Blackstone Code

On one side is cruel exploitation and oppression, on the other side are carrots and sugar-sweetened carbonated drinks, as well as concepts such as "equality", "freedom", "democracy" and "human rights".

At the same time, it is overturning, breaking, and shattering the extreme rule of Nagaril's past dual system of theocracy and political power.

There doesn't seem to be any problem with the Nagaril people's choice.

Yes.

In order to save the Nagaril people from their miserable life in the past, the federal people generously gave them so many "affixes".

But in fact, these things are not even enjoyed by the federal people themselves. How can they be enjoyed by them?

It was a scam, a lie, but the scam and the lie were so sweet.

So many people ignore the poison and traps underneath the honey.

The federal charter and laws never mention things like equality, democracy, or human rights. The only word explained in the charter is freedom.

But they just believe that they can have all this as long as they follow the federal people. Even if they build the financial center of the Southern Hemisphere, they are not allowed to enter. Even if they build Slem, they do not allow the poor to enter.

oh!

correct!

The world's largest port allows them to enter, but only as stevedores, not to do business or anything else.

The world has never changed, and neither have rulers. You cannot think that rulers are unfriendly or evil simply through these comparisons.

This kind of gentle control method of strangling people to death in their dreams is at least much gentler than hitting you in the head with a hammer a few times when you are awake.

The level of education of the Nagali people is not high, and the intensity and scope of the brainwashing and propaganda are very sufficient, so most of them believe this.

Just like at this moment, outside the shelter, there were crowds of Nagali people holding high the slogan "The lives of Nagali people are also life". They waved their fists angrily and asked the shelter manager to open the door. , let them in.

And it still requires "unconditional" permission.

Some other shelters had opened before, but they only allowed in those who were young, strong, and in good physical condition.

The elderly, injured, and those who did not look strong and healthy were all denied entry.

This situation is turning into fear and spreading rapidly. It has become a consensus that ordinary people have no chance to enter the shelter.

In fact, there are many Nagaril people gathered outside almost all the shelters along the equator. They really have nowhere to go but come here.

"These federal people don't care about our life or death at all. Our boys were taken in as coolies and experimental materials."

"Our girls were taken for pleasure and they refused our access."

"In our land, in the presence of God, they are going to kill us all through this extreme climate change!"

"We cannot remain silent, brothers and sisters!"

"The temperature will only get colder and colder. After a while, it will be difficult for our clothes to block the cold air. We will die, everyone will die."

"Rather than die in the cold winter wilderness, I would rather shed my last drop of blood to find a chance to live!"

"It's time for these despicable thieves of the Federation to feel the wrath of the people of Nagaril!"

A man stood on a high place and raised his arms and shouted, and the emotions of the surrounding Nagali people also reached their peak in his shouting!

Everyone was shouting, cursing, and in short excitedly venting the emotions raging in their hearts.

They want to break something, want to destroy something, and want to embrace a warm and bright tomorrow!

The man pointed to the station not far away, "The hope of survival is there."

"There is a warm room, endless food, a comfortable spring bed, and our family."

"No one knows whether we will be able to open our eyes when the sun rises tomorrow. If we don't fight, we will have no chance at all!"

"For our own sake and our family's sake, let's open this damn concrete can!"

People rushed to the station in a frenzy. They used some tools they got from the roadside, such as sticks, branches, crowbars and the like, and frantically tried to destroy the station's door to the shelter.

As long as the door is opened, they can survive, have a warm living space, and delicious and filling food!

In order to survive, everyone burst out with unprecedented strength!

In the control room, several officers on duty were eating donuts and turning on fans while reporting to their superiors on the situation outside.

The work in the control room is very boring. Most people will think it is a very good job when they first hear that they do not need to patrol and just need to sit there.

But only when you really come into contact with it will you realize that this job is not done by humans.

First you have to sit here for at least ten hours, staring at the wall-to-wall monitors, looking for anything that might threaten the security of the shelter.

You don't have a chance to be lazy, because there is also surveillance in the monitoring room.

After hanging up the phone, the staff member on duty licked the powdered sugar on his fingers. The price of donuts was very high now, but he didn't buy them.

It's not that he can't afford it because of his salary, but there's no need to waste unnecessary expenses on satisfying his appetite just because he likes it.

Donuts are a benefit for official shelter staff, and afternoon tea on Tuesdays and Fridays every week consists of donuts and coffee.

The quality of the coffee isn't great, but if you can drink coffee at this time, who the hell cares if it's good or not?

Not to mention, there are donuts.

Carbs and high fat are so satisfying!

He squeaked every finger cleanly, "How do you think they...will deal with these people?"

Several staff on duty are too bored. This kind of work is more tiring and mentally exhausting than physical labor.

One of them took out a dollar and put it on the console, "I bet a dollar that they won't pay attention to these people."

"The outer wall is very thick. These people can't open it with a crowbar or something. Once they understand this, they will give up these stupid practices."

But another person had a different view, "But we have to go out!" He also took out a dollar and put it on the console.

"Every time a train comes, we have to load some goods or unload them. If they are not removed, they will affect our work order."

"It's even possible to sneak in. Although it's of no use, it can also cause some trouble."

These Nagaril people are all people who do not have magnetic cards. Not having magnetic cards means that they cannot be recognized by the global communication system, and it is difficult for gangsters to move around in the shelter.

No matter what you do, you need a magnetic card and identification, although many people have great complaints about this, believing that the binding of magnetic cards and identities undermines personal privacy.

But in the end, they can only pay lip service to it, and it is impossible to change any reality.

And since magnetic cards were bound to identities, the crime rate has plummeted, so most people are not too disgusted with it.

After wiping his fingers, the staff member also took out one dollar and placed it on top of the other two dollars. "I bet they will die."

"A lot of people will die. They will die anyway if we don't let them in. Killing them can relieve some of their pain. I think this probability is very high."

Several others expressed their opinions, believing that the Sanctuary would kill these people, or disperse the majority of them.

Soon the upper management's decision was fed back to the executive department, and several dark holes, about one foot square, suddenly appeared outside the entrance to the shelter.

The Nagarilese who were trying to smash the concrete were stunned for a moment. Some of them thought they had succeeded and tried to look inside the hole.

However, the next second, tongues of fire began to spray along with the bullets.

The unlucky guy whose head was almost touching the window was the unluckiest. His head instantly turned into pieces and flew everywhere. After a brief panic, people reacted and started running outside.

But the station was crowded with people, and the people on the outside didn't know what was going on inside. They didn't leave, which made it impossible for the people on the inside to leave.

People were like wheat in a wheat field that had been struck by a sickle, falling continuously. Finally, the sound of gunshots and everything that happened here spread further, and people began to flee in panic.

In less than forty minutes, there were no Nagali people standing in the station.

Security forces opened the door, and under their protection, cleaners cleaned up the bodies on the floor with nausea.

Although there is a hospital here, it cannot handle so many corpses at once, but it is not a pity to waste it.

For the rich, clones are the best, but for the poor?

The poor do not consider organ transplantation at all. Even if they pay for medical insurance, they may not have the opportunity to have a transplant.

This scene was played out one after another in shelters all over the country. The lower and lower temperatures made the Nagarilese people no longer able to face reality calmly.

In order to survive, they could only attack the shelter, but they underestimated the strength of the shelter.

Before they had powerful demolition equipment, it was simply a dream for them to enter a shelter with a closed door!

The final result of this killing was that Nagaril's population abnormally decreased by tens of thousands or more, while others began to try to save themselves through other methods.

They couldn't build shelters, but they could dig holes.

Digging holes close to volcanoes and living in them seems to be one solution to the problem.

But even if we can survive, where will the food come from?

In the wilderness, the Nagaril people dig holes numbly and hesitantly. The future will be like this cold winter, without any warmth.