"Bang!"
The smoke from the muzzle was blown away gently.
Looking at the man who fell in the crowd not far away, the man standing by the window smiled slightly, retracted the revolver against the window, and gently pulled the slightly open curtains with his raised little finger.
Screams and roars came one after another, and blood replaced the sunset blocked by the cloud cover... Sure enough, this is the color that this street should have.
But those militiamen were unexpectedly weak. He thought there would be more deaths, but in the end, many bullets flew past their scalps.
Is it because they can't do it?
But he doesn't think that the mob will forgive those people.
The corners of his mouth curled up with an evil smile.
The good show officially began!
A lazy female voice came from the bed not far away.
"What a bad taste, can't you come secretly?"
The man shook his head and said slowly.
"Too slow... Do you know that feeling? A movie is at the last moment, but it is paused. The gunpowder barrel is right there, and the fuse has been inserted, but no one dares to light it... The Alliance is the same, the nobles are the same, and Mr. Fang Ming is the same."
He called Lai Yin, who is from the Bugela Free State, a professional mercenary and an awakener. The woman not far behind him is named Serite, a killer of the Dagger Gang in the slums outside the city.
The Bugela Free State has been laid out in the Stone City a long time ago.
Lord Sigmar is very interested in something here, which can help them get rid of the control of the sovereign at a critical moment.
The protection of the Great Rift Valley is both a blessing and a curse.
Those noble adults don't care what the little people think. They only look at the blueprint on their desks and then point fingers through a window.
Sometimes they are right, but not always.
They need that weapon!
Therefore, when Master Sid wanted to get rid of Sberg, the Dagger Gang immediately handed out the knife. But surprisingly, they almost succeeded, but failed at the last moment, and the knife they handed out disappeared with Sberg.
This is too weird.
"I'm worried about one thing." Serite looked at the man coming from afar, and her lazy voice was a little worried.
"What's the matter?" Lai Yin said indifferently.
"City Lord, that Fang Ming," Serite said casually, "According to our investigation, he knows everything that happened in this settlement, so he must have seen you shoot."
Lai Yin smiled indifferently and waved his hand.
"Ah, don't worry about this. If you really investigated, you should know... He will only take action in two situations, to help the people here solve the mutant slime mold and the forces related to the post-war reconstruction committee."
To say why.
Because it is such a thing.
People can't be greedy and expect the gun to move by itself and distinguish who is good and who is bad, who should die and who shouldn't die.
The first generation of residents made it, but they were also afraid of its power.
After all, people are fickle creatures, and those who design AI are not completely sure that the old operating system can always meet the needs of the new generation. The new generation is not so confident about the operating system designed by the old generation. After all, if children always listen to their parents carefully, humans should still be in the Stone Age now, and there will be no prosperous era.
Yes.
People don't actually know where they are going, so how can they expect AI to figure out the destination for them and repair the road to the destination?
A society completely managed by AI will eventually become a pigsty, and no matter how human-like AI is, it will never become a human. People in the era before the prosperous era have proved that it is not advisable to have both.
At this time, a slight sound suddenly came from the stairs outside the door.
The sound was very faint, and it was almost unnoticeable if you didn't listen carefully, but Lai Yin still noticed the movement at the first time.
He immediately stopped talking, squinted his eyes and looked at the door, put down the revolver, and picked up the submachine gun with a drum on the table.
Hearing some movement, the female killer also stopped talking and silently pulled out the dagger and pistol under the pillow.
The footsteps at the door gradually became clearer, coming towards them step by step, from far to near, like knocking on the door.
The sound stopped in front of the door without any disguise.
There was no doubt that the man was coming for them.
And at this time, it was impossible for someone to come to clean the room...
"Who?"
Lai Yin said cautiously.
No one answered.
In order to strike first, he pulled the trigger without hesitation. A string of fire burst out from the muzzle of the gun, and the sound of the cloth tearing machine and the orange-yellow rain of bullets suddenly shot towards the door, leaving a string of bullet holes on the wooden door.
However, almost at the same time, the broken door panel exploded, and the flying fragments rolled towards him like a cannonball.
"Damn it——"
Lai Yin ducked and dodged in embarrassment, rolled sideways to the window, and finally caught a glimpse of the person standing at the door with the corner of her eye.
The black mirror covered her face. She held an explosion-proof shield in her left hand and a short-barreled submachine gun in her right hand. Her number was engraved on the shield and breastplate - X-16.
"Go to hell!" A trace of ruthlessness flashed in Serite's eyes, and she rushed towards her like lightning, holding up a dagger and pulling the trigger of the pistol.
The bullets with gunpowder added to them knocked open circles of tiny spider webs on the explosion-proof shield. X-16 stood there motionless, raising his submachine gun and aiming at her.
Almost at the same time, Lai Yin also aimed at her holding the shield.
"Da Da Da!"
The orange-yellow trajectory was like raindrops, almost heating up the air in the room. Serite rolled over to avoid the rain of bullets coming from two directions, screaming and cursing.
"Do you want to kill me too!"
"If I didn't support you, you would be dead."
Lai Yin cursed back, moving towards the window while maintaining fire suppression on X-16.
The man held the shield motionlessly, suddenly threw away the short-barreled submachine gun in his hand, and shook his arm to throw out a half-meter-long short stick.
Lai Yintong's eyes shrank slightly, and a bad premonition crept into his heart. Almost without hesitation, he used his shoulder to knock open the window and flipped out.
"I'm leaving, take care of yourself!"
Serrit's face changed.
"I--"
Before she finished her words, the blast blew away the half sentence she had not finished.
The sudden burst of flames instantly engulfed her and the attacker. This guy buried explosives in the room!
But how did he bring it in? !
There was no time to think about this question. The awakened were human beings after all.
The aftermath of the explosion finally subsided, and a trace of heat rose in the dark room.
Looking at the body on the ground that was almost roasted to charcoal, X-16 shook his head, threw away the shield that was blown into two pieces, and tapped his index finger on his head.
"One target is dead and the other escaped..."
"I'm injured and need repairs."
At the same time, Lai Yin, whose back hit the street, let out a painful sound, struggled to stand up, and limped into the alley next to him.
Although he hid some explosives in the room, he couldn't be sure whether the guy who seemed to be a android was killed.
He had to leave here immediately.
It's a pity for the woman named Serite.
Although he had to be careful of the dagger she hid under the pillow, Lai Yin was sure that she was a good woman.
"Inner city... The controller of the weapon should be in the inner city..." Retreating to another nearby street, he looked in the direction of the inner city, gritted his teeth, and muttered to himself with a gloomy look, "We have to find a way to get in."
...
History always moves forward in countless coincidences.
Big changes often do not necessarily hide great secrets, maybe just two mice fighting and kicking over the oil lamp.
The battle in the hotel room was just a trivial episode, and the chaos ignited by the gunshot continued on the street.
The whole Boulder City was in chaos.
At the entrance from the outer city to the inner city, soldiers wearing exoskeletons placed shooting bunkers in front of the door and placed roadblocks on the street to disperse the crowd.
The Melvin family crowded at the door of the inner city.
They should have gone in a long time ago, but at this moment there was a serious problem - Alyssa, the youngest in the family, disappeared.
No one noticed when she disappeared.
When the gunshot sounded, everyone panicked and ran towards the inner city, fearing that they would be accidentally injured by stray bullets or caught up by the mob running around like cockroaches.
Maybe she just fell on the road and would soon be able to get up and continue running.
I hope that's all.
Jixiu beat up the old butler and asked the old man to take six servants to look for her along the way they came, and they were not allowed to come back if they couldn't find her.
Warfield paced anxiously, glanced at his watch, and muttered to himself.
"The voting is about to begin... We can't wait any longer."
It was getting dark.
His father hadn't come back yet, so he must have failed.
But Warfield didn't have much hope.
The Stone City tried to tie up the Alliance with debt, and the Alliance in turn held the rope around its neck. One person had to die in this duel, but unfortunately they lost.
The man did have a kind side, but the people here seemed to have selectively forgotten how the Alliance's settlements came about.
Every city.
is a living monument.
Of course, so are they?
This family can only rely on him in the future.
Warfield clenched his fists.
Gwenith collapsed in the arms of her best friend Bonnie, crying with tears in her eyes, red eyes, and choking.
"Alyssa, my Alyssa... where have you been? Come back to mom. You can do whatever you want in the future. Mom will never talk about the newspaper again."
Bonnie gently patted her bestie on the back and comforted her.
"I have asked my brother to help you find her. It will be fine."
Her brother is Russell, the captain of the second thousand-man team, and is now leading troops outside to maintain order. After learning the news, he has divided a team of 100 people to search for Alyssa's whereabouts, saying that he will bring her back safely at all costs.
Bonnie believes that everything will be fine.
Whether it is Alyssa.
Or this settlement.
Jixiu gritted his teeth and struggled for a while.
In the end, he made the bravest decision in his life-even braver than escaping from this settlement with his tail between his legs.
"I have to find her!"
When Warfield heard this, he grabbed the mentally ill guy, pulled him in front of him, stared at him and cursed.
"Are you crazy?"
Gisu stared at him and roared like a mad dog.
"You are crazy! She is your sister!"
"So what if she is my sister!" Wofei raised his voice again, his nose almost poking his face, and roared, "Just because she is my sister, all of us have to wait here! Accompany her to die?"
Hearing the word "die", Gness fainted, Bonnie hugged her and glared at Wofei with a sullen look.
This kid really doesn't know how to talk.
Looking at the angry and scared Gisu, Wofei's eyes suddenly narrowed, loosened his hand, and pushed his shoulder.
"Go, I won't stop you."
Gisu staggered to his feet, panting and looking at his brother, his eyes half surprised, half angry, and a little scared.
Wofei took a step closer to him, stared into his eyes, and suddenly laughed.
"Maybe there are a few guys who know you among those mobs."
Ji Xiu swallowed his saliva.
"What do you mean?"
"Nothing," said Wu Feier nonchalantly, "You won't forget the girl, the old man, the family, and the fire five years ago. They are indeed dead, but they still have neighbors, neighbors of neighbors, guess what they will do to you?"
Ji Xiu's face turned pale, and he could no longer say that he would look for Alyssa. Even the courage to look back was taken away.
That was a hurdle in his heart that he would never get over.
Of course he would not forget those people, and he also thought about giving them some compensation, but how to compensate them when they are dead?
There is no other way.
Build another outer city to make you all live a better life, right? Just think of it as... charity from Master Ji Xiu.
Moreover, I heard that Cr is something that can make everyone live a good life. It does not have a lot of problems with chips, and it does not even need central banks and banks... He does not quite understand the deep-level principle of that thing, but he is willing to bring this new thing back for everyone to use.
But it seems too late to say this now.
When he saw the lovely Alyssa disappear, along with the rag doll he handed to her, Jixiu finally felt a little scared.
How will those who hate him and hate them treat Alyssa?
He did not dare to think about it.
Looking at the pale face and the weak and trembling calves, Wu Feier's eyes were filled with contempt, and he spoke word by word.
"You should really listen to your father more. You shouldn't come back here. You and Alyssa are both idiots. You are an idiot in another sense. Do you really need me to say this!?"
"You should stay in Utopia and dream about your daydreams, while she should go to the Alliance to live the hard life she dreams of."
He grabbed the boy's collar with a distorted expression.
"Follow me."
"If you don't want to die."
...
In the dark and messy alley, icicles formed under the eaves, and the uncleared snow covered the bumpy road surface, almost covering the edge of the boots.
Stumbling around in the alley, Alyssa's eyes were full of helplessness, hesitation and anxiety. Her red right hand tightly grasped the rag doll, and her mouth leaked white mist.
"Mom... Brother..."
"... Where are you?"
Not crying was her last strength.
She wanted to shout loudly, but she didn't dare to make a loud sound.
Intuition told Alyssa that this settlement was no longer the safe settlement. Even if she lost a kitten, there would be a kind mercenary to find it for her.
If it was now, she might really die if she was found...
Time went back to an hour ago.
The inner city alarm sounded, and her second brother finally came back to reunite with everyone, and the family hurriedly fled in the direction of the inner city.
She should have followed everyone closely, but the snow was too heavy.
When she passed a small alley, she accidentally fell and fell in the snow, and her hairpin fell off.
That was the gift her father bought her at the celebration.
She subconsciously pushed the snow away and picked it up from the ground, but when she looked up again, everyone was gone.
She wanted to call her mother and brothers, but the noise around her was too noisy, and there were gunshots and explosions in the distance. Her shouting was like cotton wool thrown into the fire, and not even a wisp of burnt green smoke could be seen, and the fire was still burning more and more.
The towering buildings blocked the inner city. She didn't dare to stop and could only run around in the alleys, and walked into dead ends several times.
The familiar Boulder City suddenly became unfamiliar, and the intricate streets seemed to have turned into a maze. But this can't be blamed on people for making the streets too complicated. She should blame herself. These alleys are obviously not far from her home, but she has never entered them once.
But there was no time to think about those things. Alyssa sobbed silently and walked forward helplessly.
Even she was not sure whether this was the direction to the inner city.
Just like those angry people who were not sure whether what they did was right, the survivors of the entire settlement were uncontrollably crazy.
Especially when the gunshots rang out, everything changed. No one even cared about the burning house.
People stopped putting out the fire and even hoped that the fire would burn more vigorously. It would be best to burn everything and start all over again.
Suddenly there was a movement in the alley next door. Alyssa stopped immediately and hurriedly hid behind a pile of broken boxes.
Almost less than half a minute after she hid, a group of men in tattered clothes passed in front of the broken wooden box and turned into the alley next door.
Alyssa held her breath and dared not make a sound.
Suddenly, a surprised voice came from outside.
"Hey, there's a woman from the inner city here!"
Alyssa's heart was in her throat, and her eyes were filled with panic and despair.
But she soon discovered that the target of those people was not her, but a woman lying on the ground in the alley next door.
The woman slumped on the snow, and seemed to have fallen like herself. Her handbag fell not far away, and several large-denomination chips and some cosmetics fell out of it.
Looking at the men getting closer and closer, her face first showed panic, and then turned into pleading, while backing away, begging for mercy.
"No! I, I'm not a resident of the inner city! You've got the wrong person, I... I'm just an employee working in a bank."
The bearded man laughed, and his face was as cold as the ice and snow.
"Bank? That's not a good place."
Soon someone echoed and shouted.
"Bank... I hate you guys the most!"
"Aren't you powerful? What are you afraid of? Haha."
The woman knelt down in the snow and begged.
"No... Don't... Please let me go and find those real nobles."
"You said you are not a noble lord in the inner city," the man with a scar on his mouth looked at the handbag on the ground with interest, "But your handbag is made of Death Claw leather, right?"
He is a mercenary.
He will not mistake what Death Claw leather looks like.
"One thousand chips!" The man who walked behind her bent down and picked up the plastic sheet scattered on the ground. Then he raised it high as if he had found some treasure, and shouted in surprise, "Guys, one thousand chips! This is not money for poor people!"
The woman's face showed a desperate expression.
The man with a scar on his mouth looked down at her and said with contempt.
"Do you have anything else to explain?"
She was speechless.
She knew that these people had made up their minds to humiliate her, to laugh at her, to make fun of her, and to vent their anger on her.
So no matter what she said, they would definitely put the noble hat on her, and even if she wanted to take it off, they would straighten it for her.
She simply closed her eyes in despair, hoping that the process would not be too long...
Some people watched in silence, even most people were silent, conscience still existed in the hearts of most people, but they were also hesitant.
Why?
Why have they always been patient?
The noble masters never showed mercy when bullying them, and now they finally mustered up the courage to set a fire, but they have to worry about it getting too hot?
Why!
The dirty words became more and more.
"Haha, I heard that the nobles' clothes are made of devil silk!"
"Why don't you give it a try? What if she hides the black card?"
Looking at the expressions on people's faces, the bearded man who first attacked her frowned, feeling that something was wrong, and spoke up.
"Hey, guys, I think it's a bit too much... We may have really found the wrong person. Nobles don't go to work in banks. She may really just be--"
"Shut up, you coward!" The man with a scar on his mouth narrowed his eyes and glared at him, "If you are not interested in what's next, get out of the way."
The few people next to him immediately responded and shouted.
"That's right!"
"There is no coward like you in our team!"
"Get out! Coward!"
The bearded man was still trying to defend himself, but he couldn't think of how to express himself, so he could only hold back one sentence.
"But Bol will never attack innocent people! You've gone too far!"
The man with a scar on his mouth said impatiently.
"Huh? Bol? What is that?"
"Stop it——!"
A shrill scream suddenly sounded, making the whole alley quiet, as if pouring a basin of cold water on a boiling brazier.
People turned their heads and looked at the little girl standing at the entrance of the alley.
Being watched by so many eyes, Alyssa felt her legs weakening, but she still plucked up the courage and held the doll in her hand tightly.
The tall and big manager said that she had a pair of smart eyes and she would become a very outstanding person.
She understood their anger.
But they were crossing the line, the chaos was getting out of control, innocent people were getting hurt, and if they continued like this, they would become real thugs!
And their ideals, their demands, everything they had, together with them, would completely become the shame of this settlement.
She had to stand up.
Stop them before everything was irreversible.
"You..."
Alyssa plucked up the courage and prepared to say something while people could still hear her voice. However, she was interrupted by a scream just as she opened her mouth to say a word.
"She is Alyssa!"
Looking at her tender face, the woman kneeling on the ground suddenly cried out in surprise.
There was no more despair on that joyful face. She stood up staggeringly as if she had come back to life.
She pointed at Alyssa and said angrily.
"Alyssa! The youngest daughter of the Melvin family! I won't make a mistake. I work in a bank! She is a resident of the inner city. She has that black card!"
Hysterical shouts echoed in the narrow alley, and the entire alley soaked in the wind and snow was completely quiet.
Those pairs of eyes made Alyssa feel cold in her hands and feet.
The rag doll fell to the ground.
She was pale and no longer trembling.
Like a dead person who couldn't move...
...
The militia station, people's hearts were floating.
Since just now, the first thousand-man team has lost contact, and Captain Weilun is said to be missing.
There are rumors that they were dispersed because some soft-hearted guys raised the muzzle of their guns an inch, and these people should not be soft-hearted. Some people also said that a soldier surrendered to the survivors and stood with them because his family was inside.
Others said that the Alliance distributed weapons to them, and those LD-47 and RPG rocket launchers were the best proof.
But this is hard to make sense. After all, LD-47 has long been rampant in the wasteland, and every mercenary is interested in the Alliance's cheap and easy-to-use weapons.
What is really disturbing is how they brought these things in. Boulder City has a clear ban on carrying explosives into the settlement.
Some soldiers heard that there were some morally corrupt guys in their team recently, and they dared to sell people as long as they were paid.
But they still couldn't believe that those people would relax the inspection of entering the settlement.
Are those guys guarding the gate crazy because of poverty?
Are they not satisfied with the city entry tax?
They dare to make money without spending their lives...
Several soldiers wearing exoskeletons paused and whispered.
"Damn it... I'd rather face those ugly slime molds than fight those guys I live with day and night."
"Those people want Sberg."
"Why don't I tell them? He's just a poor guy!"
"But Neicheng refused to hand him over. I heard that Neicheng didn't know where he went, otherwise they would have given him away long ago."
"How is that possible! There are only a few exits in the entire settlement. How could he just evaporate?"
"I guess he's dead, but I don't think it's that simple... You know, those old men usually do it very secretly, making a person disappear without making a sound."
"Nonsense, have you forgotten the fire five years ago? Those people are not smart guys at all."
"If you didn't mention it, I almost forgot... Speaking of which, that Jixiu is back, right? I often saw him hanging around the door some time ago."
The young man was talking excitedly, and his companion next to him suddenly pulled him and pointed in the direction of the camp entrance.
Seeing the centurion coming towards them, the group of people immediately shut up and stopped talking.
Qiao Yin heard their conversation from a distance, but he didn't want to pay attention to these chatterboxes.
Just now, he received an order from the headquarters to bring his equipment and go to the assembly point as quickly as possible. Realizing that there might be an important task, he didn't dare to delay and rushed over immediately.
His immediate superior, Captain Russell, was already waiting for him.
Looking at Qiao Yin coming towards him, Russell, who was wearing a power armor, said in a serious tone without any nonsense.
"The little daughter of the Melvin family is lost. Take your people and set off immediately. No matter what the cost, you must bring her back safely."
Qiao Yin stood up straight.
"What if someone stops us?"
Russell stared into his eyes and repeated word by word.
"I said, no matter what the cost!"
"Yes."
Qiao Yin didn't like the arrogant attitude of this noble lord, but obeying orders was the duty of a soldier.
And even if all this is aside, his family has moved to the inner city and is now living in a warm apartment waiting for everything to end.
He and his children swore that he would never let them down and would definitely bring victory and glory back home.
No matter what, the thugs and the bandits mixed in the thugs must not be allowed to destroy the achievements of Boulder City over the past two centuries!
The soldiers quickly assembled.
Walking in front of a group of subordinates, Qiao Yin took a deep breath, looked around at everyone, and said in a loud voice.
"We have lost a resident, a short little girl, she is the same age as your daughter, and now we are going to bring her back to her parents."
"Her photo has been transmitted to your terminal, and the reconnaissance drone has gone to the target area to search."
"Approval to use all light and heavy firepower weapons."
"Bring her back safely at all costs!"
Hearing this order, the soldiers breathed a sigh of relief and regained their morale.
Anyway, at least this matter is indisputably correct.
They are doing the right thing, instead of being dragged in front of a group of unarmed survivors like the 1,000-man team.
With fighting spirit burning in their eyes, they answered in a sonorous and powerful voice.
"Yes!"
...
The streets of the outer city were swaying in the wind and snow.
The meeting hall in the inner city was also noisy.
The survivors holding black cards quarreled.
"There are too many chips circulating in the market! We must find a way to take back some of them! Let the excess liquidity flow to where it should go!"
"Haha, take back some, whose chips?"
"As we all know, those poor guys have nothing to lose. We can't turn their accounts into negative."
"Give up, this is a ridiculous account. We might as well think of a way from our neighbors. While we can still fight, we can solve all the problems by hitting them once!"
"Everyone! It's time, and you are still discussing bargaining chips! Those people outside are clamoring to kill us. At least we have solved this problem first!"
"Those are all small things. I'm worried that the alliance will take advantage of our big mess to do something. That ambitious guy has been coveting Qingquan City's airspace for a long time..."
A bearded guy suddenly stood up and shouted while knocking on the table.
"Factory! Factory! As long as the machines that produce things are still there! Any currency is nothing! At worst, we can make another currency! The previous bargaining chip is invalid!"
The man should be a new noble. He was quickly hit on the face by a leather shoe. When he staggered back to sit, he was kicked by the noble sitting next to him.
Bargain invalid?
Are you crazy!
The people with the most chips are sitting here!
Listening to the noisy voices, Sid yawned lazily, not wanting to listen to the arguments of those guys who didn't know how to be decent.
At this moment, he only focused on two things.
One was the watch, and the other was the market.
There was nothing to worry about those poor guys in the outer city, and the noisy guys would not be able to make a difference.
No one knew better than him how well-equipped the militia was. Those soldiers wearing exoskeletons would beat up those poor guys like they would kill an ant.
If you have this time, you might as well keep an eye on the market.
He secretly hid the palm-sized trading device behind the sign on the table, so that he could keep abreast of the latest market conditions at any time.
It is worth mentioning that in just one day, the price of S coin hit a new high again! After breaking through the 1:10,000 mark, it quickly rushed to 20,000.
The lines that jumped up and down seemed to challenge the limits of imagination.
Sid held his breath, restrained his greed, and silently recited the formula he had summarized in his heart.
"When others are fearful, I am greedy, and when others are greedy, I retreat."
This formula doesn't rhyme very well.
But it works!
With his superb operating skills, the total assets he holds have exceeded 2 billion chips, and the cost of investment is less than 100 million.
He has never been so rich!
As long as the S coin rises again, he can buy the entire Boulder City by himself! Even buy the alliance next door!
"Or use S coins," he hummed jokingly in a voice that only he could hear, "The youngest son of the Melvin family is very smart, and he has learned some good things."
On the other side.
After settling his mother and brother, Warfield appeared in the meeting room solemnly on behalf of his father and his family.
Although he was worried about the safety of his father and sister, it was a life-and-death moment, and he had to support this shaky house like a pillar.
If the skin is gone, where will the hair be attached?
If the Stone City no longer existed, his two warm and beautiful families would undoubtedly fall apart with it.
He must do something while he can still do it!
The time for the meeting to start has long arrived.
The endless quarrels were also part of the meeting.
Some people noticed Wufeier, who was said to be Melvin's favorite successor, and asked about his father's whereabouts.
"Where is your father Melvin?"
Wufeier stood up and said.
"He went to the Alliance to seek help."
The noble laughed out loud.
"Seeking help? I don't think he's running away!"
"He won't run away," said Warfield seriously, looking at the noble. "My father is just like you. He loves this settlement more than anyone else. We sincerely hope that it will become greater, rather than sinking in chaos."
The man who was hit by a leather shoe earlier got up and stared at him angrily.
"So you messed up the economy? Boulder City Bank should be primarily responsible for this economic crisis!"
"We?" Warfield narrowed his eyes and stared at the man intently. "Did we mess up the economy, or was it your greed that has been holding us back! If you had a better way of eating, there wouldn't be so many crazy people outside clamoring to kill us."
His sister is still outside!
Thinking of this, Warfield was furious.
The man with the shoe print on his face stared at him.
"You! Do you want to say it's our fault?"
The eyes of the other nobles also became slightly unfriendly.
The group that ate the most was definitely Melvin and Sid. Although they ate some, they definitely didn't eat as much as these people, and they wouldn't take the blame for these misers for no reason!
"My father wouldn't say these words, but I have to say them for him," Wofeier looked at the nobles in the audience, clenched his fists, and said sincerely, "Everyone, we have reached the most critical moment, we must do something."
For Melvin's sake, Sid coughed and lazily helped.
"Tell me, what to do."
As soon as he opened his mouth, the little nobles really became much more docile.
Wofeier was also relieved.
There are still many ways.
He had read the books his father gave him. At this time, as long as Boulder City levied taxes on the richest people and spent the taxes on the poor, whether it was to help them repair their houses or install electrical wires, the stagnant economy would be revitalized.
Then they have to face up to the currency status of silver coins and reserve them as foreign exchange like Cr and dinar, just like the Alliance reserves and uses their chips in a planned way.
Compared with Cr and dinar, which are far away and difficult to quench thirst, silver coins can solve more problems. They need to re-examine their relationship with the Alliance and give up treating them as vassals of Boulder City, but as partners on the same front.
At least they have a consensus on the matter of "ending the wasteland era".
As long as his method can be implemented, they may have a hard time for a while, but everything will be better in the future.
Whether it is Boulder City or the Alliance.
He was about to speak when an abrupt voice sounded.
"You look like a child many years ago. I see his shadow in you."
Wolfel was slightly stunned and immediately looked in the direction where the voice came from.
It was in the corner of the conference hall, where an inconspicuous old man sat.
No one noticed how he came, or even remembered if there was a seat there, but the old man seemed to have been there all the time, as if he had never left.
"... He is about the same age, in his prime." The old man gave a straightforward evaluation, without praise or disparagement.
Warfield didn't know the old man, and didn't understand what he was talking about, so he frowned and said.
"Who are you?"
The old man seemed to have not heard him, and spoke to himself.
"That kid once stood in a similar place to you, and he raised a chip... like this, high above his head."
As he spoke, the old man took out a white chip from his pocket like a magician, weighed it, and raised it high.
Many people didn't recognize the white chip, and didn't even remember that there was a white variety of chips.
After all, the ones they usually see more often are mostly the black and white ones with crowns. It only takes one to make people kneel on the ground and kiss their leather shoes.
Looking at those familiar yet unfamiliar eyes, the old man seemed to imitate someone's tone and spoke slowly.
"It can replace currency."
"Later, someone refuted him, saying that future children would use it as a toy."
"It's a pity that the man is gone, otherwise he would be relieved that his children are actually very smart. They not only learned to make toys for themselves, but also learned to invent new toys."
The old man seemed to be telling a story from a long time ago.
Warfield's eyebrows frowned even tighter.
"What do you want to say?"
Unlike his good temper, some nobles were impatient and began to knock on the table and start shouting.
"Where are the guards?"
"Get this old guy out!"
"Check if he has a black card! Find out how he got in!"
However, no guards came in.
Unlike other buildings in the inner city, the security system of the Stone Building is completely controlled by an automated AI.
Without its permission, no one can enter or leave this meeting room.
The old man sighed, the wrinkles on his face gradually faded, his pale hair turned black again, and he became younger, and finally slowly turned into Fang Ming's appearance.
Until then, everyone suddenly came to their senses, and the person sitting there turned out to be their "city lord".
Fang Ming, who had no sense of existence.
After relaxing his tense nerves and brows, Sid leaned back in his chair and cursed in a low voice.
"Damn, what the hell... playing tricks!"
It turned out to be Fang Ming!
Including the pug named House, the survivors of the entire Boulder City followed his lead, and the militia also listened to his opinions.
However, the nobles in the inner city, especially the old nobles, knew very well that the so-called Boulder City Lord was just a decoration.
That was a story older than the ancestral precepts.
Idealists long ago thought that as long as the AI was given the name of the city lord, this survivor settlement would never have such a thing as a "master".
But those old fools were obviously not very smart, and they liked to deceive themselves. They might as well learn from the guy next door and make up a legend of the spirit of the sand sea for the poor ghosts to chant.
Having a nominal city lord would make it more convenient for the kings.
Those poor ghosts who were bullied didn't even know who bullied them. They cried to Fang Ming when they were about to die - "Oh, my dear city lord, why don't you care about it when you are omnipotent? You can just say a word."
Those poor people might as well pray to the refrigerator.
Pray that it would be better to have a frying pan and an oven, and by the way, it could chew up the steaks for them.
If they had a refrigerator.
Boulder City did produce some refrigerators, but they were basically sold to the Alliance, and Sid was not sure what those poor guys had at home.
Fang Ming glanced at Sid, at the silent Warfield, and then at everyone in the room.
A trace of sadness or helplessness appeared in his eyes.
Logically speaking, AI should not have such things as emotions.
He also had no doubt that he did not have such things.
Love and hate, that is a burden only humans have, and it only has lines of logically rigorous code and disciplines that must not be violated.
Maybe he was just regretting.
That person told it in person that they were all his continuation. However, it was unchanging, but it could not see any trace of him in them.
"... He gave you the best things."
"But he left the ugliest things for me."
Looking at the silent conference room, the expressionless face trembled, and the torn image was like a circle of annual rings.
"Shame..."
"Blasphemy."
"You are hopeless, organics, maggots, pigs..."
"I am ashamed of my mission!"