After Beating the Game, I Became the Villain BOSS

Chapter 538: Chapter 348: Carving a Path with Flesh (Part 2)

"If you keep testing the limits of disobedience like you did just now, we might be forced to put a bullet in you."

Sikinkov’s eyes were filled with depth. He was silent for a moment before his tone suddenly turned light: "Alright, I get it. You should quickly call your family, and tell them to escape immediately."

"What?" The sudden change in topic baffled the commander, "What did you say?"

Sikinkov: "I said, you have a family, right? Like a wife, kids, parents? You should quickly make a call, tell them to pack up and run for their lives."

The commander was even more baffled: "No, what do you mean?"

Sikinkov said seriously: "Don’t you understand? Even though the city is chaotic now, there’s been no change in the administrative structure. I’m still the Director of the Public Security Bureau."

"According to the ’Internal Security Regulations of the Public Security Bureau,’ if the Director is assassinated, all current tasks of the Anti-Violence Fourth Section will be lifted, initiating the highest level contingency plan to immediately control all related personnel."

"If you have your subordinates kill me now, not only will the Anti-Violence Team Members behind me rush up the Rust Wall to blow you apart, but the most elite units of the Anti-Violence Fourth Section will also immediately parachute into your home."

On the other end of the phone, the commander’s breath clearly hitched, but he still shouted: "I’m performing my duty! I’m not wrong!"

Sikinkov sighed: "You can tell that to the Anti-Violence Fourth Section. Just think, what are those people like? Out of ten suspects they catch, nine die. They’ve even turned proper rescue missions into annihilations."

"When they get to your home, how many of your family members do you think will survive?"

The commander’s voice was trembling, clearly becoming panicked: "You...you can’t do this to me!"

Sikinkov’s tone was extremely innocent: "I have no choice. The Internal Security Regulations of the Public Security Bureau are just like that. I don’t want to see anything happen to your family, so I’m telling you to call them quickly."

"Buddy, don’t dawdle. Otherwise, when I’m killed in a moment, your family won’t even have a chance to escape, so call them quickly."

The commander’s voice was choked: "No, this, this..."

Sikinkov: "Stop this and that, quickly let your family run for their lives, hurry up, quickly."

After finishing, he didn’t even give the opportunity for further conversation, directly hanging up the phone.

He turned back to look at his colleagues, saying in a deep voice: "I can’t guarantee what will happen. If any of you want to back out, leave by car now, and I won’t blame you. Just by being here, you’re already heroes who move against the current."

His colleagues looked at Sikinkov with steadfast gazes, none of them moving.

Gratitude appeared in Sikinkov’s eyes as his gaze swept over them, finally settling on the refugees who were watching eagerly.

All of a sudden, he saw a little girl at the front of the crowd, around the same age as Xiaotiancheng who had connected with him during the live broadcast of the ’Dialogue with the Director’ program—thin and small, looking at him with a pair of pure, big eyes.

Sikinkov walked over to the little girl, squatted down, and used his sleeve to wipe the dirt off her face: "Have you ever been to the Inner City, child?"

The little girl shook her head innocently and said, "No, but I’ve heard others say it’s like a paradise."

The familiar response made Sikinkov feel as if he was in another lifetime. He gently patted the little girl’s head, his voice filled with tenderness: "Whether it’s paradise or not, you’ll be going there soon."

Sikinkov stood up, taking a deep breath, his eyes filled with steely determination.

Once more, he walked to the edge of the firepower recognition zone, along with hundreds of government colleagues.

And then, a shocking scene unfolded before the border refugees.

These government officials lined up, shoulder to shoulder, arm in arm, forming a wall of humanity several hundred meters wide at the front, facing the gun muzzles of the Rust Wall Defense Team from afar.

"Border compatriots, stand behind us, and we’ll bring you into the city."

As Sikinkov’s words fell, the wall of government officials began to move forward, resolutely stepping into the firepower recognition zone.

Human bodies paving the way!

Hundreds of government officials from the Inner City were paving the way for millions of border refugees with their bodies!

No matter what storms the Inner City and the border had been through, or what grudges these people from different classes had, at this moment, under the most radiant display of humanity, all past grievances vanished like smoke, and the people divided by a wall truly integrated together.

The border refugees were stunned, sobbing, their faces covered in tears. They resolutely entrusted their lives to the unfamiliar government officials before them, following behind them as they stepped into the firepower recognition zone.

The little girl ran the fastest, catching up with Sikinkov, gently tugging at the hem of his shirt as she followed, looking up at this tall uncle.

Sikinkov, without turning his head, sensed who it was and asked: "Child, what is it?"

The little girl’s eyes were filled with a light of longing: "Uncle, you’re a hero."

Sikinkov smiled faintly, saying deeply: "Every person who stands up for you is a hero."

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At the Rust Wall M6 District firepower position, when the soldiers saw the government officials forming a human wall, using their flesh and blood as shields to escort the refugees toward the city gate, they were all bewildered.

"Commander... this..." The adjutant looked blankly at the commander.

The commander, eyes unfocused and drenched in cold sweat, stood there, lost in thought.

The adjutant looked at the approaching crowd, then at the commander who was in a daze, cautiously asking, "Commander, should we open fire?"

The commander gritted his teeth, gave himself a sharp slap on the head, and cursed: "Open your mother! Sikinkov is crazy, and I’m not risking my family’s life to tango with him!"

"If he wants to let them in that badly, then let them all in! Everyone, turn on the cameras, record everything here, and submit it to the City Council later! If anything goes wrong, that lunatic will take full responsibility!!!"

The commander gave the order, and the soldiers quickly put down their guns.

Honestly, even if they were ordered, there would likely be very few who would dare to shoot.

Those were hundreds of government officials, most of them high-ranking leaders. If they were to be massacred, "performing one’s duty" would not easily absolve anyone afterward.

Finally, after a prolonged stalemate, the border refugees began trickling into the city one after another.

At the street adjoining the Rust Wall M6 District, a crowd from the Inner City had been waiting for a long time. Since the start of the disaster, they had been concerned about the situation on the other side of the wall and had braved risks to come and get firsthand information.

When they saw the border refugees finally entering the city, these Inner City civilians erupted into enthusiastic cheers.

Later, no one knows who started it, but both sides ran toward each other, hugging tightly in emotional embraces.

Among the crowd, some figures were wearing Edge uniforms, including KK.

These were administrative staff, without combat capabilities. While their companions fought on the battlefield, they were not idle.

They had been dispatched here by Shangguan Li, along with a vast amount of supplies that Su Mo had ordered purchased a month ago, collaborating with volunteers from other areas to prepare preliminary accommodations for the cold and hungry border refugees.

Once the path into the city was fully opened, a heavy weight was lifted from Sikinkov’s heart, and he relaxed, sitting dazedly on a stone pedestal by the roadside.

The commander of the M6 District approached with his men, his face livid, pointing at Sikinkov’s nose: "I recorded everything you did! You forced my hand, I bear no responsibility!"

Sikinkov didn’t haggle, nodding, "I said, I’ll take full responsibility. You go do your own thing now."

The commander left, cursing and grumbling.

Sikinkov lifted his head, looking at the rain-engulfed sky, muttering: "Su Mo, my brother, I’ve finished all my tasks... how about you?"