314 The End of the Mission (1/2)

Chapter 314: The End of the Mission

Translator: _Min_Editor: Rundi

Ding-

The sound of the striker echoed through the room, but the sound of the exploding didn’t.

There were no bullets in the clip.

Han Junhua’s eyebrows jumped.

A moment later, she slowly opened her eyes as she put the pistol on the table.

”Are you teasing me?”

”Not at all.” Jiang Chen let out a sigh and put away the pistol on the table.

He had many hypotheses.

She could grab the pistol and attempt to threaten him by forcing him to go inside the fallout shelter and save the people that abandoned her. If she really did that, it would mean that she still pedantically cared about those people’s lives. Therefore, it would be easy to force her to conform as Jiang Chen would just use their lives to threaten her.

If she couldn’t pull the trigger, that meant that she didn’t want to die in such a meaningless fashion. Therefore, a slavery chip was enough to control her.

But Jiang Chen didn’t think that she would make, what Jiang Chen saw as the worst decision.

To the people unafraid of death and without attachment, he couldn’t think of a way to control her.

Slavery chip? It was just a more elegant and more straightforward way of threatening people compared to gun against the head. Although it could monitor heart rate levels and hormone activity, it could not control people’s thoughts.

”I sincerely hope you can join me in my cause.” Jiang Chen used his last ditch effort.

”Cause? You call this a cause?” Han Junhua’s mouth carved up into what looked like a contemptuous curvature, it was the first expression she gave Jiang Chen on her expressionless face. ”I am a PAC soldier, I hope I can still be one when I die.”

A trace of enragement flashed across Jiang Chen’s face, Jiang Chen deeply inhaled as he tried to calm his mood.

”Looks like negotiation has failed.” He dubiously smiled and stood up.

Han Junhua used an ”obviously” look to respond to him.

”Great.”

Jiang Chen only left that one word before leaving.

Gone?

Han Junhua watched Jiang Chen leave as she felt relieved.

But to her surprise, the door opened again.

It was Xu Lu who walked in. The woman with a smile so pure that it made her extremely comfortable.

”I don’t understand, why do you have to reject our leader.” Xu Lu looked at her with a smile.

”Are you willing to die for him?” Han Junhua asked emotionlessly.

”Of course.” An unhealthy red flush appeared on Xu Lu’s face before it faded away. Then her face returned to the same smiling expression.

”Then you should understand me. The ideology of PAC is my life.”

When ideology becomes spiritual, it is not fundamentally different from a religion. The only difference is, religion is god while ideology is philosophy.

Xu Lu neglected her description as she responded, ”You are a lucky woman.”

”Is that so?”

”Of course, because leader said, he will personally train you, until you conform.”

”…” Han Junhua thought she heard wrong.

Is that considered lucky?

She could only say that there are all kinds of people in this world… Han Junhua muttered to herself in her mind.

Xu Lu's smile began to turn cold as she overlooked Han Junhua in her white dress and used a cold voice.

”Until you wake up and realize your place, your three meals a day will become two meals of nutrient supply.”

”That’s fine.” Han Junhua’s response was only two short words.

Xu Lu looked dubiously at her, the eyes seemed to say: I will see how long you can last.

A few female soldiers walked inside and took away the bed and all the other furniture.

”Enjoy your time in the darkroom.”

After leaving those words, Xu Lu left the room.

…

It was lucrative to hope that everything would go according to plan. Han Junhua lasted until the end without conforming. But the more she acted this way, the more Jiang Chen became interested.

One sentence to describe the situation, she needed more lessons!

Coincidentally, he had plenty of time to give lessons.

Jiang Chen temporarily left Han Junhua’s task aside as the development of Fallout Shelter 027 was rather smooth.

Based on Jiang Chen’s order, every noon at 12, the Fishbone base would drive an excavation truck and slowly pour around two tons of sand down to the horizontal elevator tunnel.

The sand was poured slowly, but falling from a thousand meter height, the sound of sand smashing against the elevator was still deafening.

The half an hour of deafening sound was like a curse that twirled around every resident of the fallout shelter as it tortured their mental defense.

Right now, the fallout shelter no longer held a celebratory atmosphere.

Fear, suspicion, and confusion hung on every resident’s face.