Normal people would not come to visit Verak in the middle of the night, let alone quietly pick the door lock to get in.
Even if there is really a one in ten thousand possibility, in today's tense situation, Sheriff Cyril must deal with it with a resolute attitude of preferring to kill by mistake rather than let go.
"Hang...Hang..."
The sound of the door lock was intermittent, giving Cyril more time to judge and think.
This place is heavily guarded and is the residential area for International Equality Alliance cadres and their families. If you dare to assassinate Verak here, the opponent will most likely have made sufficient preparations, and the number of people is likely to be greater than them.
Cyril was not absolutely sure that he could defeat the enemy by himself. While pointing his gun at the door, he moved back to the bed and woke up the sleeping Verak.
Waking up suddenly in the middle of the night, Verak tacitly agreed not to make any sound. Instead, he saw Cyril rushing toward the door with a gun in his hand and quickly realized something through the moonlight.
"There is movement at the door. I suspect there is danger. If a fight breaks out later, I will try my best to create an opportunity for you to evacuate." Cyril lowered his voice and said in a voice that was almost a whisper.
"You said that there are many of our comrades patrolling here. As long as we can buy a certain amount of time, other comrades will come over to assist us." The assassination came so quickly. Verak suddenly woke up and picked up his own from the bedside table.
Equipped with a gun, he and Cyril silently confronted the people outside the door.
"Don't come so far." Cyril stood in front of Verak.
"If we want to buy more time, we must change from passive to active." Verak was extremely calm, passed Cyril and came to the door, preparing to shoot through the door with his gun, catching the opponent off guard.
"Hang on!" At the same time, the door lock made a crisp sound and the lock was opened.
"Don't move! Put down your weapon!!"
"Put down your weapons!! Otherwise we will shoot!!"
"Bang!!"
"Bang bang!!"
"Drop your weapons!! Put your weapons down!!!"
Before Verak could fire his gun, the silence outside suddenly changed to noisy.
After several gunshots, there were dense and chaotic footsteps outside. Then, the door was pushed open, and a comrade saw Verak standing behind the door with a gun. Cyril was stunned for a moment, and then he saluted: "Victor.
Vice Chairman Luck! Captain Cyril! We tracked a group of suspicious comrades! We found that they were trying to quietly open your door, so we took action decisively!"
Verak put down his gun and walked out of the room. He found two corpses lying on the ground, and one person was shot in the arm. He was controlled by other comrades. The doors of other residents were also opened, and many comrades were half asleep and half awake.
Seeing Verak and several corpses, I immediately understood what had just happened in the corridor.
"Are you okay?"
"Are they here to assassinate Comrade Verak?"
"Isn't this Fei Rui?! He is actually from the government army?!"
"I'm fine." Verak waved his hand and looked at the man who was controlled, "Are you from the government army?"
"Haha." The man who was controlled ignored the pain of the wound and sneered at Verak.
The captain of the escort team who followed this group of assassins explained the situation: "We were ordered by Chairman Keating to protect you secretly. Because they live here, they did not alert the apartment building patrol team."
Verak was secretly shocked.
To what extent has the International Equality Alliance been penetrated...
"Clean up the scene and take him away for interrogation. Everyone else should go back and rest. It's okay." The captain of the escort team handled the matter in an orderly manner.
"Thank you for your hard work." Verak expressed his thanks and returned to the room.
"Should we stay somewhere else?" Cyril suggested with lingering fear.
Verak lost his sleep and sat on a chair to smoke: "Even a place like this has been so heavily infiltrated, how else do you think it can be called safe?"
"You'd better go back to the Ping Ting Building first. The Ping Ting Building can ensure your safety to the greatest extent." Cyril stood at the door and wiped his cold sweat. "If it weren't for the secret protection of people from the Intelligence Department this time, I wouldn't be sure enough.
It can handle three people."
"Now is my rest time. I will return to the Equality Building the day after tomorrow." Verak's heart did not fluctuate much. What really impacted him was that too many people betrayed the revolution. "And there are people from the Ministry of Intelligence guarding us. Even if the government troops
It won’t be that easy to organize an assassination against me again.”
Cyril said nothing more. The scene of Morais' accident repeatedly appeared in his mind, and his emotions couldn't help but surge.
After smoking a cigarette, Verak glanced out the window.
The Intelligence Department is definitely doing counter-infiltration work. Apart from strengthening surveillance and intelligence capabilities, there is no other better way to find out the morons.
It was just that it was so rampant that he was assassinated on the first night after returning, which still made him more intuitively feel the pressure the main station was currently under.
The government forces' tough offensive has never stopped, and based on this, they have learned some methods from the International Equality Alliance, strengthened them, and used dual offensives to allow the International Equality Alliance, which is already standing on the bright side, to withstand severe challenges from multiple sides, both internal and external.
Even more out of breath.
The International Equality Alliance has gone too far.
But as Keating said, this is not necessarily a bad thing. If you take small steps, the result may not be better than what you are now.
"Let's rest." After thinking for a while, Verak realized that he was on vacation, so he forcibly stopped this state and went back to the bed to lie down.
"You can rest, I'll watch." Cyril's nerves were tense, and the remaining sleepiness disappeared without a trace.
"Can you watch twenty-four hours? Can you watch forty-eight hours?" Verak put his hands behind his head, "rest when you need to. There are still many things to do tomorrow. Security work is left to the Intelligence Department."
At Verac's repeated requests, Cyril lay on the small sofa and slowly calmed down, and fell asleep unknowingly.
The next day, early morning of November 12th
After the two washed up and had breakfast, they left this apartment area, which might still be dangerous, and took a car to rush to a school.
"The way you rest is quite special." After getting acquainted with Verak, Cyril became more teasing while chatting.
"Do you think of rest as sleeping?" Verak sat in the co-pilot's seat this time.
"At least I won't run around like this."
"Every day, my mind is full of revolution, tense situations, what to do and what to do...it makes me a little tired. For me, rest is to temporarily put these things away and don't press me so hard.
." Verak said, "I'm actually quite energetic. If you ask me to lie still, that's not rest for me, it's a kind of torture."
Cyril nodded slightly: "What did you go to school for?"
"A friend who did not join our organization sacrificed his life to help me and our great cause. I asked about it and found out that his child is currently studying in this school, so I wanted to visit him secretly." Verak added Dawn.
His deeds were told to Cyril.
"What an admirable person!" Cyril admitted that he might not be that great, "but why are you so secretive?"
"I hope it won't disturb their lives too much. If they are living well, then I can rest assured. If there are any difficulties, it will not be too late for me to help." Verak explained, "There is another reason, which is related to the conversation with yesterday.
Carmine and the others are in the same situation."
"Are you afraid that if you directly contact them, you will be noticed by others and then be liquidated when the government forces reoccupy Lezein?"
"Well, their family is no different from others on the surface. At first, we continued to secretly fund and provide protection. Later, Ms. Edith's life gradually got on track, so she refused these help and raised the children by her own ability.
.Now it seems that this is not only a manifestation of self-reliance, but also a foresight based on safety considerations." Verak was full of admiration for Edith.
This approach of hers undoubtedly ensured the stability of herself and her daughter.
The International Equality League was not stupid either. Even though it failed to achieve a comprehensive victory, it never publicly praised Edith's family for their contribution to the revolution.
While chatting, the car arrived opposite the school.
At this point, students are pouring in continuously.
"Now everyone can go to school, and the tuition is borne by us. Those of appropriate age go to ordinary schools, and we have specially established adult schools, workers' schools, etc. to accept those who are older..." Cyril explained to Verak the current situation of Laize
Therefore, the International Equality Alliance controls initiatives in the area.
"Very good." Verak was happy to see such a scene, but he was also worried about the financial pressure of the International Equality Alliance.
The International Equality Alliance has not yet found the most suitable development model. It is making huge investments everywhere but with slow results. If the funding problem cannot be solved in time, it will not take long for the finances to collapse and everything to be in vain.
While thinking, two figures appeared in Verak's sight.
That was Ms. Edith and her child Darlene whom he met once more than half a year ago.
They were dressed simply, holding hands, talking and laughing, and stopped in front of the school gate.
Edith touched Darlene's head and gave her a few words of advice. Darlene nodded and entered the campus playfully with other students.
Watching the child go in, Edith walked in the other direction.
"Let's go." Verak, who had witnessed the whole process, smiled inadvertently.
"Huh? Aren't you waiting?" Cyril didn't understand the situation.
"I saw them."
"Why don't you quietly ask them if they need help? If it's not convenient for you, I'll go." Cyril was about to get out of the car to help.
Verak stopped and said with a chuckle: "No need to ask, I saw them all smiling happily. With smiles like that, life shouldn't be too difficult."
"...Okay, then where should we go next?"
"There is a choir in the Propaganda Department, did you know?" Verak wanted to meet Ross and hear Elizabeth's singing.
"There is a choir, but the choir is not in Lezein. They all volunteered to go to the front line to perform condolences for the Equality Army a few months ago." Cyril thought for a moment and said.
Verak's idea went to waste: "I'm going to the front line..."
"Do you have any friends there?"
"A few of them still want to go and listen, but it seems they have no choice but to find another opportunity." Verak said with a wry smile, "In this case, I really don't know where to go. Do you have any recommendations?
?”
"Well...where do you want to go? Do you want to eat something delicious, drink some wine, or have fun?" Cyril, as the sheriff of Lezein, knows the situation of Lezein very well.
"Maybe something interesting." Verak himself didn't know where he wanted to go, so he could only give a vague request.
"Then I know one, and I will take you there." With that said, Cyril started the car.
Half an hour later, the car stopped in front of a building. On the door of the building was written a line of large characters: Mel Theater.
"Theatre..." Some of Verak's memories were brought back again.
"I'll take you to watch a movie. This is very interesting. It's the most popular thing now." Cyril didn't know that Verac had known about it for a long time, so he explained excitedly, "How should I say, there is something.
It's called a projector, it can record a lot of things and project them vividly onto the screen... I can't describe it, but you'll know it after you see it."
When Verak first came to Lezein, he was taken to a movie by Chris's best friend Colin.
At that time, cinema had just been invented, and it only caused shock among a limited circle of aristocrats. Verak had a premonition that it would thrive, and Colin also bluntly said that it would become a great art, but due to various things, he did not continue
Having followed the development of the movie, Colin's life has always been fixed on a certain day.
"Let's go take a look." Verak got out of the car.
"It shouldn't have started yet, we have to wait." Cyril quickly caught up with Verak and walked into the theater.
The first movie would start in forty minutes. Fortunately, there were still a few remaining tickets that had not been sold, so Cyril hurriedly bought them.
During the waiting time, Verak did not sit still. He came to the empty screening hall, looked at the rows of seats, the curtain that occupied the entire wall, and the musical instruments on both sides of the curtain, and sighed: "It's better than before.
A lot, this has actually been commercialized."
"Have you seen it?" Cyril was surprised.
"I watched it when it first came out, but it wasn't as big a show as it is now, and the film was very short, only about ten seconds. Even if you watch it over and over again, it might not be worth the price of the ticket." Verak
Sitting on the seats they reserved.
"It's different now. Movies are very long. They can tell stories between people and fully unleash people's imagination. Many people come to watch movies every day. Fortunately, we chose to watch the movie in the morning. If it were in the evening,
There's not even room to stand here..." Cyril sat next to Verak and said.
Stories between people.
Isn’t this the incredible idea that Colin proposed at the beginning?
Verak's heart was touched.
If Colin could survive until now, would he find his own real value and create greater possibilities for the movie?