Doctor, I'm really strong!

This requires them to have the free time and opportunity to think, as well as sufficient knowledge to help them think.

Just because it has always been this way, does that mean it must always be this way? Just because it was like this in the past, does that mean it must be this way?

When someone asks "Why should I?", that's the first step to victory.

This is why the proletariat needs culture and learning, and why we should be extra vigilant about 996 and 007 work schedules—they are not exploitation, but a form of class aggression.

They're not taking away your rest time, but your time to think; they want to rip your brain out.

After all, all I need from bosses is a pair of hands, so why is there a person here?

What they like most are machine slaves, the mechanical cult, and Zerg that obey absolute authority. As long as I give the order, you will fight to the death and nothing else matters.

Once the infiltrated gang members have been educated, mastered the technology, and can understand and deeply comprehend the stories happening around them, who do you think they'll side with if you tell them what you want to do at that point?

That's how the vanguard team was built, and the grievance session was the last straw that broke the camel's back.

In that instant, the scales of a person's thoughts will tip completely.

Section 51: The Undercover Carving Knife Cannot Be Understood

As an excellent mercenary, completing missions is the creed of the engraver, and she has always strictly adhered to this principle.

Hired by Swire Group, she infiltrates futuristic technology, awaiting her employer's orders—that's what she has to do.

But after arriving here, the carver felt that this place was different from other places. Specifically, the atmosphere of future technology was better, everyone's faces were full of smiles, and living here made people feel that there was hope for tomorrow.

Yes, it feels like there's hope.

The cafeteria here always serves hot food, the meals are always plentiful, the benefits are excellent, and the dormitories are very cozy.

Those infected can get medication to treat Oripathy, and ordinary people can receive additional medication subsidies. They don't have to worry about food, clothing, housing, or transportation. Everyone here can live with their heads held high.

If someone had told Carving Knife that there was such a gentle place in the world that treats infected people so kindly, Carving Knife would have thought the other person was joking or drunk.

If it weren't for the employer's assignment, the carving knife would love to live here for a long time.

But plans change quickly. Originally, the engraver was thinking about work, but then he was overwhelmed by all kinds of exams and lost his bearings. The challenging test questions and subjects made the engraver feel like he had entered a legendary university, where he was required to study everywhere, from recognizing characters to reading and doing math problems, making him wish he could make every minute count as an hour.

For her first exam, she practically used up all her brain cells to avoid failing. At that moment, she realized that she was actually quite capable.

Because of this closed training after entering the factory, the carving knife and other personnel who had infiltrated the factory lost contact with the outside world.

At first, everyone was quite uneasy, but as time went by, everyone began to adapt to their new life. Three meals a day became the time they looked forward to the most. The tall guy in the team studied very hard and even said that he would find a decent job after completing the task, after all, he was an educated person.

The carving knife also saw Liu Jiuli, the chairman of Future Technology Group, standing next to a dignified-looking young girl. Because of the distance, he couldn't tell what they were talking about, but after that, the carving knife would see these people every few days.

The teachers in charge of them were all cadres of the Red Guards, whose predecessor was the Integration Movement. The relationships between them were very complicated, and Ke Dao had no interest in figuring it out. Right now, she was only thinking about how to complete the task quickly and not fail the exam.

Last time, someone in the team failed a course. Until the next exam, they could only watch others eat and drink well. That scene was truly heartbreaking. I would rather die from exhaustion while studying than be tortured like that. The days of not being able to eat meat and vegetables in the cafeteria and being looked down upon were too unbearable. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that every second felt like a year.

It was during this period that the carving knife noticed a change in everyone's thinking.

At first, they became less proactive when someone reported the situation, and then there were some internal conversations.

"I said, can't we just stay here?"

"Are you crazy? We're undercover agents. Do you understand what it means to be an undercover agent? I don't need to tell you what happens if you get caught."

"I know, I'm just saying it."

Really? Is it just talk? When loyalty becomes a topic of discussion and bargaining, then this team is not far from falling apart.

No matter how principled she is, she can't help but think of herself in this situation.

We're all just strangers who were temporarily teamed up; we were basically thrown in here, huddled together for warmth in enemy territory. What if someone betrays us...?

The carving knife didn't even dare to think about what would happen next.

She had considered nipping the danger in the bud, but the closed training area was too strict. If someone were to die, she would most likely not be able to escape, and taking the risk would be foolish.

But that would require placing your trust in every teammate, trusting that they won't betray you. That's harder than just figuring out how to make the disloyal ones disappear.

It wasn't just the carving knife who had this idea; those who infiltrated with other motives all shared similar thoughts. What they didn't know was that their training camp was number twenty-five in the future technology field.

Twenty-fifth Brigade, the traitorous brigade.

Liu Jiuli had already confirmed these people's loyalty through the system map; they were all dangerous blue, not neutral green, and as for loyalty, they were undoubtedly Khorne red! (Outrageous statement)

However, Liu Jiuli did not simply throw them out because of their disloyalty. Instead, he transferred cadres to the 25th Brigade to care for their lives, teach them how to study, show concern for them when they were sick, and lend a helping hand when they encountered difficulties.

Human hearts are made of flesh and blood, and sincerity can be felt. Soon, the members of the 25th Brigade changed completely.

In the past, they didn't care about their appearance. They just lived day to day, and they were lucky to be alive. What more could they ask for?

But now they understand what personal hygiene is. They take showers every week, keep their dormitories spotless, and even won first prize in a housekeeping competition.

When the award certificates were handed to them, the respect and recognition they received brought tears to their eyes.

Ironically, they were a group of undercover agents.

Conflicted, lost, and melancholy, everyone was tormented. They wanted to be honest but were afraid of losing what they had. They felt they had let down their instructors and those who had helped them, and lived in a mental purgatory every day.

All of this was shattered at that conference.

Complaint Meeting

The first person to take the stage was a Red Guard officer. He told everyone his story: when he was ten years old, his father died under the whip of the Ursus nobles because his family had not paid enough grain.

Yes, 70% of the grain production must be handed over to the state. If they can't hand it over, they have to sell their children, and the amount will double the following year.

Starving and freezing, he fled the nobleman's land with his mother, only to be captured. He was beaten half to death, and the marks of the whippings are still visible on his arms. His mother was brutally tortured and killed by a group of nobleman's servants.

At the age of twenty-seven, he finally managed to escape from hell, but nearly froze to death on the ice plains of the Far East. He was rescued by a passing Shield Guerrilla team and survived. He then participated in the Chernobog uprising of the Reunion Movement and has now joined the Red Guards. Because he is literate, he has become an instructor.

“We are all children from poor families. We live a life worse than pigs and dogs. Every day we are like insects on the ground. No one cares about us or pays attention to us. If we are trampled to death, we will only attract the disgusted looks of those noble lords because the corpses of us insects will dirty their clean shoes!”

“They are high above us, and we are like dust. But a thousand years ago, who wasn’t poor? The Emperor of Ursus was just a groom in Kiev. If a groom can become an emperor, why can’t we? Are we not even as good as a horse?”

"Brothers, friends, comrades! This is the future of technology. This place is different from other places. This is a place that gives us poor people opportunities and dignity! If I can do it, so can you. In the past, you also received education and learned skills. Some of you did much better than me."

"We are all one family, all members of one big family. Let's exchange sincerity for sincerity. Do you all think that future technology is better, or is it better for nobles, bosses, and emperors to live?"

The answer came quickly.

"Future Technology!"

"Yes, future technology will be even better!"

"This is our home, and we love it here!"

"That's right!"

The voices of approval overwhelmed everything, and then the instructor stepped down from the platform, walked up to an employee, and asked, "Tavin, I remember you said you wanted to become a carpenter, didn't you?"

The Tripoli boy who was called upon scratched his head and said somewhat shyly, "Yes, I want to be a carpenter."

"Then why do you want to be a carpenter?"

"Because my dad is a carpenter, so...so..."

"Then your father must be a very skilled carpenter. We must introduce him to everyone sometime, because laborers are the most honorable people!"

At that moment, Tavin's eyes dimmed.

The carving knife, who happened to be sitting next to her, felt a jolt in her heart. She had seen too many eyes like that on the battlefield.

My father is gone.

Section 52: We persuade with reason

For those infected, having healthy parents is a luxury; the vast majority do not have a complete family, and some are even driven out of their homes.

Because we couldn't support so many children, we had no other choice.

Faced with harsh reality, family ties are more fragile than imagined.

Encouraged by his instructor, Tavin described his life.

Eighteen-year-old Tavin is a mature and steady young man. He has no choice but to do so because he has two younger sisters. All three of them are infected and must struggle with all their might to survive.

Their father, who was infected, was hit by a stray bullet and died on the spot during an operation to suppress an infected riot in Lungmen.

Similar incidents frequently occur in the slums of Lungmen. The people of Lungmen have become so accustomed to it that they have no interest in watching this kind of news. In their view, those infected deserve to die.

But for Tavin and his sister, it was a devastating blow. Their mother soon passed away three months later because they couldn't afford medicine, leaving Tavin to shoulder the burden of the entire family alone.

People infected with the virus already have a hard time making a living, and few people are willing to hire them. Even if they are, whether they can get paid depends on the boss's attitude, and being owed wages is common.

Later, Tavin stopped expecting to receive a salary and just hoped to find a job that provided meals so that he could find a way to let his two younger sisters come in for a free meal, and if he was lucky, he could even take some home.

Once again, the siblings were caught by the boss while trying to freeload a meal. Tavin was hung up and given a severe beating, and his two sisters almost suffered the same fate. Fortunately, their coworkers came to their aid. Even so, they were bedridden for a full week before dragging their still weak bodies to continue looking for work.

He was the only able-bodied man in his family; his two younger sisters, aged seven and ten, were unable to work at all.

They were also infected, and no one wanted them as child laborers.

The rest of the story is too complicated to tell, but being able to work at Future Technology was an opportunity for Tavin, because his two younger sisters could also have meals provided, be taken care of, and study – a privilege usually reserved for noblemen.

But he was an undercover agent, which made Tavin both conflicted and sad, and he often cried in the middle of the night.

He felt he had let down his sister, let down Future Technology, and let down his instructor. This place was a place of hope, and he was destroying that hope little by little. His conscience was tormented, and this pain made him suffer mental torture every day.

He had considered confessing, but then what would happen? His sisters would be expelled, he would lose his life, and in the end, none of them would survive.

He just wanted to live, to work hard to live with his family, but reality wouldn't allow it; he dared not and could not bear the consequences of confessing.

When asked about this at today's grievance session, coupled with the resonance between the instructor and everyone else, Tavin broke down in tears.

"It's okay, cry, it'll make you feel better. Cry it all out, let all your hatred for this world come out!"

In the end, everyone broke down in tears at the conference. Ke Dao herself cried almost uncontrollably. She thought of her teacher, the one who gave her the strength and opportunity to live, and wondered how he was doing now.

The injustices they had experienced, and the beauty they had witnessed here, made everyone silently place their final bet in their hearts.

The scales of thought tipped instantly, and the moment I understood, the carving knife felt incredibly light, and the world seemed so beautiful.

She abandoned her mercenary principles and chose true justice.

"It's unbelievable."

Talulah held in her hands the letters of determination and gratitude written by the employees after the grievance meeting, some even written in blood. The power revealed between the lines was chilling.

If someone could grasp this power...