Save Tomorrow's Ark with Game System

There is no slum in the world that is clean, just like the residents inside it. Whether it is the free and open country of Colombia, or Usas, who frantically exploits the lower class, the gap in slums in their countries is not like the gap in social systems.

So big. The traffic is inconvenient and overcrowded. The factories and residences are only a wall away. Unpurified pollutants are discharged into the unmanned wilderness through the rivers in the slums, allowing Mother Nature to take all these dirty things.

It's like a small matchbox after another, swelling, and it seems that it can really make the wooden stick burn. The poor living here are like their houses, and there is no vigor of life on their faces.

, there are only the same numbness.

If the place where you live is really their own house, maybe you can still see their smiling faces instead of only seeing the sunshine on the faces of children. Most of the ownership of houses in the slums is controlled by those living in the upper town.

The guys have even more deeds in their hands than they need a box large enough to hold. For those standing at the top of capital, the rent from the slums may be insignificant in the face of factory profits, but they don't want to

Give up these dusty land deeds and will not be kind enough to sell these land to those people, even if the other party saves enough money to actually buy a house. Capitalists will raise the house price to a scary price to persuade those who want to truly return

There is a poor man from a home in the mobile city-state to continue to squeeze the little value left to these people.

People in the slums are only one line away from homelessness, and whether this line will be broken depends entirely on the wishes of those capitalists. If the real owner of the house wants to move out of the house, then they are with the city-state.

Only my own identity certificate and job position are left in contact.

After understanding the sharp gap between the rich and the poor in this world, Valentine could only admire Ye Yan's luck and means. As a thief who had wandered half of the world and a former Victorian nobility, Ye Yan's wallet was in Ye Yan's wallet

Not as empty as most people can fight a world war, but when she fled to Longmen, she happened to meet a citizen living in the Lower City area who wanted to sell her property in the slums - probably

A frustrated businessman, besides housing in the lower city, is the only remaining property he has.

Perhaps because of the urgent need of money, the house price is not high, but it also exceeds the actual value of the house. Ye Yan has escaped far enough and long enough, when she wanted to find a place to settle down in the Longmen

, the citizen brought her a pillow.

As a witch, Yeyan learned some information about the house through some small means. She did not conduct tedious operations such as negotiations, but directly found the seller and used her source stone skills to

He did a hypnosis and successfully bought the property for a lower price. At the same time, he left a stamp from his house and opened the legend of himself in the gantry.

So Ye Yan didn't have to worry about the high-priced rent and heavy work. Instead, she lived a comfortable life and even wanted to adopt a rabbit to help her with housekeeping.

But most residents are not as comfortable as her. Opening their eyes every day is just a job, which is boring and tedious, enough to bend their young and upright spine; closing their eyes means the family’s expenses and the high rent at the end of the month, which is enough to give them a headache all night.

"This is probably the fundamental reason why I will appear here..."

Valentine sat on the chair, muttering to himself as she looked at the dozens of concentrating listeners in front and Trotsky who was erect on the podium.

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There is an old saying in China that money can make ghosts. After giving Dark Lock a large amount of money to do activities, the rabbit finally showed the vitality she should have to collect information at her age, and it was nearly two.

After disappearing for a few weeks, Valentine brought heavy news.

She found a stronghold for the integration movement.

That day Valentine was sitting in front of the window basking in the sun and drinking tea. The mobile phone on the table played a soothing and melodious symphony, right next to the mission target. The slowly flowing notes wrapped around his body, like

A pair of soft hands brushed on his face, with infinite tenderness. The afternoon sun shone into the room from the window, sprinkled on his back, and put a layer of gold edge on his body. The sunshine is not as bright as the summer sun.

The heat is not as bleak as the bleakness of autumn, but it is not as gentle as the spring, but it contains the unique warmth of winter. What emerges in the long-lasting cold is the warmth that is precious that can make people relax all day long.

Just as he was lying lazily on the chair, running his somewhat stuttering mind thinking about who to hit next, a purple whirlwind rushed in from the window behind him, rubbing Valentine's horns tightly.

It hit the bed - if Xing Yihuang hadn't raised her hand in advance and stopped the frizzy rabbit, she might have been able to stick it directly on the wall, just like Franca who was slapped into a mural by Razer that day.

Don’t underestimate the power of the equipment, no matter how petite their bodies are; don’t underestimate the explosive power of the Casters, even if they are just underage girls.

"Boss Boss! I've found the stronghold for the whole work movement! It's in the slum!" Ansuo rushed down from the bed, nodded to thank Xing Yihuang and jumped directly to Valentine, with her still swaying in her hand.

The hook just used to climb the window.

“It’s an integration movement.”

Valentine calmly put down the tea cup, sucked a few pieces of paper to wipe off the tea leaves that had just been splashed on her body, stood up and walked into the bathroom, and when she passed by the hidden lock, she pinched the rabbit ears that were constantly beating on her head.

Not much strength is considered a small punishment.

"Sorry, boss..." The secret lock suddenly became quiet. Looking at Valentine who threw her coat into the basin, she lowered her head to apologize. The originally erect rabbit ears also drooped. The whole rabbit looked pitiful and couldn't make people angry at all.

.

"Forget it, as long as the information you said is worthy of the money I gave you, you can pour me a whole pot of tea." Valentine waved her hand, and her trembling heart was under her calm appearance.

In order to make the Dark Lock complete the task faster and better, Valentine gave her a considerable amount of money for activities, which also made his already shriveled wallet thinner, as if a breeze could make Valentine's

Account blow away.

Valentine feels heartbroken every time she thinks of this. Although Rhodes will reimburse the funds for the event, his operation can be called Black Ops. The rewards can only be obtained after the task is completed. The expenses in the process of the task are in progress.

Valentine can only bear the responsibility for the time being.

So he basically never went out to eat, and he also asked for an invoice for the clothes he bought, which was used to reimburse funds. As for the rabbit, Dark Lock Valentine, has decided not to recommend it to Rhode Island, and wait until the mission is over.

Later, he tied the rabbit and the lazy cat directly, and became his certificate of application for reimbursement from Rhode Island.

I bought clothes to get better information! Look at how hard she worked after buying clothes for this little girl, and found the base for the integration movement in just one week!

"Where is the stronghold? What is the evidence?"

After mourning his wallet for a few seconds, Valentine asked directly, straight to the point and did not do anything that was missing.

"The stronghold is on a fringe of the slums, which is a buffer zone for residential areas and factories, and is home to a large number of Checheng refugees. A friend of mine heard someone talking about resistance to oppression and unity.

The words of the lower class are very similar to the integration movements you talk about.”

"Later, I asked him to find out the situation and followed him to the stronghold again. The location of the stronghold was very remote and it was difficult to get in without a guide, so we took a lot of effort to join them. Someone in the stronghold was brainwashing and talking about it.

All of them are enough to get him into a felon prison, and the audience agrees with those opinions and wants to join their organization."

The secret lock recalled her experiences over the past few days and repeated them in the shortest words.

The strongholds set up in the slums are remote and brainwashed, which also attracts infected people like Dark Lock to listen to...

The integration exercise is no longer running.

"Do you still remember the location of the stronghold?"

"Remember." The dark lock nodded: "Actually, I found it several days ago, but I didn't inform you for insurance. Now I have become one of their members. There is absolutely no problem with you following me there."

"In fact, they just asked me to find more 'like-minded friends', which is also an opportunity to take you to their stronghold."

It seems that the Secret Lock is not only a reliable intelligence officer, but also a good seedling for spies.

Valentine patted her on the shoulder and expressed her approval.

"Okay, let's put the gantry mission aside, let's go to the integrated sports first... But before going, I have to put on some makeup."

After half an hour of busyness, Valentine took Xing Yihuang and the hidden lock out, and bought a coat with a hood on the way to disguise it - it looked like a big coat and liked to hide.

My own little girl went to the factory to find a job with her sister and friends.

For this action, Valentine put on a long wig and disguised herself as a girl, although he always hated being treated as a girl by others.

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After passing a maze-like road, Seolus finally took him to the stronghold of the integration movement. This is a very ordinary house, and not far away is a community school in a slum. Although it is close to a factory, it is not

It's not noisy, it's just that the air quality is relatively poor.

But this is a slum, and they have no choice.

At the door of the stronghold was a man in a somewhat worn out dress, with a slightly bent back and a slightly hunched back. His face was covered with wrinkles, and there was a scar on the corner of his eyes, which had scars. His jaw was covered with a circle.

He has a beard, thick palms, and thick knuckles. He probably has worked since childhood and is a typical slum worker.

"They are the new guys I brought, absolutely reliable, and have nothing to do with the guys in the city." Dark Lock pointed at Valentine and the others. The man just glanced at them and waved his hand to signal Dark Lock to take them.

Go in.

"It seems we are in the right place."

Although he did not see any DNA spiral signs, Valentine's intuition told him that this is the stronghold of the integration movement has not run away. In this world, he resents the nobles and hates law enforcement personnel. Only the infected people are gathering in the slums, and he doesn't believe it.

This is a gathering organized by infected people from the local Longmen.

Valentine moved her right arm with her lowered arms, clenched her fists, and signaled Xing Yihuang to prepare for the battle.

Although with Valentine's own strength, he could deal with a bunch of integrated sports miscellaneous soldiers, he still brought Xing Yihuang with him for insurance, so as not to suddenly appear in the stronghold of a regicide.

If it were Mephist, Valentine would rush up at the moment he appeared and pierce his throat with a swift sword to avenge the entire city of Che.

There are many people in the stronghold, and most of them are already sitting on the benches in the room, communicating quietly like elementary school students, waiting for the teacher to arrive. Occasionally, some people will quarrel loudly, but the voice will be very suppressed.

The decoration in the room was simple, with only a small clock hanging above the podium. There was nothing else on the ground except a podium and some old benches. Valentine could even see insects on the bench.

Traces of carrion. The walls of the room are painted white and there are some small cracks spreading on them. They don't look safe, but this is one of the characteristics of slum housing. The ceiling is not clean and gray, but four

It is rare to keep the corners clean, unlike most slum buildings with spider webs hanging. The windows are closed and the curtains are pulled, not a little light is visible, and there is only a long LED light tube in the whole room.

It's pretty bright.

"Come here." The secret lock found a relatively back position and waved to Valentine. After he sat in the position, the secret lock lowered his head and explained to him in a low voice: "We have to listen to a guy talk for a long time before every party.

Nonsense, if I hadn't known that these people were terrorist organizations, I would have believed what he said."

"Well, terrorists are like this. Draw a very big cake to attract you to join them, and then you won't have a good life." Valentine responded in a low voice, looking around.

This location is very good and is very close to the exit. If an accident occurs, they can escape as soon as possible. At the same time, the rows of benches in front are already full of people, with about twenty or thirty listeners, and there are also several rows of long left behind.

The chair can greatly weaken the presence of Valentine and the three.

The speakers remember the most clearly, only the back position in the middle is the lowest.

Time passed by minute by minute, and the speaker still did not appear, but these listeners did not burst into chaos. They were still sitting in their own positions and talking quietly, no one was sleeping,

No one left, no one quarreled.

If those more intense discussions can be called quarrels, Valentin feels that half of the communication in this world is quarrels.

Something is wrong.

The longer you sit, the more you feel something is wrong. This is difficult to describe and something that cannot be said in words. Although from any perspective, it seems like a stronghold for newcomers to integrate sports brainwash, Valentine is now

He began to doubt his own thoughts.

I am a non-infected person.

This was said from a person who was discussing fiercely with his companions, and Valentine could hear it clearly. As an operator in Rhode Island, he was very sensitive to words like infected people, so Valentine was sure

You have heard it correctly, and you can't hear it wrong.

Not only that, he also heard many words such as "capitalist", "noble" and "proletarian", which made him doubt the true owner of this stronghold.

Why are these people discussing so passionately but not feeling the slightest anger? Why are they not as dead as usual? What makes them discuss so harmoniously? Is the promises given to them by the integration movement? Then why are there non-infected people?

Existence?

Countless questions poured into Valentine's mind, and small question marks popped up in his brain.

However, he did not have the idea of ​​leaving. Although there were many questions, the answer would not be revealed until the speakers arrived. At that time, no matter how much disguise the integration movement was used, Valentine could see their ugly faces under their masks.

He also had the exact information to provide to Rhode Island and the Dragon Gate. He moved his body and tried his best to find a comfortable position to sit on the bench. Xing Yihuang sat on his left, his fist was clenched tightly.

The whole person became tense. The dark lock sat on the edge of the bench, closest to the exit, so that she could run away quickly after a fight. Staying here with her skills would only cause trouble for Valentine and the others.

, it's better to just leave.

Valentine was a little anxious inside. He took off his hood and revealed his white face, with a somewhat angry expression. His mood was as anxious as those who were discussing in a low voice.

It’s just that other listeners were waiting with anticipation, but Valentine was a little scared.

He began to fear that the speech would not be initiated by the integration movement.

I'm afraid even Valentine himself didn't realize that the incredible answer had taken shape deep in his heart, and he had already believed it.

Finally, amid the expectations of the crowd, the speaker came late and trotted to the podium. He took off the painter's hat on his head, revealing his brown hair and a pair of small round ones.

Ears - that is the characteristic of the Usas.

This is a refugee in Checheng, whose name is Trotsky, and Valentine has seen him. At that time, Valentine was the leader of the Growler, and he was also a cannon fodder military policeman in Checheng, and was in the city gate guard.

The only survivor.

At that time, Valentin was still an idealist, and he had a lot of words about infected people and society. Although Valentin is still an idealist now, his eyes have been placed at least now, and

Not the kind of future that can complete tasks quickly and can also enjoy the happiness of the end.

Before sending Trotsky away, Valentine gave him a red book.

"Presenting Party Manifesto".

"Dear old comrades and newcomers, I'm sorry I'm late. Before I came, I suddenly had an inspiration to have a new understanding of a passage from the 'Personal Proclamation for the Party', so I wrote it down

, This is also the knowledge I will share with you today.”

Trotsky placed the notebook in his hand on the podium, and took out several red booklets and handed them to the audience in front.

"This is the latest printed declaration. Please pass it on to the new comrades later. Of course, it is okay to listen to me directly, but it is still recommended that the new comrades read the contents in this booklet first."

Looking at the extremely familiar cover and title of the book that was passed to him, Valentine held his forehead with her right hand and sighed deeply.

The result he didn't want to see came true.