Chapter 81: Each with His Own Agenda
Norris and Bradford, the two men who called the shots in the alliance and Renaissance City, had completely lost their composure at this moment.
"Damned Mondok! He insisted on taking such a tough approach! It's not a pity that he lost his life, but what can we do now? The army is gone, the city is blocked, and we are all fish on the chopping board!" Bradford had disheveled hair and looked crazy and terrified.
But as he spoke, he kept secretly glancing at Norris opposite him.
Hearing Bradford's words, he did not speak, old Norris did not speak. Under his thick white hair and beard, his eyebrows and lips formed an expression of gloom.
Bradford gritted his teeth and continued to complain: "What should we do now? It's useless! Have you seen the photos? Have you seen the video? That Gu Hang! He was just flying in the sky! He just executed Mondok in public! Damn it, why didn't we know before that Gu Hang was actually a powerful psychic?!"
After he finished speaking, he looked at Norris again.
The old man still didn't speak.
Bradford continued, "Those Space Marines! Battle Sisters! Aren't they fake?! They kill fully armed soldiers like killing chickens, and destroy our tanks as easily as opening cans! How dare we go to war with such an enemy? Damn it! Mondok, that reckless man, bewitched us and brought us great harm!"
"And those soldiers! How dare they? Every month and every year, the government spends so much money on those soldiers, allowing them to live a life that they could never have when they were animals before, giving them a higher status, but how do they repay us? When we needed them the most, they didn't dare to fight to the death, but surrendered instead! That Gu Hang said he was the ruler, he was the commander of the army, bullshit! Why don't those soldiers use their brains to think about it? Has Gu Hang ever paid them a penny?"
Bradford, the business tycoon, had no manners at all. He kept cursing left and right, first Mondok and then Gu Hang, then Mondok and then those ordinary soldiers.
He finally succeeded in boring Norris.
"Okay, put away your crazy look and stop pretending in front of me." Norris said, "You want to ask me, want to know what I should do next? I can tell you, no problem, now Renaissance City has become our prison, they are all dying prisoners, what's wrong with that? But even if I tell you, do you really dare to follow me?"
Bradford immediately abandoned his previous collapsed look, changed his face and said: "Why not? The legion is finished, Mondok is dead, and now in the whole city, only you, Master Norris, are left. You are the real powerful one. You have people in your hands, and you will have guns and cannons when you open the armory. All the people in the city who don't want to return to the Governor's rule will unite around you!"
“Huh.” Norris snorted coldly.
After Mondoc's death and the surrender of the Alliance Legion, the political nature of Renaissance City changed.
Anyone with a discerning eye can see that things have changed in the alliance.
If in the past they could rely on the military potential of the Alliance Legion and the large population representatives in the inner and outer cities of Renaissance City to fight against the Governor, now it has become absolutely impossible.
With the four gates sealed and the army turning against their own, they couldn't even get out of the city, so there was no way they could turn the situation around.
What remains is how to live.
Their life and death now depends solely on the Governor's decision.
According to their thinking, although the governor has not entered the city yet, it might be too late to make a decision when the governor enters the city.
At this moment, there are really not many decisions they can make.
It's nothing more than running away or kneeling.
It is not easy to escape from Fuxing City now; as for kneeling to the Governor, if the kneeling posture is not correct, you may not survive.
Friends who used to work together are now full of intrigue and deception against each other.
For example, at this moment, Norris could see that Bradford pretended to be broken in front of him and flattered him, and he had no good intentions. That guy seemed to be encouraging him to arm the industrial workers and resist to the end, but if he really did that, he was afraid that the first person to sell him out would be this guy in front of him.
Of course, what he said about having a solution and knowing what to do was also false.
He would arm the workers and turn the factories into military positions. But this was not for resistance, but to concentrate the actual power in the city in his hands as much as possible, increase the bargaining chips in his hands, and finally kneel down to the governor with more weight.
The organized population, weapons and equipment, and the means of production in the factories all belong to me, Norris. Governor, please keep me here. I will be of great use in the future!
As for Bradford in front of him?
Anyone who used to rely on connections and channels to do reselling business, can only wish him good luck.
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After finishing a brief conversation with old Norris, Bradford's face was quite gloomy.
He felt that old Norris saw what he meant and was not fooled.
Damn it! How can I escape without a conspicuous guy to hold me in the city and attract the governor's attention?
That's right, Bradford wanted to run.
Bradford didn't want to stay and be a dog - he wasn't like Norris, who had the capital to be a dog.
On the contrary, the extensive network of contacts he had accumulated over the years as a distributor allowed him to go to many other places after leaving Fuxing City. Even if life was not as good as before, it was better than staying.
As long as I can escape.
Norris couldn't be counted on. He didn't believe what Norris said, and didn't believe that this guy would really confront the governor.
On the contrary, he felt that Norris was looking for a way to make his kneeling more significant in order to obtain better surrender conditions in front of Gu Hang - maybe he would be used as a condition to increase the weight of the surrender.
But this idea, in his opinion, is not worth mentioning.
Those who cannot survive will be killed by the Governor with lightning speed. No matter how beautifully you kneel, it is still worse than being a dead person.
Free up space and sweep away the upper class so that the governor can better paint on a blank sheet of paper.
Moreover, even if he can survive, the person with the final say in this city will be the governor in the future, and the Union Parliament will definitely not have the same power as in the past, and it is not even certain whether it will even exist.
Old Norris was definitely finished, but the hateful thing was, since you were going to die, why didn't you die more spectacularly and give me more chances to escape?
After thinking it over, Bradford gritted his teeth and decided that he could not wait any longer.
If we wait any longer, the governor may come into the city at any time and the purge may begin at any time. If we wait any longer, we will have no chance to escape.
He made up his mind.
(End of this chapter)
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