Chapter 39, Fire Bearer
In fact, Gu Hang was still not sure whether the fact that Yan Fangxu was trapped was part of Hodgson's warning.
If so, then the capabilities of the Original Angry Owl Sect are a bit great. Not only do they master the storm magic given by the evil god they believe in, but they even have the means to control those mutant monsters to some extent?
But to say otherwise would be too much of a coincidence.
He also thought about whether this could be a way to lure the tiger away from the mountain?
Besiege Yan Fangxu, transfer the main troops in the camp to rescue, and then attack the camp?
But soon, Gu Hang dismissed this idea.
Unlikely.
If his enemies are just mutant monsters, then these monsters don't have that kind of brain.
If his enemies were a cult, or worse, someone from the alliance government, then destroying Gu Hang's camp would be of little value to them. After all, whether Gu Hang is causing trouble for the cultists or the alliance government, his main reliance is his power as the governor.
So what if his camp was destroyed as long as he was alive? Those people are in no less trouble.
Of course, it's not entirely impossible. If the rescue force sent by Gu Hang was not led by him personally, the enemy might still attack the camp in order to seize this opportunity to kill him.
And if he personally leads a team to rescue, he may have to be prepared to be ambushed.
No matter what, this matter is not easy to handle.
But Gu Hang is not a troubled character.
Now that a challenge has come, face it head-on.
……
In Fuxing City, Hodgson was sitting in a wheelchair, looking at the entire city through the huge glass window of his office.
In fact, Fuxing City is not particularly big, and there are not many high-rise buildings. The entire city's interior, buildings and roads were planned in an orderly manner, which was a good foundation laid by the first governor when building the alliance.
However, after so many years, although the inner city looked fine, the larger outer city attached to the outside of the city wall was in chaos. Hundreds of thousands to nearly a million people live in the city, but have no chance to live in the inner city, forming vast slums outside the city walls.
There was no planning, no order, everything was in disarray. Sewage flowed across the area, supplies were scarce, and life was difficult. These problems shrouded that area, and it was not what a planetary capital city should look like.
There are many coalition councilors and inner-city residents who dislike those refugees very much. They believed that these people brought chaos and that the slum area was a harbor of filth.
But smart people actually understand clearly that Fuxing City cannot do without those people.
The refugees living in the outer city eat the worst and least food, are poorly clothed, and live in haphazardly built homes. The people in the inner city did not pay them any public services or welfare guarantees, but made them do the hardest work and only gave them a small amount of remuneration, which was just enough to keep them alive.
How could inner-city residents live a good life without them? How do those congressmen earn wealth that far exceeds their contribution?
Therefore, these smart people will occasionally show their compassion without hesitation. They will provide more jobs and give alms to the refugees, as if they are really saving them.
But they have no intention of seeking the welfare of those who are not residents.
Let the nearly one million refugees live a good life? This is simply unthinkable. People in the inner city are still dissatisfied that their lives are not good enough, so how can they have the strength to take care of the refugees outside? The only mercy they have is to die less.
Smarter people may be able to see the crisis lurking in the low and dilapidated houses outside the city wall.
Under those low-brow, numb and taciturn expressions, is there no anger?
In fact, the fire has burned countless times. It's just a little spark, but it's still too weak. The slightest resistance was either suppressed by the huge inertia of this deformed system, or was dispersed when faced with unarmed military police armed to the teeth. In short, these sparks failed to become a fire that burned everything.
But that day will come sooner or later. What is missing is a fuse, what is missing is a fire holder.
Hodgson clearly realizes that he is among the 'smarter people'. He can see it all, but his wisdom is limited to this. He couldn't find a solution, and he didn't have the ability to integrate everyone. He couldn't even control the Alliance Council.
Someone in the parliament secretly supported the cult, but he didn't know it;
Someone dared to attack the supplies delivered to the governor, but he was powerless to stop him;
The layers of resistance when mobilizing military and police forces to investigate the cult, as well as the endless debates and questions in parliament, left him mentally and physically exhausted.
He felt more than once that he was really old.
But he didn't dare to retreat.
The investigation of cults was originally an order issued by the governor, which was to toss the political situation in Fuxing City. However, when he really investigated, he vaguely felt something was wrong: the fuse and the fire holder that he was afraid of in the past seemed to have appeared.
"Grandpa."
Lambert Hodgson opened the office door.
Old Hodgson didn't look back, just asked: "Is there any result?"
"We still haven't found the whereabouts of that batch of supplies. Representative Marion denied that the supplies passed through her hands. Two agents in charge of this line are missing; we searched many Angry Owl statues in the outer city. According to the confession It came from a relief shelter. A team of police officers tried to search the place, but it triggered a small-scale riot by the refugees. They returned without success. After more people were mobilized, the place had been burned down..."
Old Hodgson sighed heavily: "This time, we are in big trouble."
Lambert recognized his grandfather's judgment, and because of this, he felt a little at a loss.
He asked: "I thought it was just the governor who was causing trouble for us, but I didn't expect that after checking it, I really broke into a cold sweat. Those cultists are going to do a big thing in Fuxing City, but what should we do now? There is no clear information... What should we do next? The Governor is likely to be attacked. Do we really not need to go to support? "
"Who should we send? I'm not even sure whether the people we send may be the ones who attack His Excellency the Governor in the future. The Governor may also think so, and he will not trust us easily."
"Then we must also show our attitude." Lambert insisted at this time, "I'll go and bring a team that is absolutely trustworthy."
"Do you know what this means?"
"I know it means that we will not only have to bear the suspicion of the Governor, but also be considered by those congressmen to have completely surrendered to the Governor, becoming a plywood in the middle."
He was clearly talking about the tragic consequences, but as he went on, Lambert's tone became more and more determined:
"But, I understand what you said last time, 'Only the Governor can save the world.' We are not sure if it is this Governor, but at least now it seems that this Governor is a little different from the previous one. He has chosen a path that no previous governor dared to take. He has the support of a starship that previous governors did not have. I want to give it a try. If he is not the governor we expected, then I will do my best to help him. Be that kind of governor.”
"We don't have that much time to wait for more governors. The whole planet is looking forward to revival, and the sooner the better. I am willing to contribute to this instead of continuing to wait silently. Being a promoter of the times is far more important than It makes much more sense to wait for times to change and then get in the car in a panic.”
The young man told his lofty ideals in front of his elders, while his elders looked at him quietly.
After a while, Hodgson breathed a long sigh of relief: "I am already very old. At my age in this wasteland, I have lived long enough and cannot make more courageous decisions. You have never been better than Your father is better. If you want to do this, then do it.”
(End of chapter)