"Unfair...unfair! We didn't...we really didn't! Shouldn't the communicator monitor our movements in real time? You can check all the communication records of the communicator! If we really were colluding with reactionary forces, there would be no trace of us in the communication records of the communicator!"
After one of the gendarmes stepped forward and held his shoulders, the little boy's father seemed to be in a state of collapse.
While trying to break free from the military police's control, he kept shouting loudly.
The little boy's mother was held down by the shoulders by another military policeman.
Although she was struggling hard, women's strength was far inferior to that of men, so the noise of her struggle seemed much smaller.
However, the little boy's parents are obviously just ordinary survivors, not awakened ones.
But the three military police who brought the little boy to find his parents were all awakened.
The awakened ones use their power to control ordinary survivors. No matter how high the ordinary survivors' adrenaline explodes, they cannot resist the awakened ones' control.
"Check the communication records of the communicator? Do you think I'm stupid? Anyone who colluded with reactionary forces would remove the communicator when contacting them. Who would be so stupid as to use a communicator to contact someone from the reactionary forces? I still say the same thing. Either you honestly confess what you have done and seek leniency. Or I will presume you innocent and deal with you directly according to the standards of the reactionaries!"
The leading military policeman said with a sneer.
The little boy's father struggled very hard.
However, the military police's hand holding his shoulder was like an iron clamp, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break free.
Instead, he sprained his shoulder because he used too much force.
After a scream, the man turned to look at the little boy and roared, "Son! Tell them! Tell them that you are lying! Mom and Dad didn't curse the leader at home! Tell them now! They will kill Mom and Dad! Mom and Dad will die!"
The little boy was frightened.
He instinctively took a step back, his expression becoming confused and helpless.
He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something.
But before the little boy could make a sound, the leading military police officer raised his hand and slapped the man in the face.
'Snap!'
An unusually crisp sound was heard, and the man's cheeks bulged visibly.
How could an ordinary survivor withstand the power of an awakened one? Most of his teeth were directly pulled out by this slap, and blood flowed out from the corners of his mouth along with a mouthful of blood.
The little boy's face turned pale and he asked in fear, "How...will...my parents...be punished?"
The military police turned around and looked at the little boy, saying in a friendly manner, "Remember, since they are reactionaries, they are no longer your parents, understand? You are the leader's child, and it was this collective that raised you. Your parents worked in the collective factory to earn food, and then used that money to feed you.
But ultimately, these are all provided by the collective. If they are loyal to the collective, then they are your parents. But if they betray the collective, they are your enemies. And now, they have chosen to betray. You must understand right from wrong and not be soft-hearted towards your enemies, understand?"
The little boy stared at the military police in a daze, and nodded as if he understood something.
The leading military police officer waved his hand and ordered, "Let's go! Go to the production workshop! They don't even know how to confess and repent even when facing death. They are truly diehards! These diehards must be treated ruthlessly! There can be no sympathy for them!"
After saying that, the leading military police walked out of the security room first.
Two other gendarmes immediately followed, escorting the little boy's parents.
The little boy followed under the guidance of his teacher.
The little boy's father had been slapped hard in the face, and his cheek was so swollen that he could no longer speak clearly.
However, from the mumbling sounds coming out of his mouth, one could vaguely hear that he was still crying out for justice.
The little boy's mother also wanted to complain.
But the military police who controlled her directly grabbed her neck, making it very difficult for her to breathe, let alone make any sound.
Chen Yan watched coldly from the sidelines, following the group and soon arriving at the cannery's production workshop.
There are several huge assembly lines in the workshop.
At least hundreds of people were busy working on the assembly line.
There were attendance sheets and attendance systems posted on the walls of the workshop. After a quick look, Chen Yan discovered that the workshop operated in two shifts.
Each team needs to work twelve hours, and the shifts are changed every two weeks.
When changing shifts, people on the day shift have to work for twenty-four hours continuously, then rest for twelve hours before switching to the night shift.
Those working the night shift take a break on the day they have worked 24 consecutive hours on the day shift and switch to the day shift the next day.
Changing shifts is the only time for the two teams to rest.
No one is allowed to take leave no matter what happens.
Working on the assembly line is the most important thing for assembly line workers.
Absence from work for any reason will be severely criticized and punished.
And this punishment is based on collective responsibility.
Except for the person who is absent from his post, all people in the same team as the absent person will be punished.
At the same time, workers in this cannery are not allowed to fall in love freely.
Everyone's marriage is arranged by the factory management.
Workers are not allowed to get married to each other privately, nor are they allowed to have any private interactions.
Who marries whom, who is married to whom, all must obey the arrangements of the organization.
After marriage, the time of having children must also be arranged according to the organization. As for the uncertainty of the pregnancy time, the Red State has sufficient technical strength to circumvent this point.
Through drug intervention, you can get pregnant whenever you want.
Including the birth of a boy or a girl, it can also be accomplished through drug intervention.
In short, according to the detailed description of this attendance system, the Red State's control over its own population is unprecedented!
This is not treating the controlled population as free citizens to be ruled, but directly treating the controlled population as livestock in captivity...
They work day and night, and then breed according to regulations. While being treated as livestock, they must also constantly reproduce and continue to provide the Red Nation with subsequent livestock...
There is no personal freedom... It seems that you are alive, but in fact you are just a shell and it is impossible for you to have a real self.
Chen Yan took a deep breath, suppressed the discomfort in his heart, and withdrew his gaze from the attendance system chart.
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