The conference room was silent.

Pairs of eyes with different expressions were directed at the man who stood up from the conference table.

Director Feng's face showed surprise at first, then turned into anger, and then there was a trace of vigilance in his eyes.

Guixu is the complete opposite.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, with a trace of undetectable murderous intent flashing in his pupils.

He recognized that face.

That man's name is Malik, the captain of the Desert Scorpions special forces. He was suspended for investigation a few months ago due to the failure of the operation and causing serious losses.

Just in time for the Enlightenment Society to enter a "business contraction period", there was no need for external military operations, so the Desert Scorpion Special Forces had not been rebuilt, and this person had been on standby in Vault 13.

If it hadn't been for the fact that more and more high-level androids from the Celestial Being Organization were taking away the power that belonged to him, so that he didn't have many people at his disposal, otherwise there would be no need to promote this guy.

At this moment, Guixu didn't even expect that the dog he had promoted would suddenly go crazy and bite him.

There was no need to wait for him to attack, the representative of the heavenly beings had already stood up with a dark face.

"What do you mean?"

A pair of electronic eyes flashed with a scary red light.

The android codenamed "Tian Lei" stared at "Malik" intently, without concealing his explicit murderous intent.

Facing the murderous gaze, Zhuang Lan, disguised as Malik, did not panic at all.

This emotionless iron man probably only has the most real thing left, his murderous intent.

She had no doubt.

After these guys take over the entire world, they will definitely turn their guns and continue the purification in a more thorough way until every heretic in their eyes is eliminated.

Without answering the android's question, Zhuang Lan didn't even look at him. He just glanced at the confused faces on the conference table and said in a calm tone.

"You have been closed here for too long, and you have no idea what is happening outside."

"Just a few months ago, the Alliance had seized control of the Orion guided missile cruiser, and 100,000 neutron torpedoes were already under the control of the survivor forces."

"The game is over."

"There are survivors united outside the shelter gate. No matter which direction you attack, you will be surrounded and suppressed from all sides at the first time."

"God's punishment may come, but it will never come on anyone except you-"

"shut up!"

A hysterical roar interrupted her.

Zhuang Lan looked at that person and saw Director Feng from Shelter No. 13 breathing heavily and staring at him with bloodshot pupils.

It was a look that was filled with hatred to the core.

It was as if she wanted to peel off the skin that belonged to "Malik" on her body.

Before Gui Xu and Tian Qi came out to speak, he felt like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

"That's nonsense! The Orion is a legacy of the People's Alliance Aerospace Forces. Even if those survivors are lucky enough to climb aboard, there is no way they will be authorized to drive! Not to mention, the starship is already in our hands. They are connected

No chance at all!"

Although the hysterical roar was somewhat incoherent, the basic logic was still there.

The survivors sitting at the conference table exchanged glances, and the panic originally written in their eyes also faded a little.

really--

The Orion is an active warship of the People's Alliance Air and Space Force.

Even if the People's League no longer exists, it is impossible for just a few scavengers to go up and pick up this garbage.

Lagrange's point space station is still operating.

Only the political power recognized by the Air and Space Force can legally inherit the heritage that once belonged to the Awami League.

These wastelanders living outside the sanctuary are nothing more than usurpers.

Looking at the whispering residents of the shelter and the hysterical director, Zhuang Lan had a hint of pity and a hint of contempt in her eyes.

These guys have long forgotten their original vows.

The reason why they were born in a paradise like the Sanctuary was never because of any natural right, but because 200 years ago, a group of nobler people chose to face hell and left the hope of survival to Gou Qie in the Sanctuary.

of them.

Their fathers had solemnly promised to carry the souls of the dead people forward, to rebuild human homes in the desolate wasteland, and to treat the children living in hell as their own children.

.

At this moment, their children have undoubtedly betrayed the oath of their parents.

Their way to solve the problem is to kill the problem and the person with the problem.

perhaps--

The suffering they endured must be part of the retribution.

Just like the light on them.

Both exist simultaneously.

A glimmer of understanding gradually emerged in Zhuang Lan's heart, and she finally fully understood why that person wanted to lend her freedom.

That is indeed a redemption that only she, or the residents of the shelter, can accomplish.

Her dry lips moved and she spoke slowly.

"...This is a fact and it happened months ago."

Seeing that hysterical face gradually stained with fear and despair, Zhuang Lan continued in a calm voice.

"A few months ago, I was confused as to why the Orion would open authorization to those wastelanders and civilians... But now, I no longer have the slightest confusion in my heart. Their choice is the best choice.

The right choice."

The air was as quiet as if it had solidified.

Director Feng looked at her in despair, and then turned his struggling gaze to Guixu, trying to get the answer.

That look seemed to say - "Tell me this isn't true."

The latter put on a troubled expression and sighed. He was about to say something, but Tian Qi stopped him with his eyes.

It's no longer necessary.

In fact, there was no need for "Malik" to come out and point it out. There had been rumors circulating a few months ago that the Orion had fallen. Now, at best, this layer of window paper has been pierced.

Zhuang Lan glanced at Gui Xu, who was sneering, and then at the android representative who was looking at him with cold eyes, and immediately understood what they meant.

They no longer planned to act, and had done so long before this meeting began.

really.

With the current strength of the Enlightenment Society and the Celestial beings gathered in Vault 13, although it is not enough to fight against the survivors on the surface, there is still no problem in dealing with the dishonest residents in the Vault.

The undisguised expression is almost obvious——

You say whatever you want.

I've put my cards on the table.

Whatever——

This scene was originally played to the end.

Without exposing their faces, Zhuang Lan turned her attention to Director Feng and the few shelter residents sitting next to him who were still lucky, and said in a cold voice.

"You place your hope in a group of executioners, counting on them to vigorously kill all those who oppose you and those who disagree with you, and then pretend that nothing happens, then the original problems will be solved and a beautiful utopia will be created.

Coming automatically——"

"What a childish delusion."

"Where do you get the confidence that a knife that has been stained with human blood since its birth will suddenly be used to peel fruit one day in the future? Where do you get the confidence that you are one of the lucky ones?

Instead of becoming a new problem?”

"The reckoning will come soon, whether it's the space station at Lagrange Point or here."

"Wake up, this is your last chance."

After saying the last sentence, Zhuang Lan stopped talking and left time for the people sitting at the conference table.

However, the result was regrettable.

Even at the end of the show, she didn't see anyone stand up and apologize for her momentary confusion, or say a word on her behalf.

It's not that they really can't wake up, but they just don't want to wake up.

These are the so-called noble bloodlines that have been shaded by the afterglow of their fathers and have lived in peace for a long time in the wasteland.

They would rather bear the cost of their mistakes than admit their existence.
To be continued...