Chapter 311 (1/2)

The mob broke into the door.

The butt of the gun hit Han Junhua's eyebrow bone, which almost knocked her out. Then he put his foot in her abdomen and kicked her to the ground.

Han Junhua was not surprised, or even alarmed, because she knew that the pain she was going to suffer would be far more than that.

Then the hero rushed up.

He raised his axe and grinned grimly, ready to chop off her limbs.

However, at this time, Wu Yaguo came forward and held the reckless ”hero”.

”Calm down, wait a minute, everybody listen to me!”

Hearing the voice of Wu Ya Guo, everyone stopped their movements.

Han Junhua lay on the ground, her face covered with bruises and blood. In just a minute, she was almost killed by the angry mobs.

She looks at Wu Yaguo quietly. She certainly doesn't think he is defending her. If so, he will be as for Han Junhua, and he will be deprived of the right of director.

Several armed mobs came forward. Pull her up in a rude way. With her EP, she lifted the order she set and ”took the initiative” to transfer the authority of the director to Wu Yaguo. Then Wu Yaguo put handcuffs on her and pushed her out of the door.

People glared at her, spitting at her, trying to throw garbage in her face.

But he was stopped by the benevolent new director.

”She will be tried. Before that, we must let her live to the day of trial. ”

Standing aside, academician Qin watched all this in silence. People did not embarrass the respected old man. They politely invited him back to his residence and asked him to offer his blessing to the new regime. He did, and then his watchers withdrew.

Like the stage drama of history, the scene of deja vu is repeated in this dark underground.

...

in the interrogation room.

Han Junhua sat on the cold bench, looking at the ceiling in a daze.

Half a day has passed since the coup.

No one questioned her, did not come to bandage her wound, or even brought her food.

In fact, it doesn't matter. People can live for two or three days without eating. As long as she had one breath left, it was the greatest kindness that allowed her to spend the last hours of her life in peace.

Just then, the door opened.

Han Junhua raised his tired eyelids and murmured in his heart: is it finally coming?

However, to her disappointment, an acquaintance came in.

Feng Hui, senior engineer of shelter technology, is responsible for the management of the power facilities of the shelter.

Some dare not look directly into Han Junhua's eyes and Feng Hui lowers his head.

”It was me... I pulled a centimeter out of the fuel rod.”

It can be said that his contribution to the success of the uprising was at least half.

”Well.”

”Sorry...”

”why apologize to me?” Han Junhua asked calmly.

”I just think, how to say, if we change the director... Maybe everyone's life will be good?” Scratching his ears and scratching his cheek, Feng Hui organized the fragmentary words in his brain.

Just feeling?

Han Junhua didn't pay attention to him any more and continued to stay.

I swallowed and spit. Feng Hui took out a tube of nutrient mixture from his pocket, hesitated to look back, and then walked timidly to Han Junhua.

”Drink it, you.”

”Is the trial over?” Han Junhua asked.

”No...”

”it's not worth it.” Han Junhua did not take his nutrient mixture and closed his eyes.

Sympathize with the dictator to be tried at the moment of victory in the uprising. If Wu Yaguo had not prepared a set of high sounding speeches in advance, he would have been angry by the angry residents.

But Feng Hui's face was beseeching.

”Please, drink it... At least, it will make me feel better.”

He may sympathize with people's uprising, but when he sees Han Junhua being beaten into this miserable picture by irrational people, his heart suffers from the torture of guilt all the time.