Conspiracy?

As their membership grew, they gradually amassed a arsenal of weapons through trade with illicit goods trafficking organizations outside the city. Although they were still unable to confront the powerful Church head-on, they gained the ability to launch armed attacks in certain areas.

They also attempted to blow up the "Bosean" pharmaceutical factory, cut off the supply of "Bosean," and awaken people from their zombie-like state so that they could overthrow the Church's rule together.

However, their strength was still too weak, and their attempts all ended in failure. They failed to cause any substantial damage to the Church, and instead suffered heavy losses themselves.

Therefore, they have been lying low in the shadows, recuperating and rebuilding, while secretly recruiting awakened emotional criminals, stockpiling weapons and ammunition, and accumulating strength for the next attack.

This time, however, he did not intend to act rashly. Instead, he planned to make his move only after he was fully confident. After all, there were not many of these "Awakened," and each of them was an important force in resisting the Church. They could not be wasted.

However, it seems that the number of people arrested in their Resistance Organization and those "Awakened" who have not yet joined them has decreased a lot recently. In the past, at least a few people would be accidentally exposed and taken away for cremation every day, but in the last two days, the number has suddenly decreased. Is it a coincidence, or is there some other reason?

Is the Church plotting something?

It's no wonder he was suspicious. Although their headquarters was hidden underground, they still worked and lived up there most of the time. Although they tried their best to hide it and pretended to have been injected with "Bosean", they would always slip up. They might be seen by the people around them or by patrolling soldiers at any time and discover that they had feelings.

Every day, brothers and sisters are discovered for various reasons, and some are even arrested in front of them. Their fate is self-evident. So, they all live in fear, not knowing when they will be arrested by soldiers who suddenly appear.

Even he himself didn't know if he would live to see the day the Church was overthrown.

At this moment, the things they were most worried about suddenly decreased significantly, which should have been a good thing. However, he couldn't help but wonder if the Church had some kind of conspiracy, deliberately doing this to lower their guard, or if it had other intentions.

Just as Jurgen was feeling uneasy and deep in thought because of his recent unusual behavior, a pleasant melody suddenly rang out from the room behind him.

The sound wasn't loud, but it clearly reached his ears, causing him to pause in surprise.

Although they also had records, the place behind him was his office, which didn't have a record player or any music player before. So, where did this music come from?

Jurgen first glanced at the people outside and, finding nothing unusual, quickly turned back to his office and headed in the direction from which the sound came.

The room was small and simply furnished, with only a table, a bookshelf, and two chairs—it was very basic.

As Jurgen walked in, his gaze fell on the desk, or more precisely, on the right-hand drawer, from which the sound was coming.

Jurgen walked behind the desk with a solemn expression, and after some hesitation, slowly reached out and pulled open the drawer.

As he pulled open the drawer, the melodious music rang out even more clearly. Jurgen, however, paid no attention to the beautiful music and instead looked into the drawer.

Inside, a small smartphone, about the size of a palm, lay quietly, emitting pleasant music.

The phone screen is lit up, displaying a music player interface.

When Jurgen saw the phone, his pupils contracted involuntarily. He was certain that he had never seen this phone before, and that it was definitely not originally in this drawer. Who had quietly placed it in his desk?

Church?

He couldn't think of anyone other than the Church, but if that were the case, wouldn't their base location have been exposed? This place might already be surrounded by troops, and priests might rush in and start a massacre at any moment!

Thinking of this, Jurgen's forehead broke out in a fine layer of sweat, and his eyes trembled intensely.

Is this the end for us? I'm so unwilling to accept this!

He was truly unwilling to accept defeat, having failed before even overthrowing the Church and rescuing everyone.

However, after a long time, there was still no movement outside, so it was clear that nothing unusual had happened. Jurgen calmed down.

Wrong!

If it really is the Church, they wouldn't have gone to such lengths to put a cell phone in his desk. It would only alert them and wouldn't make any sense. But who else could it be besides the Church?

Those contraband trafficking organizations outside the city? Let's not even talk about whether they have the ability to find their base. Even if they did, they wouldn't have the ability to quietly put the phone in his drawer.

It's important to understand that, although he didn't have a high position or much power as the leader of the Resistance Organization, and was equal in status to everyone else, he was still responsible for leading the Resistance Organization. His office contained a lot of confidential documents and materials, so it was not only locked but also guarded by a dedicated person.

As for betrayal by their own people, that's even less likely. Everyone who has been recruited into the Resistance Organization and managed to come to this underground base is absolutely trustworthy.

They shared a common ideal and goal: to overthrow the Church's dictatorial rule and restore freedom, for which they were willing to sacrifice!

What's the point of living if you can't live freely in the sunlight?

Therefore, the people in their organization are all fearless warriors. Those who are afraid of death either obediently inject "Bosean" and become obedient walking corpses, or try to escape from the city and live a life of ignominy.

While the contraband trafficking organizations outside the city were also composed of desperate criminals, they were after more and better food and supplies, which were exactly what the city's citizens had in abundance, so it was even less likely that they could be bribed.

Who is it?!

The deeper Jurgen thought about it, the more confused he became. No matter how hard he racked his brains, he couldn't come up with any clues, and sweat poured down his forehead.

Just then, the phone's music suddenly stopped, and the screen changed to a chat box. Then, a line of text suddenly appeared on it.