Twenty Seven Years

  Chapter 95 Facing

   "What do you need?" The two agents walked in, looked at Verak coldly and asked.

   "It's too boring, I asked you to come in and chat to pass the time." Verak planned to get to know the two briefly, and make some preparations for instigating the two and developing them into their own people.

  As agents working in intelligence agencies, these people not only maintain high-intensity physical training, but also have strict requirements in terms of loyalty and cognition, and they will conduct regular tests. Verac wasn't sure he could develop these people into informants, but he had no choice but to do so, trying to gain a glimmer of hope.

   "Do you need me to help you contact my boss?" A tall agent asked Verak slightly looking down.

"There's no need to go to Rock Shriver or something like that. Those people are high-ranking and talk very arrogantly, and I can't get along with them." Verakla said, "You should also be born in ordinary families, see It’s more pleasing to the eye, and we should have some common topics.”

   "Mr. Chris, this violated the rules and regulations, so I'm sorry." The agent did not intend to chat with Verak, nor did he disclose any private information, to give Verak a boost.

   As soon as the words fell, they bowed to Veraker to apologize, then turned and walked out.

The person who specially monitors him is definitely not that easy to deal with. All the long speeches Verak had prepared were choked back. He quickly jumped to the last link of the plan, followed the two to the door, and took out two cards from his pocket. The paper was stuffed into their pockets respectively.

  Feeling something stuffed in their pockets, the two agents dodged subconsciously, then took a defensive posture and looked at Verak stiffly.

   "That's something you must be interested in." Verak spread his hands to show that he was not malicious, and at the same time stepped back to lower the vigilance of the two, "You can go out now."

  The agents took out the paper from their pockets, did not open it to check, but looked at each other, went out and locked the door again.

  Verak tiptoed to the door and put his ear on the door to listen.

  There was no conversation outside the door, only the sound of paper being folded, and four or five seconds later, there was no other movement except for the footsteps of a person walking away.

  Verak let out a mouthful of foul air, feeling slightly shocked.

   If there is no accident, the outside agent went out and looked through the content written in the paper, confirmed that the problem was not something he could handle, and then handed it in to Rock Shriver.

   But at least they saw it.

  Even if it was just a cursory scan, or a few glances and memorized a little bit of content, this was a huge success for Verak.

  It is not easy to shake other people's camp immediately. As an ordinary person, he was a rescue target of the Equality Association, and he didn't easily stand on the side of the Equality Association, let alone this group of people who were busy cleaning up the Equality Association all day long. So he didn't expect the agents to read the contents of the paper and immediately stand by his side to rescue him.

  This is only a tiny possibility, even if it can be realized, it will inevitably take a lot of time.

  Verak looked at the bookshelf, where there was still a thick stack of papers he had written overnight.

  He wrote down the purpose of the establishment of the Equality Association, the ultimate goal of the Equality Association, and many concepts of equality. These things are the meaning of the existence of the Equality Society, and the reason why those people are willing to give up their lives. At such a critical juncture, Verak believed that if he wanted to impress others, he could only write these things down.

  Tell those who are asleep, or pretending to be asleep, that this world is not right, there are diseases caused by selfishness and stupidity, and a group of people are moving forward under huge resistance, trying to change all this.

   As long as there is one person who is unwilling to sleep again, Verak can get out of the desperate situation.

   But thinking of this, Verak was stunned.

  He was forced to the edge of the cliff, begging others to believe in the future where there is no dawn and only blood everywhere, but he himself has never believed it.

  If he believed in these, he would not have fallen to the present situation.

  How can you get others to believe something you don’t even believe yourself?

  Verak fell into the swamp vortex, he felt more and more heavy and dizzy, more and more confused, more and more felt that he was about to be swallowed by something.

  It is difficult for him to interrogate himself, because equal society and equality are in line with his heart, but they are contrary to his desire. From the first time he opened "On Equality", he realized something, but he was still unwilling to face it.

   So far, it is still the case.

   Whether it's unwillingness, fear, or assimilation, he doesn't know, but the answer is always in these few items. As long as he is willing, he will be able to find out the answer, knowing why he yearns for something, but he is unwilling to take this step.

  Backing to the desk, Verac took out something he had written from the thick classics.

  It was something he wanted to write based on what he saw, heard, felt, and wanted to write down.

  What is equality and why should it be equal. What is the Equal Society, what do they want to do, and why do they do it.

  He looked at his answers to these questions, his chest heaved violently, and there was an urge to tear up these things that disturbed his mind, but a will stronger than this urge suppressed it.

  Verak's hand holding the paper trembled for a long time before regaining his composure.

  He put the papers back, sat at the desk, prepared a new stack of papers, and picked up the pen.

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  September 9, afternoon.

   There was a knock on the door of "Dong Dong Dong".

  Villac hurriedly hid the things he had written for most of the day, and picked up the book that was put aside for pretending to read.

   "Mr. Chris."

  An agent’s voice came from the door, Verak turned his head and saw two agents opened the door, waiting for him at the door: “What’s wrong?”

   "Please come out."

   This sentence again, probably still go to see Rock Shriver.

  Verak didn't know what else Rockshriver could do after he clearly refused. So he guessed that Locke Shriver saw him, at most, to talk about the fact that he was spreading the idea of ​​​​disruptive parties to the agents this morning.

   "Okay." Verac, who had been sitting after lunch, patted his sore back, stood up and followed the agent to Rockshriver's office again.

  An agent knocked on the door of the office: "Sir, Mr. Chris is here."

   "Let him in." Rock Shriver's voice came from inside the room.

  The agent opened the door: "Please come in."

  Verak walked into it, the agent closed the door and stayed outside.

   "Boin again?!" Veraker, who was about to pretend to be soft and hard, froze in place.

  In the office, Rock Shriver was sitting at a luxurious and exquisite desk. In his opposite position, the two agents actually held Boyin hostage.

  (end of this chapter)