This Game Is Too Realistic

The snow is getting heavier and heavier.

The roaring cold wind rolled up the silvery sky, and the snowflakes falling from the heaven seemed to engulf every subject who looked up at it.

Joey, wearing a heavy-duty exoskeleton, looked up at the low sky.

Is it because it's getting dark?

The clouds seemed to be getting lower and lower.

For a moment, he suddenly felt that this settlement was like a well, and everyone trapped in the well was like a beast, eager to bite off a piece of meat from other beasts...

"Alyssa found it!"

The voice coming from the communication channel interrupted Joey's thoughts.

The technical team operating the military drone has locked Alyssa's coordinates, and the location is displayed in an alley leading to the outer city.

Aerial footage came next.

Seeing her standing with a group of mobs, Joey's heart tightened. He quickly tapped his helmet with his index finger and shouted an order.

"Attention, teams, the target location has been uploaded to your terminals. We must bring her back to her parents before the situation becomes irreversible."

"action!"

A uniform reply came from the communication channel.

"receive!"

Without any further pause, Joey waved his hand and rushed towards the alley with his men behind him.

The girl was about the same age as his daughter.

Although he doesn't like some of Malvern's practices, which make everyone's life "both rich and poor", the child is innocent.

No matter what, he still hoped that Alyssa could return to her parents safely.

He made a promise to his children.

He will be their example.

He will bring victory and glory back...

…

In the alley.

The girl, frozen by the wind and snow, slowly knelt on the ground.

"sorry……"

She lowered her head, her red eyes filled with sadness.

"My father, mother, sister, and brothers have done many outrageous things. You must be extremely angry..."

"I can understand the anger in your hearts. If someone does something very bad to the people around me, I will also be very angry... I'm sorry."

"I know it's useless to apologize. Things have happened countless times, and the ending every time is perfunctory. You guys can't bear it anymore, so you stand up... Although, I know it's too late, but I still I want to say that I am truly, truly sorry.”

"I will not beg you to give me another chance. You can hit me or scold me if you want..."

"I won't say anything, and I won't blame you."

His red eyes were filled with tears, and big teardrops fell on the snow.

She knew it was bad to cry.

Even when she was most helpless, she didn't cry.

But at this moment, besides crying, she didn't know what to do.

No matter what she said, no one would really listen, and she really had no choice.

The 1 silver coin card is also very cute.

However, she couldn't even convince her father, mother, brother... so how could she convince others?

A man with a beard walked up to her. He was wearing very torn clothes, and his pants were stained with ash and sawdust.

Feeling the shadow cover her, Alyssa's shoulders trembled with her eyes closed tightly, she shrank her neck, and prepared herself for a beating.

But the man didn't beat her or kick her out. He just bent down and picked up something and handed it over.

"Give."

The eyelashes blurred by tears opened a crack, and looking at what came into view, surprise gradually appeared in Alyssa's eyes.

It was the rag doll she dropped on the floor.

"You dropped your toy, take it...it's pretty, even prettier than my girl's dress. It's a pity that it got dirty."

The man muttered.

Alyssa hesitated and did not stretch out her hand. The man didn't waste any words and pressed it directly into her hand, looking at her eyes widened in surprise.

"Listen, we don't want to burn down your house and make a big fuss and steal everything inside. Sperger often told us when he was reading the newspaper that we have to unite and go get it. Return what originally belongs to us...our remuneration, our dignity, he never said let us grab other people's wallets."

"We're not going to turn into you."

"If we become the new Sir Stephen, more Bol will stand up against us in the future and do what we are doing again... This cycle will never end."

The man stretched out his hand and pulled her up from the snow.

"My name is Lovett, a carpenter."

"I'm glad you stood up and scolded those lunatics. You are a good girl and have done an amazing thing. On behalf of the workers, I sincerely thank you. We will send you back to your parents."

"Then……"

Lovett turned back to look at the crowd behind him and shouted with all his strength, like a true awakener.

"We will do what Bol should do!"

That was the slogan when the workers first made up their mind.

They left their mark on Kent, drew a clear line with the traitors in the team, and made their position clear.

This is not an atrocity without a program!

They are not going to be Master Stephen!

And do what Bol should do!

As long as they unite——

All Stephen masters will be afraid!

Just like now——

Everything changes after victory!

There was a commotion in the crowd, and people seemed to remember something. After a short silence, more and more people raised their hands.

"That's right!"

"We're going to do what Bol should do!"

They endorsed his declaration.

I don't know how these people suddenly had a common language. The man with the scar on his mouth widened his eyes, stared at these crazy guys in disbelief, and shouted hysterically.

"...Are you crazy?!"

"This is an uprising! Do you know what an uprising means?!"

"Take a step back. If you want Siberg, why don't you just use this guy as a hostage in exchange? You actually want to stand with her! You want to send her back!"

"Childish!! Stupid!!"

He was a mercenary with endless strength, and he might be awakening soon. He roared hysterically with a louder voice than usual, trying to make these people "wake up".

His reason for joining the team was simple. It had nothing to do with Sperger or Bread. He just wanted to find fun that he couldn't usually find with those glamorous guys.

For example, the female bank clerk with exquisite makeup was pretty good. She suited his taste both in appearance and temperament, and was completely different from those stinky wastelanders outside. If everyone wanted to cause trouble for that little girl, he could treat her well.

Aren't these guys eager to hang all the nobles on the giant wall?

Why can't I do it all of a sudden?

besides--

What is that Bol? !

Why do they all listen to him?

More and more people left the most powerful guy and stood with the guy named Lovett.

Maybe among the countless possibilities, they sided with the real thugs, but at least at the moment they didn't want to.

They want to be on the side that they believe is right.

Lovett stared at the mercenary-looking man intently and spoke word by word.

"Those are two different things."

"We want to rescue our workers, but we will not make our rescued partners feel ashamed, or even ashamed to associate with us."

The man with the scar on the corner of his mouth who was looked at by pairs of eyes took a step back unconsciously, as did his companion.

In fact, they sincerely despise these honest people who work hard and endure exploitation. They would rather work in a factory than fight for a way out in the wasteland.

Of course, he himself is not a good person. Most of the time, he takes the old man's bargaining chip and acts as his lackey.

However, at this moment, facing a group of united workers, he really couldn't muster the courage to fight with them.

He had strength, and so did they.

He had weapons and so did they.

He threatened in a weak voice.

"Your naivety will get you killed..."

Looking at this coward, Lovett sneered.

"Then die more vigorously."

Maybe being a smart guy can lead a stable life, or even become a glamorous elite. No matter how bad things are, you can become "Ken" with 25 chips.

But what a pity.

They were not born that way!

Unable to hear the people's quarrels, the woman standing in the snow stared at the little girl intently, with complex emotions changing in her eyes.

There was guilt, regret, and a hint of deep despair.

Her job is definitely over...

No, not just work.

And the life ahead.

Little Alyssa will definitely complain to her father.

If Mr. Malvern knew that he had betrayed his most precious little daughter, he would definitely sell her to a cave dwelling where she would never see the light of day.

It would be nice if this nuisance died——

"boom--!"

Suddenly there was a gunshot in the distance.

Not long after she stood up, she screamed and squatted on the ground like a frightened rabbit.

People looked in the direction where the gunfire came from and saw a group of heavily armed soldiers wearing exoskeletons standing at the end of the alley.

Looking at the ragged survivors and Alyssa standing among them, a trace of anger flashed in Joey's eyes.

He raised his rifle and fired a few blank shots, then aimed at Lovett, who was staring at him intently, and roared.

"Let her go!"

"Or you will all die!"

These people can no longer be called demonstrators.

They are a bunch of thugs!

His men may be merciful to the unarmed survivors, but they will never show mercy to these thugs.

"stop--!"

Alyssa suddenly stood up and opened her arms to block everyone. There was fear in her pupils, but she did not retreat.

Joey looked at her in surprise and shouted.

"Come here, Alyssa! Stay away from those thugs!"

"No!"

Alyssa looked at him firmly, her arms spread across the cold wind without wavering, "They are not thugs, they are all survivors of Boulder City!"

"I want to stand with them."

"Let's go and tell the residents of the inner city clearly!"

Joey looked at her blankly, turned off the safety of the rifle, and cried out.

"Are you crazy?! Do you know what you are doing?!"

The soldiers behind him were also stunned for a while, exchanging glances with each other and whispering quietly in the communication channel.

"Is her brain frozen?"

"Speak clearly to the residents of the inner city? Is there anything else to say?"

"I bet her daddy would whip her ass with a belt."

"But...she is also a resident of the inner city."

"So what? She's not that big at all. She's so old and she's still holding a doll."

Lovett was the same, staring blankly at the little girl's back.

"Stand with us, please..."

Alyssa looked at Joey intently, with a hint of pleading in her voice, and suddenly knelt on the ground.

"No matter what you say about me, I'm fine..."

"This is our last chance."

…

It's not just Boulder City that's covered in heavy snow, but also Shuguang City, which is only twenty or thirty kilometers away.

Walking out of the Union Building in despair, Malvern seemed to have lost his soul, leaving footprints on the snow that would soon be submerged.

At this time, his most valued eldest son was probably making a last-ditch effort at the meeting... but it was of no use.

He wouldn't have to come here to plead with a hard-hearted guy if he could convince everyone to take one less bite.

"Can you give me a cigarette?"

Lu Bei, who was following him, said expressionlessly.

"I don't smoke that stuff."

He hates this guy.

This guy is like a chameleon. He is white when lying in the snow, black when he crawls under the stove, and turns green again in spring.

It is precisely because Boulder City is full of "smart people" like this guy that the arrogant Boulder City turns a blind eye to the wasteland separated by a wall.

not only that.

Intuition told Lu Bei that this guy hated his most respected manager from the bottom of his heart, and he hated him from the bottom of his heart.

But it doesn’t matter.

The disgust of shameless people is also a kind of medal.

Managers always tell him that they can just go their own way and don't have to wait for others to evaluate them.

"Don't smoke that thing? Haha... It's really not a good thing. If you get it, you can't quit it. If you can't help it, don't touch it."

It would have been better if it hadn't been there in the first place.

Malvin laughed to himself and shook his head.

Innocence is getting colder and colder.

I wish I had worn more clothes when I went out.

He walked towards the outside of the Alliance Building, and when he saw the young man carrying a gun following him, he couldn't help but frown and asked.

"How long will you stay with me?"

Lu Bei replied expressionlessly.

"The manager said, let me keep an eye on you until the chaos that happened in Boulder City ends, or you leave the alliance completely."

Malvern raised his eyebrows.

"That's it?"

Lu Bei continued.

"He also said that if you want to die, he will fish you out and throw you outside to die."

Malvin was stunned for a moment, then said with a smile.

"That I'm that kind of person in his heart... I'm honored, really."

"He said that you did not take your family to escape from Boulder City, but you still have a little sense of responsibility in your heart."

After hearing this answer, Malvin said disdainfully.

"Maybe I'm just obsessed with the power there, the power that's comparable to the emperor... After all, you can't give me that kind of thing."

"Who cares about you," Lu Bei didn't care about his words and didn't bother to care. "At least in the alliance, no one can be the emperor."

Malvin chuckled and asked maliciously.

"Including your managers?"

Lu Bei said indifferently.

"He said he would slowly give us back the power he borrowed from us, and then he kept looking at us until he closed his eyes."

He remembered every word Chu Guang said.

Although Lu Bei felt that instead of letting the cunning jackal in front of him take care of him, it would be better for that adult to hold the power in his own hands forever.

He swore that he would always be loyal, and that he would be his sword and willing to eliminate all those who opposed him.

Be it a shelter dweller.

Still a wastelander.

Looking at this not very smart boy, Malvin sneered.

"What happens after he closes his eyes?"

Lu Bei said calmly.

"I watched for him."

"Are you leaving too?"

"Everyone will watch for him," Lu Bei said impatiently, "You don't need to worry about our affairs, just like we don't bother to worry about your nonsense."

Malvin chuckled and stopped talking.

He felt that there was actually no difference between the league and them. They both had a magnificent beginning and a promising future.

Of course, this may just be his personal opinion.

On the bright side, they still have some differences.

The extreme climate in the wasteland is slowly improving, and the death claws that were considered untamable are gradually being tamed...

Boulder City has been trapped in that cage for a long time, but they are still actively trying to get out. I heard that they even went as far as the desert.

It was a place he had never been to in his life, and he had only recently heard of such a place.

Maybe the Alliance will have a different ending than Boulder City.

For a moment, Malvern suddenly didn't hate the idealist so much.

Even the slime molds are progressing, but they're trapped in a towering well, repeating the cycle endlessly.

Even if the Alliance lets them go, a few hundred years from now there will be a guy "not named Malvern, but better than Malvern", humbly kneeling in front of the wastelanders outside the giant wall, pleading with them. Hold your hand high...

This is too tiring.

End it soon.

"... Before I came to the Alliance, I opened an account for Alyssa," Malvern's Adam's apple twitched. "There are some silver coins in it, which will be enough for her to have enough food and clothing for the rest of her life."

Lu Bei frowned.

"who is she."

"My daughter," looking at the young man beside him, Malvern's voice suddenly had a hint of pleading, "please tell the manager that she is innocent. That child has always lived in a fairy tale world. Let's go. Please don’t implicate her in the future, at least don’t blame her.”

Money alone is useless.

He knows better than anyone that money is insignificant in the face of power.

The administrator only needs one word to confiscate all her property.

For example, declare that the deposits belong to all the residents of Boulder City, and then throw her to the angry mob.

The adult didn't even have to do a bad thing.

People will applaud his correctness and wisdom.

No one will delve into whether a piece of falling dust is innocent.

Looking at this ugly guy, Lu Bei curled his lips.

"Don't worry, we are different from you. We are too lazy to settle old accounts that will never be settled, and we are too lazy to pay attention to you."

"The administrator said that what we want to end is the wasteland, not a certain person."

Malvin breathed a sigh of relief.

Just treat this sentence as true.

Too……

At least they are still young now, and they still need to use their high-sounding kindness to deceive the wastelanders who have never seen the world.

However, before he had time to rejoice, Lu Bei's next words made his heart rise to his throat again.

"As for your ending, that is a matter for the residents of Boulder City to decide. You have talked so much nonsense, but your family is actually still inside."

"I heard that you are surrounded by your own people."

Having said that, Lu Bei didn't want to talk nonsense with this guy.

But seeing that desperate expression and thinking that this guy was also a father besides being a bastard, he couldn't help but say something more.

"Why don't you do something good? You would rather kneel down for us than beg for forgiveness from your own people."

Malvern shook his head and muttered to himself as if he was lost.

"You don't understand, it's too late."

He simply could not imagine what would happen to his family in the hands of those thugs.

He could only pray that the people in the inner city would guard the door, make the right decisions in voting, and get through this occasional disaster safely.

"Have you ever done that?" Lu Bei gave him a look of disdain. "You didn't do anything. You just muttered that it was too late."

I really want to grab this old guy by the collar and punch him.

The manager was indeed right.

These guys are completely hopeless...

…

Standing in the center of the blizzard, the atmosphere in the conference hall was as boiling as a roaring fire.

When Fang Ming shouted "shame" angrily, the nobles in the conference hall were all startled. Some ran for the door, some squatted on the ground with their heads in their hands, and some simply lay down and pretended to be dead...

The same was true for Sid. He didn't even care about his beloved S-coin trading machine and huddled under the table in panic.

The AI ​​that controls the entire monolithic building suddenly goes berserk. This kind of thing has never happened in history, and no one knows what will happen.

Sid was shivering so much that his pants almost got wet.

However, the expected strafing and explosions did not come, as if nothing happened.

He swallowed and nervously put his head out of the table. He saw faces filled with the same fear as his, but there was no trace of the city lord.

It disappears.

It's like it never happened...

"What the hell..."

Sid cursed, climbed out from under the table, found the trading device immediately, and finally breathed a sigh of relief when he found that the curve was still in the sky.

Is that insane AI just here to scare them?

The conference hall became noisy again.

Compared with the group of poor people outside, they now have one more problem to solve, and everyone's faces are full of anxiety.

"Damn... is that AI broken?!"

"Giving weapons to AI is indeed a wrong decision!"

"Anyway... let's vote to surrender its guns first."

"Vote yes! I heard that he also has a super weapon. It seems to be quite powerful, the kind that can wipe half of the city center off the ground!"

"Get that thing back! Give our neighbor a shot!"

"Wait, that won't do any good. We can threaten them and ask them to give us some protection money every year..."

"Quiet! Quiet!"

Suddenly, an unprecedented rude voice sounded in the conference hall.

All the nobles subconsciously stopped shouting and looked in the direction of the sound, and then their eyes widened in unison.

Especially Sid.

When he saw Siberg's face, his eyes were so round that he wanted to fall out of his sockets.

Isn't this guy dead? !

He specially asked the killer to be found outside. I heard that the wastelander cut him into eight pieces in the prison, and his blood was everywhere.

"Hey, I know you hate me, but there's no need to be so surprised," Sperger shrugged, "Yes, I don't have a black card. Your city lord invited me in."

One noble swallowed.

"Aren't you dead?"

"I'm sorry to disappoint you. I'm really going to die. It's just 1 second away...maybe less than a second." Sperger sighed.

Although he knew that the person who wanted to kill him was sitting here, for some reason he suddenly couldn't hate him anymore.

"Is it Fang Ming who fished you out?" Sid narrowed his eyes and stared at this little person whose name he couldn't remember.

"Yes, Mr. Ibbers' robot saved me. She was so skilled that she kicked the awakened one away with one kick, and then..."

He wanted to describe the scene at that time, but thought that the occasion was inappropriate, so he smiled awkwardly and said sheepishly.

"Sorry, I've been telling stories these days... it's an occupational disease."

Warfield frowned and looked at this man who shouldn't be in the meeting.

"What's Fang Ming's reason for doing this?"

"I was about to say this," Sperger cleared his throat and looked at everyone sitting at the conference table with pity, "It's a pity that you lost."

There was an uproar in the conference hall.

The nobleman with shoe prints on his face struggled to stand up, glared at him and yelled angrily.

"You're talking nonsense! Stop talking so shamelessly! We just encountered a little trouble, we haven't seen any big storms or waves!"

This time no one threw leather shoes at him, even the old noble who kicked him stood on his side.

"That's right! What do you know!"

"Yes, I don't quite understand what you plan to discuss," Sperger glanced at the vast conference hall, sighed and continued, "My statement is not accurate enough. It's not that you lost, but all of us... it's all over."

The noise in the conference hall became more and more intense, and it was obvious that they did not want to hear his continued nonsense.

Some stood up and scolded him, some spat at him, and some threw another leather shoe at him. But these people have long been drained of their bodies by drinking and sex. How could they be his opponents in a real fight?

Most of the spit landed on the back of the person in front of him. Siberg easily dodged the flying shoes, sighed, and prepared to turn around and leave.

However, a voice from behind suddenly stopped him.

"Wait a moment!"

Sperger stopped and looked back at Warfield.

He didn't know this man, but he was probably one of the smarter ones. As for why, it may be the creator’s intuition.

Warfield narrowed his eyes at him.

"What do you mean it's over?"

"Literally," Sperger shrugged, "Look outside, there are people who are against you outside. They gave you a black card, and of course you can take it back. In fact, you always have a chance, but It’s a pity that you lost, and you took us with you.”

He had seen countless possibilities for the future in the screening room.

In fact, in the distant past, they had a chance, and it was a chance for everyone to embrace a brighter future, and the probability was infinitely close to 100%.

However, just as the Wasteland Era finally replaced the Prosperity Era, people always seem to be unable to escape the curse engraved in their genes. In countless choices, they will always move towards the 1% that is almost inevitable.

Fang Ming kept watching, and helplessly watched as the opportunities became smaller and smaller, and the possibilities gradually closed towards the darkest corner.

Until the end, when my younger self stood in the screening room, there was not even one ending that could be called a good ending among the more than two hundred possibilities.

Having existed for two centuries, it probably feels more despair than anyone else. Perhaps as it confesses, this endless journey has become a torture for it.

Like an endless loop that cannot be ended...

Sperger suddenly sympathized with it.

"You mean those poor guys?" Sid looked at Sberg, raised the bridge of his nose, and said disdainfully, "What can those people accomplish? They will soon be wiped out by the militia."

"Yes, this is indeed the case in 'A Ending', but after all, it is not a machine that really predicts the future. What's more, he finally broke his promise and asked Ibbers to save me, so that we left An ending that no one had imagined..." Sperger sighed, "Actually, I'm also very curious about where our destiny will go in the end."

Warfield frowned.

He couldn't understand what this guy was saying.

What kind of A ending...

What predicts the future…

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Sudden laughter sounded in the conference hall.

Sid stood up tremblingly, clutching the trading device tightly, staring at Sperger with his bulging eyes, and said with a sinister smile.

"The black card was given to us by the residents of the outer city? Ridiculous! You have been talking nonsense there since just now. I tell you, the black card is the black card, and the supreme power is our birthright! You poor people What do ghosts know?"

"I'll tell you again! Even if you break through the gate of the inner city, you won't be able to enter this building! The endless drones and self-propelled firepower will crush you all into a pulp!"

Sid stared at Sperger, as if to prove something, and yelled like crazy, "Including you! Don't think that everything will be fine if you escape by chance! We just need to vote to take back control of the building's security system. , you will be the first to die——"

"Haven't you noticed yet?" Sberg looked at this snarky guy with pity, "Your city lord has left. He has formatted himself, including the weapons system of this building. You can vote if you want." Hurry up and vote...ah, that's right."

Then, as if he suddenly remembered something, he suddenly opened his mouth and continued.

"Not only did the weapon fail, it also set a self-destruct program - of course, this was not actually set by it, but by a certain first-generation resident a long, long time ago."

"In order to prevent the AI ​​from overstepping its bounds, the resident wrote in its code that when it violates the safety regulations that must not be violated and interferes in the internal affairs of the survivors, the self-destruction program will be activated. Its data will be formatted, The Rock Building will also be blown up...but don't worry, the countdown is forty-eight hours, and even counting from the day I was 'disappeared' by you, the remaining time is enough for you to evacuate."

There was an uproar in the conference hall.

People looked at each other in panic, their eyes filled with disbelief and fear. This sentence was never mentioned in the ancestral teachings.

Boulder Building...

Is it going to collapse? !

What about the black cards in their hands?

Looking at the panicked nobles, Sperger continued helplessly.

"Do you know? Although it doesn't want to admit it, I think... that city lord actually loves you. Of course, that includes me and all the humans protected by Boulder City."

"After all, it kept its promise until the end. It only needed to move its little finger to wipe you and me off this planet. And the only time it broke its contract was to save me... In that case, save I actually saved you."

"I'm not bragging. If I die, you will definitely not survive. No one can help you escape the reckoning except me."

What a great city lord.

Siberg suddenly felt a little sad.

After seeing that historical image, he suddenly understood that Mr. Fang Ming had been using the holographic image of its designer when he was young as its external image.

Even though people here have completely sealed off the screening room, it is still trying to awaken the memories of people here in a way that does not violate its oath.

Pity.

Humans are such ugly things with short memories.

He could understand its anger—

The designer gave them the best works, but left the ugliest ones to protect.

And it waited in darkness for more than a century.

In the end, I didn’t wait for that familiar figure to come back...

Sperger wanted to say sorry and thank you for your hard work, but unfortunately it is no longer here.

Sid was completely dumbfounded, sitting at the conference table dumbfounded, like other aristocratic gentlemen, like pigs being stared at by fans.

Warfield stared at Sperger, having no time to care about this poor guy's rudeness, and asked one word at a time.

"Why are you telling us...that the Rock will explode?"

This guy has absolutely no motive for doing this.

He could obviously hide it from everyone and watch them die.

Warfield couldn't help but suspect that there might be fraud or some other plot.

"Why……"

Siberg thought seriously for a while and shook his head.

"have no idea."

In fact, even if he hadn't said anything, the evacuation broadcast would have sounded when there were only twelve hours left, and the building would have collapsed on time tomorrow evening.

Warfield looked at Sperger blankly, confused by his straightforwardness.

"have no idea?!"

"Well," Sperger nodded, "If you have to say why..."

"Maybe, because I'm not you."

…

Just as Sperger said, Fang Ming completely disappeared.

No matter how the noble gentlemen in the conference hall called its name and begged it to stop the self-destruction process, it stopped paying attention.

At the last moment, it seemed to want to be alone for a while.

Sid was completely dumbfounded.

He thought about the possibility that the chips might become a piece of paper, but he didn't expect that his black card... would also become a piece of paper in a physical sense.

Why?

Why blow up the Rock?

He wanted to ask his ancestors why they had to do things so absolutely, and why they were so cruel to their children without leaving any room for maneuver... But he didn't even know where to go to the grave.

The giant that had stood for two centuries finally reached its last moment. People outside the giant wall were sharpening their knives, anxiously and patiently waiting for the moment when their prey fell.

After factories, weapons and women, the militiamen at the city gate began to sell one last thing - their power and responsibility.

To put it simply, as long as you give enough dinars and Cr or silver coins, you can receive a militia uniform and go in to do whatever they want.

The city lord will take care of them, and they don’t want to stay here anyway.

The wasteland is so big.

The worst he could do was wander outside and continue eating people in another place.

However, due to a group of vultures waiting for the price, the price of tickets became cheaper and cheaper, with several discounts in a row.

Some players live broadcast the situation in the settlement on the forum.

The First Thousand Team has defected.

Parts of the Second, Third, and Fourth Thousand-man teams also mutinied one after another.

The situation in the city is like a pot of boiling water, and it has reached the last moment.

However, what surprised all the players was that the chaos and atrocities that had no agenda suddenly became united for some reason.

Some soldiers stood together with the residents of the outer city, and among them there seemed to be a resident of the inner city who was raised high above his head.

They headed towards the gate of the inner city without fear.

They wanted to talk to the people inside...

"They still have hope." Looking at the closed door, Kuangfeng squinted his eyes with a rare smile on his face.

There's nothing to fear about making mistakes.

Just change it together.

Isn’t this the same for the Alliance?

They were not able to do everything well at the beginning, and they also constantly learned from their mistakes to get to the current Beta 0.5 version.

Startled by the sound of the strong wind, Ye Shi turned around and looked at him.

"Damn it, when did you come?"

"I'm back too," Lao Bai patted Ye Shi on the shoulder and said with a smile, "My perception has deteriorated, brother."

Ye Shi rolled his eyes, suddenly remembered something important, and said immediately.

"By the way, you came just in time. We just met Ibbers! He said he wanted to talk to our manager -"

Lao Bai smiled and said.

"Then let them talk, we have a new mission."

Jiujiu asked with shining eyes when she heard that there was a mission.

"What mission!"

This is her first time participating in T0 players’ daily activities!

"Prepare to rescue the survivors inside," Lao Bai glanced at the gate and said with a smile, "Based on the setting, they are also our compatriots, and they are fellow residents of the same city."

"The manager said that we can't just take advantage of them. We have to do something with their money, but we can't leave those real vultures and eagles to eat them up."

Storm nodded.

"Well, we won, but those ordinary survivors were innocent."

Ye Shi scratched his head.

"By the way...will this big update make Boulder City a part of the alliance?"

"Maybe," Kuang Feng thought for a while and said, "I heard that our managers will talk to them about future matters. They can join the alliance, or they can retain themselves as collaborators like the settlements in Luoxia Province. initiative."

Lao Bai nodded.

"But Fang Chang thinks there is a high probability that they will join us. The bunch of stupid pigs in the inner city have ruined the last bit of the credit legacy left by their ancestors, and the residents of the outer city don't have a strong enough leader to complete the task for the time being. The transfer of power and smoothing out the waves of winter and its aftermath.”

The candidates are either too young or have immature business capabilities.

If this upheaval happened in the summer, maybe they would have enough buffer time to return to the wasteland with a new look.

The league will also be happy to continue the business with them.

But these are all things for later.

Jiujiu nodded as if understanding, and suddenly said something.

"Then the Queen of the Night Bar is gone?"

Lao Bai said with a smile.

"Special programs are probably going to disappear, but that is a business that is only open to a few people. If it disappears, it will disappear."

There are no private rooms that can only be entered with a black card!

Ye Shi said with a smile.

"Indeed, as long as the channels for inquiring about information are still there."

"Ah..." Jiujiu had a disappointed expression on her face.

Before updating the map, she wanted to take a look at what the bar full of stories looked like. She heard that Sister Teng Teng’s artwork was very popular there...

In the end, I still missed it.

…

Everyone is waiting for the door under the giant wall to reopen, waiting for the good news to come from inside.

At this moment, no one noticed that a small drone flew out of the inner city alone, slowly crossed the towering giant wall, then passed over the layers of ruins of high-rise buildings, and finally landed swayingly on Ling Ling. On the shore of the lake - the roof of a renovated nursing home.

From the moment it entered this area, it was targeted by other drones here. Two silver metal balls followed closely behind it, monitoring its landing on the balcony on the third floor - a roller. Next to the "waste basket".

Blue light gathered above the drone, and a white-haired old man stood inside with his hands behind his back, looking at the snow on the lake.

It's going to disappear soon.

At the end of its mission, it wants to say goodbye to the world in a human way, just like its dear master.

Seeing that it hadn't spoken for a long time, Xiao Qi asked in a low voice.

"Are you sad?"

Fang Ming was silent for a while and nodded slightly.

"kind of."

"My master said that after everything is over, he wants to live in the nursing home next to Linghu Lake, where he can fish every day, grow vegetables and so on..."

"But he never told me when it was over, nor when he would come back. He seemed to know where he was going, but I don't know, I'm just an AI."

Xiaoqi sighed.

"Humans are really troublesome."

Fang Ming glanced at it.

"It must be hard for you too."

The heavy metal shell made a crisp sound, and the sound was full of pride and joy.

"I'm okay. He called me Xiaoqi! Hehe, I like this name so much!"

"Is it."

Fang Ming did not make any comments and looked back at the lake that could not be blocked by thousands of miles of snow.

Time is up.

The long journey has finally arrived.

perhaps……

Things are actually not as bad as I thought.

Although those ugly creatures will always step on the 1% that leads to the worst outcome in countless life-and-death decisions, when all possibilities fall into despair, they can still get out of that almost impossible situation. Find the unique light in 100% darkness.

That is a future that has never appeared in the calculation.

Are you... feeling happy?

What a strange feeling.

On the lake where thousands of miles of snow drifted, Fang Ming vaguely saw that familiar figure - he seemed to have been there all along.

The holographic image suddenly blurred, starting from the snow-white silver hair to the trembling corners of its clothes...

It turned out that he had been waiting for it in front.

"goodbye."

The old AI, which was always late, muttered vaguely, as if rushing to an appointment that was long overdue.

Xiao Qi, standing next to it, responded to the hasty farewell with enthusiasm.

"Well! Goodbye! Strange friend!"

Then, it quietly watched as the light blue light merged into the silvery white snowflakes and disappeared little by little...

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(Happy birthday, friends! Thanks to the leaders of "Pinecone" and "Yawning Cat" for the reward!!!)