"...Kazimierch and Ursus always had bad blood between each other, they will not sit idly by. But they will definitely not openly fund anything for us , our ultimate destiny can only be won by ourselves. The only one who can save us is ourselves. The help of other people is just a boost."

Deep in the mine, looking at the figures wearing masks
looking at themselves, the person in charge of summoning People are distributing some props in their hands to the leaders.

They are not fighting alone, it is better to say that no organization has ever fought alone.

As soon as they heard that they were likely to have an armed riot, Kazimierch, the old enemy, and a group of people who had long disliked Ursus sent large quantities of supplies.

Moreover, local aid organizations in Ursus and some international oripathy relief organizations will also give varying degrees of support. But strictly speaking, these things are just a drop in the bucket, and they can only be said to be used at the peak of a crisis.

If you want to really do something, these people who cherish feathers will not do it.

As if they also felt the changes in the mine, the originium mine managers were all replaced, replaced by some characters who obviously had traces of the Ursus military. They managed the mines with militarized means, and increased the blockade, making everyone eat, drink and scatter in the mines.

Anyone who dares to walk out of the mine will be shot dead after three warnings. But this behavior made many people laugh out loud.

If they weren't afraid, why would they be this ready? Wouldn't you better expose your fears by doing this?

"Ursus is afraid. They are afraid of our power."

Looking at the infected who were silent under the mask, the man with the orange-red ribbon on his shoulders slowly took off the mask on his face.

"Right now, I am the real Reunion movement. And you will soon realize that we really have no choice. There is no place for us in the world now, and only we can save ourselves."

Slowly took off the mask, revealing the young and somewhat excessive face under the mask. The young man's handsome face was covered with edges and corners of the orginium, and the infection was extremely serious.

And he was facing the common white masks of men, women and children in front of him, showing a relieved smile.

They don't need masks, they are infected, there is no need to cover their faces. What is there to hide? They don't bother to hide their true colors, and they don't bother to hide their thoughts.

There is an orange-red ribbon wrapped around the arms full of edges, corners and sign of Infection. When they raise their palms together, the whole street, the whole city will be dyed orange red. What have they to be afraid of?

So he took off the mask first. And others will soon take off their masks.

"We don't bother to hide our identities. We never hide our needs. It's nothing but cowards to cover ourselves with a mask."

Throwing the pale mask under his feet and crushing it, the young man whose forehead was already covered with originium looked at him. The crowd whispered:

"We have been exploited by them. When we realized all this, they put us in the cage again. We have been serving them, but they treat us as beggars and slaves. I know that it is not the time yet, but I also have something I can do. That is to use my life to tell everyone and break those people's unrealistic illusions. It is impossible for Ursus to be reconciled with us. They have been treating us like trash."

"Get your recorders ready, record my last gesture, and tell the brothers in the other pits. Don't have any illusions about the government of Ursus. All they wants is the death of us rubbish. Raytheon Industries and Eden's machinery is so useful now that they don't need us to mine for them. For such a simple reason, they wants us all to die here. If If you don't believe me, then just watch my ending. If there are times when you have to die, then start with me."

The young man turned his head and walked towards the mine tunnel closest to the ground. After touching the first red line, blunt broadcasts echoed from all directions in the mine tunnel.

'First warning! All Infected return to their posts and work!

"Comrades. The dead pay tribute to the dead. Please tell all our compatriots what happened here. Use your eyes and instruments to record everything that happened here. Be sure, let all the infected see you, See the ugly faces of these Ursus people."

"We will."

"Then, I wish the you brothers and sisters good luck for the future."

"...Farewell."

Watching those who took off their masks and slowly walked up the tunnel The advancing figures, the people holding the instruments silently pointed the screen at their figures. The palm of the hand holding the instrument turned slightly white, and his body was also shaking. Outside, the piercing radio sounded another warning.

'Second warning! All patients with protolithiasis return to their posts and work! After the third warning, fire will be fired unconditionally! Think about your family! Think of your friends and relatives! You don't want to shame their names, do you? I believe that the Ursus government can handle this Catastrophe well! You must go back to the mine and continue mining! Use your labor in exchange for your right to live! Here comes the final warning! '

Family? Relatives? friend? Aren't they right behind me?
Finally, he looked back at the other infected who were covered in crystals just like himself, and their lives were nearing the end. The field guard, those Ursus soldiers had nervous expressions, and the crossbow arrows and firearms in their hands trembled slightly.

Looking at the guards who were so terrified of a group of ragged miners, the young man showed a contemptuous smile, and pulled the trigger on the thick position.

"Touch~"

"Fire!"

Accompanied by a muffled sound, the first batch of workers who walked out of the mine swayed and fell down slowly. The people holding the instruments looked at the miner guards who seemed to be relieved with hatred, and continuously passed the instruments in their hands to the corners of the mine, and broadcast these images to the infected in every mine.

On the same day, the Ursus Evening News only reported that there was a riot in the mining area in Chernobog, and fourteen people died, all of whom were infected.