"So, Mr. Andra and Marius succeeded?" Chunjun showed joy.
"Success? How can it be so simple?" Tan Jize shook his head: "This is the capital of the New Atlantis sector. In this Olympus alone, there are 100,000 police troops dispatched by the sector government.
There are people, and the equipment is no less than that of the Marine Corps. There is also a fleet in the orbit of the planet."
The Second Fleet stationed in the New Atlantis sector should not interfere with the "security incidents" of the local government, but the sector guard fleet is also equipped with cruisers.
To put it bluntly, there is a huge difference in strength between the enemy and ourselves. Although the people are touched, they are far from reaching the point of desperation, awakening, and resistance.
"They have no chance of success. I know this and I told them, but there is no way I can persuade them to give up." Tan Jize sighed.
"...Actually, they respect you very much, I can see that."
The implication is that if Tan Jize persists, he may be able to persuade those young people to give up.
"Giving up is indeed a smart and rational thing to do, but I'm not sure if it's the right thing to do." Tan Jize forced out a slightly stiff smile:
"Miss Chunjun, your junior uncle, and Mr. Qi, they seem to have a lot of expectations for me, a little-known common law student, but I really don't have much confidence that I will come to New Atlantis.
In just two months, it’s impossible to have a deep understanding of everything here. How can we dare to express superficial opinions about the local people’s own struggles?”
"Well, if you put it like that, I understand. Senior uncle and master treat me the same way. In fact, in terms of talent, I am far behind Senior Sister Tai'a, Ganjiang Moye and the others, and I am better than Senior Brother Juque.
Not going anywhere. However, the elders always feel that I still have potential that can be tapped and I can become a top player. But, Mr. Tan, do you think I am like this person?" She looked like a healing girl.
Miss Chunjun spread her hands with a pitiful and innocent expression on her face.
Tan Jize could only nod his head expressionlessly.
"I just want to wait until the spiritual experience main resort that the great uncle mentioned is opened, and then I can become a good manager."
Tan Jize laughed dumbly: "So, let's work hard together. Miss Chunjun, as long as we walk a little more, we may be able to see where our limits are, and then we can have the confidence to make decisions about some things that we dare not judge today.
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He pondered for a moment: "Next, I want to take a trip to the Fermor Nebula. Compared with there, New Atlantis should be considered to have simple folk customs."
"I will continue to accompany you. Anyway, it is better than the virtual realm."
Although Tan Jize is not a psyker, he knows quite a few of the top psykers now. Of course he knows what the virtual realm means, and he couldn't help but asked in surprise: "Have you been to the virtual realm?"
“I’ve never been there, but I can imagine it.”
The two of them quickly left the park, crossed the branch road in the neighborhood, and reached the main road. As expected, all rail transit in the city had stopped operating. However, Miss Chunjun was already prepared.
Now that she had found the gray interstellar express that could transport goods, she could naturally also find a taxi that dared to operate on the streets during this period. An inconspicuous gray car was parked at the entrance of the light rail station.
When he saw the two people appearing, he just flashed his lights twice silently.
The two got into the car without saying a word, and the driver drove without saying a word. The car did look old, old, and unremarkable, but it must have been modified to a certain extent. It started out quite smoothly.
He quietly increased his speed to a considerable extent and soon left the burning neighborhood.
Perhaps it is because Miss Chunjun has been living in seclusion during this period, and the passport she used cannot be specially stamped with the stamp of the Spiritual Research Association. The local cowards here have no idea that a third-generation core member of the Spiritual Research Association is also here in this lonely night.
In the city, they would not realize that the assassins they sent had been wiped out, and they should still be stupidly waiting for "good news".
As a result, the ensuing journey did not cause any trouble. The two of them rode in a small car and passed through Lone Night City, which had completely turned into a war zone. Tan Jize saw the mob gathering to smash the shops, and also
He saw the neighborhood self-defense organizations fighting against the mobs and gangs. He saw the heavy armored vehicles coming from outside the city and setting up obstacles on the main roads, but he also saw many ordinary people building proposed barriers at the intersections of the neighborhoods.
The airports in the southern and western suburbs of the city seemed not to be affected by the urban riots at all, and small and medium-sized ground transport ships could still be seen rising and falling.
Those steel giants soared high above the city, passing over the ever-rising flames. Their take-off posture was still calm and calm, as if they belonged to two completely isolated worlds from this crazily changing metropolis.
At 3:15 in the morning, the vehicle finally arrived at the Northen Poland Airport in Nancheng.
Although fire can be seen everywhere in the city, it is much safer and more peaceful here. This is because although the ownership of this port belongs to the sector government, its operation has been outsourced to the Standard Shipping Association.
Now that we have the right to operate, it should be easy to understand that we should take certain priority measures in terms of public security management.
This approach does sound a little like a concession, but it actually depends on which aspect you understand it. After all, communities and alliances are partners in huge economic and trade exchanges, and their status is equal and mutually beneficial.
Transferring a little bit of public security management and law enforcement power is not transferring judicial power and sovereignty. What kind of concession can this be considered? Moreover, it can also obtain greater economic returns, so why not?
There should be more than twenty passages from the main urban area of Guye City into the southern suburbs airport area, and now all of them have been set up with heavily guarded checkpoints. The guards guarding the checkpoints are not the security forces or police, but also several Galaxy security companies.
The elite mercenary troops sent by the giants have better equipment and personnel quality than the main marines of most countries, and they are the most professional when it comes to regional security.
Although the vehicle the two of them were in looked very inconspicuous, they followed the traffic flow and passed the automatic checkpoints without any problems. However, when they got out of the car and walked through the entrance of the parking building, security personnel with live ammunition would come to randomly check their documents. However,
They only checked the few passengers in front of them, especially when they were facing a dusty blue-collar family that did not look like rich people at first glance. But it was obviously a pair of parents with four children.
There were two children, including an infant. Such a harmless combination of humans and animals seemed to be full of danger in the eyes of those people.
When they arrived at Tan Jize's side, they just waved their hands and let him go.
Of course, at this time, Tan Jize also saw with his own eyes the White Wings Angelo Company logo on the mercenary captain's armband, and even saw the fleeting glance the other party gave him.
He felt a little relieved, but he felt even more sad and sad.
He had done everything he could for the rebels in Lone Night City, but he always felt that it was not enough, and he didn't even know if he was doing the right thing.
Miss Chunjun probably knew how heavy the other party was, so she took the initiative and said: "The journey is indeed much smoother than I thought. There are still more than five hours before the Daigo sails. You can take a rest in the waiting room first."
However, Tan Jize soon saw a 24-hour convenience supermarket still open next to the terminal building.
"Go and sit there, it will be cleaner."
Naturally, Chunjun would not object. The two of them went straight into the small supermarket and found a chair in the rest area on the left side of the merchandise area facing the terminal door and sat down.
Just like Tan Jize said, there really aren't too many guests at this point. Those citizens from all walks of life who are hurriedly trying to escape, even if they barely bought the ferry tickets, are more willing to squeeze in. They look tall and strong, and they are still there.
Rest in the terminal building guarded by security guards and robots.
By the time Chunjun bought two cups of coffee and midnight snacks for himself and Tan Jize, the latter had already spread out his folder on the table, took out his pen and turned to a blank page, pondered for a moment, and then said very solemnly
He wrote the "Investigation Report on the Labor Movement in New Atlantis 833".
Miss Chunjun felt dizzy just when she saw this topic, and then she was in awe. At first glance, this topic was what Mr. Tan and the junior uncle were discussing, the most ambitious topic, and it was the kind of topic that she could not understand.
, I don’t want to understand it, but I’m the type who’ll be shocked every time I hear only half of it.
She bit her lip, gently placed the coffee within reach of the other person, and silently withdrew.
At this time, Tan Jize also began to record his thoughts as follows: Facts have proved that in a big city with extremely strong reactionary forces, an armed uprising launched recklessly and blindly will inevitably fail. Such an armed action is likely to fail.
It is difficult to define the boundary between uprising and riot, and the damage caused to the reactionary ruling class is also limited. On the contrary, when the city is in disorder, the people who suffer the greatest harm are the poor who lack security.
Tan Jize now feels that all bottom-up armed revolutions belonging to laborers and against rentiers must have clear strategic goals and programmatic guidance. However, if the leadership group does not undergo long-term and in-depth participation in labor
In the people's production and social activities, there is no programmatic nature, let alone guidance for the people.
He thought again of his young friends, represented by Andrea and Marius.
The ABC Workers Club they formed was actually a workers' club formed by the children of workers from Blue Label Group and Deep Space Mining Group, and later gradually became a quasi-trade union organization. And when Andra, Marius, Gurafik and others
After outstanding young people, these highly educated young elites joined in, they turned this quasi-trade union into a more organized and co-ordinated workers' leadership group.
If they had not read "Yuan Lun" and if they had not met Tan Jize who came here for inspection in October, they might not have acted so quickly.
But similarly, if there was no "Yuan Lun" and if they did not know Tan Jize, would they be so determined to launch this workers' uprising that is destined to fail? And would they really put their young lives on the altar?
But no matter what, their actions were the first gunshots that opened up the world. Tan Jize put away his pen, smiled self-deprecatingly, closed his eyes, and sighed heavily while leaning on his chair.
Until now, Tan Jize has always believed that there is no possibility of victory in this uprising, because leaders like Andrew La and others do not know how far they must achieve to be considered a victory. However, he also
I also feel that this uprising is not unnecessary.
"Maybe I am a cruel and hypocritical person deep down!" he whispered.
"Mr. Tan, Mr. Tan!" A familiar voice sounded in his ears.
His heart trembled, he opened his eyes, and suddenly found that a young man was standing in front of him. If it wasn't Marius, whom he had just met once last night, who else could it be?
The current Marius is of course different from the gentle and elegant young man yesterday. He is tired from work and has his wounds bandaged. His face is naturally far from healthy and rosy, but his eyes are full of fullness.
His vitality and high fighting spirit are like a soldier preparing to step onto the front line.
Yes, we are preparing to go to the front line, not just coming down from the front line.
Tan Jize was silent for a long time, and finally a smile appeared on his face, and he said to Chunjun beside him: "I'm not a psychic, so I can't see the spirit body, right?"
Miss Chunjun smiled: "They are not psykers, they don't have this kind of function."
"Did the uprising fail?" Tan Jize asked again.
"The uprising failed." Marius said calmly.
Tan Jize seemed to finally feel relieved. He stood up and patted Marius on the shoulder. His eyes were filled with relief and he had mixed feelings in his heart.
"I didn't expect that the safe passage I gave you would come in handy. I thought that you, these passionate young people, were really prepared to bury yourself with this failure."
"Mr. Tan, you are also a young man." Miss Chunjun added again.
Marius said: "This is what everyone originally decided... However, Andora said that our action this time is first to let the enemies who are above us see our strength; secondly, we also want to let our own people understand that blind action is a mistake.
There will be a price to pay; the third is to figure out who is our friend and who is the enemy disguised as a friend. Now that the three goals have been achieved, the action is successful. In this case, there is no need to regard ourselves as
Martyrs also actively seek death, but they want to remain useful and continue to fight."
Tan Jize fell into a brief silence again and sighed: "What an outstanding young man this is."
"Yes, he has always been the best among us!" said Marius.
"Then, what he said... forget it." Tan Jize did not ask any more questions. He knew that although Andora said this to his companions, he himself had already had the will to die, and he did not take the initiative for self-satisfaction.
Going to death must have a clear destination.
He has no reason to stop it and no position to stop it
Tan Jize tried his best to calm down, and then asked: "What next? What are your plans?"
"Mr. Tan, you are right. We should resist, but resistance should not be like this. Can little Gavroche and the others go with you?" Marius said as he waved to the door.
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Tan Jize then noticed that there were three figures at the door, cautiously poking their heads. They were all teenagers in their twelfth or thirteen years old.
Tan Jize actually knew them - they were several child laborers of the Blue Label Group, and they were also members of the Workers' Club.
"them?"
"Yes, it should have included me originally. However, Andra, Langetel and Gurafik are no longer here. Lonely Night City needs me to stay. I need to help Mr. Cumberfield and lead the Workers' Club down the road.