Twenty Seven Years

  Chapter 219 Attack

  January 4th at 6:00 am

  People in the government thought that the Equality Association would start taking action tomorrow, so when they rested in peace, the Morais faction distributed all over the city of Laizein was already gearing up and ready to launch an attack at any time.

As early as three or four o'clock in the cold morning, Piaf wrote an article called "Why We Fight" before the action, and the people with the newspaper office compared it with "Women's Declaration", "Internationale", " Equality Theory (Excerpt and other content were posted in the streets and alleys of the urban area.

  After Charles, the head of the intelligence department, arrived near the southern military warehouse, he didn't even have time to take a sip of water. He immediately discussed with the eyeliner who had been here for a long time how to rescue Diaz, Murphy, and Nord.

  Mortensen and Sival, who performed the task of confusing the public and causing the urban area to temporarily plunge into chaos, also commanded the people scattered in the two places to prepare for the attack.

For the others, Li Meng and Lister forced Chloe to send out to contain the main force of the government near the Mona Pavilion; Olak and Carl received support materials for the wounded at any time; Reid's standby troops; Frank's cover retreat, etc., have all been planned After completing all the preparations, he entered the standby state.

As for the core of the master plan, near the government building where the fiercest battle is bound to break out, Morais hid in a watch shop with six cadres. in the block.

   "There are still four hours." Morais looked at the watch on his wrist, "You repeat your specific tasks again."

  Verak took the lead in explaining, and the rest followed up and reported what they had said hundreds of times.

After listening, Morais patiently emphasized: "Your responsibilities and the countermeasures in case of various emergencies must be strictly followed by our schedule, and you can't make mistakes in one step. Anyone who violates the plan will cause If the action fails, I will not do anything. You find a way to face the sacrificed person and get their understanding. Well, let’s all rest and rest, don’t get tensed so early.”

  Four hours are not long or short, everyone spread out, or closed their eyes to rest their minds, or checked weapons repeatedly, or paced back and forth, quietly waiting for ten o'clock to arrive.

   "Do you still remember how to use it?" Keating showed Veraker a pistol, "In fact, the essence of a pistol and a long gun are the same..."

  The last time Verac shot, he had Keating teach him how to do it on the freighter after he escaped from prison. Since returning to Laizein, he has not had the opportunity to practice his marksmanship and combat ability. Now he is under a lot of pressure to immediately engage in a tough battle.

   "Is that so, right?" Veraker asked, fiddling with a pistol.

   "Yes." Keating nodded slightly.

   "...you remember to follow us when the time comes, and don't expose yourself to their guns." After knowing roughly how to operate, Verak put away the gun and told Keating.

   Keating still had a kind smile on his face: "Why is it your turn to tell me?"

   "I'm not kidding you, it's dangerous."

"Of course I know it's dangerous, but I participated in many similar battles when I was young. Even when I was arrested and imprisoned more than two years ago, I killed three pursuers and wounded two, because there was no The bullet was caught." Keating was quite confident, "You follow me when the time comes, and I can teach you more practical experience."

  Villak is very aware of how powerful his teacher is, and it is almost impossible to find that he has not dabbled in too many things. But no matter how powerful it is, it doesn't mean that doing this kind of thing is not dangerous. He didn't want to see Keating in danger: "I'm not talking about this—"

  Keating walked aside and admired all kinds of watches: "How many times have you talked about this, why do you still become a mother-in-law?"

   "I..." Verak also stood over and glanced at the watch on display absently: "... Bullets don't have eyes, and no one can tell what will happen. I don't want to see..."

"Then should you shrink back and let others take the lead? Sometimes you are too considerate of others, but ignore others' feelings. If it were you, you must be ashamed to be that coward, right? Then why do you think I'll do it?" Keating gently pointed out that Verac had disrespected him in a sense.

   "Understood." Verac was endlessly struggling with this in his mind. He thought Keating was right, but he didn't think his thinking was wrong.

  Morais put his hands behind his back and walked up to the two: "What are you talking about?"

   "It's just to remind each other to be careful." Verak replied.

"You should be careful." Morais stood still, picked up the watch in the store and looked at it carefully, "I specially arranged for you to follow me, not expecting you to be able to outnumber a hundred, but hoping that you Stabilize the situation. Therefore, your safety is a little more important than mine, before I die, you only need to follow me to advance the battle line, you don't have to be like everyone else."

   "I have to take the lead." Verak had no face to hide behind others.

   Keating immediately pointed out: "Look, you won't accept when Morais arranges the so-called good things for you."

   "..." Veraker glanced at Keating, not knowing what to say, and fought for Morais, "I will fight side by side with the others. If there is a priority, I will let you die last."

   "Yes, yes, but I have a condition, that is, you can no longer interfere with Comrade Keating's decision." Morais raised the condition with Verac.

Only then did Verac realize that Morais had just listened to their conversation in its entirety, and now he came here and said this to himself in order to help Keating: "Well, I have no right to decide other people's affairs, I respect , Believe in the teacher's choice."

   "There is still a long way to go, you have to try to trust others. This kind of trust is not about betrayal or not, but ability." Morais said.

   "...I will." Verak thought about it seriously.

   This is not the first time he has intervened 'arbitrarily' in order to keep others from being in danger.

  As early as when Diaz, Murphy, and Nord took the initiative to apply to go to the military warehouse as bait, he had done so. But the three people brought out by him continued his style of doing things, one was more stubborn than the other, and even he couldn't stop them, and finally could only agree that they were in a dangerous situation.

"Don't think about so many meaningless things, eat and drink to replenish energy, or take a nap, take a hot bath, or find something to do." Morais squeezed Verak's shoulder to help him relax .

   Keating also helped Veraker in this way.

   Along the way, he has been helped and taught by too many people.

  —

  Government buildings, security department, intelligence bureau, interrogation room

seven in the morning

  Ross has no concept of time at all, he can only wake up for a short while every day, and the rest of the time is either muddled or comatose.

   "Open your mouth." Someone from the intelligence agency came over and opened his mouth, and poured liquid food into his mouth.

In the past, three meals a day were indispensable, which ensured that Ross would have the basic energy to sustain his life. Now that it was only a matter of time before the Equality would fall into the encirclement and be wiped out, the person responsible for delivering the meals to Ross was Change to only one meal a day, and only one meal in two days.

  The person who delivered the meal wished that Ross would die when he couldn't hold his breath.

  Who told him to make the people of the Intelligence Bureau suffer too much, who said that the Equality Society will perish, and he has become almost worthless.

   "Can I... ask you... a question..." Rose sometimes wanted to die, but the desire to live helped him defeat the frequent despair. After swallowing the food, he exhausted all his strength and asked the food delivery man who was about to leave, "What day is it today..."

   "No. 4." The food delivery person stopped in his tracks, and looked at the tough man jokingly, "Is there anything else you want to know?"

  Number Four...

   It should be January 4th.

   That means the new year has passed, and it is now 1434.

  Ross closed his eyes and gasped for breath.

  He didn't know what else he wanted to know. He had been trapped in this dark place for too long, as if he had been cut off from the world, and nothing was worth caring about.

   "I'll leave without me." The delivery man wanted to tease Rose, but seeing that he seemed to pass out again, he had to go out.

   "Ping, Equality Council...what, what happened..." Ross asked before the food delivery person left.

"Tomorrow everything will end with the closing ceremony of the World Expo." The man stared at Ross's face, expecting his expression, "If you persist, you might not be able to wait until you meet Chris, Morais, Boyne What kind of rebel leaders are locked together. It is also possible that you will never see them again-it means that they died before you."

  Ross didn't show any expression on his face. He was silent for a long time, and finally broke into an ugly smile.

   "I'm finally free, aren't you happy?"

   "Can't lose."

"Um?"

   "Chris... can't lose."

   "You don't know what's going on outside. The Equality Association is about to fall into our trap. This time they really can't escape."

   "You don't know Chris, deal with him and him a few more times...you will know..."

  —

  Military Warehouse in the Southern District, the hotel where Diaz and others stayed

Eight O'clock

  The three got up very early.

  Every day before, they would go out to inspect the situation pretending to be an investigation by the Equality Association. Today, in order not to arouse the suspicion of the intelligence agency, Diaz went out with Nord for a stroll.

"If you want me to say, when we receive the signal, we will go out in the name of patrolling, and retreat immediately after we reach the area where their control is weak. If Charles has a good eye, we will definitely understand when we go out. What's the intention." After the inspector returned to the room for two hours, Nord told Diaz about the new method he thought of on the road.

"I think so too." Diaz took off his coat, and put the cold pistol at his waist on the table, "It's just that every time we patrol, we act separately. Going to Murphy will definitely arouse the alert of the Intelligence Bureau."

   "Also..." Nord felt a headache.

  Murphy hurriedly said: "Brother, you and Nord can go, I will find a way by myself."

"What are you talking about?" Diaz didn't bother to overreact to such things that he couldn't do at all, so he squatted by the fire and said flatly, "Our people will find a way to deal with us, When the time comes, adjust accordingly. If there are special circumstances, I will also find ways to ensure your safety."

"Don't worry, your brother and I will guarantee your safety." Nord smiled, not taking it seriously on the surface, but in fact, he wanted to let the youngest Murphy not be nervous, "Whatever he is, Rock Shriver, from the Intelligence Bureau , Slap two shots, kill them all."

  After he needed to take care of others, sensitivity and delicacy, which had never appeared in him before, gradually appeared.

   "Your marksmanship is not as good as Murphy." Diaz objectively evaluated the strength of the two.

   "But I'm older than him!" Nord brought up the age advantage again.

   Murphy's ears were almost callused after hearing these words: "Brother, do you want some water?"

   "Drink." Nord rushed to respond to the "brother", "Pour a glass for me and Comrade Diaz, please, Comrade Murphy."

  —

  Government building, Ministry of Security, room where Boyne was placed under house arrest

nine in the morning

   Dedicating part of the troops to the hospital for Boyne alone made the Minister of Security White feel that the loss outweighed the gain. Therefore, after Boyin's wound was treated, he asked someone to bring Boyin back, and arranged for a doctor to stay here all the time to change his dressing regularly, so as to avoid this situation from happening again.

   "Daniel, help me put the book back." Boyne sat on the sofa and handed a book to Daniel.

   "Is your arm better?" Daniel put the book back on the shelf.

  Boin glanced at the bandaged arm: "I'm fine."

   "Do you think your method is effective? We have worked so hard to make such a big commotion, if they..."

"Whether it's useful or not, we've all done the best within our ability." After Boyin had done everything he could, his mentality was quite stable. Firstly, he believed in Morais, and secondly, no matter how panicked he was now It doesn't make sense, "Tomorrow is the closing ceremony, and we will know if it succeeds or not."

  Daniel cut up fruit for Boyne, and helped him supplement nutrition to speed up the recovery of the wound: "People in the government are not stupid. They will probably deploy heavy troops at the closing ceremony to guard against us, right?"

   "Sure." Boyin picked up a piece of apple and ate it.

   "Then how do we fight? Those of us, and those firepower, can fight with them a little bit. It's really hard to fight. It's not an opponent at all."

"I don't know, but if Morais will act like this, it must be that a corresponding plan has been made, and all our concerns have been resolved." Boin took another piece of apple in his hands without any haste, "I Believe in his ability, any arrangements he makes will not be groundless and let comrades die in vain."

   "Indeed, we really can't do anything now, we can only choose to trust them." Daniel felt a little aggrieved.

   "Just let us take a vacation, don't think so much." Boyin focused on eating the fruit, "This apple is very sweet, try it."

  (end of this chapter)