Near the military warehouse in the South District of Lezein, the phone rang in the room rented by the Intelligence Bureau.
"Hello? Are you looking for the director?"
Locke Shriver was holding the newspaper. When he saw the subordinate in charge of answering the phone bringing the phone, he put down the newspaper and leaned over to take it: "I'm Locke Shriver."
"Director, Boyin is injured."
"What's going on?" Rock Shriver's face turned cold.
"It's not clear yet. He was suddenly injured in the room. Now our people are taking him to the hospital for treatment." The person over there reported the situation.
"Is it seriously injured?"
"The extent of the injury cannot be determined at the moment. We only know that the arm is bleeding a lot. We followed two teams of people and four cars as caretakers. But there may be something fishy about this matter. Do you think we need to send more manpower to avoid accidents?
?”
Locke Shriver held the phone tightly, almost crushing it: "Of course we need to send in more manpower."
"Okay, I'll make arrangements right away."
"Crack."
"Go back." Rock Shriver stood up, ordered two people and walked straight out the door.
Hawkins, who has been with Rock Shriver for many years, one of his most capable subordinates, followed behind and asked: "Director, what happened?"
"Boyin was injured in the room, and our people are taking him to the hospital." Rock Shriver walked quickly, his intuition telling him that something was very likely to happen.
"Why was he injured? Still at this juncture? Could it be that he was deliberately trying to get a chance to get out and do something?" Hawkins analyzed.
Rock Shriver thought the same thing, and gritted his teeth and said: "Don't think about it, this is 100% for what purpose. I'm afraid that his actions have been planned for a long time, and are related to the big moves of the Peace Association, otherwise he wouldn't take such a big risk to leave.
.However, additional manpower has been deployed. Is it us who are suffering, or Equality will make a big somersault? It won’t be long before we have an answer.”
"First they came to investigate the military warehouse, and then Boyin tried to escape. The Equality Association really couldn't sit still." Hawkins said with a smile.
He is not afraid of anything. In his opinion, the most terrifying thing is that Equality will do nothing. On the contrary, Equality will lose its composure and act frequently, which is the least worth worrying about.
Rock Shriver didn't say much.
Rich experience tells him that things will not be that simple.
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Streets of Lezein West End
The car that Boyne and Daniel were riding in was speeding along, throwing away the remaining two Intelligence Agency cars by hundreds of meters, and the distance continued to widen.
But at the same time, the sound of several shots they had just fired in order to force the Intelligence Agency's vehicle back also alerted the patrol guards near the West District. These patrol guards usually accept bribes and blackmail civilians into not doing their jobs, but they don't do anything when they hear the gunshots.
If they dared to neglect, they all gathered towards the location of the gunshot.
"Get rid of the car behind you and turn to the alley." Boyin leaned on the back of his chair, his whole body soaked in sweat.
"Then I have to slow down the car first." The guard leader in charge of driving said.
"Turn left at the intersection ahead." Boyin said to himself.
The guard leader frowned and reminded: "Turn left to the south."
Boyin took a deep breath and tried to keep himself in a stable state: "I know, I just have to turn left to confuse them."
"Okay." The guard leader slowed down and turned left.
"Can you still hold on?" Daniel has to keep an eye on the guard all the time, so he can't look back to check on Boyin's condition. He doesn't quite understand what Boyin's plan is now, and all he can think about is worrying about Boyin.
Losing too much blood can cause big problems.
When he chose to serve as hostages with Boyin, he made a promise to Morais and others that he would protect the president.
If something really happened to Boyin, even if he could escape alive, he would not have the shame to meet Morais and the others.
"I'm fine, keep an eye on him." Boyin ordered.
"Don't worry!" Daniel's index finger was on the trigger, ready to shoot off half of the head of the guard leader at any time.
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At the main station of Morais faction of the Equality Society
After two batches of relocations, most of the people have left, and only Morais and a few cadres are left to handle routine business while presiding over the overall relocation work.
"How are they doing there? Are they still adapting to it?" Morais was on the phone with Andre, the person in charge of the factory, in the office.
"They are not as fragile and pretentious as I thought." Andre's tone was full of admiration. "The living conditions here are really bad. Even if we have given them a lot of special care, they are still far from the West District Headquarters. But.
They had no complaints, and they refused special treatment and wanted to receive the same treatment as the workers."
Morais smiled as he listened. What he was most worried about did not happen: "That's good, but what they say is what you do. You can't neglect these valuable intellectual talents in our association."
"Don't worry! We are stepping up efforts to improve the treatment of various facilities and strive to provide a better environment for everyone after fully accepting the transferred personnel." Andre assured.
"Where are Verac, Keating, Piaf and the others?"
"They also performed very well. They were the first to live in a dormitory with a very poor environment, and they were the first to eat standing up like the workers in the canteen. They quickly became involved with the workers." Andre took the opportunity to express his thoughts, "
You see, this is such a good opportunity. Our comrades workers have been coveting the training for a long time. Can you..."
Morais already knew what Andre was thinking: "Do you know why we chose this time to transfer people? It's because the training here has been basically completed. The follow-up training work will be specifically targeted at comrades workers without you fighting for it.
, don’t worry about that.”
"That's good!" Andre couldn't control his joy on the other end of the phone and laughed.
"Okay, don't laugh. There will be a group of people coming this afternoon. You are responsible for receiving them and don't cause any trouble to me." Morais laughed and quickly returned to his seriousness.
"Don't worry! We will take good care of the transferred comrades!"
"That's it. I have other things to do here. You can go directly to Verak, Keating and the others to discuss training courses and other matters." Morais hung up the phone and started reviewing the papers that his subordinates had brought early in the morning.
document.
"Dong dong dong!"
Just as Morais was studying the information on the document attentively, there was a rapid knock on the door.
"Come in!"
Charles from the Intelligence Department of the Equality Society opened the door and rushed to Morais panting: "Boyin is injured!"
"What?!" Mores stood up suddenly, "What happened?!"
"Our people were squatting near the Intelligence Bureau and discovered that a group of people came out of the Intelligence Bureau less than fifteen minutes ago and rushed to the hospital in four vehicles, including Boyin and Daniel." Charles calmed down his breathing.
He quickly reported the situation to Morais, "It looks like Boyin's arm was injured in some way!"
Morais's brain was running rapidly, and he was pacing back and forth: "How could Boyin be injured suddenly?"
"It seems that the people in the Intelligence Agency don't know much about it at the moment. We are still investigating." Charles said.
"Where is Rock Shriver?" Morais asked, holding his hands behind his back.
"It should be to investigate the people we installed at the military warehouse. The specific location is unclear." Charles stood in front of his desk, his eyes following Morais's movements. "It stands to reason that such a big thing has happened.
, he should rush back immediately."
Morais racked his brains to think about the situation: "It's possible that Boyin deliberately used the guise of being injured to get a chance to contact us. After all, with his temperament, we haven't acted for a long time, and he can't get the news.
, 80% will not sit still and wait for death."
"Then we arrange for someone to go there?"
"The problem is that Rock Shriver will not be aware of this, and the Intelligence Bureau should send additional manpower soon." Morais was worried about many things, "And we still can't be sure whether this is true. What if?
Was it Rock Shriver who deliberately lured us into action with Naboin?"
Charles was silent for a few seconds: "This is our perfect opportunity to rescue the president."
"No." Morais shook his head and resisted the urge to rescue Boyin. "Even if this is not Rock Shriver's conspiracy and Boyin is really trying to escape, we can't save him.
.”
"Are you worried about Chloe?" Morais has always been bold in thinking and doing things externally. Charles guessed that the current caution is due to internal problems.
Morais nodded: "Well, Chloe's side is just as troublesome as Rock Shriver's side. We need to find out if this is Rock Shriver's conspiracy first, but as time goes by, even if it's not them, they will be able to dispatch manpower in time to prevent us.
As for Chloe, we have finally reached a false consensus with him. If the consensus breaks down because of rescuing Boyn, it will most likely lead to the collapse of our overall plan."
"Chloe won't even Boyin..."
"Boin and I have the same views. Chloe is already a little dissatisfied with him. Besides, in his eyes, there is only one step away from him leading the Equality Association and the government to peacefully solve the problem. He will not give up for Boin.
It’s all about previous efforts.” Morais didn’t have any expectations for the paranoid Chloe.
The conflict between the two of them has now reached its peak. Even if Boyin comes back as the president, there is no harm in reconciling it. What's more, Boyin hasn't come back yet, and Chloe probably wishes he couldn't come back.
"Chloe's information is not as good as ours, but they will always get news in half an hour. What do you think they will do?"
Mores paused.
This was the biggest problem that he couldn't think of.
When Chloe learns that Boyin has come out and there is a glimmer of hope for rescue, what will he do?
"When he gets the news, there will be a crisis of trust between our two factions again." Morais exhaled.
He finally reached a false consensus with Chloe, appeased Chloe's faction, and began to transfer personnel one after another in preparation for officially separating from Chloe's faction and attacking the government building.
If Chloe knew about Boyin's escape at this time, considering the relationship between Morais and Boyin, he would definitely analyze what Morais thinks first.
Will Morais continue to cooperate with them, or will Morais rescue Boyne and once again stick to his previous general direction of fighting the government to the end?
"Go and call all the cadres here to the conference room, and at the same time report to me the latest situation at Boyin." Morais sat down and called Chloe.
"Understood." Charles left.
"Hello? Chloe? This is Morais." After making the call, Morais hesitated for a moment and decisively told the other party about Boyin's escape. "Boin escaped. What do you think about this?"
Do you know?"
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Lezein North Factory
The morning shift workers went to work early in the morning, and Andre came to the staff dormitory to talk to Verak and Keating about the training class.
It was now early seven o'clock. The other transfer members in the same dormitory as Verak had gone to bed very late because they were not used to it. They had not yet woken up. He and Keating had finished washing up in tacit agreement and planned to have breakfast.
"You are all awake. I was wondering if I would disturb you." When Andre arrived at the door, he bumped into Verak and Keating who were about to go out.
"What's wrong?" Verak asked in a low voice, fearing to disturb the people in the dormitory.
"What are you..." Andre also asked.
Verak and Keating came out and gently closed the dormitory door: "We are going to have breakfast."
"Okay, let's talk as we walk." Andre walked out of the narrow corridor first and told the two of them the content of the phone call he just had with Morais.
"In other words, we have to prepare training for workers?" Verak asked.
After leaving the dormitory, the cold wind came out, and the three of them all shrank their heads.
"That's right." Andre's voice became louder. "Everyone over there who needs to be trained has been trained. Now he's in charge of our side, explaining our concept of equality to the workers, giving lectures, etc."
"What do you think?" Verak looked at Keating.
"The emphasis should also be adjusted a little bit," Keating said.
Verak looked back towards the staff dormitory: "Should we call Comrade Piaf? She is also one of the leaders of the training class. It would be better for us to discuss together."
"Go and call, Andre and I will go to the cafeteria first." Keating kept walking despite the cold wind.
"Okay." Verak turned back to the staff dormitory, found a lesbian who had just washed up, and asked her to call Piaf.
Piaf also got up very early every day. Even though he was a little uncomfortable coming here, he still got up to set an example. Therefore, Verak met Piaf without waiting for half a minute and rushed to the cafeteria together with Keating and Andre.
Convergence.
"Does Piaf know the situation?" Keating and the others arrived early and had already prepared meals for Verak and Piaf.
"I understand." Piaf took the meal, "I think since we want to target workers, we should extend the training time and make the training content more understandable."
"We really have to consider the workers' acceptance ability." Keating ate a baked pie, "According to our previous training method, the pressure is still too much."
Verak said: "And the workers need to work. We used to train all day."
"yes……"
Andre said nothing, squatting next to him and devouring his meal, his eyes never leaving the three people discussing specific matters.