The male supporting character was actually myself.

Jiang Chen spread his wings and used magic to shroud the vehicles traveling on the road, preventing them from discovering the few remaining resistance fighters in the jungle with their thermal imaging weapons.

"You don't understand, do you? What allows the Federal Headquarters to control 39 countries? It's the combined strength of its military and advanced weaponry, of course! Do you think a cunning old fox like the leader would distribute overly advanced weapons to these military bases?"

White cat: ⊙(?◇?)？

"The garrison can directly govern a city with abundant mineral resources. If the troops they have can match the troops controlled by the Federation, what if someone with ulterior motives wants to seize the mountain and become a king? Wouldn't that cause trouble for the big shots?"

Overall, the mission world's structure is quite reasonable.

The most advanced technology is in the hands of the Federal Headquarters, and their army enjoys top-notch technological strength. The thirty-nine countries and twelve districts are gradually stratified according to their location, with each level weaker than the last, forming a pyramid shape, which ensures absolute centralization.

Therefore, the garrison in Falling Moon City didn't possess very advanced weapons, so the rebels resorted to stealing and looting, which is why they were able to stubbornly persist through sheer recklessness.

The fluffy ball frowned and thought hard for a moment, then its eyes suddenly lit up and it raised its paw. "Meow, I understand! In the past, the Federation would offer amnesty to the rebels, but this time the rebels are determined not to surrender. In addition, the Federation has developed new technology that can replace human jobs. The leader's goal is to massacre the city and replace humans with machines, so they are even more indifferent."

Hey, these guys are lucky!

"Yes, they were even luckier to run into a devil like me." After confirming that the other party's weapons posed no threat, Jiang Chen flapped his wings and flew into the depths of the dense forest. "Otherwise, the weapons equipped with military thermal imaging cameras would have wiped out this group of people in one fell swoop."

"My host is truly the best! Handsome, kind-hearted, and resourceful!" The little white cat rubbed against his soft feathers, showering him with compliments.

In the dense forest, Qin Xiaoyao and her group of four were surrounded.

Zhao Yi dared not let his guard down, waving his gun in front of them. "Why are you big stars out here in the city enjoying your riches and glory? Are you perhaps on some secret mission?"

"We came back to help you," Qin Xiaoyao said succinctly. "The talent show itself is a trap. The residents of Luoyue City have no idea about it. In the outside world, we are all called criminals."

The Federation headquarters is targeting me, wanting to massacre the entire Moonfall City.

Fortunately, kind people secretly helped us, and that's how we learned the truth and escaped back to lead everyone in the fight.

To be honest, she was quite disappointed after seeing the legendary resistance army.

Having witnessed the advanced technology outside, she truly didn't know how much of a chance the resistance forces, with their primitive weapons, had in the end.

Qin Xiaoyao looked up at Mr. Devil and wondered if it must have been quite a hardship for Him to help her.

"Really? If they're going to massacre the city, why haven't the garrison troops made a single move?"

How did they get back?

"These people might all be spies sent by the Federation; we can't trust them easily..."

…………

Those in the resistance who had access to television were clearly aware of the term "criminals," knowing far more than the unsuspecting residents of Falling Moon City.

But the situation was too unusual, and Zhao Yi didn't know whether he should believe her or not.

“What Xiaoyao said is true!” Sun Dieqi chimed in, mustering her courage. “The people recruited by the Federation are all being used as pawns to amuse the audience. Think about it, if they didn’t really want to save you, why did they stop the carjacking just now?”

Wang He stepped forward and said loudly, "That's right. If someone really had some ulterior motive and wanted to infiltrate your ranks by pretending to be a good person, wouldn't it be easier to gain your trust by jumping out when you're being attacked and killed during the firefight?"

“Your weapons are too outdated; you’re no match for those garrison troops.” Liu Yihong cautiously displayed the weapon he had snatched from the security personnel. “Look, these are the weapons from outside.”

A group of people carrying homemade guns, and even some using farm tools as weapons, glanced at him and were instantly drawn to the brand-new and beautiful gun in his hand.

"Xiao Yao, tell them to retreat to the base to rest first. Tonight I'll take you to wreak havoc and quickly regroup the team." Jiang Chen left the fluffy ball to guard the area, and then spread his wings and flew away into the distance.

It took Qin Xiaoyao and her group of four a lot of effort to convince Zhao Yi and get him to join them.

Meanwhile, the convoy of troops on the other side successfully arrived at the mine.

"Damn it, where's that kid who snitched and freeloaded? Bring him here!"

As soon as the convoy stopped, the leader jumped out of the car angrily and shouted, "Who the hell said the rebels were nearby? I searched the whole area and didn't see a single one!"

The garrison squad leader guarding the mine hurriedly bowed and scraped as he stepped forward to inquire about the situation.

"The base has been incredibly busy these past few days. I don't know which traitor did this mess, switching the promotional video signal and then failing to fix it. The boss got so angry that he had the monitors dismantled. Damn it, not to mention the other odds and ends, the cost in the city alone is over ten thousand yuan!"

I was so busy I was practically dying, getting yelled at every day, and finally got a tip-off. I thought I could crush the rebels and win a great victory to make the boss happy!

"That's it?" The foreman cocked his pistol with a snap, waving his hand angrily, "Who tipped us off? Drag them out!"

The squad leader was startled but secretly relieved that the other party hadn't taken their anger out on him. He quickly ordered his subordinates to bring up the miner who had reported him, and said with a forced smile, "Maybe those peasants are just cowards. Brother, you are brave and mighty..."

"Stop talking nonsense!" The squad leader glanced at him and said irritably, "When have those peasants ever been cowards? Damn it, they even dare to rob military camps."

Damn it, the federal army only wants us to do the work but won't give us good equipment. Otherwise, why would we be so frustrated? We should have just wiped out the rebels long ago!

The base is in complete chaos! I went through all that trouble organizing this hunt, and we didn't even see a single rebel soldier. This needs to be explained!

At the foot of the mine, there was a cluster of low, old houses. In one of the dimly lit rooms, a thin, dark-skinned man was lying on a wooden bed, happily eating snacks and drinking wine.

He originally lived in a village deep in the forest, but because he was determined to escape the poverty of the mountains, he left his family and went to work in the town alone.

However, having never been to school, he found it difficult to find well-paying jobs in the already impoverished and hierarchical town, and, after being instigated, he resorted to robbery.

According to the rules of Falling Moon City, prisoners are not kept in prison to eat for free after being sentenced; instead, they are directly sent to mines and factories to do hard labor.

He was sent to the mine after his arrest.

After two months of mining, they couldn't stand the daily hunger, beatings, and exhaustion. They were stuck in the narrow mine shafts, mining for more than twelve hours a day. Many people couldn't endure it, fell ill, and died from exhaustion.

He couldn't escape and was almost caught and beaten to death. He was lucky to have stumbled upon the resistance forces who came to make contact.

The other party told him to be patient for two days and wait for the rotation of troops. The rebels would hijack the convoy of the rotating troops and then come to rescue the miners. He was told to send a message to everyone to grit their teeth and endure it. When the rebels came in one fell swoop, they would cooperate from the inside and outside to seize the mine and then fight together.

It was supposed to be a good thing.

But after running back, this cowardly miner thought it over and over and decided that it would be better to betray the resistance. After all, those peasants were no match for the garrison, and if a real battle broke out, guns and cannons would have no eyes, and it was hard to say whether he could escape.

Informing on others is both convenient and effortless. As long as you can help the garrison defeat the rebels and make a great contribution, you will never have to suffer again.

So, the simpleton, who was too lazy to even use his brain, went and told on them.

After the garrison verified the situation, they indeed gave him special treatment—he didn't need to work, and he was provided with good food and drink every day. He just had to wait for the garrison to finish dealing with those peasants, and then he could be released and go home with a reward!

"Hehe, I can brag about this bizarre experience for the rest of my life!" He smacked his lips, feeling quite pleased with himself.

He fantasized about going home with the reward money soon, and that he would definitely tell the villagers about it, asking which villager could have experienced such a dramatic rise and fall as he had.

"Dangdang!"

Just as he was having a good time, the door was suddenly kicked open and two soldiers in uniform carrying guns rushed in, grabbed him from the left and right, and dragged him outside.

"Sir, sir, what are you doing? I... I haven't put on my shoes yet!" The informant miner was completely bewildered and couldn't understand what was going on.

The leader brandished his gun, and immediately someone stepped forward and tied him to the execution post.

"You're the one who said the rebels would ambush vehicles being rotated along the way?"

"Ah..." He was quickly tied to the pillar, and even if he were stupid, he would realize that something was wrong. "Sir, what are you doing?"

The leader, who had nowhere to vent his anger, raised his hand and fired a shot.

"boom!"

The bullet grazed past his ear, and the informant shuddered, his pants instantly soaked with sweat.

He was trembling so badly he could barely speak, "Sir, sir, please speak properly! That kid from the rebel army who came to meet us said that..."

Under the threat of bullets, he stammered out a detailed account of how he encountered the resistance fighters, what they said, and how he betrayed them.

“There’s hope for someone who’s stupid, but there’s no hope for someone who’s idiotic and can’t distinguish between good and bad.” Jiang Chen stood on the execution post with his wings drooping, looking down at the miner who had betrayed him and said coldly, “They were trying to help you escape your misery, and instead of helping to pass on the message to others and give them hope for survival, you betrayed them.”

The rebels were indeed a bit foolish, but they weren't malicious. You'd better die sooner rather than later!

Chapter Twenty-Seven: Let's Go Big?

Although the world the scriptwriters set up for the female protagonist's mission to destroy it wasn't completely rotten yet, it was indeed quite difficult to carry out sweeping reforms in a way that was as safe as possible without killing innocent people.

Jiang Chen checked the time and, seeing that it was still early, used his magic bar to teleport and stepped into the simply furnished mansion in the next second.

"I'm not sick!" Gu Deqiang slammed his hand down on the table, paced back and forth, scratching his head and roaring, "He's senile, always paranoid, he even put his own son under house arrest! Without my control of the military, does he think he can do anything?"

After a self-deceiving outburst of shouting, he slumped into his chair, deflated.

No one knew his father better than him; he was a ruthless man who would do anything for power and status.

Since he ordered himself to be placed under house arrest, it means he fell into a trap and really thought he wanted to seize power!

Moreover, he would definitely seize military power immediately, as his father, being cunning and shrewd, would never allow anyone to threaten his safety...

"What should I do? How can I make my father believe that I did nothing!" Gu Deqiang was anxious, but he was confined to his home by a "rest" order, all signals were cut off, and there was not a single living person around him.

Unable to communicate or send messages, trapped in the vast mansion, and being simple-minded and physically strong, he couldn't think of any way out. He paced around the room anxiously and angrily.

Meanwhile, in just three days, the leader had indeed begun to wrap up the work.

An unexpected incident occurred at the press conference; a three-way gunfight was quickly suppressed by the army. The head of state subsequently issued a statement abroad, claiming that ungrateful rebel groups in various locations were secretly plotting to disrupt people's peaceful lives.

The previous attacks on the game center and the loss of control over the show venue were also caused by spies they sent.

Subsequently, the rebels used clumsy tactics to fabricate information at a press conference, attempting to smear the head of state and damage the image of the Federation. The Federation headquarters lodged a strong protest and condemned this, stating that it would intervene forcefully to investigate the matter thoroughly and restore justice to the people of the thirty-nine countries.

What follows is naturally the monopoly of online channels for expression, professional public relations to whitewash the situation, and strict monitoring to be ready to clean up the internet at any time.

After a series of tough measures, the internet is now filled with praise and optimism.

As for those who died at the press conference, there are teams to handle the aftermath. Whether they use money or violence, they can settle things within the stipulated time.

The things on the internet are just a bunch of data. Delete what should be deleted and block what should be blocked. The people of the thirty-nine countries who live affluent lives rely on the internet for most of their daily lives. Controlling the internet means controlling everyone's lifeline.

Daily necessities are supplied by the labor force of District 12, and the people of the 39 countries work online and entertain themselves in the virtual world. Even all purchases are delivered by network-controlled aircraft and robots, allowing them to enjoy a relaxed and comfortable life without leaving home.

In the internet age where entertainment is paramount, a head of state only needs to approve the release of a few new games and have game centers produce some celebrity gossip to quickly divert public attention; no one will care about the follow-up to the news from three days ago.

They'd rather it not concern them than worry about it; no one would hold a grudge unless the knife cut them. Even if it did, the organ bank has a huge demand, and the leader wouldn't mind making this business even bigger and stronger!

"We need to get the new show venues ready as soon as possible, and we can also consider reusing those venues that haven't been used for a long time."

The head of state sat at his desk, scribbling on the newly delivered reality show script with a pen in his right hand. He said expressionlessly to the virtual attendees projected onto the screen, "The new scripts we've been screening these past two days haven't been very good. I want something more ingenious!"

Ideally, someone could break down the recent series of attacks and write it into the script.

To strengthen public trust in the federal government;

Increase hatred towards criminals;

We also need to use indirect characterization to help the public understand the Federation's good intentions and actively guide public opinion. Stop handing us scripts like those melodramatic love stories.

I don't deny that this is a very useful brainwashing method of keeping the people ignorant, but it depends on when.

The public has just experienced a crisis of trust, and now this reality show is going to expose them to backstabbing and intrigue! They need to learn that things aren't always what they seem…