It seemed that the invisible pressure that had lingered for so long was, at this moment, completely released. As for the fact that someone was about to die because of it, that no longer mattered.
Sun Shi looked at the scene before him with satisfaction. Though he was also curious why the people of this generation were so easy to fool, the reason no longer mattered. He relished the feeling of holding life and death in his hands, the feeling brought by this authority.
As for this being a crime, he was not afraid either. The law could not punish the masses; there were simply too many others in the same line of work now.
Even if the truth came out later, based on past experience, with so many people involved and so much time having passed, they would most likely just receive some ideological education.
At the same time, his faith in the mysterious Mr. X deepened further.
Because all of this had been taught to him by that man. If he himself had possessed such ability and such ideas, he would not have spent more than a decade muddling along without ever making something of himself.
Just then, a burst of gunfire suddenly rang out—bang, bang, bang—and the warehouse doors were forcibly breached.
Sun Shi panicked on the spot, but he quickly recalled Mr. X's teachings. He immediately prepared to issue orders and have the followers rush the doors.
With so many people here, the other side could not possibly use weapons of mass destruction. If chaos broke out, there would be an opportunity.
But what greeted him was not an official warning, but tear gas.
Seeing this display, Sun Shi's final thought was: At least no one was killed. With the crimes I've committed, I won't be