While the people in the government thought that Equality would not start taking action until tomorrow, so they were resting in peace, Morais's group of people distributed throughout the city of Lezein were already gearing up and ready to launch an attack at any time.
As early as three or four o'clock in the cold morning, Piaf wrote an article called "Why We Should Fight" before the action, and led the newspaper staff to compare it with "Women's Manifesto", "Internationale", "
"On Equality (Excerpt)" and other contents were posted in the streets and alleys of the city.
After the head of the intelligence department, Charles, arrived near the military warehouse in the South District, he didn't even have time to take a sip of water. He immediately discussed with the informants who had been stationed here for a long time how to rescue Diaz, Murphy, and Nord.
Mortensen and Sibal, who carried out the task of confusing the public and temporarily throwing the city into chaos, also commanded the people scattered in the two places to prepare for the attack.
Others, Li Meng and Liszt forced Chloe to come out to contain the main government force near the Mona Pavilion; Orak and Karl received the wounded support supplies at any time; Rhett's standby force; Frank's cover and retreat, etc., have all been planned according to the plan
plan, completed all preparations and entered standby mode.
At the core of the master plan, near the government building where the fiercest fighting was bound to break out, Morais hid in a watch store with six cadres, while thousands of other people were divided into hundreds of teams, hiding in two surrounding areas.
In a block.
"There are still four hours." Morais looked at the watch on his wrist, "You can go over your specific tasks again."
Verak took the lead in explaining, and the others followed up and reported what they had said almost a hundred times.
After listening, Morais patiently emphasized: "Your responsibilities and countermeasures when encountering various emergencies must be strictly carried out according to our plans, and no step can be wrong. If anyone violates the plan, he will be injured."
If the action fails, I won't do anything. You can find a way to face the sacrificed people and gain their understanding. Okay, let's all take a rest, don't be nervous so early."
Four hours was neither long nor short, and everyone scattered around, either closing their eyes and concentrating, or checking their weapons repeatedly, or pacing back and forth, quietly waiting for ten o'clock to arrive.
"Do you still remember how to use it?" Keating showed Verak with a pistol, "Actually, the essence of a pistol and a long gun is the same..."
The last time Verak fired a gun, he was taught by Keating on the freighter after escaping from prison. Since returning to Lezein, he has had no chance to practice his marksmanship and combat ability, and now he has to immediately engage in a tough battle.
, he was under considerable pressure.
"Is that so?" Verak asked, fiddling with his pistol.
"Yeah." Keating nodded slightly.
"... Remember to follow us when the time comes, and don't expose yourself to their guns alone." After Verak roughly knew how to operate, he put the gun away and warned Keating.
Keating still had a kind smile on his face: "Why is it your turn to warn me?"
"I'm not kidding you, this is dangerous."
"Of course I know it is dangerous, but I have participated in similar battles when I was young. Even when I was arrested and imprisoned more than two years ago, I killed three pursuers and wounded two, because there were no
He was caught with a bullet." Keating was quite confident, "If you follow me then, I can teach you more practical experience."
Verak knew very well how powerful his teacher was, and it was almost impossible to tell that he had not dabbled in too many things. But no matter how powerful he was, it did not mean that doing such things was not dangerous. He did not want to see Keating fall into danger: "
I’m not talking about this—”
Keating walked aside and admired various watches: "How many times have you talked about this, how come it has become the mother-in-law's?"
"I..." Verak also stood over and glanced absently at the watch on display: "...bullets don't have eyes. No one can tell what will happen. I don't want to see..."
"Then you should be timid and let others take the lead? Sometimes you are too considerate of others and ignore other people's feelings. If it were you, you would be embarrassed to be that coward, right? Then why do you think
What am I going to do?" Keating gently pointed out that Verak was somehow disrespecting him.
"I understand." Verak struggled with this endlessly. He thought Keating was right, but he didn't think his own idea was wrong.
Morais put his hands behind his back and walked up to the two of them: "What are we talking about?"
"Just reminding each other to be careful," Verak replied.
"You should be careful." Morais stood still, picked up the watch in the store and looked at it carefully, "I specially arranged for you to follow me, not because I expect you to be able to match one with a hundred, but because I hope that you will be able to protect me when something unexpected happens to me.
Stabilize the situation. Therefore, your safety is more important than mine. Before I die, you only need to follow me to advance the front, and you don’t have to be like everyone else."
"I have to take the lead." Verak was too embarrassed to hide behind others.
Keating immediately pointed out: "Look, even when Morais arranges something so-called good for you, you won't accept it."
"..." Verak glanced at Keating, not knowing what to say, and then faced Morais to fight for him, "I will fight side by side with the others. If we really have to prioritize, I will let you be the last to sacrifice."
"It's okay, but I have a condition, that is, you can no longer interfere with Comrade Keating's decision." Morais mentioned the condition to Verak.
Only then did Verak realize that Morais had just listened to their conversation in its entirety, and now that he came to say this to him was actually to help Keating: "Well, I have no right to decide other people's affairs. I respect
, I believe in the teacher’s choice.”
"The road is still long. You have to try to trust others. This kind of trust is not about betrayal, but about ability." Morais said.
"...I will." Verak thought about this matter seriously.
This is not the first time that he has intervened "arbitrarily" to prevent others from being put in danger.
He had already done this when Diaz, Murphy, and Nord took the initiative to apply to go to the military warehouse to serve as bait. But the three people he brought out continued his behavior, each one more stubborn than the other.
Even he couldn't stop him, and in the end he could only agree that he was in a dangerous situation.
"Stop thinking about so many meaningless things. Eat and drink something to replenish energy, or take a nap, take a hot bath, and find something to do." Morais squeezed Verak's shoulder to help him relax.
.
Keating also helped Verak in this way.
Along the way, he received help and guidance from many people.
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Government building, Ministry of Security, Intelligence Bureau, interrogation room
seven o'clock in the morning
Ross has no concept of time at all. He can only be awake for a short time every day, and the rest of the time is either hazy or in a coma.
"Open your mouth." The people from the Intelligence Bureau came over, opened his mouth, and poured liquid food into his mouth.
In the past, three meals a day were indispensable to ensure that Ross had the basic energy to maintain his life. Now, because there are rumors in the intelligence agency that it is only a matter of time before Equality will fall into the encirclement and be wiped out, the person responsible for delivering meals to Ross has
Changed to only one meal a day and one meal every two days.
The food server was waiting for Ross to die.
If he caused the people of the Intelligence Bureau to suffer too much, the Equality Society would be destroyed, and he would become almost worthless.
"Can I...ask you...a question..." Ross sometimes wanted to die, but the desire to live helped him defeat the despair that frequently attacked him. After he swallowed all the food, he ran out
With all his strength, he asked the food delivery person who was about to leave, "What day is it today..."
"No. 4." The person who delivered the food stopped and looked at this tough guy jokingly, "Is there anything else you want to know?"
No. 4...
It should be January 4th.
That means the New Year has passed and it is now 1434.
Rose closed her eyes and gasped hard.
He didn't know what else he wanted to know. He had been trapped in this dark place for too long, as if he had been cut off from the world and nothing was worth caring about.
"Leave without me." The food deliveryman wanted to tease Ross, but seeing that he seemed to have passed out again, he had no choice but to go out.
"Ping, Equality Association...what, how's it going..." Ross asked before the food delivery man left.
"Tomorrow everything will end with the closing ceremony of the World Exposition." The man stared at Rose's face, anticipating his expression, "If you persist, you might not be able to wait until you meet Chris, Morais, and Boyne.
The gang leaders and so on are imprisoned together. It is possible that you will never see them again - it means that they died before you."
There was no expression on Rose's face. He was silent for a long time and finally broke into an ugly smile.
"You are finally free, aren't you happy?"
"Can't lose."
"Um?"
"Chris...can't lose."
"You don't know what's going on outside. The Equality Society is about to fall into our trap. This time they really can't escape."
"You don't know Chris? If you interact with him a few more times... you will know..."
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South District Military Warehouse, the hotel where Diaz and others are staying
eight o'clock
The three of them got up early.
Every day before, they would pretend to be equals and go out to investigate the situation. Today, in order not to arouse the suspicion of the Intelligence Bureau, Diaz and Nord went out for a walk.
"Let me tell you, when we receive the signal, we will go out openly in the name of patrolling, and when we reach the area where their control is weak, we will retreat immediately. If Charles has good intelligence, he will definitely understand when we go out
What is the intention?" After returning to the room after two hours of patrolling, Nord told Diaz the new method he had thought of on the way.
"I think so too." Diaz took off his coat and put the cold pistol on his waist on the table. "It's just that every time we patrol, we act separately. This time, not only are we together, but we also have to carry
Going to Murphy will definitely alert the Intelligence Bureau."
"That's right..." Nord started to have a headache.
Murphy said quickly: "Brother, just leave with Nord, I will figure out a way myself."
"What are you talking about?" Diaz didn't bother to overreact to something he couldn't do at all. He squatted by the stove and said calmly, "Our people will find a way to deal with us.
I will adapt accordingly when the time comes. If special circumstances occur, I will also find ways to ensure your safety."
"Don't worry, your brother and I will ensure your safety." Nord smiled, apparently not taking it seriously. In fact, it was to make the youngest Murphy not nervous, "What the hell, Rock Shriver, he's from the Intelligence Agency.
, shoot twice and kill them all."
After he needed to take care of others, things like sensitivity and delicacy that had never appeared in him gradually appeared.
"Your marksmanship is not as good as Murphy's." Diaz objectively commented on the strength of the two.
"But I'm older than him!" Nord brought up his age advantage again.
Murphy's ears almost became calloused after hearing this sentence: "Brother, do you want to drink some water?"
"Drink." Nord rushed to answer the "Brother", "Pour Comrade Diaz and I a drink each. Please, Comrade Murphy."
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Government building, Ministry of Security, room where Boyin is under house arrest
9 a.m.
Dedicating part of the troops to the hospital for Boyin alone made White, the security minister, feel that the gains outweighed the losses. Therefore, after treating Boyin's wounds, he had people bring Boyin back and arranged for the doctor to be here at any time.
Change his dressing regularly to avoid this happening again.
"Daniel, put the book back for me." Boyin sat on the sofa and handed a book to Daniel.
"Is your arm feeling better?" Daniel put the book back on the shelf.
Boyin glanced at his bandaged arm: "I'm fine."
"Do you think your method is effective? We worked hard to make such a big noise, if they..."
"Whether it works or not, we have done the best within our capabilities." After Boyin did everything he could, his mentality was quite stable. Firstly, he believed in Morais, and secondly, he couldn't panic now.
It makes no sense. "Tomorrow is the closing ceremony. We will know whether it succeeds or not."
Daniel cut some fruit for Boyin and helped him supplement nutrition to speed up his wound recovery: "The government people are not stupid either. They will probably deploy heavy troops during the closing ceremony to guard against us, right?"
"Definitely." Boyin picked up a piece of apple and ate it.
"Then how do we fight? With our people and firepower, we can have a small fight with them, but we are no match for them in a head-to-head confrontation."
"I don't know either, but if Morais would act like this, he must have made corresponding plans, and all the problems we are worried about have been solved." Boyin calmly picked up another piece of apple, "I
I believe in his ability and any arrangements he makes will not be unfounded and cause comrades to die in vain."
"Indeed, we really can't do anything now, we can only choose to believe them." Daniel felt a little aggrieved.
"Just think of us as having a vacation, don't think too much about it." Boyin concentrated on eating the fruit, "This apple is very sweet, try it."