Quietly listening to the calls in his ears, Wu Chi looked down at Xu Anhua, hoping to read fear in her eyes.
However, Wu Chi was disappointed. All he saw was calmness, extreme calmness...
A trace of anger flashed across Wu Chi's face, but it was quickly hidden behind a mask of pity.
"Quiet, everyone, calm down first."
Raising his hand, Wu Chi signaled the people to stay calm.
Then he pointed his finger at Xu Anhua, who was lying on the ground, and said loudly.
"I also hate her very much. I can't wait to kill her, and I won't hesitate to vent my anger in the most cruel way..."
The bruise on his face made this sentence so convincing.
The "hero" standing aside casually tore off a rag from his cuff and tied it to his bloody left arm. Then he weighed the fire ax in his hand and gave Xu Anhua a sinister smile.
He only waited for one order, the order to cut off Xu Anhua's head.
However, Xu Anhua never looked at him from beginning to end, just waiting for something calmly.
"But I forgive her."
People looked at him confused.
"We are righteous and revolted in the name of justice. We will punish her crimes, but all this should be done by the law, not our emotions. I forgive her, but the law will judge her crimes fairly...
..."
Listening to Wu Chi's highly infectious speech, Xu Anhua smiled, although the smile was so subtle under the blood stains.
This is the ability she cannot learn - to control people's hearts.
No advanced technology is required, just a mouth is enough.
That bruise has actually become his medal, demonstrating his kindness and tolerance. People believe that under his leadership, he can lead 007 Shelter to a better tomorrow, and they hold him on the "throne."
As for Xu Anhua, he was deprived of his rights as director.
Several armed thugs came forward, roughly pulled her up, used her personal terminal to cancel the orders she had set, and "actively" handed over the director's authority to Wu Chi. Wu Chi then gave her
He put on handcuffs and pushed her bruised out of the door.
People glared at Xu Anhua, some spat at her, and some tried to throw garbage in her face.
However, he was stopped by the kind new director.
"She will be judged, and before that, we must let her live until the day of judgment."
Standing aside, Academician Qin watched all this silently. People did not embarrass this respected old man, and politely invited him back to his residence and asked him to offer blessings to the new regime. He did so, and then monitored him
The people withdrew.
Like a historical stage play, a familiar scene was replayed in this dark underground.
...
In the interrogation room.
Xu Anhua sat on the cold bench, staring at the ceiling in a daze.
Half a day had passed since the coup, and no one had come to interrogate her, nor had anyone come to bandage her wounds, or even bring her food.
In fact, it doesn't matter. People can live for two or three days without eating. As long as she has one breath left, this is the greatest kindness. Let her spend the last few days of her life quietly.
Hours.
Just then, the door opened.
Xu Anhua raised his tired eyelids and thought to himself: Is it finally here?
However, to her disappointment, an acquaintance walked in.
Feng Mo, take refuge
A senior engineer of the Institute of Science and Technology, responsible for managing the power facilities of the shelter.
Some did not dare to look directly into Xu Anhua's eyes, so Feng Mo lowered his head.
"It was me...I pulled the fuel rod out a centimeter."
It can be said that he must account for at least half of the credit for the success of this uprising.
"Um."
"Feel sorry......"
"Why do you apologize to me?" Xu Anhua asked calmly.
"I just think, what should I say, if I change my director... maybe everyone's life will be good?" Feng Mo was scratching his head as he organized the fragmented vocabulary in his mind.
Is it just a feeling?
Xu Anhua ignored him and continued to be stunned.
After swallowing, Feng Mo took out a tube of nutritional mixture from his pocket, glanced back hesitantly, and then walked timidly in front of Xu Anhua.
"Eat this."
"Is the trial over?" Xu Anhua asked.
"No......"
"It's not worth it." Xu Anhua did not take the nutritional mixture from him and closed his eyes.
If one sympathizes with the dictator who is about to be tried at the moment of victory in the uprising, like Wu Chi, who has not prepared a high-sounding rhetoric in advance, he is likely to be angered by the angry residents.
However, Feng Mo's face showed a look of pleading.
"Please, drink it...at least it will make me feel better."
He may sympathize with people's uprising, but when he saw Xu Anhua being beaten into such a miserable state by people who had lost their minds, he was also tortured by guilt all the time.
"I can not."
Just when Feng Mo was about to persuade her, footsteps suddenly came from outside the door.
He quickly put away the nutritional mixture in his hand, and almost at the same time, the two of them walked into the dark confinement room.
It is Wu Chi, the new director, and Gao Yuan, who is the ambassador.
"Feng Mo? What are you doing here?" Wu Chi looked at Feng Mo next to Xu Anhua and frowned slightly.
Gao Yuan looked at Xu Anhua with a smile and said with satisfaction: "Yes, he is still alive."
"Of course, we act in accordance with the law and are not as barbaric as this woman." Xu Anhua said proudly.
"Really? That's great." Gao Yuan smiled.
Wu Chi was overjoyed, and Feng Mo also breathed a sigh of relief.
This undoubtedly revealed a friendly signal. The Ming survivor base supported the new regime they established, which would be much more powerful for the subsequent negotiations. At least it produced a good result, which also made Feng Mo feel happy.
Feeling a little more comforted.
Only Xu Anhua was indifferent to this.
The moment she saw the woman, she knew everything was over.
Walking in front of Xu Anhua, Gao Yuan stretched out two fingers with a smile, pinched her chin, and gently turned her towards her.
Xu Anhua did not resist, but his eyes were as calm as dead water.
"The marshal wants to see you."
After hearing Gao Yuan's words, Wu Chi couldn't help but remind him.
"But, she will be judged..."
"This is the prerequisite for maintaining friendship." Gao Yuan straightened up and looked at Wu Chi: "She once threatened our leader and used our leader's kindness as a breeding ground for her dictatorship. She should be punished."
Hearing that this was a friendly premise, Wu Chi immediately felt a little worried
Shaken.
The silence lasted for half a minute: "Will you punish her?"
"Of course." Gao Yuan said with a smile.
Wu Chi glanced at Feng Mo, "...You go out first."
Feng Mo secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly left this ghost place with a sense of guilt and the joy of escaping.
Wu Chi used the same movement as when Feng Mo entered the door. He turned around and glanced at the door of the solitary room. After confirming that no one was eavesdropping, he lowered his voice and spoke to Gao Yuan.
"I can't explain this to the public..."
"You will obtain the benefit of 30 fuel rods per month for your people in the following negotiations. I believe these fuel rods will be enough for you to live a prosperous life in the next year. You know, our leader
We hate her very much. If we can get the chance to deal with her personally, we don't care about the price." Gao Yuan smiled and made a big cake to Wu Chi.
Hearing this, Wu Chi's eyes flashed with undisguised ecstasy, but he quickly calmed down.
"Ahem, if it is 40 coins, I believe the people will understand Mr. Zhu Tian's anger and make appropriate accommodations in the law. After all... deception is shameful!"
"35 pieces, this is the biggest concession." Gao Yuan's eyes flashed with impatience.
Of course, bargaining is still necessary. If you act too casually, it may make him suspicious.
35 fuel rods per month, which is almost three times the benefits Xu Anhua has obtained, is enough to demonstrate his "wisdom".
After hesitating for a moment, Wu Chi reluctantly nodded in agreement.
Just like pork being sold with a clearly marked price on the chopping board, is this the final outcome of a "wise" queen?
Xu Anhua watched the two people discussing quietly, with the same expressionless expression on his face.
Before leaving, Wu Chi gave her a sarcastic look for the last time, and then left the solitary room.
That look seemed to say: I'm sorry that I can't appreciate the painful expression on your face.
However, Xu Anhua's expression was very calm.
"Don't you seem very scared?" Gao Yuan asked with a smile.
"When will we hit the road?" Xu Anhua asked calmly.
Gao Yuan was stunned for a moment, and then her face returned to the warm smile like a virgin.
"It's fine now."
After saying that, she turned and walked towards the door.
It is only an hour's drive from the Ming Dynasty Survivor Base to Camp No. 7. However, it is already the end of February, and the snow on the ground has almost melted. Thanks to this, the zombies and alien species on the streets are also ready to move.
Due to encountering two "tyrants" on the road, the convoy was delayed for a while, and it took Zhu Tian twice as long to reach the camp.
Standing outside the several-meter-high concrete wall and admiring it, Zhu Tian felt quite emotional. He didn't expect that only fifteen days after the construction started, the camp had already developed into what it looked like.
Seeing the convoy at the Ming Dynasty Survivor Base, the soldiers standing on the wall immediately opened the gate and let the vehicles through.
As soon as he passed the gate, Zhu Tian jumped out of the car and saw Gao Yuan already standing at the gate waiting for a long time.
"I was delayed for a while on the way, so I didn't wait too long, right?" Zhu Tian walked up to her and said with a smile.
"What's going on? It's my honor to wait for you." Gao Yuan shook her head and said with a playful wink.
"Haha, don't be so polite. Tell me briefly about the situation. Let's talk as we go."