The Revolutionary (Final Part)
Most, if not all, communication systems in the area projected the live feed of the masked man. The people in their homes and those on the streets contemplated the information he had shared.
They recalled how a few days ago dark clouds were seen in the city, unlike the previous times when they appeared in the wasteland. While the golden lightning didn't manifest, the pressure from dark clouds had created many incidents.
"Can he be speaking the truth!?" A woman on the street asked as she gazed at her mobile screen. "Is the government really planning to use us as guinea pigs for some weapon of mass destruction!?"
"They wouldn't!" A man next to her muttered in a low voice, unsure of his words.
"I have seen those government officers in the slums!" A middle-aged man spoke. "And didn't a carnage happen there a month ago!?"