True or False President
It was already midnight when the plane arrived at the government building.
Thick clouds completely blocked out the cool moonlight. There was no light or wind anywhere, and it was completely silent. It was as if God had abandoned this space and time.
Although Rams is not a strong country, its government building is built in an extremely grand manner.
It is eighty-eight stories high, and its exterior is carved with extremely complex patterns and totem decorations, which makes it stand out among the low buildings in the entire city.
There were quite a few corrupt people "stationed" here, but Lu Tingxiao had reached the second level, and Ling Shi had even reached the third level. Facing a group of ordinary first- and second-level corrupt people, they rushed into the building without any pressure.
There are still many corrupt people in the building, wandering around on many floors.
The elevator was unable to operate, so the White Eagle Team went up all the way, picking off corrupted people along the way.
The only two people who came with them were Popov and Okafor.
However, the storage of the dragon horn was the responsibility of the research institute, and neither the president nor the secretary knew its exact location.
According to Popov's recollection, the White Eagle team searched back and forth between the 80th and 85th floors several times, but there was no trace of Long Jiao.
At this time, the sky was already turning pale, and the grayish-white light gradually covered the earth.
Lu Tingxiao wiped the sweat from his neck and stared at Popov with a bad look: "Are you sure that the Dragon Horn is somewhere on these floors?"
Popov was also very anxious. Although he didn't participate in the search, sweat was still on his forehead. "It should be right. The director of the institute told me at the time that it was placed on the 80th floor. It's a special storage facility for important materials. How come it's gone? Could it be... taken away by someone..."
Lu Tingxiao glanced at him suspiciously: "You two, rest here. Ning Fu, Yi Yan, you stay and take good care of them."
"Other team members, expand the search area, from the 85th floor upwards."
Ning Fu & Yi Yan: "Yes."
The search continues.
The corrupt people have been almost cleared out.
The entire building was very empty, and only the light of the emergency lights and the sound of footsteps were left where the White Eagle team members walked.
Lu Tingxiao had originally planned to team up with Ling Shi, but Zuo Hao had no foresight at all and insisted on squeezing in, saying that he wanted to learn from the two captains.
With Ling Shi's connivance, the three of them formed a group.
The three of them walked in the corridor on the 86th floor.
Zuo Hao pushed open the door of a utility room. "Damn it! No wonder a small country like Rams is so weak. Even a president speaks like a fart. Is there a dragon horn here? Could he be hiding it and not giving it to us?"
Ling Shi pondered for a moment: "Probably not. He still expects us to save him."
Boom.
Suddenly there was a noise in the utility room.
"Who is it?" Zuo Hao immediately raised the dagger in his hand and shone the emergency light into the house.
The utility room was overflowing with stuff: cleaning tools like mops, brooms, and toilet paper, as well as food storage like purified water, compressed biscuits, and canned snacks. The already narrow, long apartment had only enough space for one person to pass through.
Behind the pile of packaged foods on the right, a dark hand slowly raised: "Don't shoot."
Zuo Hao was about to say, "We don't have guns," but immediately realized that was a foolish statement and changed his words, "Put your hands up and walk out slowly. Whether we shoot or not depends on your cooperation."
After a while, a thin figure who was not too tall stood up from the corner, raised his hands, and slowly took two steps forward.
He was short, his face half covered by a full beard. His eyes were timid, his body slightly hunched, and he asked tremblingly, "Who are you..."
Zuo Hao scratched his head and asked in confusion, "Damn, why do the people of Rams look so similar?"
When it comes to facial recognition, people in the East and the West seem to have species separation.
The man said, "Hmm?" and his voice suddenly rose two notches: "Did you see someone who looks similar to me? Is his name Kwame Okafor?"
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone was stunned.
They were certain that no one had mentioned the name Kwame Okafor since they entered the building, so there was naturally no possibility that the person in front of them had overheard them.
So, how did he know this name?
More importantly, he and Okafor look so much alike...is it a coincidence?
After a while, Ling Shi asked, "Who are you?"
The man hesitated for a moment, then said, "I'm Kwame Okafor, the orderly of the President of Rams."
All three of them gasped.
Another Kwame Okafor?
Zuo Hao even shouted directly: "You are kidding me! Do you have a twin with the same name?!"
The man sighed and said, "If you have seen a Kwame Okafor, you have met the bandits."
"Robber?" Ling Shi frowned: "Explain clearly."
Okafor looked at them warily: "Before asking me to explain clearly, shouldn't you also tell me who you are?"
Just as Zuo Hao was about to curse, Ling Shi stopped him: "We are soldiers sent by China, specifically responsible for rescuing the surviving humans in the apocalypse."
Okafor was stunned for a moment: "So... you'll save anyone who's human?"
"Nonsense!" Zuo Hao interrupted, "Why would we save him if we knew he was a bad guy? There's a prison at the Chinese base."
Okafor's expression relaxed. He hesitated for a moment, then pointed toward the ceiling and said, "I'll take you to see the president."
Ling Shi, Lu Tingxiao and Zuo Hao followed "Okafor" into the stairwell on the side and walked up together in silence.
The stairwell was dark, filled with the faint smell of mustiness from years of neglect. The emergency power supply illuminated the steps below, but not the steps above. The upper steps were immersed in complete darkness, as if leading to a deep hell.
Okafor led the way with heavy footsteps, looking back cautiously from time to time. After walking for several minutes, they finally reached the top floor, the 88th floor.
When I pushed open the door of the stairwell, I was faced with a heavy, sealed door.
The door is made of silver-gray metal and is very heavy. There are no keyholes or buttons on it. It is like a closed wall.
"Okafor" glanced at the three of them, walked forward, and gently pressed his hand on a place on the upper right side of the gate.
Didi.
The door made a click and moved to both sides, like a secret room with a mechanism.
Soon, the gate revealed a gap large enough for one person to pass through, but it was one meter thick, forming a narrow metal path.
Okafor turned around and said, "This is the president's safe house. In the event of an irresistible danger, this room can be opened with the president's fingerprint. Once the room is closed, it is difficult for outsiders to break it open by brute force."
"It was originally intended for his use, but the president was kind enough to bring in about ten people around him. As a result, the emergency supplies inside were far from enough and have been almost completely depleted."
"Is that why you went out to look for food?" Lu Tingxiao asked, "Why were you able to open this door?"
Okafor stepped aside to let them in: "The president gave me authorization."
Ling Shi glanced at Lu Tingxiao.
It was hard to tell how credible Okafor was. This room was full of hidden secrets, and it was hard to tell how many mysteries it held, or whether it was a trap.
After all, even the real Okafor vs. fake Okafor drama has been staged. There has to be a bad guy on one side.
Lu Tingxiao had a blank expression on his face and was very calm: "Let's go in and take a look."
There is a strong sense of power in these words, showing the confidence that one can cope with whatever happens.
Ling Shi felt a little more at ease.
Several people squeezed into the extremely thick metal door, passed through the small path one by one, and came into the room.
What caught my eye was a pile of corpses lying on the carpet in an empty room.
The carpet was scarlet, decorated with orange and diamond-shaped patterns, giving it a thick, aged feel. Crucially, even if blood had dripped onto it, it wouldn't have been noticeable.
Among the corpses lying all over the place, half were dressed in suits and looked like respectable civil servants in government departments; the other half were dressed in tight military uniforms, and most of them had various weapons and walkie-talkies on their waists.
"President Popov!" "Okafor" screamed and rushed towards a person near the wall.
The man was about 50 or 60 years old, with two long goatees under his nose, the ends of which curled up and wrapped back to his chin.
His facial features were clear and his nose was high, but his eyes were tightly closed and he looked lifeless.
But he still leaned firmly against the wall, the only one in the room who did not collapse completely.
Seeing this man's appearance, Lu Tingxiao was 90% sure.
Compared to the imposter in the two-story building, this man bore a 90% resemblance to the Ramus president in the photo. This was the normal range of differences in appearance caused by a haggard appearance due to lack of food.
What they see before them is real.
Lu Tingxiao frowned and asked, "Are you still alive?"
Ling Shi poked him.
Such a question is too rude.
If it were a serious international interaction during the prosperous times, Lu Tingxiao would probably have been driven out by the soldiers of Rams by now.
Perhaps because he was angry, the person lying on the ground actually slowly opened his eyes: "Water, water..."
His eyes were unfocused and his lips were slightly parted, but he made unmistakable sounds and exhaled breath.
Still alive.
Okafor immediately took out a bottle of water from his arms, unscrewed the cap, and carefully handed it to Popov's mouth: "Here's the water, drink slowly."
It seems that he ran to the utility room, risking being bitten to death by the rotten people, just to find food and water.
The period of lack of food and water here will probably be quite long.
After a few gulps of water, Popov regained some energy. He sat up straighter, pushed Okafor, and said weakly, "Save, save them..."
As soon as these words came out, Okafor, who had been trying hard to hold back his tears, suddenly had red eyes, and moisture gradually spread out, soaking his eyes.
He wiped his eyes with his sleeve and ran to the side to check on the others.
Check their breathing and feel their pulse one by one.
If there were still breath, lift up their heads and pour some water into their mouths.
After this series of operations, six people out of more than ten people finally sat up.
The rest will never wake up.
Okafor helped them sit down against the wall one by one.
If he hadn't left here and found food, he might have been one of them. Whether he could wake up or not was all up to luck.
After helping them up, Okafor came to Lu Tingxiao and the others and said, "They are the real president, prime minister, and secretary general. But..."
Lu Tingxiao hit the nail on the head: "Did those bandits steal your things?"
Okafor nodded. "When we encountered the massive influx of corrupt people, President Popov was inspecting the work of the secret service. To avoid the corrupt people, he stayed there. The building is quite sturdy, and there are some weapons. Many of the agents are very skilled and can protect the president."
"Unexpectedly, one day, a group of people came outside, claiming to be survivors..."
"In order to protect President Popov, many agents died at the hands of those bandits... It was too sudden, their attack was too unexpected..."
Ling Shi couldn't help but ask: "Why did they do that?"
"For weapons and food..." Okafor lowered his head: "They only think about how long they can survive..."
The pain of the past and the previous disasters overlapped and almost crushed the thin man in front of him.
Lu Tingxiao: "Normal people sometimes can't understand the logic of robbers."
For the sake of one point of personal gain, one can hurt others ten points.
Zuo Hao couldn't help but say, "Those guys are fucking bastards! Let's go down and kill them!"
He waved the dagger in his hand, furious, and wished he could run down and put the two impostors to justice.
"No need." Lu Tingxiao said, "After all, he's a strong laborer. Catch him, put him in prison, and put him into production."
His voice was cold, but one could still hear the anger in it. However, during his years as ambassador, he had seen many bizarre and disregarded human lives, and the methods he used to deal with them had also become more diverse.
Zuo Hao raised his eyebrows: "The captain is still very capable!"
They are worthy of admiration and learning from their teammates.
Lu Tingxiao asked Okafor, "Look, are they still able to move?"
If no one can leave, just ask the White Eagle team members below to come up and carry them.
Okafor immediately ran to inquire about President Popov's condition.
President Popov's face was indeed very bad, but he supported himself on the ground with his hands and stood up with great difficulty and trembling: "I can hold on."
After all, he is the leader of a country. Even though he has fallen into such a miserable situation, he is still a strong-minded man.
Seeing that the oldest president was forcing himself to stand up, the others also tried their best to support themselves on the ground and get up.
A few of them managed to stand up, but a few just couldn't, so Okafor and Ling Shi ran over to help them.
It can be seen that the president still has his dignity.
Lu Tingxiao said to Okafor, "Let's get you on the plane first."
Okafor was holding someone in his hand and nodded repeatedly: "Thank you, thank you."
The people here really couldn't stand any more delay, so the group walked out in small steps.
At this moment, President Popov stopped them and said, "Wait, are you...from China?"
Lu Tingxiao looked at him and nodded: "Yes."
President Popov suddenly pulled a bag from his back. It was a shoulder bag with a strap slanted across his chest.
He pulled it with some effort and his movements were very slow, but it was obvious that he attached great importance to this bag, and his eyes were full of solemnity as he looked at it.
He slowly unzipped the bag and pulled out a sealed, transparent box. "You must have come here for this, right? It's no longer useful to the Rams. As a token of my gratitude for saving my life, I'll give it to you..."
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