Chapter 184 So-called Justice

Krasnoyarsk Krai.

A011 Deep Infection Zone.

The third floor of the repair shop remained completely unaffected by the explosion on the ground floor, as if it were a world of its own, independent of the rest of the space.

He Yu felt like he had wandered into the wrong film set. This was a fucking lavish party—but in the blink of an eye, the bloody scene quietly faded away, disappearing behind countless glittering deaths, and the entire infected area was about to transform into a dazzling, radiant paradise on earth.

People dressed in fine clothes were sitting in the spacious hall, enjoying countless delicacies. A pot of freshly brewed Longjing tea was placed on the side table. They also had music playing during their meal, so a custom-made sound system was mounted on the wall opposite the hall—so expensive that hearing the price tag made one wonder if they were dreaming.

As the music flowed, guests closed their eyes, gently waving their cutlery, their faces showing rapture. The unlimited drinks served at the party flowed like a river along a cyclical path, while brightly colored fruits and psychedelic drugs were served together on a platter, quietly embellishing this illusory world.

However, at this very moment, in other infected areas of Siberia, countless beings are struggling and fighting in the cycle of reincarnation, sinking into the war song of blood and fire.

He Yu stared at them for a while, then unusually decided to go find some food first, even though he wasn't hungry. However, when he got to the mountain of desserts, he still reached out and grabbed a few plates, then realized that they were indeed quite good, and the taste was no different from those in Jerusalem. He wondered if it was the ambiance or some other absurd reason.

Just then, someone hurried past and bumped into him without noticing. The person almost dropped what they were holding. He Yu caught it without even looking, and the other person instinctively cursed, "You fucking blind man..."

Then the sound stopped completely, and she stared straight at him.

"My God, it was you, Mr. He Yu." He was so excited that his voice choked up, as if he was really about to cry.

Suddenly, everyone put down their bowls and chopsticks and stared at him, their gazes sending chills down his spine.

He Yu didn't care at all. He had read many of the thoughts and knew what was going on, so he carried the plate into the hall. Even after walking a long way, he could still feel the group of people staring at his back.

He suddenly realized that the only thing worth praising about this was that the idiot hiding behind the scenes had stopped a lot of the node people's firepower, so at least this place could be quiet for a while.

It was at this moment that he saw Li Lin hurriedly walk in, followed by a large group of people, their faces filled with barely suppressed joy and excitement. It was as if, here, all intense emotions were normal, and even carried a hint of murderous intent.

He was wearing that ridiculously expensive suit—which he'd taken from Yu Jianchu's room before leaving, supposedly a special birthday gift—but from He Yu's perspective, Li Lin still looked like the person he'd met before, his face still gloomy, as if he were about to destroy something. Perhaps it was the style of the clothes; the workmanship was indeed exquisite, but the aura was too strong—it didn't suit him; he should have been as calm and composed as still water.

He stood still, even picking out desserts to eat. The group of people stopped in front of him and quickly began clearing the area. Their movements were swift and well-trained, almost like a professional army.

Li Lin approached him, his gaze lingering for a moment, before saying, "I'm glad you came to see me, but I won't go back."

"It doesn't matter, I was just planning to give you a ride home anyway."

The other person flashed a smile so handsome it made your heart race, and then led him to a lounge. Damn, technology changes lives! In fact, Siberia still has access to connected terminals, allowing people to surf the internet for a while.

He opened a newly created forum—an extreme website called Judgment Day, supposedly derived from the Joseph Rebellion. God knows how those amateur hackers managed to evade Eoubs's technical department's surveillance; this thing was quite popular.

Since the Los Angeles operation ended, members on the website have been talking every day about which unscrupulous and despicable powerful figures deserve to die—not only within the Eoubs circle, but also extending to political and military circles across continents.

Of course, the bunch of idiots in the PR department knew about this, but if the signal was blocked even once, hundreds of derivative sites would be re-established. So they simply kept urging everyone to stay calm. Then, some traitors secretly fanned the flames to keep the situation trending.

Li Lin showed him another argument that had taken place on the Activist Forum two days prior—a powerful figure who had come from a salon looking for pornographic films stumbled upon the site and, taking advantage of the effects of his medication, came to cause trouble, saying that the members who registered here were really not smart enough, that they didn't understand the real way the world works, and that they could only attribute those things to people with more power than themselves.

Upon seeing the post, some people immediately began to refute it, saying, "Fuck your families, you powerful and wealthy people, what's with all this talk about superiority and inferiority? You always like to disguise your private desires as necessary sacrifices for human contributions, but deep down you are more disgusting and twisted than anyone else. You deserve to be betrayed by your subordinates."

The two groups argued fiercely, going from the massacre operation a few years ago to the mission to eliminate special infected beings in the Americas, and finally even talking about the "live feast"—Li Lin, worried that He Yu might not understand, thoughtfully explained that it was a party that high-ranking officials invited operatives who were not particularly valuable to attend. Of course, there was only a thin page of records at present, and they had never appeared in public. Everyone had only heard that the invitees all met a tragic end—the death of their entire family was the least of their worries.

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