I'm not a drama god

Dense lightning burst out from under the feet of the two emperors, illuminating almost the entire conference room as if it were daytime. Deafening roars sounded from all directions, as if the earth was wailing under their feet.

Everyone in the conference room seemed to not understand what had happened. They were just shocked by the terrifying aura that the two men had released, and looked around in astonishment...

Until a staff member rushed into the meeting room and shouted beside Sun Zhongliang:

"Director... Director!! The boundaries of Project 7012 have been expanded, and there are new unknown stone corridors and spaces around it..."

"What?" Sun Zhongliang was stunned.

"Our people are exploring the surroundings, but they haven't found the boundary yet... But conservatively speaking, the area should have expanded more than ten times." The staff member paused for a moment, "Also, we found a staircase leading underground... But when Unit 7012 was first designed, there was no staircase at all!"

Sun Zhongliang has led people to explore this underground project countless times. There is only one floor in total. Where did the stairs come from?

Where does the end of the stairs lead to?

"What did you do?" Sun Zhongliang looked at Chen Ling and the others in disbelief.

"We have rebuilt this underground project." Chen Ling said slowly, "We don't know exactly how much it has been expanded. You can send people to explore it slowly... However, it should be enough to accommodate the survivors of Wushan now."

Even if it was Chen Ling and Ying Fu, using the Reshaping to this extent in one breath would consume a huge amount of energy. I'm afraid that unless Lou Yu, who is at the seventh or eighth level, came in person, he couldn't do better than them.

Whether it was Sun Zhongliang or all the guests present, they were all extremely shocked at this moment...

They had never heard of a god being able to reshape matter, let alone someone being able to expand an underground project from the last century by dozens or even hundreds of times in such a short period of time. This was simply a miracle!

"Your biggest worry has been solved."

Ying Fu stared at Sun Zhongliang, "Now...what excuse do you have for stopping me?"

Scarlet warning lights flashed in the conference room, and almost everyone's eyes fell on Sun Zhongliang...

Sun Zhongliang stood there in a daze.

After a moment, he clenched his fists silently.

……

two days ago.

Cloudy mountainside.

"I'll go answer the phone call above."

A drizzle of rain fell from the sky. At the entrance of the Mid-Levels Hotel, Sun Zhongliang glanced at the number that lit up on the screen with a complicated expression.

He took a black umbrella, walked away from the crowd in Bureau 749, and walked alone to the deserted mountainside.

Sun Zhongliang pressed the call button.

"……Hey?"

"Sun Zhongliang, your proposal has been rejected." The voice on the other end of the phone was extremely low, "You want to mobilize the power of the Shinto owner to protect the entire Wushan town, which is too risky."

Sun Zhongliang's body trembled slightly.

"But, are we really going to leave the people alone? There are hundreds of thousands of people... I know those descendants. I have dealt with them for decades. After they know the truth, they will not be willing to live underground. In this case, why don't we join forces with them..."

"Hundreds of thousands of people? Do you know how many people there are in the country?" The man said helplessly, "Sun Zhongliang... I have always admired you, but I didn't expect that at this critical moment, you are still idealistic...

War is like a flood, swift and violent. We cannot protect everyone, but you have to know that among our more than one billion people, there are only a few hundred Shinto owners. They are cultural treasures and important objects of protection. To be frank, the strategic attributes of the entire Wushan town are not as important as these few hundred people.

You want them to protect ordinary people, but even if they join forces, can they withstand a nuclear attack? Even if they can withstand the first attack, what if there is a second or third attack? How do you know how many nuclear weapons the enemy will put here? Taking a step back, the 7012 underground project is so small, how many people can you accommodate? If you accommodate a small number of people, what will the people who are not accommodated think? What if they attack the underground project in turn?"

Under the repeated questioning from the person on the other end of the phone, Sun Zhongliang opened his mouth to explain, but in the end he couldn't utter a word.

"You are now mobilizing these Shinto owners to protect the people. You are not able to distinguish the priorities. I asked you to manage Bureau 749, not to let you take risks with them!"

With that person's final decision, the whole matter was settled. At this moment, Sun Zhongliang also knew clearly that his proposal would never be passed.

"……I see."

The person on the other end of the phone was silent for a moment, then spoke again coldly:

"Sun Zhongliang, do what you should do... I repeat for the last time, don't take any risks."

beep, beep, beep...

As the call was hung up, Sun Zhongliang slowly put down the phone.

Tiny raindrops hit the brim of the black umbrella, making a ticking sound. Sun Zhongliang looked down at the town shrouded in misty water vapor below the mountain, his eyes were extremely complicated...

Sun Zhongliang was very clear that his proposal was indeed very risky. The reason why he still submitted the proposal was for the sake of those "empty hands" who were bound to abandon Bureau 749 after knowing the truth, and also for his own sake.

He never married, nor had children, and his parents passed away many years ago. He had no ties to the society. This was an important reason why the higher-ups trusted him and handed over the 7012 underground project to him... But this did not mean that Sun Zhongliang had no compassion.

He came all the way from Shanghai to Wushan. Whenever he saw children playing and playing in the streets, couples traveling together, or a family of four generations sitting in front of the door basking in the sun, he would feel an indescribable sadness in his heart... He knew that in a few days, all of this would be gone. But he knew everything, but he could do nothing.

Sun Zhongliang has never had happiness, so he longs for happiness and cherishes happiness more...

Even if this happiness does not belong to him.

But the country and the fate of mankind are above all else, and Sun Zhongliang also knows that he cannot take them on risks... So he extinguished all fantasies, ignored his own emotions, and performed his duties as the director of Bureau 749 according to plans and regulations. He did not care even if he became the target of public criticism.

But now... the flame of hope that he had extinguished with his own hands was ignited in the darkness in a way that he had never imagined.

Sun Zhongliang looked at the two emperors in front of him, took a deep breath, and spoke slowly as if he had made up his mind:

"I have nothing to say..."

"The door is open. If they are willing, you can take them away..."

"This underground project has enough resources. As long as you can send the survivors here, I will settle them all down. No matter what happens outside, they can at least survive for ten days here."

Sun Zhongliang's eyes swept across everyone in the conference room, his back straightened.

"I, Sun Zhongliang, will bear all the consequences alone."