This Game is Too Real

   After walking around the gate of hell, Sberg felt like a different person, and suddenly had a new understanding of life and death.

   In the past, he was undoubtedly a coward. The wasteland was just outside the giant wall, but he didn't even dare to look at it.

   And now.

   He was more worried about leaving this world with regrets than pure death.

  What you want to do is best done as soon as possible.

   To meet the person you want to see, you don’t have to wait until next spring…

   The browsing room of Vault 404.

   Sitting in front of the manager of the alliance, Sberg looked awkward. Although he was mentally prepared, he was still a little nervous.

   He had just walked through a long snow field, and his boots looked like they had been soaked in water, making the floor here dirty.

   Looking at Sberg who was constantly changing his sitting position, Chu Guang couldn't help laughing.

   "Don't be nervous, do I look scary?"

"That's not... I'm afraid of dirtying your sofa, sir," Sperger scratched his head and whispered, "I haven't washed my clothes in a few days, and they're still in prison. ."

  Chu Guang suggested.

   "The gym next door has a shower room, so you can take a shower first."

"Thank you... This proposal is great, but let's wait a while." Sperger took out a letter from his arms, placed it on the coffee table cautiously, and pushed it gently in front of Chu Guang, "Miss Alyssa learned that After the destination of my trip, ask me to bring you a letter."

  Alyssa?

  Chu Guang had a good impression of the clever little girl. She remembered that she was Malvern's daughter and had a relationship at the celebration.

   He picked up the envelope, opened it, and took out the letter inside.

  The handwriting on the paper is beautiful and there is a faint fragrance.

The    letter described the current upheaval in Boulder City, explained the promises and demands of the new authorities in Boulder City, and sincerely expressed hope for the help of the Alliance.

  […We agree with the idea of ​​material equality in the Alliance, authoritarian ideology will be eradicated from our society, and we will create a new law that everyone must abide by from now on. We are willing to make some changes, and we are willing to do something for the people of the wasteland and fight for the ideal of ending the wasteland era. Hopefully, in this new era, we can join you, or at least be your partner in fighting alongside you. 】

  【I also implore you to lend a helping hand to us. 】

   In addition, Alyssa also wrote in the letter that since the chips were invalidated, the debts borrowed by the manager based on his ability were also written off...

  Chu Guang couldn't help but smile after reading it.

   On the one hand, it is because of the cunning of Eliza when she mentions the debt in the letter, and on the other hand, she is surprised by her growth.

   It seems that in just two months, a lot of things have really happened in the neighbors of the alliance...

   If it was Malvern, it would probably play the chip-denominated debt as a bluffing economy card. In fact, the old man has already done so, and the result is that the alliance has prepared the principal and interest for the next five or ten years.

  You want chips, we will give you chips.

   But Alyssa is different from her father, and uses it in a different way—

  Since this card is essentially invalid, it is better to actively discard it from the hand and use the economic card as a diplomatic card.

   This is not to gain the sympathy of the Alliance at the expense of self-harm.

   instead shows the position of the new authorities in Boulder City - they want to cut with the past and embrace the ideal of equality in a true sense.

   In addition to those who are keen to harm others and themselves, anyone will help them through the difficulties, not to mention those declarations of the alliance.

   "It's a big deal... The debt of more than 3.5 billion is forgiven if we say it is forgiven. If we say nothing, it will appear that we are stingy."

  Chu Guang smiled, but without dismantling it, he folded the letter, looked at Sberg and continued.

   "When you go back, bring us a message by the way, we will help."

  Sberg said with an embarrassed smile.

   "Excuse me."

  Chu Guang shook his head.

   "What's the matter, we are all descendants of the People's Union, not to mention we are so close."

   In fact, he was already doing it.

  The more than 200 players who stayed in Boulder City before are not just watching the excitement and broadcasting it to the official website.

  The residents of the Refuge have their own discipline and their own moral values, so they won't sit idly by when they see mercenaries and looters doing things.

   However, most of the chaos is indeed solved by the people of Boulder City, and the player really did not stand in the center of the stage this time.

This revolution is essentially an uprising launched by the survivors of the Stone City who could not bear the exploitation of the nobles. To say what role the alliance has played, it is probably the use of economic means to disintegrate the control of the nobles over all classes, which is equivalent to putting a gun in a gun. Bullets paid.

The chips sent by the gentlemen have turned into scraps, the soldiers don’t want to fight for the gentlemen, the workers don’t want to work for the gentlemen, everyone would rather believe in a fictional abstract Bohr than believe anything that House said. talk.

   And the gentlemen are not as smart as the minions imagined. Not only did they make frequent tricks, but they also played with the powder keg again and again, causing most of the citizens caught in the middle to fall to the side of the outer city.

  This change has been won before it even started, what people lack is the courage to make the final decision.

   But even so, Chu Guang had to admit that this was a unique miracle.

   Although they shed some blood, they did not dye the whole street red.

   Judging from the player's broadcast on the forum, it was not without vicious violence that night.

   Part of it was discovered and prevented by the players, but more tragedy was drowned in the dark corners, and in the end only the heavy snow that buried everything knew.

   However, the inhabitants of Boulder have paid the price in blood countless times over the past century.

   It's time to succeed again.

   After they had been tormented by the darkness, they finally joined hands to light the fire to dispel the darkness. This change is not only a miracle with a probability of less than 1%, but also an inevitable occurrence with a high probability.

   There is also a small note in the envelope.

  Chu Guang shook it out and unfolded it in his hand.

   is still the beautiful handwriting, but with a little more excitement and lightness.

  【Thank you for your encouragement! If it wasn't for your words, I would never have stood up bravely at that time! 】

  【Alyssa will definitely live up to your expectations and become a better person! ^-^】

   Looking at the sunny words, Chu Guang was stunned for a moment, and his heart suddenly tightened.

   He looked at Sberg and said seriously.

   "Can you tell me about you?"

  Sberg was stunned for a moment, then nodded.

"no problem…"

The   workers' union had asked him the same way.

  He came here not only to make an appointment, but also to bring a letter for Alyssa, but also to bring the story of the workers’ union to the alliance.

  As a hostage of the residents of the inner city, he was not released by the "surrenders" of the inner city until the middle of the night amid the deafening cries of the people.

   He hadn't personally experienced the miraculous hours before nightfall, but everyone in the workers' union told him.

  Including they almost abandoned the bottom line in silence and became the accomplice of the thugs, and also the sincere apology of the little girl named Alicia reminded them of their program-Pol's words and deeds.

The    militia was unexpectedly able to fight when facing the mercenaries, but instead raised the muzzle when facing the compatriots... This is also completely different from the prediction result he saw in the screening room, and even the opposite.

   Obviously, Mr. Fang Ming's calculation took into account the ugliness of human nature.

   But in the model it deduces, there seems to be only the ugly part.

   That's not to blame.

  After all, in the past century and a half, human beings have shown almost only the ugly side in front of it, and it has become more and more ugly in the trend that can be met, and it is farther and farther away from the first generation of inhabitants who created it...

   But the complexity of man is that man is not something that can be defined by a few simple "labels".

  Those militiamen who haven't been on the battlefield are not real soft-footed shrimp, but the one who escaped with his tail between his tails was Wei Lun wearing power armor.

  The ten-man and one-hundred-man squads who were sent to the city to carry out orders, when they learned that they were carrying out the order of justice, they risked their lives and courage. They also feel hesitant to carry out some "unconventional" orders.

   Especially the centurion named Joey.

  His family members are all "hostages" in the inner city.

   However, when he saw Alyssa with open arms, he finally made the choice to stand on the stand of "people" and decided to "bring victory and glory to his children".

   Instead of letting your choice be a story to be ashamed to mention, let yourself be a shame for the kids to be speechless.

  Sberger simply said what he saw in the screening room.

  Whether it is the past of Boulder City, hundreds of possibilities in the deduction, or tens of thousands of possibilities that you have not read yet.

"...To be honest, let alone Mr. Fang Ming, I also think that the Boulder City must be helpless, but the outcome of the matter surprised me. Maybe it's like I saw a green-haired man in a certain 'ending' What the girl said, we actually have the ability to correct mistakes, we don't really feel superior when we are slaves."

   When he said this, Sberg sighed with relief, and suddenly laughed happily, like a child who had just walked out of the examination room.

   After listening to this long story, Chu Guang was also sincerely happy for these people who had completed their self-redemption, but more than that, he was still afraid for a while.

   He just said it casually, but he didn't expect that he almost killed a kind girl.

   If she didn't pick up that card, she wouldn't be left behind, and if she didn't set herself such a high moral standard, she wouldn't stand up at that time.

   In fact, the lady she rescued was not a good person either.

  Although the end result was not bad, if Sperger was telling the truth, then she was almost standing on a tightrope with bottomless cliffs on both sides.

   That is the abyss of human nature.

  If there was no Workers' Daily, no Workers' Association, and no Bohr's story, and everyone didn't even have anything that could be regarded as a program, or if the guy with the pen in front of him wrote as much as he wanted, the tragedy might have been brought about.

  Chu Guang couldn't help sweating for her.

   It's a miracle she survived...

   Of course, the miracle is more than just her.

  If Fang Ming didn't take action, this guy named Sberg in front of him would definitely die in prison. Being able to be rewarded by two inhuman masters at the same time, and then being fished out by an AI who has awakened "humanity", is simply the luck of winning the lottery jackpot.

  This guy is still alive, and he can sit here in peace and tell stories to himself. This is the greatest miracle of the "Boulder Revolution"!

   "Who is your current leader?" Chu Guang asked the question he was most concerned about.

  Sberg shook his head.

"There is no... Some people propose to imitate the ideal city to have a council without a chairman, which can be regarded as a continuation of the ideal of the first generation residents that there is no living city owner in the giant stone city, but we always feel that the ideal city method is not yet for us. By the time."

   "Your intuition is right," Chu Guang nodded and continued, "To do this is to create a new inner city."

"So it was suggested that the militia and the workers' union would elect their own representatives and take turns to be the city lords... But Joey didn't think it was a good idea to let the militia people be the city lords. He felt that there were speculators hidden in his team. So, we didn't think about it either. Well, first get a crisis office out, fix the constitution, and then slowly transition to the new authority."

   When he said this, Sberg said embarrassedly.

   "They also asked me to ask you...Would you like to take over this mess. We have seen your constitution, and in fact what we want is similar to what you are already doing."

The ideal of   Ideal City is poisonous to the vast majority of wastelanders except themselves, but the Alliance's "survivors unite" is just right for the reborn Boulder City.

   We are only 20 to 30 kilometers apart, and it is too much to distinguish each other.

   However, the baskets stabbed by the inner city residents are too big. They are like poor beggars now. I am really embarrassed to say that please let us live in the same room with you.

   Looking at Sperger, who was nervous, Chu Guang also had mixed feelings in his heart.

   He just wanted to dig a corner, but he didn't expect to dig the whole wall.

certainly.

   He certainly won't leave them alone.

   Let alone 500,000 people, it’s 5 million people. As long as they actively embrace the idea of ​​progress and don’t rush in to make a mess of him and the players’ community, then they are partners on the same front.

   to ask why.

   There is only one reason.

  Because the Alliance is not an Empire, it is a United Front for Human Renewal - an alliance of all survivors united.

   He never forgot what he said, this is a place where survivors gather to warm up.

"welcome!"

  Chu Guang smiled and looked at Sberg, "We welcome you to join the big family of the Alliance. You have made a cut with the past. We are happy to have another comrade-in-arms on the front to end the era of wasteland."

  Sberg looked at him in surprise.

   "You... agree?"

  Chu Guang nodded.

   "But we won't let you join us right away. You are a settlement of 500,000 people. We need a smooth transition. Please understand our difficulties."

  Sberg nodded quickly.

   "I understand! It's not just me... Others will understand. If the gate of the giant wall is opened now, the entire Qingquan City will be full of looters."

   "Not only the looters, but also the wave of the coming year, we need the fortress of the Boulder City to share some pressure," Chu Guang paused and continued, "Who is the representative of the workers' union?"

   "Lovett," said Sberg at once, "we agree that his speech in the newspaper studio played an integral role in mobilizing at least half of the workers and preventing more than half of the atrocities."

  Lovett?

  Chu Guang was stunned for a moment, and said with a strange expression.

   "Is he still a carpenter?"

  Sberger's eyes widened in surprise.

   "Do you know him?"

   "No...it's nothing." Chu Guang shook his head.

   Maybe just a coincidence.

  History is the inevitable result of countless coincidences.

   After a pause, Chu Guang looked at him seriously and said.

"I will give you a copy of our laws, you can ask everyone's opinions and make some supplements. In addition, I will send some commissioners to help you. Among them are the staff of refugee homes, and experts from shelters... They can help you solve some real-world problems."

   "Thank you so much!" Sberg scratched the back of his head and said embarrassedly, "By the way... We still have to choose someone who has an opinion. This is also our consensus, or you can decide."

   "You can decide this kind of thing yourself. The alliance only makes macro-level planning to ensure that the laws of the alliance are normally implemented in accordance with the regulations in each settlement, as well as the military security of each settlement, etc..."

   Looking at Sberg, who was nervous, Chu Guang smiled and continued.

   "Actually, you don't need to ask me for my opinion. You have all done well so far. You can complete the last step and choose a new city lord yourself."

   "Of course, if the new city lord did not do well enough, or betrayed our ideals, I would dismiss him without hesitation."

   If a group of natural minions won, Chu Guang would not give them the power to decide their own destiny, and it would become a power game in the end, and he would not even agree to let them join the alliance.

  Like lions and honey badgers, it is their destiny to follow the alliance as a collaborator. When they figure out when to wake up.

   However, the survivors of Boulder City were still saved. They completed the redemption themselves and took the initiative to shut down the man-eating casino.

   This kind of miracle is unlikely to happen.

   But since it happened, let it continue.

  The first generation of residents of Megalithic City said that there is no living city owner in Megalithic City, so it is better to respect the wishes of those great people.

Sberg felt a little regretful, but felt that what Chu Guang said made sense, and it could also calm some of their distrust of the Alliance—the Workers Union would rather choose a worker to be the city lord than let the Alliance choose a new one for them. 's lord.

   I didn't expect that the Alliance didn't care who among them stood up as a representative, and never thought about riding on their heads as a master.

  Sberg breathed a sigh of relief.

   "Although but... I hope you can take over the militia and those equipment stocks as soon as possible. Joey is a good person, but at this juncture, it is not enough to have good people."

  Chu Guang nodded.

   "No problem, I will transfer the Alliance First Corps and the Burning Corps to maintain order, and complete the rearmament of the Boulder City Militia. In the future, the salaries of those militiamen will be distributed by the Alliance Logistics Department."

  Silver coins have actually been circulated inside and outside the city of Boulder, and the Burning Corps has also entered a part. This work will not be too difficult.

  Sberger nodded in understanding.

   Now there is only one thing he wants to ask...

   "The city owner... I mean that Mr. Fang Ming, is it really gone?"

   He remembered that Fang Ming had told him that he was going to the north bank of Linghu Lake to spend his last time there.

  The Boulder Building collapsed this morning.

   It's definitely gone...

   Seeing the reluctance in Sberg's eyes, Chu Guang thought for a while, and said slowly.

   "My assistant told me that he had no regrets when he went, and I am glad that you have come to an end that he did not envision.

   "If you don't want that gentleman to be disappointed, then take the memory of it and continue to walk towards the new era."

   "That's what you said too... We can't always expect the city owner to solve all problems." Sberg seemed relieved when he said this.

   Looking at the worker who got up and was about to leave, Chu Guang suddenly remembered something and stopped him.

   "By the way, I said I would take you to try on my equipment."

   He almost forgot about such an important thing!

  Sberg, who stopped in his tracks, was stunned for a moment. He didn't seem to expect that the manager would say this, and then he said with tears in his eyes.

   "Ah? Are you serious? I'm very happy to be able to chat with you like this, so that's not necessary."

   He can't stand it.

   But Chu Guang didn't care and walked over with a smile.

   "I'm not kidding, come here, try it out... come with me."

  Sberger nodded with a guilty conscience, followed Chu Guang out of the browsing room, all the way to the elevator entrance on the B3 floor.

   The azure blue power armor was parked there.

   Looking at the open hatch, Sberg carefully got in, and with the help of Chu Guang, closed the armor on his back and the visor of his helmet.

   Looking at this co-worker who has more than doubled his size, Chu Guang said with a smile.

"How does it feel?"

  The blue tin can stood motionless for a long time, and suddenly there was a distressed cry from the armor.

   "I... can't move."

  Chu Guang was stunned for a moment, then slapped the back of his head.

   "Almost forgot... Xiao Qi, increase the engine output of the armor to 100%."

   Xiaoqi's answer came from his ear.

"receive!"

  As the electricity generated by cold fusion poured into various parts of the armor, Sberg wearing the power armor was finally able to move.

   Although he moved a little clumsily, like a drunk.

   Looking at him like this, Chu Guang couldn't help but think of the time when he just got the power armor from Vault 117, and he missed it very much.

  Since breaking through LV30, he usually switches to the most power-saving unpowered mode, and relies on the power of his body to drive the armor.

   After arriving at LV40, he was basically used to the weight of the power armor, and he could walk freely even without the power supply at all.

  Fang Ming turned into a human at the end.

   And he seems to be getting further and further away from the identity of "human"...

   After experiencing the feeling of infinite power for a while, Sperger drilled out of the tin can.

   moved his aching arm, he looked at Chu Guang with an expression of hesitating to speak, but in the end he couldn't help the surprise in his heart, and asked in a low voice.

   "You... don't you usually turn on the power?"

  Chu Guang smiled and said modestly.

   "Open it when necessary."

  "Unbelievable..." Sperger looked at him in amazement, his eyes bulging out, "You can actually wear it as clothes."

   How strong is this guy? !

   His story is still too conservative, maybe even Boll wearing power armor is not his opponent...

  Chu Guang lightly patted Sberg on the shoulder and said with a laugh.

   "So it turns out that the Awakened can defeat the power armor, take this news back and tell your fellow workers."

   "Your title is not exaggerated at all!"

  …

  Boulder City.

   On the square at the junction of the inner city and the outer city, a group of disgraced people stood.

   They are all inner city residents with black cards.

   And outside them, surrounded by a group of militiamen with guns.

  It is worth mentioning that Weilun, the captain of the Thousandth Team, was found.

   This coward was wearing power armor, hid in a warehouse in the outer city, and blocked the door. It is estimated that he was planning to escape from the city when the limelight passed, but he forgot to turn off the locator.

   is also a joke, he who has never even been a supervising team, doesn't even remember that his power armor has that function.

   The militiamen who occupied the command post quickly found him based on the location information.

   He was the first to order the shooting, and although his men raised the muzzle, protesting residents still killed some.

   He knelt on the square with his face ashen, his eyes were blank, and he didn't know whether he was regretting the original order, or he was regretting not wearing power armor to fight stubbornly.

   Maybe pull a few back pads…

maybe.

   By the way, he was more fortunate to be able to kneel here and beg for forgiveness.

   Zhao Yongxu, the head of the militia regiment, died at the hands of a mercenary who cared about his property when he was fleeing. And Joey's immediate boss, Russell, didn't even have a chance to put on the power armor, and was shot and killed by his subordinates during the mutiny.

   He was the only one left of the five thousand commanders.

  Although the only one kneeling was Captain Wei Lun, most of the inner city residents were standing, but their faces were still pale.

   There are a total of 1,507 residents with black cards, including four or five hundred people under the age of 16, and more than 300 people over the age of 60.

   All await their verdict from the angry residents.

   Accompanied by several co-workers, Alyssa found her family at the corner of the square and ran over anxiously.

   "Mom! Brother!"

  Worfield stared intently at Eliza who was running towards him, silently without answering, suddenly raised his hand and slapped her hard.

"Snapped-!"

  I hadn't slept all night, and Aliza's head was already buzzing. The slap directly stunned her, she fell on her side, and sat on the ground dumbfounded.

   Warfield was quickly pinned to the ground by two militiamen, and Joey, who was furious, went up and gave him a kick, cursing the bastard.

  Worfiel, who was pinned to the ground, didn't seem to see a single glance, spit at Aliza, and his **** face twisted into a ball.

   "Go away! We don't have you in our family! Stay away!"

   Covering her stinging face, Alyssa stared blankly at the hysterical Warfield, tears oozing out of her eyes again.

   But she didn't cry.

"elder brother…"

   "You're crazy! She's your sister—" Keishu stared at his brother angrily, and went up to help Alyssa up from the ground, but was firmly held by his mother beside him.

  Gernes shook his head and glanced pleadingly at his younger son.

   She doesn't know why.

  The moment she was surrounded by those servants, she felt that she was doomed.

   But seeing that Alyssa was fine, she suddenly felt less afraid in her heart.

   It's not bad if one survives.

   Hope those people just shoot her and don't do superfluous things...

   "Enough! Are you going to kill people?"

The    loud voice scolded the militiamen who had beaten Warfiel.

  Lovette strode to the man with a bruised nose and a swollen face. He wanted to reach out and pull him up, but seeing the twisted smile, he stopped again.

   "I'm ashamed of you, sir." Lovett looked at the poor creature with pity.

   Now, he still thinks everyone is as ugly as him.

"Then you will kill me!" Pooh spit out **** spit, and Warfir stared at him, then glanced at the militia around him, and suddenly laughed, "Shoot, kill me! "

   As if he knew where he was going, he was not afraid at all.

  Lovett looked him straight in the eyes.

   "I wouldn't do that."

   "Why! Shoot! Why don't you shoot!" Warfield was silent at first, then suddenly shouted like crazy, reaching out to grab his shoes, but was dodged.

  Lovett kicked his dirty hands away, the pity in his eyes gradually turned into contempt.

   "Why? Are you still asking this question?"

   "How many times do I have to say it because we are not you."

   Warfield was stunned.

   This sentence sounds familiar.

   It seems like someone said the same thing to him yesterday…

   Are these people dating?

  Why even the tone of voice is exactly the same...

   Lovett continued calmly.

"If we're going to kill you, it must be because you have broken our laws since the sun rises today, not because I want to chop you up and feed the dogs, so I shoot you. Although I bet , people like you must have taken their words as farts, but we are not you."

  Worfield opened his mouth swollen into a sausage, looking like he lost his soul, staring blankly at the bearded man.

  Lovette paused and continued.

   "We have a program, it is not perfect, but we do what we say, we only need a new beginning, then we only need a beginning."

   "We will confiscate your ill-gotten wealth. After all, it was plundered from us. Don't try to argue with us, we are working on it."

   "And from now on, you are citizens of Boulder, and you have to find a job to support yourself."

   "Of course, if you're afraid of us, get out of here with your luggage!"

   Taking one last look at the huddled poor creature, Lovett said contemptuously.

   "These fists should be used as a lesson. Beating others in the street, and in front of the guards, according to the crisis management regulations, we should whip you."

  He helped Alyssa up and instructed the doctor to take her to rest. Then, holding a trumpet, he walked to the residents of the inner city.

   he shouted in a loud voice.

   "Inner city residents, listen up!"

   "This is a joint decision of the militia and the workers' union and the crisis office, and now you have two options."

"One is to take the initiative to confess your property in Boulder City, take the initiative to hand over everything you took from us, and then start over with us as a citizen of Boulder City, and there will be no inner city and outer city from now on. difference!"

   "Or, if you don't trust us, then get out of here with your luggage and go to the wasteland to find your ideal country!"

“Of course, we will liquidate your assets, and you will need to explain where every large deposit in your account comes from and where every large payment goes. jail time!"

   After saying these words, Lovett beckoned, and several Crisis Office staff set up a table in the square, letting these gentlemen who lost their black cards decide their own destiny.

   Bonnie's crying eyes turned red.

   This upheaval almost cost her everything.

   Her husband died, her brother also died, her family...more than half of the top militia officers died last night.

  She held the hand of her youngest son Kumit tightly, and her eyes blurred by tears were filled with despair and confusion about the future.

   "Why are they so cruel..."

  What should I do in the future?

  The outside is a wasteland that eats people…

  The same is true for Kumit. After losing his friends, he can no longer see the youthful frivolity and high-spiritedness on his face.

   He looked around nervously, his teeth trembling with fear.

   Last night, his father called him to go to the conference hall.

   He hid under the covers and shivered in the dark until dawn the next day, when he heard from his mother about his father's death...

   Perhaps his father was the real "smart man", who went far with that "splendid" era and went back to accompany the grandfathers of his ancestors.

   I should also be damned in that collapsed building.

   But he couldn't muster the courage...

   Looking at the crying pitiful bastards, the electrician standing next to Lovett couldn't help but scolded.

   "Damn... give them a good time, a bunch of cowards!"

  Lovett shrugged.

   "I understand your mood, but you also think about the outer city residents who hid in the inner city."

   The electrician frowned.

   "What does it have to do with them, they are the hostages of those people, we have long decided not to settle accounts with them."

"They became hostages after the militia revolted," Lovett corrected him, looking at him. "They were also the accomplices of the inner city nobles, or licked Grandpa Stephen's shoes and whips, or why did they Can they hide at that time? Could it be that the master rewarded them with kindness?"

  The electrician stopped talking, thinking about it and thinking it made some sense. Logic is never one-sided, but has both positive and negative sides.

  Lovett sighed.

"To liquidate 'them', we have to liquidate 'them', endless 'them'. First we have to liquidate the militias who accidentally killed civilians in the riots, the ones who did bad things but stopped, and then the ones who stood in line Incomplete, watching the atrocities of Stephen's gentlemen remain silent... Enough is enough, we are not absolutely good people, we have been silent, and even almost became them."

   "We've wiped out all of Sir Stephen, and they're our ghosts now. Come on, you and I don't want to see those dirty things nailed in the coffin roll back."

   This is also the reason why he didn't kill Warfiel.

   Of course he has the right to do this. At most, Alyssa will cry again, but more people will cheer, and those who feel inappropriate will not say anything, but will just keep their mouths shut and be silent in the correct atmosphere.

   He understands a simple truth. Nutritional cream and cake are things that really exist in the world. They have nothing to do with reality and fairy tales, just the number of them.

   However, if you want both the sweetness of the cake and the fullness of the nutritional cream, that is a real unrealistic fairy tale.

  Crossing the boundary and not crossing the boundary, they can only choose from them in the end. It is unrealistic and delusional to go beyond and not to go beyond, or to choose a part of it.

  Boll has countless chances to become Master Stephen, he has the strength, but he only has one chance to become Boll.

  Lovett knows a lot of things that Alyssa doesn't.

The militia did not defect because of her tears or her loveliness. Most militiamen proposed a month ago to pay their salaries in dinars or silver coins, but they were rejected. The reason here.

There are not bad people in their team. Those people took advantage of the riot to rob some residents, but most people let them go laughing and crying after finding out that these residents were poor ghosts like themselves. Soldiers and the ultimate union.

   The Workers Association said on the radio that the past was written off and they would keep their promises.

The    militia group didn't speak, but it didn't mean that the soldiers couldn't see, the pair of eyes staring at them were not without vigilance.

  According to the old accounts of the nobles, those soldiers are supportive, they don't like those masters, and they don't mind turning a blind eye.

   But this kind of thing has one and two, until which day does it count?

   Do you want to count them too?

   In any case, this is not a good signal for them, and once there is a crack in the trust, a bigger disaster will be brewing.

  Lovett remembered every word he said.

   They want to establish a law that everyone abides by, and completely cut from the past. From now on, everyone will live in the sunshine of the new era, and be wary that this settlement will turn into a dark jungle again.

   At this time, a militiaman came over.

   "Comrade Lovett, someone at the door wants to see you."

  Lovett looked at him and asked.

"Who?"

   The militia answered.

   "Melvin, he brought five truckloads of food and groceries, which he should have bought from the Union... He begged us to spare his family."

  Lovett narrowed his eyes.

   "This is a deal?"

   The militiaman shook his head.

   "It shouldn't be. He gave us the food first, and then knelt on the ground and begged us for mercy... I pulled him up, the guy felt like crazy."

  Lovett was silent for a while, but his eyes were not so sharp.

"Tell him that we didn't forget the fire five years ago, and that other people did more **** than that, and we'll nail their past to history with the collapsed building. on the pillar of shame."

   "But the liquidation ends here."

   Even if you kill Master Stephen, there will not be too many corpses on the street, and some flies will be added.

   But now, they are united—

   All Master Stephens will be afraid of them!

  Lovett has no doubts, and is absolutely convinced...

  …

   After completing the liquidation of the residents of the inner city, the upheaval of the Stone City was completely over, and everyone began to clean up the mess on the ground.

   With their backs facing the noon sun, people dragged some frozen corpses out of the snow.

   Among them were men, women, children and old people. Some were found on the street, while others were dragged from alleys.

  In addition to mourning, all people can do seems to be to engrave this tragic memory on their tombstones and go on with their share.

   At this time, someone suddenly suggested that the city is so short of food, it is better to do it more thoroughly and let them truly become part of our body.

   This is an extremely ugly and bad idea, but realistically speaking, this settlement of more than half a million people doesn't seem to have much choice.

   The fruiting bodies of slime molds provide too few nutrients, and there is no way to hunt that thing on a large scale in winter.

  People do crazy things when they are hungry. In a sense, those looters are people who have gone mad in the wasteland.

   They did not become the new masters.

   But at the moment in danger of becoming something else…

   Fortunately, things took a new turn.

   They are not as isolated as they were a century and a half ago, their nearest neighbors are 20 to 30 kilometers away from the city.

   Just when people were hesitating whether to send their dead compatriots into the nutrition ointment transformation furnace, an amazing piece of good news suddenly came from outside the gate of the giant wall—

  The Alliance is here!