Chapter 150: Sarcasm.

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Xu Yang couldn't answer this question. He was here to carry out the task assigned by his superiors and had not thought about this question.

"It's the commander-in-chief's order."

Shu Lan said, "So what, Commander-in-Chief? I eat his rice, so why should I listen to him? The compressed biscuits you sent are all expired food. My teeth will break if I bite into them. You're not going to trade them with me for the strongest space ability user, even in my dreams."

Xu Yang's face flushed obviously when he took off his shell, but the orders from his superiors weighed on him like a mountain, so he still had to struggle.

"Then let Lin Yi choose. Let the commander of District 10 negotiate. If he's willing to stay here, the commander said he won't force him. Seriously!"

Shu Lan said, "Okay, go downstairs and talk to him slowly."

Shu Maomao reached out to Lu Xingyao for his rifle and began to fumble with the safety. Xu Yang saw this and immediately shouted, "Now that Lin Yi is dead, you can't kill us. If no one returns with news within a week, the next time they come here will be fighter jets! Our two districts don't need to kill each other over a dead man!"

Shu Lan said, "Bao."

Shu Maomao put down the gun and Xu Yang breathed a sigh of relief. He had a hunch that if Qin Xiaoshuang didn't speak, this strange-looking child with superpowers would really kill them with their gun.

"fighter?"

Xu Yang quickly explained, "Yes, the commanders from other districts disappeared after entering here. It's very strange that they willingly obeyed you. A group of leaders in the control center suspect that you are not supporting these people at all, but calling them here to infect them all into zombie spies, preparing to join the Zombie King in conquering the next district."

Shu Lan was speechless: "What are you talking about conspiracy theories all day long?"

If there is no news, he is either dead or has become quiet.

If anyone dares to run to the radio station and say there are predators here, don't come, you will be shot dead in the communication room in the next second.

Xu Yang said dejectedly, "So we are also a death squad. If the communication is interrupted or we fail to return, it means that the second suspicion is correct."

No wonder he was wrapped so tightly when he got off the plane, and even had a gun in his hand. It turned out that he was on guard against her the whole time.

Lu Xingyao said, "Commander, I can testify, as can Xiao Jing and the others."

"No need." Shu Lan's tone became flat due to her extreme speechlessness. "After throwing dirty water on me, you ask me to prove my innocence. I don't want to accompany you. Lao Lu, take these people to the small dark room and let them eat compressed biscuits for the next few days."

"good."

After being locked up for three days, District 1 could not receive any news from the suicide squad and sent inquiries through the public channel.

Shu Lan had Xu Yang brought to the communications room and handed him the microphone.

There were lines written for him in advance in the notebook on the table. Opposite him were a mother and son with cold eyes. Xu Yang was sweating, not because of the hot weather, but because there was a gun behind his head. If he said one more word or made a mistake, he would be shot on the spot.

There is a difference between being brave enough to die and seeking death. No one has the courage to jump down when standing in front of the gates of hell.

Xu Yang picked up the paper, swallowed, pressed the microphone, and repeated what was on it: "I'm Lieutenant Xu Yang. Our communication station is malfunctioning. District 9 is so beautiful. The people here are beautiful, speak well, and life is harmonious and beautiful. I have fallen in love with District 9 and have decided to stay here from now on. Together with everyone, we will contribute to the future of the underground world."

Opposite: "...Lieutenant?"

This stiff tone sounds like someone being coerced.

Shu Lan reached for the microphone and took over, "From now on, he's no longer your lieutenant. He's a member of District 9. You're so polite, sending us supplies, planes, and people. I don't know how to thank you enough."

The operator said dryly, "The plane wasn't delivered. Commander Qin Xiaoshuang, could you please allow Lieutenant Xu's team to return? You don't have the authority to forcibly detain them."

Shu Lan said, "I didn't detain them. Didn't you hear? He volunteered."

Xu Yang, whose mouth was covered after he finished speaking his lines, said: What a voluntary decision.

Shu Lan covered her mouth with her hand and said pretentiously, "Oh my! There are almost 100,000 survivors in my base. Could there be some stingy person who, unable to bear to see others living better than themselves, is going to bomb District 9 again with firearms? No way, no way. They're scarier than zombies."

The operator and the person listening behind the scenes: "..."

After a few seconds of silence, the sweet operator's voice changed to a deep male voice: "Commander Qin, please don't be sarcastic about serious matters."

Shu Lan regained her composure, "If I hadn't told the truth, you wouldn't have thought I was being sarcastic. I understand. Staying in a safe place for too long, where zombies can't reach you and you don't have to flee across mountains and rivers, where you can eat your fill every day and have nothing else to do, is the reason you resort to useless schemes, believing that everything outside Area 1 is full of conspiracies."

Shu Lan smiled coldly, "No one has time to play power games with you. We have to spend all our energy just to survive. The meteorite is real, and that day will be the real end of the world. We must hurry to build a safe and sturdy underground shelter. So, no matter if it's windy or rainy, scorching summer or cold winter, everyone who can move must pick up tools and work from dawn to dusk. In this situation, those who have always enjoyed privilege are still coveting the food supply of these ordinary people who are struggling to survive. Don't be so shameless."

No one could see the expression of the person on the other end of the radio, but Xu Yang's head was lowering lower and lower because of shame.

"Commander Qin Xiaoshuang, we have the same goal. We hope you can remain calm and not harbor such hostility towards us. According to what you said, when the meteorite strikes, District 9 will be the final destination for the survivors. Sooner or later, we will all be reunited. There's no point in fighting for Commander Lin Yi's control. What we're doing is planning resources in advance, optimizing the overall situation, and sharing the pressure with you. It's not as bad as you think."

"No need." Shu Lan said indifferently. "I didn't want to care before, and I don't need you to care in the future."

"Okay, we'll discuss the merging of the districts later. Could you please release the hostages?"

Shu Lan said with a righteous indignation, "There are no hostages. How can there be any hostages? They are all willing. Can you respect their wishes?"

"They are clearly being held hostage by you! You are acting like a bandit, Commander Qin Xiaoshuang, please—"

Shu Lan changed the channel directly and stopped listening to him.

She turned to look at Xu Yang and said, "Lieutenant, our rule here is that we don't support idlers. Either you volunteer to join District 9 as a labor force, or you die. Choose quickly."

Xu Yang was struggling between loyalty and survival and did not answer for a moment.

Shu Lan said, "That's quite a soldier's integrity, but it's a pity that integrity can't buy you a second life. Take you back to the dark room and die with the other fellow soldiers with integrity."

Xu Yang was shocked. He just hesitated for a moment, so how could he be sentenced to death directly?

"I'm in!"

Shu Lan glanced at him lightly and brushed past him: "Okay, you're quick to open your mouth."