Chapter 1079 What Exactly Do You Want to Do?

After that, the green-haired girl hid aside and drew circles by herself, and Fang Zheng didn't care, he just picked up his personal terminal and started playing the game.

"What's up with her?"

Looking at the green-haired girl squatting in the corner, Asuna asked curiously, while Fang Zheng shrugged.

"What else can I do? I'm afraid."

"Scared? But doesn't she want to die?"

"Hypocritical."

Faced with Asuna's question, Fangzheng sneered.

"An immortal person wants to die because she can't die. The so-called unobtainable things are the most precious, so she groans all day long. I can tell that she doesn't really want to die. If she really wants to die, it's easy. Very soon, find a volcanic crater and jump down, and everything will be solved. Or take a spaceship to play bungee jumping against the sun, she can’t survive even if she wants to. In the end, she insists on talking about death here——this is hypocrisy, Enough support."

While talking, Fang Zheng pressed the button on the personal terminal in front of him, and continued to play mushroom picking.

"Literary and artistic youths have this problem. They shout all day that they lack love, that they are in pain all day, and that they can't laugh all day long... Show them more sand sculpture videos and nothing will happen."

"..."

Facing Fangzheng's answer, the girls couldn't help showing a bit of embarrassment, especially the black cat... Well, she felt that she couldn't get up now that she was pierced by thousands of arrows.

"Mr. Fangzheng, someone is here."

At this moment, Ying Lili's expression changed suddenly, and then she spoke, while Fang Zheng nodded and gestured to Kuang San. Soon, the dark shadow swallowed Kurumi and the green-haired girl squatting beside the corner thinking about life, and the others put on their hoods again.

Soon, Fangzheng saw the red-haired girl from before and several other people who were dressed like guerrillas walking over. Most of their expressions were quite vigilant and hesitant, even when they walked in, they kept looking around.

"Only a few of you?"

Fangzheng counted roughly, and found that there were less than ten people here, and he was immediately disappointed.

"That's right, it's just us."

But at this moment, upon hearing Fang Zheng's words, one of the curly-haired men came out. He stood beside the red-haired girl, staring at Fang Zheng who was sitting on the pedestal of the statue in front of him.

"Who are you? What exactly do you want to do when you contact us?"

"I just have a few questions I want to ask you guys."

Fangzheng changed his posture, then stood up, squinted his eyes and looked at the man in front of him.

"What are you fighting for?"

"Of course against Britannia!"

Hearing this, the man clenched his fists and shouted.

"Didn't you see? The group of people in Britannia treat us like slaves and livestock! So we must resist Britannia's atrocities!"

"Oh, and then?"

"... Then, then?"

Hearing Fang Zheng's indifferent question, the man suddenly froze.

"What then..."

"You say you want to stand against the atrocities in Britannia, so what do you mean? What is the goal and purpose of your operation? What course of action do you intend to take? What will be the next step after your goal is successful? ?”

"This... I..."

Faced with Fang Zheng's rhetorical question, the curly-haired man was dumbfounded and couldn't say a word, and the others didn't know what to say for a while. But having a panoramic view of this scene, Fang Zheng smiled coldly, then turned his head and looked at the girl beside him.

"Look, I've said it before, this is a bunch of hot-blooded guys, no plans, no ideas, basically one vote is one vote, as long as the grudge is resolved. From this point of view, Britannia manages them It’s not wrong to call him a terrorist.”

"What did you say?"

Hearing this, a man with a headband behind the curly-haired man suddenly stood up angrily, clenched his fists and stared at him.

"What do you know, we are fighting for our freedom and justice!"

"Don't talk to me about freedom and justice. I get a headache when I hear it."

However, before he finished speaking, Fang Zheng interrupted him by reaching out his hand.

"Freedom is a luxury, and justice is also a luxury. They belong to the guests dancing at the banquet, not to the beggars hiding in the sewer. For you, even survival is a luxury. You How dare you talk to me about freedom and justice? As for whether your actions are just... black cats."

Hearing Fangzheng's words, the black cat also leaped down and walked up to them, then stretched out his hand to let them look at the little girl who was curled up in the black cat's arms to sleep because she was tired from crying.

"She is………?"

"The little guy we rescued from the Britannian soldiers. At that time, the people in the gathering place she was in were shot and killed by the Britannian army as terrorists. If we hadn't arrived in time, this little girl would have become one of them." A dead body of yours . . . look, this is what you call the struggle for freedom and justice.

"It's not our fault!"

Looking at the child with tears on his face, the man with the headband withdrew his hand as if he had been electrocuted, and took a few steps back.

"It's the Britannians! It's them . . . !"

"It was you, your unplanned, stupid act of vengeance that caused this. If you hadn't committed this stupid act, then they would still be alive, of course, and maybe lose their dignity, maybe not be human, But at least she can still live in this world. But now, this little girl has lost her parents, friends, relatives, everything... This is the consequence of your so-called freedom and justice. As for who killed these people of………"

Fangzheng snapped his fingers, then Asuna turned around and activated her personal terminal. Soon, a news screen appeared in front of everyone out of thin air.

Before the rebels had time to marvel at this miraculous technology, their attention was immediately attracted by its content. On the screen, a host was broadcasting with a serious face.

"...According to the information from the Britannia military, terrorists have released poison gas bombs in the Shinjuku district. Many residents of the 11th district have been victimized. The entire Shinjuku has been under martial law. The military is hunting down the terrorists... ..."

"This, this, this..."

Looking at the picture in front of them and listening to the broadcast in their ears, all members of the rebel army, including the red-haired girl, were dumbfounded.

"Look, this is the consequence of your so-called resistance activities. You didn't cause even a little bit of damage to Britannia. On the contrary, because of your stupid actions, most of the people in the Shinjuku concentration camp were tortured and killed, and You are all accused of crimes, Britannia suppressed the terrorists, killed the residents of Shinjuku, and held the blame for you..."

Having said this, the corners of Fangzheng's mouth curled up slightly.

"Of course, sacrifice is inevitable, but tell me, what have you gained from this boring and meaningless so-called resistance?"

"...Damn it!"

The curly-haired man punched heavily on the concrete pillar next to him, while the others also lowered their heads without saying a word. After a while, the red-haired girl raised her head and looked at Fangzheng.

"So, what are you talking about with us?"

"It's just to test your abilities. My original idea was to cooperate with you, but now it seems that you have no value worthy of cooperation, so..."

Having said this, Fangzheng stretched out his hand to the crowd in front of him.

"Join us, or... go away."