The signal light on the radio slowly went out. Battis took a deep breath, took out a set of tactical equipment from the secret compartment and put it on. He put the radio and the generator together. After going out, he took out an incendiary bomb and pulled it down.
The safety ring was thrown into the room.
Immediately, Battis quickly disappeared into the dark rainy night.
A few seconds later, the incendiary bomb exploded with a roar, and the high temperature of more than 1,000 degrees instantly swallowed the radio station.
A few minutes later, a group of insect-men hurried over, not knowing what happened in this abandoned villa.
After a while, people from the intelligence office finally arrived. By this time, the open fire in the room had been extinguished, but the high temperature had burned through the floor. No matter upstairs or downstairs, it was a mess. The radio station and generator were burned beyond recognition.
The original appearance could not be seen at all, and the people from the intelligence office tried very hard, but could not find any clues about what was going on.
At the same time, several kilometers away.
It was also a villa, and Dr. Carter stood in front of the open window, letting the cold wind blow all over his body.
Outside the villa, a group of heavily armed insect-men walked out of the darkness and surrounded the villa.
There was a rush of footsteps behind him, and a young insect man hurriedly rushed into the room: "Professor, we are surrounded!"
Professor Carter said calmly: "I have seen it, don't worry, my child."
"Professor?" The young insect man was surprised, not knowing what kind of medicine Professor Carter was selling in his gourd.
Carter said kindly: "Bill, please do one thing for me, please?"
"Okay, professor!" Bill agreed quickly.
"Tell everyone to put down their weapons. There is no need to resist. They will not make things difficult for you."
Bill was shocked: "What about you?"
Carter twitched his lips: "Of course you won't embarrass me."
Bill was very uneasy, but he did not dare to question the professor's decision, so he could only bow slightly, take two steps back, turn around and leave in a hurry.
Professor Carter sighed, raised his head slightly, and looked up at the drizzly night sky: "What should come will come sooner or later..."
A few minutes later, a group of ferocious bug-men surrounded John and walked into the villa. Except for the professor himself, everyone in the villa gathered in the lobby, looking down and saying nothing.
John paused slightly, strode up to the crowd, and said in an extremely gloomy voice: "Where's the professor?"
Everyone was frightened and no one dared to speak.
John's face became darker, and Bill secretly shouted, "The professor is waiting for you in the study!"
"Watch them!" John was not interested in embarrassing these little people. After giving the order, he strode up to the second floor.
The door of the study room is open, and through the open door, Dr. Carter can be seen standing alone.
John strode in, followed closely by Phil, but John stopped when he was about to enter the study, turned his head and whispered: "Wait for me outside!"
"Boss..." Phil was thinking about something, but John didn't give him a chance. He waved his hand to stop the rest of his words and walked into the study alone.
The professor turned around and faced John with a smile: "You're here!"
John's face was as dark as water, his chest heaved violently, and he stared at the professor for a while without saying anything. It was not until he controlled his emotions that he asked in a hoarse voice: "Professor, all the evidence points to you, but I am still willing
I believe you, please tell me that all this has nothing to do with you!"
The professor continued to smile: "On the contrary, I planned all of this, but I don't feel sorry at all, it's just...
"Why? Why on earth?" John roared angrily, "Why did you do this?"
The professor remained calm, but the smile on his face slowly disappeared: "Because... this is not the resistance I want!"
John's cheeks twitched slightly, and his whole body was on the verge of collapse: "We escaped from the clutches of aliens together, escaped from Buha Island together, founded the resistance army together, and we have come together today. Why did you betray me? Why?
?”
"I've made it very clear, this is not the Resistance Army I want." Dr. Carter repeated, his voice gradually getting deeper, "It should not fight against humans, let alone become an accomplice of aliens."
"I didn't do that..."
"But it's happening, John!" The professor's voice suddenly became stern, "In the past, you, like me, wanted to return to the human world, but now, you want to be independent from humans, don't tell me you don't want to do that!"
"I want to do this, but I do it for the resistance and the right to survive!"
"Don't say you are so great." Dr. Carter's voice seemed to come from a very far away place. "We all know what you are thinking. I am very heartbroken. John, what on earth turned you into a
careerist?"
"A careerist?" John was furious, "Is this how you see me? If I were a careerist, I wouldn't come to see you alone!"
Professor Carter whispered: "I'm surprised too, John. I think...it's because you still have a little conscience deep in your heart."
"Should I thank you?" John snorted coldly, "You think I don't want to return to humanity? But now we are bug-people. Suddenly, bug-people, bug-people! Why should we return to the human world? Who will accept us?"
"As you can see!" Dr. Carter's voice also rose a bit, "all countries are accepting us."
"They will only treat us as cannon fodder. If we have no use value, will they still do this?" John asked angrily.
The professor's voice returned to calmness: "John, from your standpoint, from the standpoint of all bug people, maybe you are right; but I always regard myself as a human being, from the standpoint of a human being, you
The choice was very dangerous and I couldn't let it happen, so I made the choice."
"Your choice is to abandon the resistance? Abandon the bugs? Abandon everyone?" John clenched his fists tightly, "You are a bug, even if those countries accept you, you are still a bug, you will always be a bug...
Without the Resistance, who cares about the Bugs? Don’t you know how many Bugs they killed?”
"I know, but those are alien bugs!" Carter said, "If you had cooperated with other countries, this tragedy could have been completely avoided."
Even within the Resistance Army, they don’t know how many bug-men have successfully infiltrated the aliens’ subordinates. How could the human country, which had finally seized the opportunity to counterattack, know this?
"Do you think everything is my fault?" John tilted his head, with a fierce look in his eyes.
"Does it matter who is right and who is wrong?" Dr. Carter breathed a sigh of relief, "The butt determines the head. You and I have different positions. You don't agree with what I think is right. Your rightness is also not recognized by me, so why bother?
