"What do you need?" Two agents came in and asked Verak coldly.
"It's so boring. I asked you to come in and chat to kill some time." Verak planned to get to know the two of them briefly and make some preparations to instigate them and develop them into his own people.
As agents working in intelligence agencies, these people not only maintain high-intensity physical training, but also have strict requirements in terms of loyalty, cognition, etc., and are tested regularly. Verak is not sure that he can develop these people.
He became an informant, but when he really had no other choice, he had no choice but to do this and try to gain a glimmer of hope.
"Do you need me to help you contact my boss?" A tall agent looked down at Verak and asked.
"There's no need to go to Rock Shriver or the like. Those people are aloof and talk very arrogantly. I can't talk to them." Vera pulled the relationship closer, "You should also be born in ordinary families. See
It’s much more pleasing to the eye, and we should be able to have some common topics.”
"Mr. Chris, this is against the rules and regulations, so I'm sorry." The agent had no intention of chatting with Verak, nor did he reveal any private information to give Verak an opportunity to exert his strength.
As soon as they finished speaking, they bowed to Verak and apologized, then turned and walked away.
The person who was specially monitoring him was definitely not that easy to deal with. Verak choked back all the long speeches he had prepared. He quickly jumped to the last part of the plan, followed the two of them and walked towards the door. He took out two sheets of paper from his pocket.
paper, stuffed into their pockets respectively.
Feeling that something was stuffed in their pockets, the two agents subconsciously dodged, then made defensive postures and looked at Verak stiffly.
"That's something you must be interested in." Verak spread his hands to show that he meant no harm, and at the same time stepped back to lower their vigilance, "You can go out now."
The agents took out the paper from their pockets, did not open it to check, but looked at each other, walked out and locked the door again.
Verak tiptoed to the door, put his ear against the door and listened.
There was no conversation outside the door, only the sound of paper being folded. Four or five seconds later, except for the sound of someone walking away, there was no other sound.
Verak exhaled a breath of thick air, feeling slightly shocked.
If nothing unexpected happened, the agent outside went out and looked through the content written on the paper. After confirming that it was not a problem that he could handle, he went to hand it over to Rock Shriver.
But at least, they've seen it.
Even if he only glanced at it briefly, or took a few glances and wrote down a little bit of the content, this was a huge success for Verak.
It's not easy to shake other people's camp immediately. As an ordinary person and a recipient of the Equality Society's rescue, he would not easily side with the Equality Society, let alone this group of people who are busy eradicating the Equality Society all day long. So he doesn't
I hope the agents will immediately stand by his side and rescue him after reading the contents of the paper.
This is only a slight possibility, and even if it can be realized, it will definitely take a lot of time.
Verak looked at the bookshelf, where there was a thick stack of papers that he had written overnight.
He wrote down the purpose of the establishment of the Equality Society, the ultimate goal of the Equality Society, and many of the concepts of equality. These things are the meaning of the existence of the Equality Society, and the reason why that group of people are willing to give up their lives. At such a critical juncture, Verak
I think if you want to impress others, you can only write these things down.
Tell those who are asleep, or pretending to be asleep, that this world is not right, there are diseases caused by selfishness and stupidity, and there is a group of people who are moving forward under huge resistance, trying to change everything.
As long as one person is unwilling to sleep any longer, Verak can escape from the desperate situation.
But thinking of this, Verak was stunned.
He was forced to the edge of the cliff, begging others to believe in a future with no dawn and only passion everywhere, but he himself never believed it.
If he had believed this, he would not have fallen to this point.
How can you get others to believe something that you don’t believe in yourself?
Verak fell into the vortex of the swamp. He felt more and more heavy and dizzy. He became increasingly confused and felt that he was about to be swallowed by something.
It was difficult for him to interrogate himself, because equality, equality, were consistent with his heart, but contrary to his desires. From the first time he opened "Equality", he realized something, but he
Never want to face it.
To this day, it is still the case.
Whether it is unwillingness, fear or assimilation, he doesn't know, but the answer is always in these few points. As long as he is willing, he will be able to find the answer and know why he yearns for something but is unwilling to take this step.
Returning to his desk, Verak pulled out what he had written from the thick classics.
It was written based on what he saw, heard, felt and wanted to write.
What is equality, why should we be equal? What is equality, what do they want to do, and why do they do it.
As he looked at his answers to these questions, his chest heaved violently, and he had the urge to tear up these things that disturbed his mind, but a stronger will than this impulse suppressed him.
Verak's hand holding the paper trembled for a long time before he regained his composure.
He put the papers back, sat at the desk, prepared a new stack of papers, and picked up the pen.
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September 9th, afternoon.
"Dong dong dong" the knock on the door sounded.
Verak hurriedly hid what he had written for most of the day, and picked up the book he had put aside for pretense to read.
"Mr. Chris."
The voice of an agent came from the door. Verak turned around and saw two agents opening the door and waiting for him at the door: "What's wrong?"
"Please come out."
Saying this again, I would probably go see Rock Shriver.
Verak didn't know what other tricks Rockshriver could use after he clearly refused. Therefore, he guessed that when Rockshriver met him, he would at most talk about his dissemination of the chaos party's ideas to the agents this morning.
"Okay." Verak, who had been sitting since lunch, patted his sore back, stood up, and followed the agent to Rock Shriver's office again.
An agent knocked on the office door: "Sir, Mr. Chris is here."
"Let him in." Rock Shriver's voice came from inside the room.
The agent opened the door: "Please come in."
Verak walked inside, and the agent closed the door and stayed outside.
"Again - Boyin?!" Verak, who was about to pretend to be soft and unwilling, froze on the spot.
In the office, Rock Shriver was sitting in front of a luxurious and exquisite desk. Opposite him, two agents were holding Boyin hostage.