Twenty Seven Years

  Chapter 470 Changes of the times

  Normal people would not come to visit Verak in the middle of the night, let alone choose to come in by picking the door lock quietly.

  Even if there is a one-in-a-million possibility, under the current tense situation, Sheriff Cyril must deal with it with a resolute attitude that he would rather kill by mistake than let it go.

   "Shhhhhhhhhh..."

  The sound of the door lock was intermittent, giving Cyril more time to judge and think.

  Here is heavily guarded, and it is the residential area of ​​the cadres and their families of the International Equality League. Dare to assassinate Veraker here, the other party has probably made sufficient preparations, and the number of people is likely to outnumber them.

  Cyril was not absolutely sure to eliminate the enemy by himself. While aiming his gun at the door, he moved back and came to the bed, waking up the sleeping Verak.

  After waking himself up suddenly in the middle of the night, Veraker did not make any sound in a very tacit understanding. Instead, he saw Cyril rushing to the door and maintaining a gun posture through the light of the moonlight, and quickly realized what was going on.

   "There is movement at the door. I suspect it is dangerous. Once a battle breaks out later, I will try my best to create opportunities for you to evacuate." Cyril lowered his voice and said in a voice almost whispering.

"You said that there are many of our comrades patrolling here. As long as we can buy a certain amount of time, other comrades will come to assist us." The assassination came so quickly, Verak woke up instantly, and picked up his own from the bedside table. Equipped with a gun, he and Cyril confronted the people outside the door silently.

   "Don't come this far." Cyril stood in front of Verak.

   "If we want to gain more time, we must turn passive into active." Verac was extremely calm, passed Cyril, and came to the door, ready to shoot through the door, catching the opponent by surprise.

   "Shut up!" At the same time, the door lock made a crisp sound, and the lock was opened.

   "Stay! Put down your weapon!"

   "Drop your weapons! Or we'll shoot!"

"boom!"

   "Bang bang!"

   "Drop your weapons! Put down your weapons!"

   Before Verak could shoot, the outside suddenly turned from quiet to noisy.

After a few gunshots, there were dense and chaotic footsteps outside, and then, the door was pushed open, and a comrade saw Verak and Cyril standing behind the door with guns, and then he was stunned for a moment, and then saluted: "Victor Vice-Chairman Lark! Captain Cyril! We have tracked down a group of suspicious comrades! We found that they were trying to open your door quietly, so we acted decisively!"

Verak put down his gun and walked out of the room. He found two corpses lying on the ground, and one person was shot in the arm. He was restrained by other comrades. The doors of other residents were also opened. Many comrades who were half asleep and half awake Seeing Verak and several corpses, he immediately understood what happened in the corridor just now.

   "Are you okay?"

   "Are they here to assassinate Comrade Verak?"

   "Isn't this Ferry?! He is actually a member of the government army?!"

   "I'm fine." Verak waved his hand and looked at the man under control, "Are you from the government army?"

   "Hehe." The controlled man sneered at Verak regardless of the pain of the wound.

  The guard captain who followed the assassins all the way explained the situation: "We secretly protected you under the order of Chairman Keating. Because they lived here, they did not arouse the vigilance of the apartment building patrol."

  Verak was secretly startled.

  How far has the International Equality League been infiltrated...

   "Clean up the scene, take him away for interrogation, everyone else go back to rest, it's all right." The captain of the guard handled it in an orderly manner.

   "Thank you for your hard work." After expressing his thanks, Verak returned to the room.

   "Should we stay in another place?" Cyril suggested with lingering fear.

  Verak lost sleepiness and sat on a chair to smoke: "Even this place has been infiltrated so badly, where else do you think it's safe?"

"You should go back to the Equality Building first. The Equality Building can guarantee your safety to the greatest extent." Cyril stood at the door, wiping his cold sweat, "If it wasn't for the secret protection of the Ministry of Intelligence this time, I wouldn't be sure enough Can handle three people."

"Now is my rest time, and I will go back to the Equality Building the day after tomorrow." Verac didn't feel much fluctuation in his heart. What really impacted him was that too many people betrayed the revolution. It is not so easy to organize the assassination of me."

  Cyril didn't say anything more. The scene of Morais' accident repeatedly appeared in his mind, and his emotions couldn't help but churn.

   Finishing a cigarette, Verak glanced out the window.

  The intelligence department must be doing reverse osmosis work. In this matter, apart from strengthening the monitoring and intelligence capabilities, there is no other better way to find out the moths.

   It was just so rampant that he was assassinated the first night he came back, which made him more intuitively feel the current pressure on the terminus.

The government's tough offensive has never stopped, and on this basis, it has learned some methods of the International Equality Alliance, strengthened it, and used double offensives to make the International Equality Alliance, which has stood on the bright side and endured severe challenges from both inside and outside Even more out of breath.

  The International Equality League has gone too far.

   But as Keating said, this is not necessarily a bad thing. If you take a small step, the result may not be better than it is now.

   "Let's rest." After thinking for a while, Verak realized that he was on vacation, so he forcibly stopped this state and went back to bed to lie down.

   "You rest, I'll watch." Cyril's nerves were tense, and the remaining drowsiness disappeared without a trace.

   "Can you watch for twenty-four hours? Can you watch for forty-eight hours?" Verak put his hands behind his head, "Take a rest when it's time to rest. There are still many things to do tomorrow, and the security work is left to the intelligence department."

   Under Veraker's repeated requests, Cyril slowly calmed down on the small sofa, and fell asleep unconsciously.

  The next day, the morning of November 12th

   After washing and having breakfast, the two of them left this perhaps dangerous apartment complex, and rushed to a school by car.

   "The way you rest is quite special." After getting acquainted with Veraker, Cyril chatted a little more.

   "Is the rest you imagined just a deep sleep?" Verak sat in the co-pilot's seat this time.

   "At least I won't be running around like this."

"Every day is full of revolutions, tensions, what to do... It makes me a little tired. For me, rest is to take these things away for a while, just don't press me so much. "Verak said, "I'm actually very energetic. If I lie still, it's not rest for me, it's a kind of torture."

  Cyril nodded slightly: "What are you going to school for?"

"A friend who didn't join our organization sacrificed himself to help me and our great cause. I inquired about it, and his child is now studying in this school, so I wanted to visit secretly." Verak added Dawn The deeds told Cyril.

   "What an admirable person!" Cyril thought that he might not be that great, "but why did you sneak around?"

"I hope they don't disturb their life too much. They are living well, so I can rest assured that if there is any difficulty, it will not be too late for me to help." Verak explained, "There is another reason, which is the same as yesterday Carmine and their situation are the same."

   "Are you afraid that if you contact them directly, you will be noticed by others, and then you will be liquidated when the government forces reoccupy Lazein?"

"Well, their family is no different from others on the surface. At first, we continued to secretly fund and provide protection. Later, Ms. Edith's life gradually got on the right track, so she refused the help and raised the child with her own ability. Now it seems that this is not only a performance of self-reliance, but also a foresight out of safety considerations." Verak is full of appreciation for Edith.

  Her actions undoubtedly guaranteed the safety of herself and her daughter.

  The International League for Equality is not stupid. In the absence of a comprehensive victory, it has never publicly praised the contribution of the Edith family to the revolution.

   While chatting, the car came to the opposite side of the school.

  At this point, students are pouring in continuously.

"Now everyone can go to school, and the tuition fees are borne by us. Those who are of the right age go to ordinary schools, and we have specially established adult schools, workers' schools, etc. to receive them..." Cyril explained to Verac that the current Lezein , the International Equality League controls initiatives in the area.

   "Very good." Veraker was very happy to see such a scene, but he was also worried about the financial pressure of the International Equality League.

  The International Equality Alliance has not yet found the most suitable development model, so it makes huge investments everywhere with slow returns. If the funding problem cannot be solved in a timely manner, it will not take long for the finances to collapse, and everything will come to naught.

   While thinking, two figures appeared in Verak's sight.

  That was Miss Edith and her child Darlene whom he had met more than half a year ago.

  They dressed plainly, held hands, and stopped in front of the school gate, talking and laughing.

  Edith touched Darlene's head, and told her a few words, Darlene nodded, and entered the campus playfully with other students.

  Watching the child go in, Edith walked in the other direction.

   "Let's go." Verak, who had witnessed the whole process, smiled inadvertently.

   "Huh? Are you waiting?" Cyril didn't understand the situation.

   "I see them."

   "Don't you ask them quietly if they need help or something? If it's not convenient for you, I will go." Cyril was about to get out of the car to help.

  Verak stopped her and said with a chuckle, "You don't need to ask. I saw them all smiling happily. With such smiles, life shouldn't be too difficult."

   "...Okay, so where do we go next?"

   "Did you know there is a choir in the Propaganda Department?" Verak wanted to meet Rose and listen to Elizabeth's singing.

   "There is a choir, but the choir is not in Laizein. They all volunteered to go to the front to perform condolences for the Equality Army a few months ago." Cyril thought for a while.

  Verak's thoughts fell through: "Go to the front line..."

   "Do you know friends there?"

"There are a few, and I still want to listen to them. It seems that I can only find another opportunity." Verak smiled bitterly. "In this way, I really don't know where to go. Do you have any recommendations? ?”

   "Well... where do you want to go? Do you want to eat something delicious, drink some wine, or have fun?" Cyril, as the sheriff of Laizein, knows the situation in Laizein very well.

   "It's interesting." Verak himself didn't know what kind of place he wanted to go, so he could only give a vague request.

   "Then I know one, so I'll take you there." Said, Cyril started the car.

   Half an hour later, the car stopped in front of a building with a big word written on the door: Mel Theater.

   "Theatre..." Some memories of Veraker were brought back.

"I'll take you to watch the movie. This is very interesting, and it's the most popular thing now." Cyril didn't know that Verak knew about it, and explained excitedly, "How should I put it, there is just something, It’s called a projector, and it can record many things and project them onto the screen vividly...I can’t describe it, but you’ll know it when you see it.”

   When Verac first came to Laizein, he was taken to watch a movie by Chris' best friend Colin.

  Movies had only just been invented at that time, and they only caused a shock in a limited circle of aristocrats. Verac had a hunch that it would thrive, and Colin also bluntly said that it would become a great art, but because of various things, he no longer paid attention to the development of the film, and Colin's life was always fixed on a certain day.

   "Go and see." Verak got out of the car.

   "This point should not have started yet, we have to wait." Cyril quickly caught up with Verak and walked into the theater.

  The earliest movie won’t start until forty minutes later. Fortunately, there are still a few tickets left unsold, so Cyril hurriedly bought them.

During the waiting time, Verac didn't just sit still. He came to the empty auditorium, looked at the rows of seats, the curtain covering the entire wall, and the musical instruments on both sides of the curtain, and sighed: "It's better than before. A lot, it’s actually been commercialized.”

   "Have you seen it?" Cyril was surprised.

"I watched it when I first came out, but it was not as big as it is now, and the movie was very short, only a dozen seconds. Even if I watched it several times, it might not be worth the price of the ticket." Verac Sit in the seat they reserved.

"It's different now. The movie is very long. It can tell stories between people and give full play to people's imagination. Many people come to watch the movie every day. Fortunately, we chose it in the morning. If it was in the evening, There's not even a place to stand here..." Cyril sat beside Verak and said.

  Stories between people.

   Isn't this the incredible idea that Colin put forward at the beginning?

  Verak's heart was touched.

  If Colin can live to the present, will he find his own true value and create greater possibilities for the movie?

  (end of this chapter)