Fighting for Fame

On the sixteenth floor of the Bunker, in a Level 7 building's conference room.

The meeting was still in progress.

"Are we really going to give such good medicine to the people in the lower levels? Everyone should be very clear about... the value of these medicines."

"We have plenty of Level 5 medicine, but it can't solve the plague in the lower levels."

The speaker was the director of the fifth bureau of the Bunker Administration Bureau. The director of the first bureau was her former superior.

The two of them had engaged in many novel activities in private, things that would shock even those in the Tower of Desire.

Naturally, this, the youngest director of the Administration Bureau in history, could easily understand the intentions of the director of the first bureau.

Level 5 medicine could restore injuries, recovering a person's injuries as a percentage.

It could be said that Level 5 medicine was also precious, but firstly, its effect was relatively slow, and secondly, it had almost no effect on diseases.

Level 4 medicine could only deal with minor illnesses and injuries. Starting from Level 3 medicine, including lower-level medicines, they were already considered medicines within human knowledge that only had effects on certain injuries and illnesses.

Of course, there must also be Level 7 medicine, and some people had speculated that it might be the "elixir" that ancient emperors pursued.

At this moment, the female director, in her early thirties and still possessing her charm, made her meaning clear:

"Are the people in the lower levels really worth us expending such good medicine on?"

"Not long ago, our people have already reached the second floor of the Bunker, including doctors and the order-maintenance troops from the Security Bureau."

"Everyone, although these medicines are plentiful and can indeed alleviate this plague crisis... what about next time?"

"This time it's the lower levels, but what if it's us next time? Our lives are not comparable to the lives of those in the lower levels."

"Without us, the Bunker would fall into chaos."

Silence.

After the female director finished speaking, many people showed thoughtful expressions.

The director of the second bureau of the Bunker Security Bureau frowned slightly. The director of the sixth bureau of the Security Bureau's face turned ashen.

After about ten seconds of silence, it was the director of the sixth bureau who retorted:

"According to investigations, this plague cannot be eliminated by any previous medicine."

"Does everyone know what this means?"

No one spoke.

The director of the sixth bureau continued:

"This means this is likely a precursor to the Great Devourment. Otherwise, where do you think a plague of this magnitude came from?! Before the Great Devourment arrives, there are always some disasters that accompany it."

"This is completely different from that certain infectious disease caused by some man having sex with another man's anus in the past."

"It's obvious that this is a natural disaster warning before the arrival of the Great Devourment!"

"Yes, everyone's lives are certainly precious, and the lives of those in the lower levels are certainly worthless. At least in the current situation, if the people in the lower levels die, they die."

"But don't forget, without those people... the external affairs department of the Bunker Security Bureau wouldn't have new blood."

"At the same time, after the Great Devourment arrives, you, and you, not a single one of you will escape."

He paused specifically, his gaze shifting successively to the director of the third bureau of the Security Bureau and the director of the fifth bureau of the Administration Bureau.

In normal times, these directors would not suffer in silence, but when the Great Devourment was mentioned, their faces turned pale.

The director of the second bureau knew that there still needed to be an external enemy.

Sometimes, human unity still relied on external pressure.

Were the Three Towers pressure? The Three Towers were not. Because the monsters in the towers would not enter the Bunker.

The Three Towers, in the eyes of the high-level personnel, were like a field, or a forest where they could hunt.

What they truly feared was the Great Devourment. That was a disaster that could directly affect the Bunker.

"Everyone's lives are certainly more valuable than the lives of those below. But don't forget, those below also serve us."

"What I mean is, we should still save them if we should."

The director of the second bureau of the Security Bureau smoothed things over, his gaze falling on the director of the first bureau of the Administration Bureau.

The director of the first bureau of the Administration Bureau nodded:

"The Great Devourment is indeed terrifying, and we certainly cannot lose the main force for exploring the Three Towers from the lower levels."

"Since that's the case, then let's arrange for the most knowledgeable doctors to start distributing the medicine as soon as possible and organize a treatment from us, the high-level personnel."

After saying this, the director of the fifth bureau of the Administration Bureau understood:

"I understand, I will contact the people from the Bunker Media Bureau and increase the publicity for this treatment."

The director of the sixth bureau of the Security Bureau wore an expression of disgust.

Logically speaking, this medicine was brought by a child named Wen Xishu.

But from now on, it would likely be publicized as the achievement of the high-level personnel.

The director of the second bureau of the Security Bureau, however, wore a smile, but everyone knew that this plump director of the second bureau was also a prime example of smiling with a hidden dagger.

The Security Bureau used the opportunity to help the citizens, and the public received treatment, which was excellent. However, the Deputy Director did not want Wen Xishu's secrets to be known by others.

To advance further at the pinnacle of power, one must sometimes be more selfish. Only then would there be a chance in this life to interact with the Elder Council.

He yearned for progress so much.

In the current situation, both the Security Bureau and the Administration Bureau had decided to save people. But Wen Xishu and the others had not changed their stance.

Therefore, he had to find a way to use outside forces to get Wen Xishu out of the First Bureau's control first.

The Deputy Director silently touched the bracelet on his wrist, waiting for his subordinates' operations, his smile becoming more amiable.

Wen Xishu was suffering.

The first stage of interrogation was fatigue interrogation.

Fatigue interrogation involved constantly asking Wen Xishu various questions, repeatedly, and then gradually destroying the subject's logic through one or two slip-ups.

However, Wen Xishu's logic was not destroyed. On the contrary, he infuriated the interrogator immensely.

"Wen Xishu, don't think you can get away with feigning madness. The higher-ups won't care if your mind gets hurt this time."

Wen Xishu looked at the other person and suddenly asked:

"Are you from the Security Bureau?"

"Of course."

"It might be more effective if you let Liu Jinsen interrogate me."

"Let me tell you, I am Xie Changfeng from the First Bureau of the Bunker Security Bureau. My rank is higher than Liu Jinsen's."

Xie Changfeng mentioned his rank with considerable pride:

"The people from the Second and Sixth Bureaus are all individuals who only care about climbing the towers without any bottom line, especially those from the Sixth Bureau. They are not qualified to interrogate you."

Wen Xishu nodded:

"Then why don't you just use those things? Truth serum is more effective than you. I have nothing to say to you."

"Your interrogation methods are like a woman's."

"Seriously, either you get Liu Jinsen to do it. This has nothing to do with rank. Even if you become the Bunker Chief, my contempt for your intelligence won't lessen."

"Either use truth serum, don't force yourself, or perhaps dance a little to disgust me? I might actually say something then, but if you want to play mind games with me..."

Wen Xishu didn't finish his sentence, merely letting out a rather mocking "pfft."

He had already learned some things, and it was as he had thought: the Bunker Security Bureau was not united, and the six bureaus had complex positions.

This meant his chances of survival were greater.

However, he also knew that this interrogator harbored some hatred towards the Wen family, and he might not be able to hold on much longer.

After all, truth serum could instantly break down his mental defenses.

So, Wen Xishu planned to provoke the other party with his words, creating a narrative that using truth serum meant he was incapable, thereby delaying the moment he would be overcome by the drug.

Xie Changfeng was indeed provoked and began to beat Wen Xishu, spewing vulgarities, but... he couldn't out-curse Wen Xishu.

Being beaten was not a big deal in Wen Xishu's eyes.

He took note of this Xie Changfeng, whose rank was higher than Liu Jinsen's.

He would get his revenge, doubling the suffering, in the future.

Wen Xishu was being interrogated by people from the Third Bureau of the Bunker Security Bureau.

However, on the second level, the Third Bureau of the Bunker Security Bureau and the Fifth Bureau of the Bunker Administration Bureau had not forgotten to extract benefits from Wen Xishu.

After the high-level personnel in the conference room finalized the plan, the doctors on the second level soon entered the hospital. After a brief assignment of duties, they began distributing medicine.

And on the second level, propaganda soon followed.

"Our Bunker Administration Bureau and the Bunker Security Bureau have always been finding ways to solve this plague crisis."

"We are one with the people, and we will always serve you!"

"Serving the vast number of compatriots at the bottom is our unwavering principle!"

Twenty-four vehicles, equipped with loudspeakers, were continuously broadcasting the message.

People also followed the directions and arrived at the entrance of the Level 6 Facility Hospital, forming long queues.

These were all patients waiting for treatment.

However, something unexpected happened that surprised the high-level personnel; the people were not grateful to the high-level officials.

No matter how the higher-ups propagandized, the moment they received the medicine, the fact that it "belonged to Wen Xishu" could not be denied.

This was the best propaganda.

What the high-level officials had not anticipated even more was that the propaganda for Wen Xishu had actually preceded their own decisions.

This all started with a seemingly insignificant individual.