face to all of them.
.
"It's just temporary." Adel was also very dissatisfied with the government's approach and looked unhappy. "After all, the World Expo is about to open. If Lazerin remains unstable, no one can bear the responsibility if an accident occurs.
Take that responsibility. The man named Chris is the former leader of the Equality Society, we need to ensure that he is alive, maybe there will be some use for him."
Lecter laughed angrily: "I've reached the last step, you want me to stop?"
"This man is different from the ones you killed before." Adel knew that Lecter had always been fearless, so he specifically explained the importance of Verak, "The role he can play is far greater than you think. If you are now
Killing him has angered the rebels and left us without enough leverage. Not to mention you, even your father will not be able to protect himself."
Hearing that even his father could not control the situation, Lecter's eyes flashed with fear. He walked to his desk and poured himself a glass of water: "What is the name of the person in charge of the intelligence organization in the Security Department?"
?Didn’t Rock Shriver swear that he could solve the problem within half a month? He’s such a waste. He can’t even deal with a chaotic party, and the whole government will lose face.”
"Don't worry about them. Your father asked me to tell you to restrain yourself and transfer you back to Lezein after a while." Adel ignored Lecter's rudeness and lit a cigar.
"Why go back? This is where I should stay." Lecter drank a glass of water, wiped his mouth with his sleeve carelessly, sat down on the desk and looked down at Adel, "Either I do it instead
Become the warden and go back to Lezein."
A smile appeared on Adel's cold face: "You can talk to your father about this matter."
"Why do you look unhappy? No one has ever paid attention to this place responsible for collecting garbage, and no one knows that a number one like you exists. Now is your best opportunity for promotion. Take advantage of it, Uncle Adel