Rebirth at the end of the world: I report to the country!

Chapter 173 173· "The great revenge has been avenged...?"

January 4, 2025, 13:40 pm - There are only twenty-seven days left before the alien species appears on Blue Star.

Underground of Xiangshan Airport.

Within the solid alloy gate, a group of the most powerful and wealthy people before the era of natural disasters have been besieged here for nearly two days.

"Why did things turn out like this?" Boggs said to himself in a somewhat collapsed and desperate voice.

"Holy shit, wasn't it agreed that this was a path to ascension? Why did it turn out to be a dead end for a long time? Why did you get into trouble with this group of people for no reason? We joined later, can't you let us go?"

Boggs kept questioning himself, but of course, he got no answer.

After the earthquake, the danger of going out was greatly reduced. Boggs's owner couldn't wait to take everyone in the villa to the Illuminati and join them.

There must have been a conversation between the master and the members of this organization. Boggs was not qualified to listen to the specific content, but Boggs knew that after the conversation was over, his master's face was bright red, and he must have heard some good news.

Damn it, I was a lot rougher on myself that night.

But it’s nothing. Boggs originally thought that this was really good. At least there were sufficient resources here, and there were even a large number of soldiers with live ammunition guarding them. Although the servant’s bunk room where he lived was not as good as his previous room in the villa, he still felt safe. fully.

After listening to other colleagues like Boggs who had served these noble people in the shelter talk about the situation here, Boggs also felt that the future was promising.

It is extremely safe here. No one can disturb the lives of the people here. At least they can live for a long time - this alone should exceed 99% of the people in Blue Star, right?

Boggs fell asleep peacefully that night with good expectations.

bright!

Well, what then woke Boggs was the alarm bell inside the shelter.

He was still confused at the time. He stood up and saw his colleagues running around in panic. He subconsciously asked what the situation was. Then he heard from his colleagues who told him last night that "it is extremely safe here" that the Bright Shelter had encountered something. Invasion.

And to the accompaniment - a gun battle has begun outside.

Boggs looked like a white man with a question mark face on the spot. He even secretly thought that this was a way for the Illuminati to test the loyalty of his master or his methods of doing things. After all, such plots often appeared in those online dramas.

Boggs had this childish idea. After he opened the door and saw a freshly baked corpse, blood spreading to his feet, and after hearing the real gunfire in his ears, Boggs' mouth twitched and he confirmed something. Thing, this is not a drill.

Your mother is so tall!
Boggs immediately started running away. I don’t know whether it was luck or misfortune. Because he had just arrived in this shelter, he didn’t know the way at all. Boggs could only follow his colleagues to escape. After losing him, Boggs actually Met his master.

The master at that time looked even more confused than himself. Perhaps because he knew the terror of the Illuminati before, he couldn't believe what was happening in front of him.

Then Boggs followed his master and ran behind this extremely heavy alloy door, temporarily gaining safety.

However, the current situation is not optimistic.

The result of the battle outside seemed to be lost, because of the few bodyguards who went out to check the intelligence, only one came back alive, and said that the place was now surrounded by those people, and there was no possibility of a breakthrough.

At least with the strength of everyone here, a breakthrough is purely wishful thinking.

So everyone was trapped here, with no way to leave.

"I think these big shots are more afraid of death than each other. Shouldn't they leave a hundred escape routes, at least some secret passages and backdoors?" Boggs once asked the people around him who were of similar status to him.

The answer I got was that there was a secret passage in the shelter, but there really wasn't one here.

This is considered a core warehouse, not a 'shelter within a shelter'. Who would leave a backdoor here? Isn't that a shortcut for thieves?

Because it is a warehouse, the people trapped here are not really short of supplies.

However, Boggs walked out of the corner. He didn't have much time to be alone. He walked between the shelves of the warehouse and watched an open space being vacated, where the members of the Illuminati gathered to rest.

There is still light here because there is a dedicated power supply system.

Boggs came and sat down next to his master, carefully peering at them. Everyone's faces were filled with irritability, fear, fear... and only negative emotions.

Boggs understands this because he feels the same way.

They are now trapped in a urn, with no way to survive.

Not the real organization that runs this country? Why can't even the army be mobilized? Boggs actually thought with some contempt in his heart.

He had never known about these two organizations. He had only heard about them from his master, but within a day of entering, he encountered an invasion and was trapped. It was really difficult for him to have any powerful filter for them.

After being besieged, it seemed that a few of them were furious at first, saying that they wanted to ask the people outside Fei Ying how they could allow such a rebellion to happen, what they were doing for food, and why they were not alert at all. No, shouldn't this kind of thing be nipped in the bud?

In short, there is a trend of those in power questioning their subordinates, as if the flying eagle is a tool in their hands.

Then he discovered that they could not contact the outside world. The people who besieged him seemed to have brought signal shielding devices. In addition, this area was located underground, so most signals could not be sent out at all.

A small part of the signal was sent out, but for some unknown reason, no reply was received.

The superior person misfired on the spot.

In short, a breakthrough has become an impossible luxury.

But the despair should not have spread to this extent in just two days. The problem lies in the environment here - the supplies stored here are only food and water, and there are no daily necessities.

They can only sleep on the hard ground, or dismantle the boxes containing supplies and sleep on cardboard.

This is actually barely bearable, but the bigger problem is that this is a large space - a large space without a toilet.

Everyone's excrement from the past two days is now piled up in a corner of the space, but the stench has permeated this place, and the speed of the circulation system cannot discharge all the odor.

And those who needed to go to the toilet went to the 'toilet' with palpitations, only to return looking ashen - and smelling bad.

How have these people ever lived like this, and the environment here will only deteriorate faster and faster, so some people can't bear it anymore, especially some female members of the organization. Judging from the expressions on their faces, they probably really want to die. .

Boggs looked at the miserable situation of these big men in his heart, and actually felt a little darkly happy.

"Master, what should we do now? Are we waiting to die here?" Boggs asked his master.

Things are different now. Boggs is probably the most trusted person in the eyes of the master - because the other people who followed the master here should have died outside.

"Why should we wait to die with such a group of people who don't get along with each other?" The other party's response was very cold, with his head lowered and his face gloomy.

"I didn't expect that the organization I had longed for for a long time would be so vulnerable. In this case, birds choose good trees to roost in. We just joined this... No, we didn't join this organization at all. We just came here to visit. Those people outside What does hatred of the Illuminati have to do with me?”

Boggs raised his eyebrows. His master turned his face and really didn't recognize anyone. He still remembered that when he first came here, his master knelt down to the members here, showing the humility of a newcomer. But...he naturally supported his master's betrayal.

Betrayal is the only way to survive.

"I agree with your judgment. When a disaster strikes, we will naturally have to fly separately. What should we do? What do we need from me?" Boggs nodded heavily and asked.

"I'm still a little hesitant now. After all, this is another gamble. Once the Illuminati is actually not that unbearable and this turmoil ends with victory, then I, the traitor, will definitely end up miserable." The other party was hesitant. said.

"As for what to do, of course we open the door. Didn't the people outside also tell us that the first group of people to go out will not die." Master Boggs looked at the thick door not far away with a faint look. The door, "But it's a little difficult for us to open this door."

"Creak-" At this moment, the sharp noise of metal friction came out.

The unsociable voice attracted everyone's attention.

And the one who made this sound was the metal gate that Boggs himself had been staring at!
Did this door of 'difficulty' open by itself?
"Damn it! Someone made a move before us. I should have known earlier that the hearts of these people were getting dirtier than the others, so I shouldn't have hesitated!" Master Boggs said in annoyance after being stunned for a while.

Except for their master and servant, most of the people present seemed to be in a state of confusion until Bathory walked in with a gun.

"How did you get in! Wait, where's my access card!"

"There's a mole! Invasion! Bodyguard! Bodyguard!"

"Let me live, spare my life, I brought you here! You guys promised me, I don't have to die!"

"Who are you flying eagle traitors? What are you planning? Can we have a negotiation? Maybe there is some misunderstanding between us!"

……

After being stunned, the scene instantly became chaotic, with all kinds of things happening, and different people had different reactions.

"Da da da da -" However, those armed bodyguards and intruders who rushed in did not care whether you had the desire to take action or not. They directly fired at all those who might pose a threat to them. die.

The lives of those bodyguards who had no defense ended here.

"Shut up."

The splattered blood and the collapsed body were another blow to everyone present. No one dared to disobey Bathory's words. The noise disappeared instantly and was replaced by silence.

"Who is the president of the Illuminati?" Bathory raised his gun and scanned everyone present.

No one spoke, but everyone's subconscious glances and glances had already revealed the answer.

The Illuminati does not use absolute qualifications as the basis for judging everything. In addition, most decisions are not made by the president, but there is a specific decision-making meeting. Therefore, following the eyes of everyone, Bathory saw a A calm middle-aged man of about forty, not an octogenarian as he had expected.

"It's me." The other party was someone who had seen strong winds and waves anyway. Facing Bathory's gaze, he stood up and walked toward the other party with open hands. His momentum didn't seem to fade much:

"What are you looking for for me? Also, I think there should be some misunderstanding between us, and there should be no irreconcilable conflicts between us."

"Misunderstanding? Reconciliation? Haha - when you led the establishment of the Purification Society, you already had a way to kill yourself." Bathory said.

"Purification Society? That organization that hunts down the old, weak, sick and disabled in Flying Eagle, what does that have to do with us? This is a misunderstanding between us." The president frowned.

He probably realized what the problem was.

That's easy, just solve the problem.

What a stupid person to take action without investigating the truth of the matter.

With such thoughts in mind, the president prepared his words.

"I'm not interested in your sophistry." Bathory just loaded his gun silently.

The president's pupils shrank, and in the face of the threat of death, there was still a trace of panic: "There is really a misunderstanding. We have nothing to do with this organization. According to the simplest logic, we don't..."

However, Bathory stretched out a finger to cover his left ear in front of him.

Although this does not block all sounds, it represents an attitude -

"Someone told me that you, a group of people with high status, are very capable of demagoguery. You have too many dirty tricks, and you can use a hundred ways to portray what you do as if it has nothing to do with you. and trying to brainwash others.

The best way is not to listen.

Sure enough, you bunch of worms are still trying to struggle, stop struggling, go to hell now and apologize to my grandfather. "

Bathory's determination scares Boggs.

"Wait--"

"bump--"

However, the moment the words fell, a bloody hole appeared from the president's back, and he fell straight to the ground.

"Ahem -" the dying president looked at Bathory who had killed him viciously, "Is it possible that you have been tricked, and the 'someone' in your mouth is the one who is really brainwashing you? Man, you have just become a borrowed knife in the hands of others!"

He thought of his unsuccessful plea for help.

"That's ridiculous, I won't listen." Bator was expressionless and just fired two more shots.

Looking into the president's dead eyes, Bathory finally felt a little relieved on his face.

After more than two months, I finally avenged my grandfather.

As for his last words, Bathory didn't care.

Deputy Leader Boy is a heroic being who truly cares about this country.

He put away his gun and walked back.

"I won't kill the remaining people," he said.

Before everyone present cheered that he had survived, Bathory immediately followed up with the next sentence:

"I'm the only one who kills my enemies. It's too selfish. Let's kill each other to comfort our dead relatives and friends."

(End of this chapter)