This Game Is Too Realistic

Why……?

Warfield was kneeling in the square, staring blankly at the sky. The afternoon sun penetrated through the slits of his bruised and swollen eyes, making him feel extremely dazzling.

He would rather it snow now.

Preferably snow that can bury him.

The reckoning is over.

everything.

They lost the alliance in this settlement and did not open the free exchange of chips and silver coins. Although his father must have used unconventional means to exchange some, the amount was definitely not large.

Needless to say, cr and dinar, the exchange has been sealed, even if there is some cr left in Ji Xiu's account in Ideal City, it will definitely not be enough for the family to maintain their original life.

Money is a trivial matter, but losing power is what hurts him the most. Warfield would rather the militiamen killed him. Death was the quickest relief.

It would be best to kill his wife, children, mother and that useless brother together!

He will use his corpse on the street to plant a seed of hatred in Alyssa's heart. Maybe this seed will not sprout in her life, but it will torture her repeatedly.

As long as one day in the future she sees any ugly side of the new authorities and begins to doubt the original correctness, then she will definitely do something and raise another chip high with a reason that no one can refuse. Let this casino reopen...

Her own death can help her escape from liquidation, and she is still young and will definitely live longer than those guys who only have brute strength.

She has the blood of Malvern in her blood, and she is smart enough and capable enough, even more capable than herself...

Although the kings of Boulder City are dead.

But their family can become the new royal family!

Definitely!

"Haha..." Warfield was thinking, suddenly laughed out loud, and suddenly started sobbing.

Why? Why not shoot...

Two militiamen stood not far away and looked at this poor guy with disgust. Most of the people in the square had dispersed, leaving him alone, motionless.

Genis took Ji Xiu away, and his wife and children followed. No one dared to approach him. After all, he had just been beaten by the militiamen of the new authority.

Warfield felt that his consciousness was a little blurry, and suddenly a wet and hot handkerchief was pressed against his face, pulling his hazy consciousness back from the edge of darkness.

"...Brother." After wiping away the muddy water and blood on his face, Alyssa looked at him with distress and fear, and whispered: "I'm sorry...I included all the family's property in the list, but that was originally It’s what we sold from others.”

"You don't need to apologize..." Warfield opened and closed his bruised lips and gasped, "You did the right thing. If I were outside, I would do the same thing. But don't use your life next time. You're kidding, you'll know when you're two years older. They really want to do something to you, and they won't just scold you or beat you up..."

Alyssa looked at him sadly.

"Brother...why do we have to...do that?"

She couldn't describe the feeling in her heart.

But she could sense that his brother had high hopes for her of another kind—high hopes that she had no intention of fulfilling.

"Why..." There was confusion in Warfield's eyes for a moment.

He really couldn't answer this question and didn't know how to answer it.

Isn't it natural to eat other people in a casino where people can eat people?

Alyssa sniffed and said seriously: "It's over. This casino... and its chips, there will be no more black cards. From now on, we will only support our constitution."

Warfield suddenly smiled, looked at his sister lovingly, and wanted to reach out to touch her head, but hesitated and took it back.

"Father wrote a fairy tale in your heart. If possible, he hoped that you would never come out from there in your life...but you jumped out of the window."

"We are a family. How can he not understand what you can understand? But there are some things that are meaningless to do now. It will only kill you all, and even if you succeed, everything will change back." Ai Lisa shook her head slightly and looked at her brother seriously: "We can leave the future matters to the future. We can only do our best now. At least now we are all good people."

Warfield looked at her desperately: "Why don't you understand...Fairy tales can never be true. People are born unequal. Otherwise, why would the era of prosperity disappear? Sooner or later, those people will change back! Sooner or later!" "

"You just said that we are a family, how could I not understand," Alyssa gently hugged her brother and patted the back of his head comfortingly, "It's okay, I'm still young... wait until I'm like When my father is as old as he is, my children will look after me."

Warfield's expression suddenly twitched. He had never cried once in more than thirty years, but he couldn't control it at this moment.

His sister chose the most difficult path with no future, at least he couldn't see any visible future.

And he himself is already a dead man.

Their family might really be doomed. Looking at his sister who was still comforting him, Warfield didn't even know what he was feeling distressed about. Maybe he was just feeling distressed about himself.

He was prepared to die, and he painstakingly made the last move, only to be made into a joke by a group of idiots who were countless times stupider than him.

Maybe the casino really won't open again. Kneeling in the square, he burst into tears, crying loudly for the first time in a long time...

At the same time, in front of the gate facing the Far Wind Hotel, a group of lovely people walked in the afternoon light.

They brought weapons.

But what they carry more is food, quilts, and the hope of surviving the cold winter.

The residents of these shelters have never forgotten that the survivors standing on this land are all brothers and sisters of the People's Federation. Even if the fallout buries the shelter underground, they will stand up and fulfill their obligations under the flag. The sworn mission.

Besides, a lot of these supplies were originally procured from Boulder City. Compared to what they got from this settlement, this amount of supplies was nothing.

And not only the survivors inside the giant wall, but also the survivors in the slums outside the giant wall, the Alliance also plans to save them.

The players installed a lift on the viaduct next to the Far Wind Hotel and lowered the goods from the trucks parked on the roadside one by one.

More players set up tents at the entrance of the Far Wind Hotel, and organized isolation belts to maintain formation and order.

Most of them are life professional players. Now that Boulder City has become the fifth city of the alliance, now is the time to increase the reputation of the region.

I have never seen such a strange scene. Whether it was the poor people in the slums or the merchants setting up stalls in the square in front of the huge gate, they all put down what they were doing and came over to watch the excitement curiously.

"What does the Alliance want to do?"

"Is this going to annex Boulder City?"

"Hahaha, collecting silver coins is indeed a genius decision for me!"

"Fuck! I even collected some chips and hoped that the new authorities would raise them back! What a huge loss!"

They didn't care about the discussions of the survivors at all, and the players didn't understand what they were saying at all, so they turned on the speakers and played the pre-recorded recording.

"Those who have the strength to work come and register! There is no salary, and you have to take care of the food and take care of it!"

"The elderly and children come here! We will arrange them uniformly!"

"Damn! There are too many people here!"

"Take in a close sister who is over 18 years old! My family is quite big. You are welcome to come and play at my house. When you are tired, you can go to bed. No problem -"

"Fuck! There's a Brother Jie sneaking into the team!"

"Drag out!"

"Ah ah ah, stop it, you guys, I'm here to help others! I have shed blood for the alliance, I have made contributions to the alliance, I want to see the manager!"

To be honest, some unkempt girls really wanted to go over there when they heard it. The little girl huddled in the plastic cloth even secretly counted her age with her fingers.

After all, those blue coats do look good, and they don't smell bad. If something happens, there's no telling who will suffer the most.

The most important thing is that the person in the blue coat will definitely not 'eat' people, but the same can't be said for other wastelanders.

Some merchants looked like dogs, but maybe they were taken away from the giant wall and slaughtered like lambs.

Not to mention the gangs that hang out in the slums, they will occasionally select some good-looking ‘lambs’ and sell them to people outside.

If you are lucky, you can go to the Free State in the north and become a money-making tool for the bosses. If you are unlucky, you may end up on the dining table or operating table of the predators.

Unfortunately, the discipline of these blue coats is too strict, so strict that it makes people complain.

The guy who was crying and laughing was quickly dragged away as if he was just having fun. @…j_h_s_s_d_c_o_First.Posted.Updated.Updated~~

The girls who gathered out of curiosity could only go to the table next door to register their names and wait for placement in the homeless home...

Although the players have done something, it is still difficult for a few hundred people to fight against hundreds of thousands of people, let alone more than half a million within the giant wall.

The scene was so chaotic that one couldn't help but wonder whether they could really get things done.

But it is still very touching that some people are willing to do something, and some people are willing to stand up and help them.

The Burning Corps and the First Corps entered Boulder City and completed the handover of defense with the Boulder City 1,000-man team responsible for city defense.

Lao Bai took people to the armory. The new militia leader Qiao Yin took them to see some of the weapons, while others were placed in warehouses and aprons in the inner city.

After seeing the weapons stored inside, all the players couldn't help but exclaimed in amazement.

"Fuck! Powered armor!" Looking at the iron bump standing in the room, he walked up to touch it in surprise.

Murderous Dagger looked at him with a smile: "Brother, do you want it?"

Quit smoking and nod vigorously, and said excitedly: "I want it! I've never dreamed of it!"

"It's good to have dreams," Kidney Fighter patted him on the shoulder, "Save some money to contribute, you still have money."

Quit smoking: " # %￥ @!"

There are thirty sets of power armor in total, all of which are pre-war styles, and most of them are dragoons like Lao Bai.

Some of them are in disrepair and are no longer useful, but with Yin Fang, a young archeology expert, this is obviously not a problem.

However, these collected equipment are all mission props. Although there is a high probability that they will appear in NPC stores, they all require contribution points to purchase.

"Damn..." Ye Shi muttered in a low voice, "Such good equipment is being used by those gentlemen!"

"Luckily, we arrived in time and didn't let them fall into the hands of the predators." Looking away from the power armor, Lao Bai glanced at the boxes with radioactive signs in the corner.

According to Qiao Yin, they were some miniature tactical nuclear weapons left behind by the post-war reconstruction committee. They were only the size of a bowling ball and had an explosion yield of about tons.

Comparing artillery horizontally, depending on the type of shell, the equivalent is about 45 kilograms.

In reality, it is difficult to make a tactical nuclear bomb that is so small that it can even be thrown as a bowling ball, but this is in a game after all.

Destruction is much easier than construction. It is obvious that the managers have done a lot of work to prepare for rainy days where the players cannot see it.

Otherwise, this exploding dead whale would at least cause turmoil in Qingquan City and even the southern part of the River Valley Province for ten or even twenty years...

That is not a matter of adding a few wild monsters at all, but a crisis that is more lasting and has a wider impact than the Bone Chewing Rebellion!

"But by the way, they didn't use these things during the riots." Ye Shi scratched his head, puzzled, "Why?"

Unable to understand!

When a tactical nuclear bomb dropped, all the people on the street were evaporated. Guang Feng glanced sideways at the boy.

"You'll know when you grow up."

Displeased by his fatherly tone, Ye Shi rolled his eyes.

"I'm Dad Ren!"

the other side.

The gate of Boulder City.

They are also here to perform assistance tasks, but unlike those players who are busy completing tasks and earning contribution points and reputation, most of the NPCs in the alliance have little enthusiasm.

What needs to be clarified is that they are very enthusiastic when facing other survivors in need of help, and they are not shy about the refugees who fled from Boulder City to the Alliance.

But ‘door-to-door service’ is something that many people don’t expect.

Looking at the huge wall towering into the clouds, Zhao Shu let out a grunt.

"Why?" Yang Ergou glanced at him.

"Why why?" Zhao Shu pointed at the guys carrying suitcases at the door. It didn't seem like he was pointing at them, but more like he was pointing behind them.

"Why should we help these guys?"

The two were residents of Beit Street. They worked in the Cow Horse Brick Factory a long time ago, reaching the highest level of foreman. Even Army Staff Officer Vanus did a labor camp under them.

Later, the alliance was established, everything was formalized, and the refugee home became a semi-official aid agency. They went to the refugee home together again, and continued to add bricks and tiles to the building with the survivors who embraced the alliance.

Zhao Shu is not unfamiliar with Boulder City.

Especially when he learned that those lucky guys could earn almost as much as the scavengers who risked their lives to pick up rubbish in the wasteland as long as they hammered screws in the factory. This decaying settlement is even more despised.

The giant wall itself is an evil existence. It not only blocks the slime mold, but also rejects countless survivors.

Bate Street, Brown Farm...all feudal or semi-feudal survivor communities are mostly the legacy left by the ancestors of Boulder City.

He learned all this from the Daily Survivor.

Boulder City was the first to begin to decay, and then the plague of thoughts gradually spread to other settlements along the ties maintained by chips.

The entire southern part of the Vale Province has become a breeding ground for decay.

Of course, there were many settlements in the entire wasteland that were more decadent than Boulder City, but Boulder City was right next to them, and he naturally hated the people here the most.

Especially the survivors here also like to show off, secretly acting like a blue gopher and acting like a country bumpkin.

Don't think he doesn't know!

Zhao Shu sighed in his heart.

"Stinky beggar..."

I can’t even eat green wheat cakes!

You really deserve it!

Yang Ergou glared at him.

"What did you say?"

"Am I wrong?" Zhao Shu continued confidently, "The rubbish we picked up and the food we grew were all provided to these guys! Now we have to help them with the things they have dug out. Wipe your ass! In my opinion, the survivors in the slums outside the wall can be taken in. They are the truly innocent ones, and the people inside should be imprisoned there for the rest of their lives!"

Yang Ergou frowned and said: "That's the fault of the gentlemen. What does it have to do with ordinary people? They can't even chew dogtail grass, so they may not have a better life than us."

Zhao Shu rolled his eyes: "Come on, they live a much more comfortable life than us. And when we were exploited, they didn't stand up to speak for us, right?"

Working in a factory is definitely safer than scavenging or hunting in the wild. It’s not that they don’t enjoy anything.

The population of Beit Street has not increased much in more than a hundred years, and the average life expectancy is around 30. From this perspective, the life span of the residents of Beit Street has indeed been stolen by the workers in the city.

"You're right." The voice from behind interrupted the increasingly loud quarrel between the two.

Luca came over.

Seeing the old housekeeper - or should we say the city lord now, the two quarreling men immediately closed their mouths and remained silent.

Zhao Shu apologized guiltily: "I'm sorry..."

Luka looked at the young man and said in a gentle tone: "You don't need to apologize. I understand the anger in your heart. When I saw Brown, I also had murderous intentions. I wanted to kill his whole family and his servants."

"Of course we can block the door and let the 'stinky beggars' inside help us produce things, giving them only a mouthful of swill to survive, and draining them and the generations that follow them of the last drop of blood..."

"But do you expect an alliance like that to end the wasteland?"

"Or if you think about it from another perspective, as a non-Vailant, have you ever expected for a second to rely on the Legion to end our wasteland?"

"Almost the entire desert is on our side, covertly or covertly. We have united almost everyone we can. Even our enemies dare not face us. This is not because we are stronger or because our fists are strong. biggest."

"But because we are an alliance, not an empire."

Looking at this skinny old man, Yang Ergou gave a thumbs up and said with a smile: "That's what I think, but I don't know how to say it."

Zhao Shu scratched his head, still not understanding.

He didn't care whether the alliance was an alliance or not. If the manager wanted to be the emperor, he would support it with both hands. It would be best if he could marry the youngest daughter of the Yu family, so that they, the old neighbors, could enjoy the blessings together.

The little girl who used to be skinny and skinny has long since become graceful and graceful, and is very popular with the residents of the shelter.

At least in his opinion, it was much better than that vulgar mercenary!

Luka patted him on the shoulder, but did not force him to understand these things, and continued to move forward with everyone.

No matter whether these people are worth saving or not, since the manager said that it is the fifth city of the alliance, then they are comrades on the same front, then he will do what he should do.

No reason. And he will represent the alliance and go to Boulder City to do things that neither the Workers' Association nor the militia are capable of doing, and make up for the compromises they have to make to reality.

Including some criminal cases that occurred during the riots, including the failure to conduct thorough liquidations, etc.

Of course, the residents of the inner city can obtain forgiveness and pardon from the residents of the outer city. After all, the black card has been completely abolished. The residents of the uprising themselves have written in the uprising platform how far the liquidation will be carried out. Whether it is thorough or not is not up to others. There is no need for anyone else to teach you.

But in the same way, one thing must be the same. Whether to accept those people to join the alliance, or only which people to accept, is a matter for the alliance.

The 'criminal' who is accused by the relevant responsible person and is involved in death will not obtain the status of an alliance resident, regardless of whether he is an inner city resident or an outer city resident.

The alliance will establish a new court in Boulder City to conduct an open and fair trial of the case, and new evidence can be added during the five-year prosecution period.

If those who committed the crime are confirmed guilty by conclusive evidence, and the compensation made cannot gain the understanding of the relevant responsible persons.

Then they can either accept the transformation of labor as supervised persons, or get out of here as the residents of the outer city said and go to the wasteland to find a suitable place for themselves...

But then again, doing so is actually redundant.

Most of the pardoned inner-city residents simply didn't want to stay, and couldn't afford to.

They already bear original sin on their bodies.

The residents of the outer city did not execute them simply because they had promised not to massacre in the uprising platform, and they also took the initiative to release Sberg and the other 'hostages' in their hands.

A settlement of more than half a million people is ultimately too small.

Everyone knows their faces.

They would not have any future living in this settlement. Every time they ate, they would be spitted into the bowl by the cook and rolled their eyes by the waiter serving the bowl.

This hurts them more than killing them, after all, death is only a moment.

Unless they are like the residents of the outer city who generously pardoned them, like the little girl named Alyssa, they do something to atone for their sins, so that everyone in the outer city feels that this person really intends to become a family with them. people.

But it's too difficult. @j_h_s_s_d_c_o_…No. Wrong. First post~~

Not everyone has the ability and opportunity to atone for their sins.

Without the power in their hands and deprived of all their property, it became a problem for them to even survive, let alone support themselves.

This is undoubtedly absolution.

But for many, it feels more like exile...

The square in front of the huge gate.

Bonnie and Kumit were hesitating about the future.

Her husband, Sid, was dead, and her family, all senior officers in the militia, almost all died in the riots.

The victor did not kill everyone, but that does not mean that no one died.

After learning that Boulder City would become the fifth city of the Alliance, her other two sons had decisively confessed their crimes and were going to labor camps in the Alliance's prisoner-of-war camps.

If you perform well, you may be able to come out in three to five years. Maybe you can learn a craft or technology and live the life of an ordinary person again.

But she can't.

Without servants, she couldn't even comb her own hair.

Not only her, but her most precious son Kumit is also the same. He can't do anything without anyone to take care of him.

If no one takes care of them, they will wither like flowers that have lost their water...

Thinking of her future life and her only twenty kilograms of luggage, Bonnie couldn't help but shed tears again: "Mom..."

Kumi pulled her hand, trying to comfort her, but found that he didn't even know how to comfort someone.

He doesn't know where to go from now on.

The new authorities confiscated their CRs and dinars, and they couldn't even afford a ticket to the ideal city, let alone going there.

Their suitcases contained only a few clothes, sleeping bags, high-end cans and nutritional creams for emergencies.

Just when Kumit was feeling despair about his gloomy life in the future, a fat man suddenly emerged from the crowd and waved to them vigorously.

"Hey! Over here!" Attracted by the funny action, Kumit looked at him and his eyes widened in surprise: "Piru?!"

Piru's face turned into a flower with a smile, very much like his father Mr. Vega: "Master Kumit! You are so lucky that you finally came out. My father and I have been waiting for you for a long time!"

Next to him stood Aron, his father's secretary.

They had planned to bribe the militia members to get Bonnie out, but they didn't expect that the new authorities would dump the entire mess of Boulder City to the alliance.

This was a result that even his father had not expected.

If the residents of the inner city also become citizens of the Alliance, then they will never be able to make up for those regrets!

Looking at the excited little fat man with a flushed face, Kumit scratched his cheek in embarrassment: "I'm no longer a young master, don't say that..."

After experiencing that night that could be called a turning point in his life, he also grew up a bit, at least that's what he thought: "How could it be?! You will always be Master Kumit in my heart!"

Piru bowed slightly and respectfully, still the same as before. Kumit couldn't help but be moved.

Except for those poor people who swarmed to steal his things, there are indeed good people in this world!

"Piru...my friend, you are so kind!"

"You're so outrageous to say that!" Piru smiled honestly, then turned to his mother next to Kumit, looking at her blinking, blinking, "And Aunt Bonnie, you are still the same as before. Stunning and charming, it’s like it never gets old.”

Bonnie, who was amused by these words and had tears in her eyes, couldn't help but curled her lips: "Thank you, your child is really good at talking...just like your father."

Piru continued with a happy face: "Speaking of my father, he prepared a banquet for you at the Far Wind Hotel! He knew that you definitely didn't know where to go, and he specially booked a hotel for you. Guest room.”

Bonnie was stunned for a moment: "Mr. Weijia? Thank you... for thinking so much for us."

"Of course, this is what we should do!" Piru looked at her innocently and said seriously, "My father always told me that the most important thing for a businessman is to keep his promises. He swore to keep his promise to Xi Mr. De is always loyal, so he must do it. We are very sorry about Master Sid, but fortunately you are still alive, and we will take care of you for that good man. "

Bonnie's expression was slightly hesitant.

Somehow, looking at this sunny and cheerful little fat man, she always felt inexplicably uneasy in her heart.

Is Vega that kind of person? Although she always advised Sid to be kind to the businessmen who helped him make money, Sid never really listened to what she said and the ancestral precepts she nagged.

But...she still couldn't help but fantasize.

Maybe Mr. Weijia is really that kind of good person. He is grateful to Master Sid for his help all the time and is willing to take care of their mother and son for Sid.

Seeing another pair of inner-city residents planning to leave the place completely, and this time it was a mother and son, the militia boy standing nearby finally couldn't stand it anymore and coughed hard.

"Hey, madam, there is a wasteland ahead. Think clearly! Once you leave here, no law will protect you mother and son."

Looking at the hesitant lady, the young man couldn't help but advise: "If you haven't done anything harmful to nature, the alliance will accept you... Not everyone with a black card is a criminal, Liszt Sir, he is still a resident of the Alliance.”

Maybe he shouldn't have said this in a superfluous way.

Bonnie was originally tempted to stay, but when she heard the second half of his sentence, her heart tightened, and she couldn't help but hold on to her youngest son's hand.

Of course she didn't do anything evil. She would even give a big red envelope to every maid in the family who left her to start a family...

But not Kumit.

She knew exactly what was buried in the fire five years ago, and her brother Russell lost his temper with her husband over it...

"Mom..." Kumit's eyes were full of fear and he held his mother's hand tightly.

He didn't want to hang out with the marauders.

I heard that the Alliance prisoner-of-war camps were inhabited by evil spirits from the wasteland, the kind that would really eat children... Maybe he should let go and let his mother live a normal life.

But he really didn't have the courage.

Just like how he huddled in bed all night holding the S-coin trading device last night, let alone letting go of his mother's hand, he didn't even dare to see his old father for the last time...

Her son's trembling hands finally made Bonnie, who was still hesitating, make up her mind.

Gently patting Kumit's hand, she took a deep breath and bowed slightly gracefully, like a real princess: "Thank you, Mr. Soldier, we appreciate your concern and kindness... but we already want to The path to the future is clear, our destiny is not here."

"Thank you from the bottom of my heart for letting us survive, and I hope you can continue to walk with your ideals."

The militiaman hesitated for a moment, glanced at the innocent Piru, and then at the expressionless follower next to him.

He felt that these two people were not good people, but he was really not qualified to make decisions for others, and he couldn't even say anything nice: "Take care..."

Bonnie nodded, glanced at the soldier gratefully, then took her son's hand and followed the happy Piru towards the Far Wind Hotel.

They exiled themselves and left the settlement for the wasteland.

But it's their choice.

Seeing the mother and son walking away, the militiaman was a little depressed. He looked at the old militiaman next to him and said.

"I don't know if I'm doing the right thing... Mr. Sid is very bad, and his son is bad enough, but his wife actually doesn't do anything, and she rarely even goes out."

The old militiaman glanced at him: "What do you know? It's hard to persuade those damn ghosts. You care where they go and what they do? Just do the job you're doing."

The path is chosen by oneself.

Look at those lost and neglected masters and aunts, how many people may be envious of those two.

Not far away, Grace hugged her husband Malvin tightly and cried into tears.

Malvern's lips trembled, he patted his wife's back gently, and said comforting words to her, but his eyes were filled with vicissitudes of life.

He seemed to have aged more than ten years overnight. His wrinkles were so deep that they could catch snow slag, and there were countless gray hairs in his messy hair: "It's okay... everything will be fine..."

He murmured words while also praying for other family members.

Watching Kumit leave, Jixiu stood beside his parents numbly, looking like a soulless puppet.

He wanted to do something to change this settlement, so he flew back from Ideal City thousands of miles away.

But he never thought things would turn out like this.

He had no face to face his father Malvin, no face to face his eldest brother Warfield, no face to face Alyssa...

He always had a chance to atone.

If he had been braver at that time and did not hide in the inner city with his elder brother, but rushed out desperately to find Alyssa, he might have been beaten to death by the angry mob, but he might have been able to gain people's forgiveness together with Alyssa... …

But there is no such thing as regret medicine in this world.

If he really regrets it, he shouldn't come back...

Jixiu took a step forward. When Malvin saw it, he immediately reached out and grabbed him, glaring at the bastard: "Follow me and surrender! Tell the new authorities what you have done! The alliance will not kill anyone." If they marry you, they will give you a chance to start a new life."

Ji Xiu shook his head: "It's too late."

Seeing his useless look, Malvin was so angry that he threw his hand over and slapped him hard on the face.

"Pop——!" There was a crisp sound.

Ji Xiu didn't hide, he let the slap hit his face, and his empty head was swung to the side by the calloused hand.

Seeing that he didn't reflect at all, an angry Malvin raised his hand and wanted to hit him, but his wife grabbed him hard: "That's enough!"

Genis stared at Mohu with tears in her eyes, "Don't hit him, Jixiu is still a child, let me persuade him..."

"You bastard!" Malvern glared at Ji Xiu and cursed angrily, "What time has it been? Can you listen to what I'm saying!"

Why does everyone have to go against him, even if Sid is fine, the same goes for his son!

Ji Xiu suddenly smiled.

Smiling and laughing, she shed tears again: "I'm sorry, dad, I failed your cultivation... I am indeed a hopeless fool, as you can see."

He paused and said as if talking to himself.

"My friends on Duandianyun are right. I am the same as them. We are all lazy guys who love to recite sutras. But the difference is that they have their own reasons and know that the sutras they recite will harm others, so they never teach them. What should people in the wasteland do. But I am different. Not only do I feel that I am right, I also feel that the treasures I have learned should be used by everyone..."

Looking blankly at his suddenly unfamiliar son, Malvin said in a trembling voice: "Where are you going?"

Jixiu said calmly: "Go to the wasteland."

"Are you crazy!? That's a place that eats people! Do you think you walked to Ideal City on two legs? It's the mercenary I found for you! You loser won't survive tomorrow morning!"

Melvin was so angry that he went up to hold the bastard down, but he tripped over the snow that was as thick as his knees.

Instead of helping his father who was lying on the snow, Ji Xiu took a step back and looked at him with shame as his temples turned gray at some point: "I understand your painstaking efforts. It is my last chance to confess my crime and accept reform, but I I no longer have the face to face anyone in this settlement... They forgive me, but I can never forgive myself." "An incompetent and arrogant scum like me should be beaten in the wasteland, where? There is an unknown stinking ditch that rots and stinks, that is where I belong."

"Farewell, please tell my dear sister that her bastard brother is dead and there is no need to atone for a rotten person like me. She should live happily in the wonderful new world - the fairy tale you quietly wrote in her heart. inside."

"I think the Alliance is actually a good place...but we probably won't see each other again."

He bowed slightly towards the giant wall, tightened the suitcase in his hand, turned his back to the bustling square and his desperate parents, and walked slowly into the howling cold wind...

Dusk.

The Alliance's rescue station was launched in the giant stone city. Large pots were set up in front of the gate on the inside of the giant wall to persuade those who wanted to escape from the city.

Five hundred thousand kilograms of grain a day is less than 50,000 silver coins, not to mention that if you save it, you can't actually eat so much.

The money was nothing compared to the cost of watching the settlement rot.

And now we are all a family.

Smelling the refreshing aroma, not to mention the hungry poor people, even the guard watching the gate gulped: "It's actually porridge..."

"I thought it was a nutritional ointment... It's good to have nutritional ointment."

"Praise the alliance! Praise the managers!"

"My child can be saved..."

The people who were shrinking their necks from the cold murmured in low voices, and some even wiped away their tears secretly, their eyes rekindled with hope of surviving the winter.

No one would eat the dead unless they were extremely hungry.

Even just a bowl of rice soup can remind them of their modesty as human beings, and they consciously lined up in the isolation zone.

At Lovett's call, everyone from the Workers' Association spontaneously helped maintain order.

Most of them have little education and don't look very smart. They only know one slogan - do what Bol should do.

The object of their worship is not even a real person, but their mobility and enthusiasm are unexpectedly amazing.

They themselves did not realize that, inspired by victory and miracles, the non-existent Bol had become a faith in their hearts - a faith that was purer and closer to the ground than the Great Horned Deer God!

Even the well-trained soldiers couldn't help but look at their fellow workers.

They have no doubt that if these people are given a gun, these people will definitely be able to shoot better than the mercenaries who are paid to do things.

Even if these people have never been to a real battlefield: "Don't crowd, everyone has a share!"

Crow Crow, who was wearing an apron, held a large spoon in his right hand and a trumpet in his left hand. He proudly raised the corner of his mouth and shouted: "Porridge with minced meat and vegetables and mushrooms! This is a delicious food sponsored by Tengteng House. I hope everyone can spend the cold winter safely!" We will let everyone wear beautiful new clothes in the coming spring, and leave the unpleasantness of the past in the past."

No one paid any attention to her, everyone's attention was on the steaming pot.

But Crow Crow was shouting for his own entertainment.

Her Chinese couplet is not very standard, so she takes this opportunity to practice it!

Teng Teng blushed and glared at Crow Crow, wishing he could throw her into the pot too: "You, that's enough! Do your job well and don't say unnecessary words..."

She is here to improve the reputation of the region.

Regional reputation is of little use to professional combat players, but it is of great use to her who is passionate about business simulations!

Moreover, this rare special server activity can also unlock achievements that cannot be unlocked through daily activities.

The place where medals are earned is not just a battlefield. In the words of managers, it is also a battlefield in a certain sense.

But even aside from that, she still enjoys doing these things.

The survivors in the wasteland have a simple understanding of kindness. A bowl of hot porridge or a small thing can move them to tears.

And she will also gain spiritual satisfaction in the process, and the price she pays is just a little time to lie in bed and 'dream'.

Looking at the blushing Teng Teng, Crow Crow raised his eyebrows mischievously: "What does it have to do with it? I was originally sponsored by you, I'm just advertising your artwork by the way!"

Seeing that she was about to make up some outrageous advertising slogans, Teng Teng blushed and was speechless, hiding her face in the milky white mist.

In addition to the bad friend Crow Crow who came to join in the fun, the shop assistant Huahua, who was wearing a maid's dress, was also helping enthusiastically. The warm-hearted little boss has almost become her idol.

When she heard that such a big thing happened in Boulder City, she put down what she was doing and decided to help without saying a word. Even the store was closed!

What a kind person! Huahua was extremely moved when she thought of Miss Tengteng's generous act.

In her eyes, the residents of Vault 404 were like little angels sent by the Deer God to help them, the wastelanders...

Stalls not far away.

Holding a bowl of scalding hot porridge, Kent lowered his head and thanked the cook who was in charge of the spoon, feeling as if there was a stone in his heart.

That night he hid at home and did not go out. Although there was a commotion outside, it did not affect his drafty room.

The mercenaries and soldiers who took advantage of the situation were all going to the houses closer to the outer city, and would not go to the slums in the industrial area at all.

He couldn't hold back his sleepiness, so he closed his eyes and fell asleep, and then it was daybreak outside.

After getting up, he originally wanted to go to Master Weijia's factory to work, but when he went there, he found that the place had been sealed off.

It was the Workers' Union who seized it. The thieves in jail are now the masters.

Looking at the boxes of frozen meat and vegetables brought out of the warehouse, Kent's heart clenched and hurt, but he didn't dare to go up and ask where the ingredients were moved. He walked around and blended into the workers' union team. I went to help and found an armband made of gauze.

Most of the workers didn't know him, but they liked this hard-working guy.

Looking at the corpses dragged out of the alleys, Kent felt extremely lucky, thanks to a constitution that everyone abides by.

"The constitution of the alliance?" Kent glanced at him sideways and snorted, "Stop dreaming, it's just a group of gentlemen."

The co-worker looked at him in astonishment, and his eyes suddenly turned pitiful.

Kent hated that look, but he was afraid of his armband, even if he had one himself: "I know who you are."

Kent's heart tightened, his face turned pale, and he was almost frightened out of his soul.

He hid a secret in his heart. It was he who took Alec and Phyllis away from the door of the beer hall and sent Sperger to prison.

Although he did not see the wanted notice posted on the wall, he could be sure that the co-workers must be looking for him secretly. Once they found him, they would drag him into an alley and execute him secretly.

"Who?" he swallowed and asked tremblingly.

The coworker shrugged: "Yes."

The air was quiet for a while.

...Ken?

Who is that?

New riddle?

Kent looked confused.

At the moment just now, he experienced the feeling of being on a roller coaster, especially when the worker next to him spit out the first half of the syllable: "We have been given a fundamental law that everyone must abide by, but what do you say about us?" You didn’t get it either. Maybe in your heart, you don’t think it is something important at all.”

Kent flushed with anger: "Isn't it? The whole settlement is in chaos! It's all you who made me lose my job! If it weren't for that idiot named Sperger who insisted on singing the opposite tune, if it weren't for you, I would rather go …”

"You're disappointed. We didn't regard you as a threat at all. If it weren't for the fact that we are all fellow villagers, we wouldn't even bother to come."

The soldier wearing the exoskeleton stretched out his hand, picked up the stunned House from the table, and led him outside the isolation zone.

The soldier patted him on the shoulder and gave him a disgusted look: "Go away, the manager is too lazy to pay attention to you, but I really want to kick your ass. If I hadn't still been at work, I would have definitely done so. ”

The league has league discipline. After all, you can't beat people while wearing a military uniform. It's not worth it for a clown to take his glory.

The soldier returned to his post.

House stood in the street in despair.

Looking at the real villains lining up to confess their crimes, for a moment, he wished he could be caught and thrown into prison by Alliance soldiers, or even beaten with fists and kicks.

Not caring is the greatest arrogance. It turned out that people didn't bother to pay attention to him at all.

Even the "Worker's Daily", which was only established for less than a year, can be considered a progressive voice, but the broadcast he has been shouting for more than ten years has not been taken seriously by the other party.

What has he done in his life...

"He doesn't want me..."

Life seems to have lost its meaning.

Like a zombie, House walked away with his eyes blank.

Chapter 545: You choose your own path.