After the three questions were posed, the Black Tower fell silent.
After a long while, a man with tears streaming down his face suddenly shouted, "I'm not reconciled! I don't want to admit defeat, and I won't give up! But what can I do?"
The survivors wore expressions of resentment and clenched their fists.
"...Pick up a weapon, how will you know you won't succeed if you don't do it?"
In the monitoring room, besides Jian Yiqiu, only Xiao Jin, who was still standing to the side, remained.
Holding the microphone, he slowly uttered his last words: "I will always be at the forefront. As long as I live, I will not put down my weapon."
Now it's time for you to make a choice...
After speaking, Jian Yiqiu turned off the microphone.
He stepped forward and said to Xiao Jin, "I know your next task will be very important. I just hope you will be careful."
Xiao Jin stretched out her hand, and a syringe appeared in her palm, the liquid in the syringe radiating a dazzling light.
"This is?"
Xiao Jin said calmly, "Be careful. I don't have much. Use it according to your needs!"
After saying that, Xiao Jin tossed the needle aside, turned around, and left.
Shao Jing and the others have just gone to arrange for the survivors. The elderly, women, and children must hide at the bottom first, and everyone else cannot stay in the Black Tower; they must all go out.
Otherwise, if we stay here, we'll be trapped like turtles in a jar, and nobody knows if the snow beast can break through the Black Tower's defenses.
No one wanted their hard-earned shelter to be destroyed.
Jian Yiqiu hurriedly took the injection, only to find that the person had disappeared. Looking at the needle in his hand, he thought of Cheng Ce's severed arm, and his lips twitched.
Good heavens, such precious medicine, aren't you afraid of breaking it!
Jian Yiqiu's words did indeed cause a stir among the survivors.
Specifically, when Gao Ya and others were evacuating people, not only did most of the women say they wanted to go out and fight monsters, but even many elderly people joined in the fun.
"Child, I don't have much time left to live. Let me do one last thing for everyone." The old man with gray hair held Cheng Ce's hand tightly, his eyes filled with tears.
“Oh dear, I told you I wouldn’t hide. Your grandpa has been slaughtering pigs for so many years, I’ve seen more blood than you’ve eaten rice,” the short, burly old man said to his grandson.
In addition, many 15- and 16-year-old children also wanted to go up with the group.
"We've grown up, and we can protect our families too!"
Upon seeing this, Cheng Ce pursed his lips.
All their efforts finally paid off!
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