Let them offer their loyalty

As for Jonas, she had already let go of the things in her heart. Tianyu Mozi actually still had some grudges in her heart, but she had let it go now.

To be honest, Tianyu Mozi quite agreed with what Celine said, except that Jonas was smart and never said this to her. If it weren't for Jonas's identity and she wasn't a rebel at that time, she might have fallen in love with him at first sight.

During the days I spent with Jonas in the company, although I could not become the same person as Jonas, I did begin to recognize Jonas, understand Jonas, and finally, slowly, I even had some admiration for him...

Admiration was nothing, but what happened between her and Jonas before made her unable to speak.

So what is her relationship with Jonas? Boss and subordinate? Former enemy, now subordinate? Or...

"What are you thinking?"

Jonas' voice rang in her ears, causing Tian Yu Mozi to blurt out her inner thoughts: "I'm wondering what the relationship between Jonas and me is."

After saying this, Tianyu Mozi's face flushed. Even though she has become mature now and her personality is completely different from her childish self, she has never experienced such a thing and is not thick-skinned enough to do so. She suddenly felt at a loss.

"Relationship with me?"

This sentence sounds insignificant, but combined with Tianyu Mozi's blushing face, it always makes the matter seem not that simple.

Celine next to her frowned, then relaxed her brows, and seemed to be saying something like, "A tsundere heroine, okay, I have no objection, if you like something you have to say it, the loser should just cry while holding a pillow." Tianyu Mozi was so embarrassed that she wanted to grow feathers on the spot and turn into a bird and fly away.

Unfortunately, she couldn't fly, just as she wouldn't let Celine go to Jonas' office in the morning, and the boomerang hit her head again in the morning.

".....yes."

Tianyu Mozi squeezed out words from between her teeth, making Jonas feel that this scene was quite familiar, as if he had seen it a long time ago.

"After I joined the Alt Foundation, I put aside the past and looked at Jonas with a normal eye. I did have some strange feelings towards Jonas, but I don't have them anymore. They have disappeared into thin air!"

She was like a suicide truck, shaking off all her emotions, and her original personality collapsed right in front of Celine.

But the blush on her face seemed to show some distrust of her and still floated on her face.

She felt Celine's eyes were full of suspicion, and gritted her teeth: "I can prove that it has really disappeared now..."

Celine was silent for a moment, then a sly smile appeared on the corner of her mouth unconsciously, as if she had thought of something interesting. She walked to Tianyu Mozi and took her arm intimately.

"In fact, there is a way to prove it. There is a lounge here, and only Mr. Jonas and I have the key to the lounge. This way, if Mozi can really keep calm, it will be proven."

She said this and half pushed and half pulled Tianyu Mozi towards the lounge.

"Wait, but isn't that just..."

"In that case, Mo Zihui can go back. Losing to Mr. Jonas is actually a very normal thing."

No one knew which ancient nerve this sentence touched in Tianyu Mozi, but even though she knew what was going to happen, she forced out a sound.

"I will go on my own. I have to defeat Jonas at least once..."

No one was allowed into the training grounds long ago, and the lounge was locked, so only occasional noises could be heard from inside.

"I have to take a shower first. I...I'll go out first. What do you mean by scared? I'm not scared. You...you said you don't care about my sweat...?"

"What do you mean, if you want to win so badly, it's not impossible to be on top... Um, don't smell it... sweat on it... Don't... Can't I hold you?"

In the end, only a shy voice could be heard, which was also the conclusion that Tianyu Mozi had always drawn about Jonas a long time ago.

"...scumbag?."

Chapter 559: Strange Dorothy

The conference room is located in the core area of ​​the command center. It is a spacious and modern space with walls made of tempered glass, through which you can see the busy corridors and staff outside. The light in the room is soft but sufficient, coming from hidden LED lights in the four corners of the room. In the center is a huge oval conference table made of dark high-quality wood with a smooth surface like a mirror, reflecting the flowing data images on the screen.

Around the table were two dozen high-backed chairs, each carefully designed to accommodate long meetings, with soft cushions and curved lumbar support. At one end of the table, Dorothy sat in a slightly larger chair, a position that allowed her to easily see everyone present and also implied her authority and control.

One wall of the room was almost entirely occupied by a huge touch screen, displaying maps, real-time video, and various data reports. The images were constantly changing, but everyone's eyes inevitably returned to the area of ​​​​Sector 25, where the images seemed to be more vivid and more threatening than the others.

The air was filled with a tense and thick atmosphere, and everyone could feel that this was not just another routine meeting, it was a discussion about life and death, a decisive moment that could change the fate of all of them.

Although the world outside continues to move, time seems to freeze in this enclosed space, with all attention focused on the seated woman in the center and the screen in front of her.

The change in Dorothy was so obvious that almost everyone could feel it, but in this atmosphere of fear and anxiety, no one dared to speak out publicly.

Since she suddenly attacked the contract signing site that day, she seemed like a different person, and even Noelle began to feel very strange about her.

Dorothy now is more like an emotionless machine than being indifferent. Even when she talks to Noelle, she is not like before, but more like a stranger.

Dorothy's smile had become increasingly rare in the past few days, but now it was as if she had lost all her humanity, and her behavior became more cold and mechanical, as if she had lost her emotions.

She used to be thoughtful in her decisions, but now she has become increasingly arbitrary and ruthless to opposing views.

In meetings, she no longer listened to advice, but instead gave orders, even if those orders could result in the deaths of thousands of innocent people.

Her changes made many people uneasy, but no one dared to question them openly, and under her power, discontent and opposition were strictly suppressed for fear of her punishment and purges.

Meanwhile, some followers began to worry about her decision-making, but they dared not question her because they knew it could be fatal.

Everyone knows that the first bird to stick its head out gets shot, especially at this time, so no one dares to stand out.

The only person who could persuade Dorothy was probably Noel, but they had seen with their own eyes before that Dorothy walked past Noel who was about to speak to her without even looking at him.

Let’s not talk about anything else for now. Just speculate that there was a disagreement, a disagreement, and a conflict.

Everyone in the room felt a sense of oppression, and an atmosphere of instability spread in the air.

At this time, no one dared to question Dorothy's authority or express concerns about her changes, either in public or in private. This atmosphere made the people in the Federation feel increasingly constrained and helpless, but they did not have the courage to challenge Dorothy's rule.

You still have a mouth, but no matter how much you say on the Internet, it can't have an impact.

Compared to the leader hiding in the dark before, she is now more like a dictator who will do anything to achieve her goals. In the past, it can be seen that although Dorothy's methods are a bit cruel, they are still humane.

This meeting made everyone present miss Dorothy.

In Dorothy's command room, a huge screen displayed a map of District 25.

Few people know that Dorothy actually has a trump card in her hand, and she is unwilling to use it even if she is about to lose.

But now, things are different.

The trump card is still in hand, but it is not as good as before. The weapons have not changed, but the people have changed.

Space-based weapons refer to a new concept weapon system that is launched from an in-orbit weapon carrier platform and is used to attack the enemy's strategic targets on the ground, underground, on the sea, in orbit, and harmful targets outside the space.

Even after losing the war, she did not choose to use space-based weapons, but simply admitted defeat.

This meeting is now being held to discuss whether space-based weapons can be used.

But everyone present actually knew that this was not a discussion, it was a notification.

This marks a new chapter," Dorothy's voice echoed in the room, "We will use space-based weapons to clear all obstacles in District 25, let the world witness our strength and determination, and those who dare to challenge us will be buried in history."

Her tone was flat and sounded cold, which was different from when she was communicating with Jonas.

Holding a meeting here seems to be just a formality.

If she appeared in front of Jonas now, Jonas would only think that she was not possessed by another body, but her personality was changed, becoming more mechanical and inhuman.

"But, Commander Dorothy," a young official named Tom said tremblingly, "There are many civilians living in District 25. Using space-based weapons will..."

Now Dorothy moved directly from the shadows into the light.

Even people on the federal side felt that this matter was outrageous.

If they are serious about using space-based weapons against District 25, the countless energies will directly blast the civilians of District 25 to pieces.

In any case, it is soldiers who die in war, not civilians.

This situation is really too much.

"Their sacrifice is inevitable!" Dorothy interrupted calmly, "It is the only way to achieve the great goal. No need to say more."

Tom lowered his head, speechless, but his silence was a silent protest against Dorothy's decision.

The people around just shook their heads.

Still young.

Symbolic resistance will not have any effect at all and will only make people more annoyed.

"A new era is coming, and I don't want this to happen again." Dorothy's voice echoed in the room coldly and firmly, without any emotional fluctuations.

"Using space-based weapons, we will clear the obstacles in Area 25 and demonstrate our strength and determination. Action is inevitable at all costs."

Her voice was steady and mechanical, without any emotion, which made everyone in the room feel a cold and oppressive feeling, as if they were trapped in a ruthless glacier.

Most people don't object.

For them, the people who died were not actually federal people, and it was not their interests that were harmed. No matter what, it didn't matter. The most important thing was to stand in line.

"But," another young official said with a hint of reluctance, "using space-based weapons against District 25..."

"They are variables," Dorothy interrupted him without wavering, her eyes empty and distant. "We don't need variables. We need certainty, results."

Tom lowered his head silently, feeling overwhelmed by her words. The atmosphere in the room became more solemn, and everyone could feel that Dorothy's ruthlessness revealed not only indifference, but also a kind of desperate determination.

Sarah, another senior executive who was always rational, tried to ease the atmosphere with a calmer tone: "Dorothy, we need to consider more humanitarian factors. This is not only about us, but also about those innocent lives."

Dorothy turned her head, her face expressionless, like a lifeless statue: "Humanity?" She repeated almost sarcastically, "We are pursuing absolute control and order. Emotions have no place here. If you can't understand this, you can die here."

Sara's lips were tightly shut. She knew that any further argument would be futile. There was no room for hesitation in Dorothy's mind. Her logic was clear and cold, and no emotion was allowed to intervene.

She began to miss it.

In this conference room filled with a mechanical and cold atmosphere, everyone felt a deep sense of real fear - they were facing a leader who could abandon even the most basic humanity.

However, some people stood up to support Dorothy. One person who had followed Dorothy from the beginning stood up, straightened his back and said: "Dorothy knows what to do. We must trust her judgment. If this is the way to destroy our enemies, then let it happen."

The atmosphere in the room became more tense, and the opposition between people became more obvious.

But in the end, there was nothing that could be done.

"Does anyone have a different opinion?" She looked around the room, as if challenging everyone: "Remember, those who betray me are betraying the future of all of us."

Under this threat, most people remained silent, but this did not mean that they agreed. Inner uneasiness and opposition spread in everyone's heart.

Dorothy did not wait for further answers. She turned around and faced the huge screen. The map of the twenty-fifth district displayed on it seemed to mock everyone present.

"Prepare space-based weapons, the sooner the better." She ordered coldly, no longer accepting any rebuttal: "We will not wait for anyone's approval. This world needs a new order, and we will be the guide."

She walked out of the door and outside the meeting room, there was a girl in a wheelchair standing at the door with her eyes closed. When she heard the door open, she immediately opened her eyes.

"Dorothy, are you sure..."

Before she could finish her words, Dorothy walked past her as if she didn't see anyone. The girl tried to pull her clothes, but fell directly to the ground. The wheelchair overturned in the empty corridor, making a harsh noise.

Noelle looked at her back and gradually fell silent.

Chapter 560: Has the rebellion begun? No, it's over

At night, some officials who had gathered in the conference room hid in a hidden room, their faces full of worry.

The lethality of space-based weapons does not need to be proven.

Anyone with a little common sense knows what this means.

This was a massacre of District 25.

"This is no longer what we originally intended." A middle-aged man named Leonard whispered, his eyes flickering with anxiety. "Dorothy is no longer the leader we were willing to follow. She has changed. We can no longer recognize her."

"I agree," said Leah, a young woman who was in the meeting room at the time. She was now nervously looking at the door, as if she was afraid that someone would suddenly break in. "Ever since she set up a trap at the signing ceremony of the contract with District 25, she has become more and more crazy and unpredictable."

This kind of madness does not linger on the surface, but is something deeper. However, it is more terrifying than the madness that lingers on the surface. It is a kind of rationality and ruthlessness that has almost no emotion and humanity.

All of this is to get rid of District 25.

She had no doubt that if someone told Dorothy that if one person from the Federation died, one person from District 25 would die as well, she would point her gun at the Federation without hesitation.

"I felt it," said Evan, another official in the room, clenching his fists. "And I didn't like it. We all knew what she was planning to do with the weapons. It was a massacre."

Using space-based weapons directly on District 25, what's the difference between this and a massacre?

Oh.

It is indeed more efficient.

"We can't let her do this." Leonard reiterated, even if this was considered a betrayal of Dorothy: "We must stop her. You know if this goes on, countless people will die. I'm not one of those stupid saintly bitches, but I can't do this to civilians. At least I know this is going to happen, but you want me to sit back and watch this happen. I can't do it."

"But she is Dorothy, how can we resist her?" Leah's voice was full of helplessness.

The name Dorothy sometimes means everything in the Federation.