Chapter 42

The Wuyan Tower moved at a speed unprecedented in the past ten years, like a mobile machine that had finally been activated. Densely packed personnel traveled across the floating broken stars, giant flags with swords and knives intertwined fluttered in the sky, and the fleet blocked out the sun.

Documents streamed out from the tightly closed leadership room. The leader, having abandoned his only concern, used everything he could to try to maximize the impact of this storm.

But there was one big problem with this operation.

"Boss, are you still not seeing visitors?" Chen An frowned as he sat in his office, approving the documents for drug retrieval without even raising his eyelids.

Half an hour ago, the Leader's Room conveyed an extremely strange instruction to the entire tower through internal communication: no one is allowed to enter the Leader's Room without his permission.

Immediately afterwards, an explosion of numerous tasks came out from the leadership room and piled on the cadres. While they were still in confusion, they had to give up thinking and quickly set up the scene.

The direct subordinates who had been stationed in the tower for a long time received even more instructions than the senior cadres: they were required to continue monitoring a small whirlpool in a small town in the north for the next five hours.

Chen Lanhe looked at the peaceful town on the surveillance screen with a cold expression, lowered his eyes silently, sent some information, and then slowly looked at Chen An.

"What does it matter? Even though it has come to this, we still just listen to your words."

Shen Congjian squeezed the armrest of the wheelchair and smiled as calmly as possible: "What is the boss thinking? This is the first time he has...issued an [order]."

Chen Congjian's eyes slowly fell to the French window and looked at the black and red flag floating in the air. He was silent for a while, "This is also the first time in the history of Wuyan Tower that a flag has been raised."

"It's weird. Or rather, too weird."

It's simply not something this leader would do.

Even when Shen Jian was at war with the Middle Ages in his own world, he only issued a black document with the leader's seal internally.

As a result, the ground fell into an unparalleled panic: the consequence of the last floating organization raising its flag was the bloody rain caused by the change of leadership at the [Operation Desk]; the time before that, [Spirit Exploration] used high-pressure focused cannons to bombard half of the city to seize supplies.

Civilians from all regions spontaneously began to move to the official air-raid shelters and basements near various military units. Looking down from the air, the originally empty ground was now crowded with people like ants, fleeing everywhere anxiously and helplessly.

That was the Wuyan Tower, the Wuyan Tower that represented the "supreme power". They couldn't figure out how to escape this disaster. The hopelessness and panic of the doomsday filled every corner, and this feeling was even more devastating than when a storm came.

The storm was a natural disaster, but the arrival of the flag was a man-made disaster, the last feather that overwhelmed their shaky hopes.

"If even the Wuyan Tower has completely abandoned the ground..." The man curled his lips and handed the girl to the boy who entered the air-raid shelter, "Then do we really have hope of survival?"

"Dad?" The boy looked at the man anxiously while holding his sister. The man waved his hand and pulled a smile like pulling skin. "Take care of her and take care of yourself. I taught you."

The man touched the boy's head, leaned over and left a kiss on each of their foreheads, then without hesitation, he closed the thick door in the face of the child's frightened gaze.

The filter element of the air-raid shelter can only maintain limited air filtration. The fewer people enter it, the lower the chance of virus invasion.

A woman standing next to him also glanced at him and said, "Shall we go? I'm heading to the northern theater."

The man smiled indifferently, "Whatever, anywhere is fine, one piece."

There were still a few small groups of people on the ground, but there were almost no children. Some people didn't have children, but gave the opportunity to go underground to other people's children whom they had never met.

It's not pity, it's just subconscious.

The man glanced around at the adults moving forward dully, then raised his head to take a look at the fleet and flags that blocked out the sky, and sighed for a long time.

Admiral Xu once said that in the end of human disaster, everyone will discover that they are good people.

He hoped that the leader of the Wuyan Tower would raise the flag this time in order to abandon the long-standing policy of "ignoring disasters", but in fact he was not the only one who hoped so.

Shen Congjian, who was sitting in a wheelchair, exhaled, his voice was extremely weak: "...Wind whirl. Is it a storm?"

Shen Lanhe pulled out the chip that finally responded, and glanced at Shen Congjian calmly, "Yes. The kid said that the next storm will land from the north in less than four and a half hours."

Shen Congjian's eyes flickered slightly, and his lips moved slightly: "Have you contacted the child?"

“Yeah.” Shen Lanhe also responded in a low voice, “Before leaving, Shen An implanted a pulse signal transmitter for him through the snake-shaped mark.”

However, it is just because too much emphasis is placed on concealment performance and other configurations are ignored, so it will be very painful when starting.

The administrator of the medical department lowered his eyes, fluttered his eyelashes, and made a few gestures under the table to Shen An, who had the same expression.

Shen An didn't even stop correcting the documents, but in his heart there was a huge wave that could crush a huge ship.

The child suppressed the latter part of the leader's order.

It might even be that he had to stay behind the heavy and oppressive door of the leader's room just to get a chance to suppress the order. But how he managed to hide it, Shen An didn't dare to think.

He was afraid he might guess something he was unwilling to accept.

Shen An was silent for a while, suppressed his slightly trembling fingertips, and glanced at Shen Congjian.

Shen Congjian said nothing, lowered his head, and no one knew what he was thinking.

Someone has already worked so hard for them.

Shen An was in a trance, as if he had returned to the time when his master was still there, but he immediately withdrew from it.

Chen An retracted his eyes, sorted out the documents and distributed them through the local area network, then raised his head and looked coldly at the hundreds of cadres gathered in his room, his expression unchanged: "Except for arranging these things, the boss has not issued any more orders."

No one looked up, and received the information conveyed by Shen An without any obstacles while handling the task.

"Then we acted as we have for a long time."

As Shen An said before, the boss doesn't care what happened in the Middle Ages, nor does he care what happened in the tower.

As long as the boss doesn't give precise orders, they can openly use these things arranged by the boss to resist the storm.

The cadres did not comment, but acquiesced to the decision, and their expressions relaxed a little.

But the problem is that this time the boss did give an accurate order, and this order was blocked by Shen Jian.

The three people sitting in the main seats watched the cadres come out calmly, and only then did they show a trace of tension.

The atmosphere was anxious, but equally dull.

Storms are important, but calmness is equally important!

"Then how can he hide from the boss the fact that the subsequent tasks were not carried out at all?" Shen Lanhe knocked on the table and asked lightly.

Shen Congjian leaned against the glass window, staring down at the sparse crowd on the ground, his eyes gradually losing focus: “I don’t know.”

"Did you deliberately release the first part of the order in order to mobilize the fleet to facilitate our subsequent actions?" Shen Lanhe continued to ask. He didn't need an answer and spoke very quickly.

“Were the flags deliberately raised to deter civilians from taking refuge in air-raid shelters?”

After a pause, no one in the room spoke, and Shen Lanhe returned to the question he asked at the beginning: "How does he solve the problems afterwards?"

"I don't know." Shen Congjian repeated tiredly.

"… Trust him."

Shen An lowered his eyes and said slowly, "Just like we believed in you before, sir."

They sat quietly in the office for ten precious seconds, then simultaneously and quickly abandoned their emotions and turned to the arrangements.

"Try to contact Shen Xiuzhu. His Majesty has tried so hard. Even if he is a stone or has gone to dig manure, he should come back and work for me." Shen An said with a sigh.

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The top floor. The chief's room.

The dim crimson curtains blocked out all the chaotic sounds from the outside world, and silence lingered in the air for a long time.

Chen Jian, who was imagined by his subordinates as a pitiful little person, calmly sat in the seat where the leader originally sat and read a book, with his cloak lingering on the crown.

He sat here all alone, and the man who was now the most talked about person in the tower and on the ground was nowhere to be found.

The door was closed tightly, and three secret locks sealed it tightly.

The pages of the book stay on one page for a long time. It is obvious that the owner does not care what is written on it and just uses it as a decoration.

The owner of the book supported his forehead with his hand, nodding his eyes lightly, and calmly felt the twitching pain in his pulse.

It worked.

The boy's beating nerves stopped, he slightly opened his eyes, smiled softly and silently, closed the book he had casually pulled out, and slowly walked towards the lounge at the back.

He opened the door calmly.

"Father, I succeeded in sending the forged order past you, I hope you will be happy about this."

The room was still surrounded on three sides by bookcases that reached the ceiling, but the bed was gone. In its place was a metallic silver chair in the middle, with countless optical fibers hanging down like infusion tubes.

The leader, who was locked to the chair by optical fibers hanging from above and his blood vessels, also calmly opened his eyes and glanced at the boy.

Blood, which was almost the same color as the curtain, dripped from the naked back onto the chair, and then fell to the ground, where it was absorbed by the unknown material of the floor.

"I hope you can understand as well." Shen Jian said calmly, and activated the device. Blood flowed out from the embedded needles and was transported against gravity to the darkness above. The leader didn't even raise his eyelids, his eyes fell on a blue blood vessel on his wrist.

After a while, the blood slowly stopped flowing, part of the needle was pulled out, and the other part was buried in the blood vessel again with the transparent liquid in the tube.

The leader was not interested in the composition of the unknown liquid that flowed into his body. He just asked out of the blue: "How did you do that to me?"

Shen Jian didn't say anything. He sat on the only chair, crossed his legs and looked at the calm leader opposite him for a while.

Even though he was at a disadvantage, the leader didn't seem to feel like he had lost.

Shen Jian stroked his wrist, took in the other person's expression, and asked instead of answering, "Do you have any other cards, father?"

The leader raised his eyes, and the confused Shen Jian was reflected in his dark pupils. He was also very calm: “Five hours, what can you do?”

The young man smiled, and this time he did not answer the question with a question: "Is it possible to make your subordinates think that all the subsequent orders are issued by you personally?"

Behind the closed door of the leader's room in Wuyan Tower, the people in power had a silent confrontation.

The young man who had replaced the previous leader and put on the crown said with an obvious smile, "Maybe after this storm, the leader of the Wuyan Tower will become a good person in everyone's eyes, who knows?"