The officer standing behind the curtains watched several brothers kneeling outside the Capitol Building, watched as they were dragged away like dead dogs, and felt a trace of emotion and lament.
He knew that these people would most likely survive.
Sometimes, it was not reason itself that made people choose, but emotion and impulse.
If everyone could make rational decisions when faced with a choice, there would not be so many unsolvable conflicts in this world.
No one could be absolutely rational. Forget absolute rationality—even relative rationality was difficult to achieve.
It was like—
I knew perfectly well that she was a slut, but when she took off her clothes, I still couldn't hold myself back.
Reason told me not to fall for it, but emotion and impulse told me, This is the fucking last time.
There were also some people standing behind the officer, silently waiting.
They actually knew that by staying behind, their lives had begun counting down as well, but they all had reasons to stay.
Some had lost family members to the war, while others had suffered unfair treatment—at least, what they considered unfair treatment.
The harshness of reality had forced them to make such a heavy choice: to use their lives and even more to shake and awaken this numb society.
"From here on, we'll continue according to plan. We may need to speed things up a little. There's a good chance they'll infiltrate tonight."
"Everyone, stay a little more alert..."
After assigning everyone their tasks, the Capitol Building fell silent.
In places no one could see, the terrorists began setting all kinds of traps and planting explosives.
Most of these people had participated in frontline battles. Quite a few had risen from low-level units, or had still been serving at the grassroots level before