Twenty Seven Years Chapter 118

  Chapter 118 Peace talks

  September 22nd.

  Bressi Republic, Lezein.

  The Mona Pavilion was completely built as early as a week ago, and several small-scale rehearsals have been held recently. Now the government is only waiting for the delegations from various countries to arrive one after another from the 23rd, to conduct formal rehearsals and the final opening, to achieve the ultimate goal of demonstrating national strength and in-depth exchanges with other countries.

  For this World Expo, the Republic of Brescia changed the theme from the initial display of fine arts and traditional handicrafts to an exhibition integrating science and technology and industrial technology. It is the first concept of joint participation of all countries in the exhibition, which has attracted more attention than the first one held by the Kingdom of Welland four years ago.

As long as it is successfully held, the international status of the Republic of Bresi will be consolidated, and the economic ties with other countries will also be greatly enhanced. Therefore, the World Expo, which has a huge investment and has attracted much attention, is the most important arrangement of the Brexi government this year. To a certain extent, it determines the future economic direction of Blessie.

  However, things backfired, and this most important event did not go smoothly.

As early as more than a year ago, the rebellious party organized workers to hold protests and forced the government to issue the first decree on the working hours of workers. The "Equality Association" became more and more popular when the World Expo was held, and it gradually became famous with two things.

The first thing.

  A book called "Equality" was circulated wildly.

  The security department of the Bresi government searched everywhere, piled up confiscated books, and also destroyed and seized many small factories that secretly printed "Equality". However, this did not effectively curb the spread of ideas in the book.

  People who have books pass them on to each other in private, and those who don't have books share what they have seen and heard. An invisible wave begins to sweep across Laizein.

the second one.

  In the past half a month, no less than 20 small-scale gun battles broke out between the government and the Equality Association in many places in Laizein. Not only did these sweeping operations, which encountered fierce resistance, not cause fundamental damage to the equality society, but they also made Laiser panic and panic.

   What really frightens the government is that they can't see the whole picture of the Equality Society at all. The Equality Society hidden in the dark seems to be everywhere, and it cannot be completely eradicated, and even becomes stronger and stronger under the attack.

Therefore, the problem cannot be solved in a short period of time. The Breci government, which is trying its best to control public opinion and block negative news, after careful consideration, decided to hold a meeting with the Equality Association on September 22, the day before the arrival of delegations from various countries. a conversation.

  In the afternoon of this day, it rained heavily in Laizein, which had been clear for a long time.

  A black car was driving on the lonely and deserted road, heading towards the government building.

   "You still have the last chance to leave now." Boyne said in the passenger seat of the car, "I can deal with them alone, you are still young, and there are your parents."

   "I've made up my mind, Mr. Boyne." Daniel was driving the car, his angular face full of determination.

"Okay, then act according to my order, and there will be no trouble." Boyin glanced out the window, and the dense rain made him unable to see the prosperity of Laizein clearly. node."

  Daniel couldn't hide his excitement. Death was too insignificant before his ideals and beliefs. He whispered: "We will win in the end!"

   Soon after, the car arrived in front of the Bresci government building.

  The front of the Brexi government building is heavily guarded, and extremely strict protection has been laid down. The solitary car is in stark contrast to the soldiers wearing raincoats densely guarding the building.

  Daniel got out of the car first, and held up the umbrella to pick Boyne off.

  Byne looked at the solemn government building and the countless soldiers with guns in front of him, and patted Daniel on the shoulder with one hand: "Are you afraid?"

   "Not afraid." Daniel replied coldly at the soldiers.

  Boin raised the corners of his mouth, pushed Daniel's back, stepped forward, and walked towards the government building together as if death was at home.

  September 23rd

  Bressi Republic, Oral Bay, Daymans Prison

  In the early morning, the whistle sounded, waking up all the prisoners.

   "Chris," Keating called.

   "...um." Verak responded with a weak voice.

   "Can you still move?"

  Verak sighed: "Can't move."

   Keating looked towards the door of the cell, anxiously worried: "Can you hold on?"

  After a night of calming down, Verak's mood has stabilized a lot, but his face is still ashen: "I feel that I can't do it anymore. It's no longer a matter of willpower or not. I can feel how fragile my body is now..."

   Keating fully understood Veraker's meltdown last night.

  The feeling of being on the verge of death, coupled with the horrific torture for nearly ten days, makes a person feel hopeless.

   What relieved him was that Veraker had recovered his calm now, although he was still pessimistic: "Think about the equality society outside, you have to persevere no matter what."

"It's really hard to do..." Verak looked at the ceiling blankly, "I, I don't even know how I survived the past few days, I just wanted to persist for one day, and persist for another day, thinking so silently every day Come to the present."

"Do you remember what you said before? And the things you wrote at night when you first entered this cell." Keating needed to rebuild Verac's confidence to live, "You have lost your body now Do you want to give up the desire to live if you are so powerful?"

   "Mr. Keating." Verac turned his head to look at Keating, "I have said these words to myself ten thousand times."

   Keating is speechless.

   These words really don't make much sense.

   It's easy to speak up, but Verak has been tortured for ten days, and he has to be tortured from morning to noon every day. No matter the length of the day or the final number of days, this prison has never existed before.

  This young man has used willpower to expand his vitality to the limit.

  At this time, who is qualified to continue to say these spiritual encouragements to him? He can do this, he must have inspired himself countless times.

   "I'll do my best."

   Just when Keating didn't know how to effectively persuade Veraker, Veraker took the initiative to speak.

   "I still want to survive, so I will hold on as much as possible." Verak couldn't help sighing, "It's just that this time it's really..."

   "I will wait for your good news." Keating said.

  Verak chuckled and did not speak again.

  If Keating really can't bear to see him die, he can tell the whereabouts of the gold, and both of them can regain their freedom. But he has no right or qualification to ask Keating to do this, and indeed, as Keating said, it is easy to tell the whereabouts of the gold, but it is much harder for them to leave safely than imagined.

   Soon after, the prison guard brought breakfast.

  Villac heard from Keating that when he fell asleep last night, the prison guard fed him some food. If he didn't feed that little food, he might not be able to survive the night after he didn't eat at noon yesterday, and even if he survived today, he would definitely not be able to withstand any torture from Lecter.

   "Thank you..." Verak thanked.

   "It's nothing." The prison guards distributed the lunch boxes to Willak and Keating respectively. "Now there are too many people out there, and I can't do anything about it. Hurry up and eat."

   "Okay." Verak actually didn't have the heart to eat breakfast. It can be seen that the prison guard who helped him a lot is still enthusiastic. He didn't want to live up to his good intentions, so he had to sit up desperately.

   Keating didn't eat, bent down and put the lunch box on the ground, and then pushed it to Veraker: "Eat more."

   "You can eat..." Verak pushed back, "I can't eat so much now."

   "Then hurry up and eat." Keating picked up the lunch box and urged.

   "Yes." Verak opened the lunch box and ate.

  Ten minutes later, the prison guards came to collect the lunch boxes.

  Usually after the prison guards finished collecting the lunch boxes, the person in charge of the interrogation room would come and take Verak away. So seeing the lunch box collector coming, Verak's heart tightened.

Seeing Verak's solemn expression, the prison guard glanced back at the corridor. The prisoners in the other cells had already left, and the person in charge of taking Verak to the interrogation room hadn't arrived yet. He lit a cigarette and didn't ask Verak to smoke. Without smoking, it was stuffed directly into his mouth.

   "Hiss... Huh..." Verak was stunned for a moment, then took a greedy breath and exhaled a puff of smoke.

  Because Chris doesn't smoke, he quit smoking a long time ago in order to pretend to be a good character. When he smoked in the Thomas family mansion some time ago, he even felt that the smoke choked his throat.

   But when he thought he was dying, the sense of comfort seemed to be awakened. The tobacco seemed to numb his pain and relieve his spirit and body for a moment.

   "Huh..." Verak took another deep breath, and slowly exhaled.

   "Feeling better?" the guard asked.

   "Well, thank you." Verak nodded.

   "Your life is tough, you can last so many days under the deputy warden." The prison guard sighed.

"I-"

  Verak just wanted to say that he might not be able to survive today, but the prison guard patted him on the shoulder and interrupted him.

"See you tonight."

  Looking at the figure of the prison guard leaving, Verak smiled helplessly.

"You probably don't know that the prisoners outside are discussing you every day, from when you will die to whether you are human..." Keating saw Verak smiling, and said immediately, "Now everyone I think you will survive, there is no reason."

"I know they're discussing me. When I'm awake and they're able to move around, they just pass by our cell and look at me like a strange animal." Verak knew this, "That's the same sentence, Keating Sir, I will do my best."

   "As long as you really try your best, I believe we will meet again."

  As soon as Keating finished speaking, two prison guards opened the door of the cell and walked in carrying a stretcher.

   "You're going to carry me over there too..." Verak smiled wryly.

   A few days ago, he was dragged away when he could move, and dragged away when he couldn't move. Now he simply carried him away. That lunatic Lecter really wanted to kill him.

  The prison guard did not speak, and put Veraker on a stretcher and lifted him away.

  Daymans Prison, Warden's Office

   "Boom boom boom."

"Come in."

  Lecter opened the door and walked casually to the warden Sherif Adel, who was processing the documents: "Uncle Adel."

  Adel sat at his desk and closed the file: "I heard that you are torturing a prisoner named Thomas Chris recently?"

   "Yes, uncle." Lecter put his hands behind his back and admitted frankly, "I'm going today too, but suddenly I heard that you have something to do with me, so I came to you first."

   "I have arranged for someone to send him to the infirmary for treatment, so don't touch him in the future." Adel ordered.

   Lecter, who was planning to end the game today, narrowed his eyes: "Why? His background is strong? Isn't that chaotic party about to be wiped out?"

"The facts are even more difficult." Adel explained, "The situation over there is very complicated, and the government cannot suppress the rebellious party for a while, so we can only reach peace talks with the rebellious party before the arrival of the delegations from various countries participating in the World Expo. "

   "Peace talks?" Lecter tilted his head, "Are you kidding me?"

  In Lecter's eyes, the Equality Society is a small chaotic party that can't stand on the stage, and it's not even worthy for him to remember its name. Such a chaotic party can actually force the government to reach peace talks with them, which is a slap in the face of all of them.

"It's only temporary." Adel was also very dissatisfied with the government's approach, and his face was not good-looking. "After all, the World Expo will open soon. If Lei Zeyin remains unstable, no one can take care of it if there is an accident. Take that responsibility. So we need to ensure that the former leader of the rebellious party named Chris is alive and ready for the government to transfer."

   Lecter laughed back angrily: "I've played to the last step, let me stop?"

"This person is different from the one you killed before." Adel knew that Lecter had always been fearless, so he specifically explained the importance of Veraker, "The role he can play is far greater than you imagined, if you now Killing him angered the rebellious party and made us lose enough bargaining chips. At that time, let alone you, even your father will not be able to protect himself."

Hearing that even his father could not control the situation, fear flashed in Lecter's eyes. He walked to the desk and poured himself a glass of water: "What is the name of the head of the intelligence organization in the Ministry of Security?" ? Rock Shriver? Didn't you swear that you can solve the problem within half a month? It's really trash, even a chaotic party can't be dealt with well, and the entire government will have to lose face.”

   "Don't worry about them, your father asked me to tell you to restrain yourself, and I will transfer you back to Laizein after a while." Adel ignored Lecter's impoliteness and lit a cigar.

"Why do you want to go back? This is where I should be." Lecter drank a glass of water, wiped his mouth with his sleeve indiscriminately, sat down on the desk and looked down at Adel, "Either I will come Be the warden, and you go back to Laizein."

  A smile appeared on Adel's indifferent face: "You can talk to your father about this matter."

"Why don't you look very happy? No one has ever paid attention to this place responsible for collecting garbage, and no one knows that there is such a number one person as you. Now is your best chance for promotion, take it well, Uncle Adel .” Lecter said.

  (end of this chapter)

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