The dark figure holding the lamp slowly approached the middle of the room, and the dim light illuminated an iron chair placed there.
A woman was tightly tied to a chair with four restraints, a black blindfold covering her eyes, and a cloth stuffed in her mouth.
The black shadow reached out and removed the ball of cloth from the woman's mouth, and poured a bottle of water over her head.
When the woman was doused with water, her whole body felt tingling.
Immediately, he raised his head and opened his mouth, desperately trying to take the water into his mouth, but the bottle in the black shadow's hand was soon emptied.
The black shadow lifted the oil lamp close to the woman's face. The burning heat of the glass lampshade made the woman couldn't help but tilt her body to avoid it.
"Doctor Qin, how are you thinking? Are you willing to cooperate with us?"
The woman on the chair was silent.
"Really? It seems you still need some time to think about it, so I won't interrupt you."
The black shadow smiled and suddenly put the lamp on the woman's face.
While she was being burned so hard that she screamed, the cloth was stuffed into her mouth again.
Then he turned and left.
The iron door of the room closed heavily, and the woman on the chair let out a desperate whimper.
She struggled to shake her body on the chair, but it was in vain. The restraint belt completely restricted her movements, but made her struggling look like a pitiful insect twisting.
At this time, the radio in the room sounded, a familiar singing voice came, and the woman on the chair stopped struggling.
Tears left wet traces on her eye mask, and more than ten seconds after the song started, she fell into a deep sleep.
The monitor with infrared night vision function on the ceiling turned and entered a low-power semi-sleep state.
In front of the monitoring station, a man in a suit wearing a black devil mask with ram's horns turned off the device. When he heard the footsteps behind him, he asked without looking back: "How long will it take to make her surrender? Can't we change it?"
A more effective way to torture?"
The man who entered the monitoring room wore a white god mask on his face. He placed the extinguished oil lamp in his hand in the corner and explained to his companions: "If you want to revive it, you must first make it despair. Just wait.
I guess she can’t hold it any longer.”
"Time is the cost, not to mention there is such a good opportunity in front of us..."
"Don't worry, let's wait and see. Archery requires a target.
It remains to be seen whether Joffrey Nadel will be qualified as the new city manager."
"Are you not in a hurry? The fleet of the National Defense Force has laid many traps in the offshore area. The unmanned submarine sent by 'Ark' several times has been intercepted. The supplies cannot be transported in. The materials and energy in our place can last for another half month at most.
." The man in a suit wearing a black devil mask said worriedly.
The man in the white god mask said while changing into work clothes: "Instead of complaining here, why not follow me to repair the solar power generation device."
"Pull it down, I don't understand that stuff... By the way, when will the Siren come back?"
"She probably hasn't been back recently. She was seen by several fishermen on the coast last time. She was worried that this stronghold would be exposed."
"Okay, then it seems that there is no chance of letting her bring cigarettes."
The man in the white god mask shrugged: "I still have half of it under the bed, so save yourself the trouble."
"Thank God, I can probably survive three days without food and water, but I can't survive a day without cigarettes."
The man in the white god mask said in a deep tone: "As a warrior serving the returning god, you should not pursue pleasure too much."
The man in a suit with a black devil mask leaned on the seat and raised his hands in a gesture of surrender: "I'm not as pious as you. To be honest, I didn't choose to become a warrior for the sake of the returning god. I just wanted to have a chance.
Leave the ark and take a look at the world on land."
"Be careful what you say. Don't forget that there is..." The man in the white god mask paused.
He said in a respectful tone: "A patriarch."
"I know, I know,
You should hurry up and see if you can repair the solar generator."
After his companion left the monitoring room, the man in the suit lifted up his mask and lit a cigarette.
He took a deep breath, exhaled the smoke, and said with a chuckle: "What kind of dean...he's just a freak kid."
……
Baishiyuan Official Residence, late at night.
Jonard stood by the window of the office, watching Jin Jianshen's leaving figure outside, and slowly closed the curtains.
"Mr. Jin is gone? What have you been talking about for so long?" Bellona opened the door and came in, bringing him a glass of hot milk.
"He gave me a suggestion." Jonard took the milk and took a sip, and said solemnly: "It was suggested that I cut off my father and assist the administration in tracking down the accident of the pioneer group and restore the image of the city official. In the follow-up
He will give me financial help in terms of governance and reform."
Bellona asked: "Then what does Mr. Jin want from you?"
Chouinard shook his head: "I'm not sure. Although he admitted to me that he illegally collected some personal exoskeletons - quasi-military grade ones, and hoped to get special permission from me in the future, I don't think this is the case."
That's the reward he asked for."
Bellona commented: "Indeed, it is nothing for a rich man like him to hold some private weapons. If it is just to get special permission from the city official, then this is the same as the cost and cost of him getting involved to assist you.
The risk does not match.”
"That's what I said, and his answer is that he doesn't do things purely for paper profits." Jonard said, rubbing his chin with his fingers.
"It's hard to imagine that a businessman would not pursue profits." Bellona said worriedly, "Darling, cooperating with him means that you may have to send your father to the Exile Development Zone with your own hands..."
"If those things are true, then he deserves this punishment." Jonard sat on the chair and held his forehead and sighed, "Maybe I should call him... But at this sensitive time, everyone
People advised me not to do it."
"So, have you approved Mr. Jin's proposal?"
Jonard replied: "My original idea was to use all possible connections and mobilize the political resources accumulated by our family to quell this matter. For my father to completely retire from politics, it would be best to go to a remote small town immediately.
He lives in seclusion on the island. After that, I will bear all the responsibilities for him."
"Because I can't believe that those mistakes back then were caused by him alone. From the standpoint of the Son of Man, I still can't think about this matter calmly."
Jonard lowered his head and got his hands into his hair:
"But no matter what, it is a fact that the issue of the pioneer group has caused harm to those people. Since it is a mistake, it must be corrected."
"Provide compensation to the families of those who suffered and were wronged back then. You can even go to their door to apologize to them in person. You can even kneel down. Rehabilitate Yin Youguo and compensate his relatives... Of course, I know very well that these post-event remedies cannot offset the mistakes of the year. I am late.
Justice is not justice, it is just a kind of self-comfort of conscience."
Jonard said and laughed at himself.
"Darling..." Bellona's eyes were filled with tears, she covered her mouth and looked at her husband distressedly.
"Obviously, in this case, I will not be able to continue to serve as the mayor of Qidao City. If some people can forgive me, the court may consider a lighter sentence."
Bellona kept shaking her head: "Those things obviously have nothing to do with you, you don't have to do this..."
"But my surname is Nader, and someone must take responsibility. I said the same thing in front of Jin Jianshen."
"Mr. Jin tried to dissuade you."
"Yes." Jonard nodded, "He told me that my father had indeed committed an inescapable crime, and advised me to calmly distinguish between right and wrong, and think about the future of myself, this city, and even the entire Iron Dome."
Bellona took a deep breath with great effort, she had a premonition that her husband's next words would be suffocating.
"The sources of power can be divided into good and evil, but power itself is just a tool. Don't shy away from power obtained from despicable actions, correct chaos and use it in the right place." Jonard said slowly, "Jin Jian
That’s what Shen said to me.”
"That Mr. Jin is indeed no ordinary person..."
"Throughout the entire conversation, he was trying to help me re-establish the belief that Seven Islands needs me," Chouinard said. "We made an appointment to meet downtown tomorrow night, and I would give him a message at that time.
Reply."
Bellona stepped forward and gently held her husband's shoulders, encouraging: "No matter what his purpose is, at least this sentence is correct. Qidao City needs you, Darling, you can't give up like this in despair.
Your ambition, your ideal."
Jonard put his palm on the back of his wife's hand: "It seems that after insisting on marrying you back then, I am going to stand against my father for the second time."