"The truth, the unprecedented truth, the high-ranking city council slaughtered us like beasts, made food and made goods with our flesh and blood. The residents of the dungeon, open their eyes and look at it. This is our city council, this is the administrator we selected..."

The host of the show hysterical roars and shouts at the screen, venting the fear and shouting in his heart. The extremely inspiring provocation made every underground person tremble in the depths of his soul. At this moment, no one recognized the legitimacy of the city council, just like a migrating ant colony taking to the streets and gathering in the same direction.

The order of the entire dungeon suddenly collapsed, and the spectacular scene of countless people walking onto the streets made Gao Feng and others on the screen look happy. They finally successfully aroused the anger and outburst of the underground citizens, while Cheng Junlang looked blue and his whole body was trembling.

After turning off the screen, the room returned to silence. Gao Feng and Meiren Fan looked at Cheng Junlang who had just been captured. Meng Feilan proudly raised her chin, her eyes fluttered, but she focused on her captives. Being able to catch Cheng Junlang was a good thing that Meng Feilan could never have imagined. She had heard from Liu Qingyu before, but she thought that her affairs were exposed. She was in panic and almost got up to escape. Fortunately, she wanted to bite her back at the last moment and asked Gao Feng to send reinforcements to wait for the final turn of her face, but she did not expect that she would get the first result.

"That's not my business, I'm not responsible for this..."

Cheng Junlang kept flowing cold sweats down, stuttering to Gao Feng who was looking at him. He had heard of the inside story of the recycling center, but he never cared about it. The resources in the underground world are more barren than the ground. In an environment without light, animals and plants are more difficult to grow. The food and daily necessities consumed by the 100,000 people in the dungeon are astronomical. In order to feed the 100,000 people, the dungeon must use every opportunity and resource to maintain normal operation. According to the first generation of pioneers, "It is good to be able to manage the living people well. As for the dead, they will serve the living people."

Gao Feng looked at Cheng Junlang without saying anything, looking like a rare thing, but Meiren Fan couldn't help but say to Gao Feng:

"The family wealth of Cheng's surname is numerous, and the tax and monopoly industries of the dungeon are controlled by the council. Even during the most tense period of the dungeon, they eat and use the most expensive biological materials. If I ask me, I'd better save his life, at least before the money is spit out..."

When Cheng Junlang heard that Gao Feng might have killed his life, he was startled in his heart, and his hair was suddenly swelling. His legs were so scared that he was so weak that he said stammeringly:

"Don't..., don't kill me, I have money, I have a lot of money, as long as I don't kill me, it's all yours..."

This said, except Gao Feng, the others were all greedy eyes, which made Cheng Junlang feel a little relaxed, but the cold sweat on his forehead did not decrease. He didn't know if Gao Feng, who looked very much like the leader, would agree. He had never seen such a cold look, and he still remained calm and dull in the face of the temptation of huge ransom.

"I don't want money..."

Gao Feng was silent for a few seconds and said something that made Cheng Junlang die of horror. Cheng Junlang was in charge and was definitely a character. He shouldn't have been so unbearable. Unfortunately, he cared about two things most in his life, one thing was his appearance, and the other was his life. As for power or wealth, he had never cared about it since he was a child.

"No money..., you..., what do you want? As long as it's not a fatal death, even if you want me, it's not impossible..."

Cheng Junlang was in a mess and ignored his last moral integrity. He said words that would make normal men vomit. Gao Feng could no longer remain calm. He turned around and walked out the door. Soon, several cruel Galas came in and caught Cheng Junlang like a chicken, causing the rest to sweat. They never thought that a man would actually contribute chrysanthemums to survive.

Gao Feng didn't think about how to place Cheng Junlang for the time being, but one thing is certain that Cheng Junlang is more valuable than the dead. Judging from Cheng Junlang's personality, as long as there is a glimmer of hope, he can be honestly controlled by Gao Feng, and there is no more perfect puppet than this. Unfortunately, Gao Feng has already given the mayor's throne to Meiren Fan.

At this time, Nan Feng walked over with brisk steps. Seeing that there was no one around, he stepped forward and said to Gao Feng in a low voice:

"The Great Elder, you are ready. Three have been installed on the Ministry of Internal Affairs, and more than ten have been installed in the crowd. You can do it if you give orders..."

Hearing this, Gao Feng's heart couldn't help but feel nervous. The calculations and busyness these days have finally reached the most critical moment. Whether he can do his best depends on this time.

The dungeon has lost its order in the past, and most administrative units have stopped operating, and even commercial centers of all sizes have been impacted. Originally, the dungeons are unemployed, but when the news of the recycling center planting them with dead people is disclosed, no one can sit still. Even if the income is stable and the people who live without worry will take to the streets angrily.

No one hopes that they will become food in the mouths of others after death. Even beggars who have no food and clothing are unwilling to do so. The city council has always used cremation to deceive the people. The greater the deception, the stronger the resistance. No one will not die. If after death, they cannot even get a dignified funeral, who would hope?

In the noisy dungeon, people launched tsunami-like opposition to the city council, constantly rushing to the city council's final defense. In front of the city council building, the Ministry of Internal Affairs used military equipment to build strong barriers and installed heavy firearms. Hundreds of fully armed Ministry of Internal Affairs guards guarded this seemingly solid line of defense day and night.

At every moment, stones and metal spears fall on the solid fortress and bounce out. Occasionally, some strong acids contained in glass bottles break on the fortress, giving off a pungent odor. The originally clean and smooth fortress gradually mottled under the corrosion of these strong acids, resulting in various ugly patterns, just like the graffiti of children. Occasionally, strong acids pass through the narrow shooting ports and shatter inside the fortress. Every time, it will arouse cheers from the crowd, as if it has achieved a major victory.

No one uses a mooring bottle or flame. In the small underground space, any open flame may cause disaster. Once the entire dungeon is burning, not to mention the damage of the flame, but only the consumption of thick smoke and air can take away countless lives. Therefore, the conflict between citizens and the Ministry of Internal Affairs is still limited to a controllable range.

Even so, the guards of the Ministry of Internal Affairs could not withstand the increasing pressure. Faced with nearly 100,000 angry people, they were like ants in front of the wheel, and could be crushed to pieces at any time. While opposing the 100,000 residents, the Ministry of Internal Affairs also had resentment towards the city council. The truth popcorn channel became the real winner of the underground media this time. Not only did it lead the inside story of the recycling center using dead people as raw materials, but it also revealed the list of decomposed in the recycling center over the years. Almost everyone could easily query the names and backgrounds of the deceased in previous years from the Internet.

This list is the gravediggers of the city council. If it is just a general idea, the recycling center will break down the number of corpses every year. People do not have a general reflection, but they can find the name, job, and their life tracks in detail. Humans are social animals, and people have built a social context. There are always people with the dead, or classmates, friends, and even lovers and relatives.

On the list, in addition to the so-called social elites, almost all the dungeons were captured in one go. Even after the guards of the Ministry of Internal Affairs were killed, they were decomposed as biological materials, allowing the people of the Ministry of Internal Affairs to guard the objects that might seize their bodies. Almost no one felt comfortable, let alone loyalty.

But the staff of the Ministry of Internal Affairs also knew that in the hearts of ordinary people, the Ministry of Internal Affairs had long become the minion of the city council. Unless they took off this skin, they would not be able to suppress the anger of the people. The Ministry of Internal Affairs itself was not stable. After Fan Meiren resigned, several section chiefs and directors fought each other in order to serve the throne of the minister, and could not form a whole to overcome difficulties. At this time, some people envied the people in the third lesson. In order to advance and retreat with Fan Meiren, they resigned collectively and stayed away from this place of right and wrong.

In addition to those who resign or take leave due to fear, there are only less than 800 people left. These nearly 800 people are all blocked in front of the city council. If they are not blocked by the densely packed 100,000 people, even the gap cannot be found, if they can escape, how much can they be left worth worrying.

The angry shouts of the people formed a continuous tsunami, constantly hitting the eardrums of the guards of the Ministry of Internal Affairs. Several guards hidden in the corner suddenly shook their bodies, as if they had received some signal, their faces were hidden in their helmets, and several people who could not see their expressions looked at each other, subconsciously clenched the guns in their hands, and there were 100,000 citizens outside. Once activated, it would be a bloody disaster, and they were the culprits of the disaster. Although they had been awakened, they couldn't help but hesitate at this moment.'

With just a few seconds of hesitation, things changed a lot. A few crisp gunshots suddenly sounded in the chaotic crowd. Although the gunshots were quickly dispersed by the noise of the crowd, the sparks shining on the fortress destroyed the fragile hearts of other guards of the Ministry of Internal Affairs.

The tension and pressure day and night and the dark mentality of the future caused them to panic. The first time they were attacked, they thought of not reporting to the superiors, but subconsciously pulling the trigger and venting the fear in their hearts through weapons. The powerful firepower was like a Mars-stitched sickle, instantly harvesting dozens of citizens to the ground.

The crisp sound of gunfire, the splashing blood, the scorching sparks, and the shrill screams ignited the shock of the citizens. At this time, some people also shot and counterattacked. The gunshots of these people were extremely accurate. Through the narrow shooting holes, they accurately hit the hiding guards. The guards who were stunned by the emergencies all shot their heads and died in front of their colleagues, which also triggered more guards' shooting.

Dozens of rifles fired at the same time, and suddenly caused a shocking blood wave among the panic-running crowd. The dense bullets exploded countless blood eyes on people. The shuttle bullets were almost absorbed by saturation. The crowded crowd had no chance or time to avoid them, and they were shot one after another. The people in front fell on the ground like harvested wheat. The people behind walked in the space with bright bullets, like waves rolling. A magazine was fired for a short time. With one finger, the bullets were fired out in less than ten seconds. The consequence was that hundreds of citizens fell in a pool of blood.

The moment the guards of the Ministry of Internal Affairs fired, the entire dungeon was stunned. People did not dare to look westward. The corpses piled up on the square were so dazzling, and the strong smell of blood in the air was so pungent. The splash of blood made the crowd around the corpse dye, and they all turned into red people, while the crowd was more of the wailings and calls for help from the injured.

"They want to kill us all, everyone rushed forward, killing one is counted as one..."
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