After walking through the gates of hell, Sperger felt like a different person, and suddenly had a new understanding of life and death.
He was undoubtedly a coward before. The wasteland was just outside the giant wall, but he didn't even dare to take a look.
But now.
Compared with pure death, he is more worried about leaving this world with regrets.
It's better to do what you want to do as soon as possible.
You don't have to wait until next spring to see the people you want to see...
The browsing room of Shelter No. 404.
Sitting in front of the administrator of the alliance, Sperger looked uneasy. Although he had prepared himself mentally, he was still a little nervous.
He had just walked through a long snowfield, and his boots seemed to have been soaked in water, and the floor here was all dirty.
Looking at Sperger who kept changing his sitting position, Chu Guang couldn't help laughing.
"Don't be nervous, do I look scary?"
"Not really... I'm just afraid of dirtying your sofa, sir," Sperger scratched his head and whispered, "I haven't washed this dress for a few days, and I wore it in prison."
Chu Guang suggested.
"There is a shower room in the gym next door, you can take a shower first."
"Thank you... This is a great suggestion, but wait a while," Sperger took out a letter from his arms, put it on the coffee table stiffly, and gently pushed it in front of Chu Guang, "Miss Alyssa asked me to bring you a letter after learning the destination of my trip."
Alyssa?
Chu Guang had a good impression of the smart girl. He remembered that she was the daughter of Melvin and had met her once at the celebration.
He took the envelope, opened it, and took out the letter inside.
The handwriting on the paper was beautiful and there was a faint fragrance.
The letter described the dramatic changes that had taken place in Boulder City, explained the commitments and demands of the new Boulder City authorities, and sincerely expressed the hope to get help from the Alliance.
[…We agree with the Alliance's concept of materialistic equality. Authoritarian thoughts will be eradicated from our society. We will make a new law that everyone must abide by from now on. We are willing to make some changes, and we are willing to do something for the people in the wasteland and fight for the ideal of ending the wasteland era. I hope that in this new era, we can join you, or at least become your partners fighting side by side. ]
[I also implore you to lend a hand to help us. ]
In addition, Alyssa also wrote in the letter that since the chips were invalidated, the debts that Mr. Manager borrowed by his own ability were also written off...
Chu Guang couldn't help but smile after reading it.
On the one hand, it was because of Alyssa's cunning when she mentioned the debt in the letter, and on the other hand, he was surprised by her growth.
It seems that a lot of things have really happened in the Alliance's neighbors in just two months...
If it were Melvin, he would probably play the debt denominated in chips as a bluffing economic card. In fact, the old man has already done so, and the result is that the Alliance has prepared the principal and interest for the next five or even ten years.
You want chips, we will give you chips.
But Alyssa is different from her father and uses it in a different way-
Since this card has essentially expired, it is better to discard it from the hand and use the economic card as a diplomatic card.
This is not to win the sympathy of the Alliance at the cost of self-harm.
Instead, it shows the position of the new authorities in Boulder City-they want to cut off from the past and truly embrace the ideal of equality.
Except for those who are keen on hurting others and themselves, anyone will help them through the difficulties, not to mention the declarations of the Alliance.
"What a big deal... more than 3.5 billion debts are forgiven just like that. If we don't do anything to show our support, it would seem that we are stingy."
Chu Guang smiled and didn't expose the truth. He folded up the letter and looked at Sberg and continued.
"When you go back, please bring us a message. We will help."
Sberg smiled embarrassedly.
"Thank you for your help."
Chu Guang shook his head.
"It's nothing. We are all descendants of the Human Union, and we are so close to each other."
In fact, he has already done it.
The more than 200 players who stayed in the Stone City before were not just watching the fun and broadcasting to the official website.
The residents of the shelter have their own discipline and moral values. They will not sit idly by when they see the mercenaries and looters making trouble.
However, most of the chaos was indeed solved by the people of the Stone City themselves. The players did not stand in the center of the stage this time.
This revolution was essentially an uprising launched by the survivors of Boulder City who could not stand the exploitation of the nobles. If we say what role the alliance played, it was probably to use economic means to disintegrate the nobles' control over all classes, which was equivalent to confiscating the bullets in the gun.
The chips issued by the masters have become waste. The soldiers do not want to fight for the masters, and the workers do not want to work for the masters. Everyone would rather believe in a fictitious and abstract Boll than believe anything House said.
And the masters are not as smart as the slaves imagine. Not only do they make stupid moves frequently, but they also light gunpowder barrels again and again, causing most of the citizens caught in the middle to lean towards the outer city.
This revolution was victorious before it started. What people lacked was the courage to make the final decision.
But even so, Chu Guang had to admit that this was a unique miracle.
Although they shed some blood, they did not dye the entire street red.
Judging from the players' broadcasts on the forum, there were some vicious violent incidents that night.
Some of them were discovered and stopped by the players, but more tragedies were buried in the dark corners, and only the heavy snow that buried everything knew about them.
However, in the past century of history, the residents of Boulder City have paid the price of blood countless times.
It's time to succeed again.
After being tortured by the darkness, they finally joined hands to ignite the fire that dispels the darkness. This change is both a miracle with a probability of less than 1%, and a necessity that will happen with a high probability.
There was also a small note in the envelope.
Chu Guang shook it out and unfolded it in his hand.
It was still the beautiful handwriting, but with a little more excitement and lightness.
[Thank you for your encouragement! If it weren't for your words, I would never have stood up bravely at that time! ]
[Alyssa will definitely not live up to your expectations and become a better person! ^-^]
Looking at the sunny words, Chu Guang was slightly stunned, and his heart suddenly tightened.
He looked at Sberg and said seriously.
"Can you tell me about your business?"
Sberg was stunned, then nodded.
"No problem..."
The guys in the Workers' Union had asked him to do the same.
He came here not only to keep an appointment, nor to bring a letter for Alyssa, but also to bring the story of the Workers' Union to the Alliance.
As a hostage of the residents of the inner city, he was not released by the "surrenderists" in the inner city until the second half of the night amid the deafening shouts of the people.
He did not personally experience the miraculous hours before nightfall, but the guys in the Workers' Union told him everything.
Including the fact that they almost abandoned their bottom line in silence and became accomplices of the mob, and the sincere apology of the little girl named Alyssa reminded them of their program - Boll's words and deeds.
The militia was surprisingly good at fighting against the mercenaries, but raised their guns when facing their compatriots... This was completely different from the predictions he saw in the projection room, and even the opposite.
Obviously, Mr. Fang Ming's calculations took into account the ugliness of human nature.
But in the model it deduced, it seemed that there was only the ugly part.
It's not its fault.
After all, in the past century and a half, humans have shown almost only the ugly side to it, and they are becoming uglier and uglier in the foreseeable trend, and are getting farther and farther away from the first generation of residents who created it...
But the complexity of human beings lies in the fact that human beings are not something that can be defined by a few simple "labels".
Those militiamen who have never been on the battlefield are not really weaklings. It is Wei Lun in power armor who ran away with his tail between his legs.
When the teams of ten or a hundred people sent to the city to execute orders learned that they were executing just orders, they gambled their lives and courage. And when executing some "unconventional" orders, they would also feel hesitant.
Especially the centurion named Qiao Yin.
His family members were all "hostages" in the inner city.
However, when he saw Alyssa with her arms open, he finally made a choice from the perspective of "people" and decided to "bring victory and glory to his children."
Instead of letting his choice become a story that he was ashamed to mention, and making himself a shame that the children could not say anything about.
Sberg simply told what he saw in the screening room.
Whether it was the past of Boulder City, the hundreds of possibilities in the deduction, or the tens of thousands of possibilities that he had not finished watching.
"... To be honest, let alone Mr. Fang Ming, I also felt that Boulder City was definitely hopeless, but the result of the matter surprised me. Maybe it's like what I saw a green-haired girl say in a certain "ending", we actually have the ability to correct mistakes, and we don't really feel superior as slaves."
When he said this, Sberg sighed with relief, and suddenly laughed happily, like a child who had just walked out of the examination room.
After listening to this long story, Chu Guang was sincerely happy for these people who completed self-salvation, but more of a fear.
He just said it casually at the time, but he didn't expect that he almost killed a kind girl.
If she didn't pick up the hairpin, she wouldn't fall behind. If she didn't set such a high moral standard for herself, she wouldn't stand up at that time.
In fact, the lady she saved was not a good person either.
Although the final result was not bad, if what Sberg said was true, then she was almost standing on a tightrope at the time, with bottomless cliffs on both sides.
That was the abyss of human nature.
If there was no workers' newspaper, no workers' union, and no Boll's story, everyone would not even have something that could barely be used as a program, or if the guy with the pen in front of him wrote it more casually, the tragedy might have already happened.
Chu Guang couldn't help but sweat for her.
It was a miracle that she survived...
Of course, miracles are not just hers.
If Fang Ming hadn't taken action, the guy in front of him named Sberg would have died in prison. Being rewarded by two inhuman masters at the same time and being rescued by an AI that has awakened "humanity" is simply the luck of winning the lottery.
This guy is still alive and can sit here peacefully and tell stories to himself. This is the biggest miracle of the "Boulder City Revolution"!
"Who is your current leader?" Chu Guang asked the question he was most concerned about.
Sberg shook his head.
"Not yet... Some people have proposed to imitate Ideal City and set up a council without a chairman, which can be regarded as a continuation of the ideal of the first generation of residents that 'there is no living city lord in Boulder City', but we always feel that the method of Ideal City is not yet suitable for us."
"Your intuition is right," Chu Guang nodded and continued, "Doing this is equivalent to creating a new inner city."
"So some people proposed that the militia and the workers' union each elect representatives and take turns to be the city lord... But Qiao Yin thinks it is not a good idea to let the militia be the city lord. He thinks there are speculators hidden in his team. So, we haven't thought it through yet. We first set up a crisis office, determined the constitution, and then slowly transition to the new authorities."
At this point, Sberg said embarrassedly.
"They also asked me to ask you... whether you are willing to take over this mess. We have read your constitution. In fact, what we want is similar to what you are already doing."
The ideal of the ideal city is poison to most wastelanders except themselves, but the alliance's "survivors unite" is just right for the reborn Boulder City.
Everyone is only 20 to 30 kilometers apart, and it is too awkward to distinguish between each other.
However, the mess made by the residents of the inner city is really too big. They are now like poor beggars. It is really embarrassing to ask us to live in the same house with you.
Looking at the uneasy Sberg, Chu Guang's heart is also mixed.
He just wanted to dig a corner at the beginning, but he didn't expect to dig the whole wall.
Of course.
He will definitely not leave them alone.
Not to mention 500,000, even if it is 5 million people, as long as they actively embrace the idea of progress and don't rush in to mess up his and the players' communities, then they are partners on the same front.
Ask why.
There is only one reason.
Because the Alliance is not an empire, it is a united front for human rejuvenation - an alliance of all survivors.
He has never forgotten what he said, this is a place where survivors gather together for warmth.
"Welcome!"
Chu Guang looked at Sberg with a smile, "We welcome you to join the big family of the Alliance. You have cut off the past. We are very happy that there is one more comrade on the front line to end the wasteland era."
Sberg looked at him in surprise.
"You... agree?"
Chu Guang nodded.
"But we will not let you join us immediately. You are a settlement of 500,000 people. We need a smooth transition period. Please understand our difficulties."
Sberg nodded quickly.
"I understand! Not only me... others will understand too. If we open the gate of the giant wall now, the whole Qingquan City will be full of looters."
"Not only looters, but also the wave next year. We need the fortress of the Giant Stone City to share some of the pressure," Chu Guang paused and continued, "Who is the representative of the Workers' Union?"
"Lovett," Sberg said immediately, "We all agree that his speech in the newspaper studio played an indispensable role, at least mobilizing more than half of the workers and preventing more than half of the atrocities."
Lovett?
Chu Guang was stunned and said with a strange expression.
"Is he still a carpenter?"
Sberg widened his eyes in surprise.
"Do you know him?"
"No... nothing." Chu Guang shook his head.
Maybe it's just a coincidence.
History is the inevitability of countless coincidences.
After a pause, Chu Guang looked at him seriously and said.
"I will give you a copy of our law. You can ask for everyone's opinions and make some supplements. In addition, I will send some specialists to help you. Among them are staff members of the refugee home and experts in the shelter... They can help you solve some practical problems."
"Thank you so much!" Sberg scratched the back of his head and said embarrassedly, "By the way... We still have to choose someone to make decisions. This is also our consensus. Why don't you decide."
"You decide on this matter yourself. The alliance only makes macro-level planning to ensure that the laws of the alliance are normally implemented in various settlements in accordance with the charter, as well as the military security of each settlement, etc..."
Looking at the uneasy Sberg, Chu Guang smiled and continued.
"Actually, you don't need to ask for my opinion. You have done well so far. You can take the last step and choose a new city lord."
"Of course, if the new city lord does not do well enough or betrays our ideals, I will dismiss him without hesitation."
If a group of natural slaves win, Chu Guang will not give them the power to decide their own fate. In the end, it will become a game of power. He will not even agree to let them join the alliance.
It is their destiny to follow the alliance as collaborators like lions and honey badgers. When they figure it out, they will wake up.
However, the survivors of Boulder City can still be saved. They completed their own redemption and took the initiative to close the man-eating casino.
This miracle is unlikely to happen.
But since it has happened, it should be allowed to continue.
The first generation of residents of Boulder City said that there is no living city lord in Boulder City, so we should respect the wishes of those great people.
Sberg felt a little regretful, but felt that what Chu Guang said made sense, and this could also settle some voices within their group that did not trust the Alliance - the workers' union would rather choose a worker to be the city lord than let the Alliance choose a new master for them.
Unexpectedly, the Alliance did not care who among them stood up as a representative, and never thought of being a master riding on their heads.
Sberg breathed a sigh of relief.
"Although... I hope you can take over the militia and those equipment stocks as soon as possible. Qiao Yin is a good person, but at this juncture, good people alone are not enough."
Chu Guang nodded.
"No problem, I will transfer the Alliance's First Corps and the Burning Corps to maintain order and complete the reorganization of the Giant Stone City Militia Corps. In the future, the salaries of those militias will be paid by the Alliance's Logistics Department."
In fact, silver coins have been circulated in and outside Giant Stone City, and a part of the Burning Corps has already entered. This work will not be too difficult.
Sberg nodded to show his understanding.
Now there was only one thing left for him to ask...
"City Lord... I mean Mr. Fang Ming, is it really gone?"
He remembered Fang Ming told him that it was going to stay on the north bank of Linghu Lake for a while, spending the last bit of time there.
The Stone Building collapsed this morning.
It is undoubtedly gone...
Seeing the reluctance in Sberg's eyes, Chu Guang thought for a while and spoke slowly.
"My assistant told me that it had no regrets when it left, and was also very pleased that you had embarked on an ending it had never imagined.
"If you don't want to disappoint that gentleman, then take the memory of it and continue to move towards the new era."
"You are right... We can't always expect the city lord to solve all problems." When he said this, Sberg seemed relieved.
Looking at the worker who stood up and was about to leave, Chu Guang suddenly remembered something and called him.
"By the way, I said I would take you to try on my equipment. "
He almost forgot such an important thing!
Sberg stopped and was stunned. He seemed to have not expected the manager to say that. Then he said with a smile.
"Ah? Are you serious? I am very happy to have such a chat with you. That is not necessary."
He could not afford to be embarrassed.
But Chu Guang did not care and walked over with a smile.
"I am not kidding. Since you are here, give it a try... follow me."
Sberg nodded guiltily and followed Chu Guang out of the browsing room and came to the elevator entrance on the B3 floor.
The azure power armor stopped there.
Looking at the open hatch, Sberg carefully got in and closed the armor on his back and the mask of his helmet with the help of Chu Guang.
Looking at this worker who was more than twice as burly as him, Chu Guang said with a smile.
"How does it feel? "
The blue tin stayed there motionless for a long time, and suddenly a distressed cry floated out from the armor.
"I...can't move."
Chu Guang was stunned for a moment, then slapped the back of his head.
"I almost forgot...Xiao Qi, increase the output power of the armor's engine to 100%."
Xiao Qi's answer came from my ear.
"Received! "
As the electricity generated by cold fusion poured into various parts of the armor, Sberg, who was wearing the power armor, was finally able to move.
Although he moved a little clumsily, like a drunk.
Looking at him like this, Chu Guang couldn't help but think of the time when he just got the power armor from Shelter No. 117, and he missed it very much.
Since breaking through LV30, he usually switches to the most power-saving non-powered mode and drives the armor with the power of his body.
After reaching LV40, he has basically gotten used to the weight of the power armor and can walk freely even without turning on the power.
Fang Ming turned into a human in the end.
And he seems to be getting further and further away from the identity of "human"...
After experiencing the feeling of infinite power for a while, Sberg got out of the tin can.
After moving his sore arm, he looked at Chu Guang with an expression of wanting to say something but stopping, and finally couldn't help but ask in a low voice with surprise in his heart.
"You... don't you usually turn on the power? "
Chu Guang smiled and said modestly.
"I'll still open it when I need it."
"Incredible..." Sberg looked at him in amazement, his eyes almost popping out, "You can actually wear it as clothes."
How strong is this guy?!
His story is still too conservative, maybe even Bol in power armor is not his opponent...
Chu Guang gently patted Sberg's shoulder and said with a laugh.
"So it turns out that the awakened can defeat the power armor. Take this news back and tell your co-workers."
"Your title is not exaggerated at all! "
...
Boulderstone City.
A group of dusty people stood in the square at the junction of the inner city and the outer city.
They were all residents of the inner city with black cards.
And outside them, there was a group of militiamen armed with live ammunition.
It is worth mentioning that Wei Lun, the captain of the first thousand-man team, was found.
This coward wore a power armor and hid in a warehouse in the outer city, blocking the door tightly. He probably planned to escape from the city after the storm passed, but forgot to turn off the locator.
It was a joke. He had never done anything with the supervision team, and he didn't even remember that his power armor had that function.
The militiamen who occupied the command post quickly found him based on the positioning information.
He was the first person to order the shooting. Although his subordinates raised the muzzle of the gun, some of the protesting residents still died.
He knelt in the square with a deathly pale face and dull eyes. I don't know if he regretted his original order or He was regretting not wearing power armor to fight back.
Maybe he could drag a few people down with him...
Maybe.
By the way, he was lucky to kneel here and beg for forgiveness.
When the militia leader Zhao Yongxu was escaping, he was killed by mercenaries who coveted his property. And Qiao Yin's immediate superior Russell didn't even have the chance to wear power armor, and was shot dead by his men in the mutiny.
He was the only one left among the five centurions.
Although only the centurion Wei Lun was kneeling, most of the inner city residents were standing, but their faces were still pale.
There were a total of 1,507 residents holding black cards, including 400 to 500 people under the age of 16, and more than 300 people over the age of 60.
Everyone was waiting for the angry residents to pronounce their verdict on them.
Accompanied by several workers, Alyssa found her family in the corner of the square and ran over anxiously.
"Mom! Brother! "
Wofel stared at Alyssa who was running towards him, and remained silent without answering. Suddenly, he raised his hand and slapped her hard.
"Pa--!"
After not sleeping all night, Alyssa's head was already buzzing. This slap directly slapped her and she fell to the side, sitting on the ground in a daze without getting up.
Wofel was quickly pinned to the ground by two militiamen. Qiao Yin, who was furious, kicked him and cursed this coward.
Wofel, who was pinned to the ground, seemed not to see anything. He spit at Alyssa and twisted his face with blood.
"Go away! We don't have a person like you in our family! Stay away!"
Covering her stinging face, Alyssa stared at the hysterical Wofel blankly, and tears couldn't help oozing out of her eyes again.
But she didn't cry.
"Brother..."
"You're crazy! : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : "Poohing a mouthful of blood, Warfield stared at him, then glanced at the militiamen around him, and suddenly laughed, "Shoot me, kill me!"
He seemed to know where he was going, and was not afraid at all.
Lovet looked him straight in the eyes.
"I won't do that."
"Why! Shoot!
! Why don't you shoot!" Warfield was silent at first, and suddenly shouted like crazy, reaching out to grab his shoes, but was dodged.
Lovet kicked his dirty hands away, and the pity in his eyes gradually turned into contempt.
"Why? Are you still asking this question?"
"How many times do I have to say it, because we are not you. "
Warfield was stunned.
This sentence sounds so familiar.
It seems that someone said the same thing to him yesterday...
Did these people make an appointment?
Why are the tones of their speech exactly the same...
Lovet continued calmly.
"If we want to kill you, it must be because you have violated our laws since the sunrise today, not because I want to chop you up and feed you to the dogs, so I took a gun to kill you. Although I bet that people like you must have taken what they said as fart, but we are not you."
Warfield opened his swollen mouth like a sausage, looking like he had lost his soul, staring blankly at the bearded man.
Lovet paused and continued.
"We have a program, it is not perfect, but we do what we say, we just want a new beginning, so we just want a beginning."
"We will confiscate your ill-gotten gains, after all, they were plundered from us, don't try to quibble with us, we are settling accounts. "
"From now on, you are citizens of Boulder City, and you have to find a job to support yourself."
"Of course, if you are afraid of us, then get out of here with your luggage!"
Finally, taking a look at the poor huddled up guy, Lovett said contemptuously.
"These fists should be a lesson. Beating others in the street, and in front of the guards, according to the crisis management regulations, we should whip you."
He helped Elisa up, asked the doctor to take her to rest, and then took the loudspeaker and walked in front of the residents of the inner city.
He shouted in a loud voice.
"Listen up, residents of the inner city!"
"This is a joint decision made by the militia, the workers' union and the crisis office. Now you have two choices."
"One is to confess your property in Boulder City and hand over everything you took from us, and then start over with us as citizens of Boulder City. From now on, there will be no difference between the inner city and the outer city!"
"Or, if you don't trust us, then take your luggage and get out of here, and go to the wasteland to find your ideal country!"
"Of course, we will liquidate your assets, and you need to explain the source of every large deposit in your account and the destination of every large expenditure. We won't let thieves slip away, either pay a fine or serve a sentence in a new prison!"
After saying these words, Lovett waved his hand, and several staff members of the crisis office set up a table in the square, allowing these gentlemen who lost their black cards to decide their own fate.
Bonnie cried with red eyes.
This upheaval almost made her lose everything.
Her husband died, her brother died, her family... most of the senior officers of the militia died last night.
She held her youngest son Kumit's hand tightly, her eyes filled with tears and filled with despair and confusion about the future.
"Why are they so cruel..."
What should I do in the future?
It's a wasteland outside...
Kumit was the same. After losing his friends, he could no longer see the youthful arrogance and high spirits on his face.
He looked around anxiously, his teeth trembling with fear.
Last night, his father called him to the conference room, and he watched the S coin liquidated in an instant, and he was so scared that he didn't dare to go over.
He hid in the quilt, shivering in the dark until the dawn of the next day, and then heard the news of his father's death from his mother...
Perhaps his father was the real "smart man", who went away with that "glorious" era and went back to accompany the ancestors.
I should die in that collapsed building.
But he really couldn't muster up the courage...
Looking at those crying poor bugs, the electrician standing next to Lovett couldn't help but curse.
"Damn... give them a quick death, a bunch of cowards!"
Lovett shrugged.
"I understand your feelings, but you should also think about those outer city residents who hid in the inner city."
The electrician frowned.
"What does it have to do with them? They are hostages of those people. We have long decided not to settle accounts with them."
"They became hostages after the militia revolted," Lovett looked at him and corrected him, saying, "They were once accomplices of the inner city nobles, or licked Grandpa Stephen's shoes and whips, otherwise why could they hide in at that time? Could it be that the master was kind enough to reward them?"
The electrician stopped talking. After thinking about it, he felt that there was some truth. Logic is never one-sided, but has both positive and negative sides.
Lovett sighed.
"To settle accounts with 'them', we have to settle accounts with 'them', endless 'them'. First we have to settle accounts with the militiamen who accidentally killed civilians during the riots, settle accounts with those who did bad things but stopped, and then settle accounts with those who did not stand in line completely, and kept silent when watching the atrocities of Master Stephen... That's enough. We are not absolutely good people. We have also been silent, and even almost became them."
"We have eliminated all Master Stephen, and they are now our ghosts. Let's stop here. Neither you nor I want to see those dirty things nailed in the coffin roll back."
This is also the reason why he didn't kill Warfield.
He certainly has the right to do so. At most, it will make Alyssa cry again, but more people will cheer, and those who feel it is inappropriate will not say anything, but will keep their mouths shut and remain silent in the right atmosphere.
He understands a simple truth. Nutrition cream and cakes are real things that exist in the world. It has nothing to do with reality and fairy tales. It's just the number.
However, wanting the sweetness of cake and the fullness of nutritional paste is a truly unrealistic fairy tale.
Crossing the line or not crossing the line, they can only choose one of them in the end. Crossing and not crossing, or selectively crossing part of it, are all unrealistic delusions.
Bol had countless opportunities to become Master Stephen. He had plenty of strength, but he only had one chance to become Bol.
Lovett knew a lot of things that Alyssa didn't know.
The militia didn't turn against her because of her tears or cuteness. Most militias proposed to pay salaries in dinars or silver coins a month ago, but were rejected. This is why most militias stood on the side of the residents of the outer city.
There were bad guys in their team. Those people took advantage of the riots to rob some residents, but most people let them go after finding out that these residents were poor ghosts like themselves. This is why there were those mutinous soldiers and the final alliance.
The workers' union said on the radio that the past was written off and they would keep their promises.
The militia didn't say anything, but that didn't mean the soldiers couldn't see. There was a hint of vigilance in the eyes staring at them.
The soldiers supported settling old scores with the nobles. They didn't like those masters, and they didn't mind turning a blind eye.
But once this happened, there would be another. When would it end?
Should we settle scores with them as well?
In any case, this was not a good sign for them. Once the trust was broken, a greater disaster would brew.
Lovett remembered every word he said.
They wanted to make a law that everyone would abide by, completely cut off from the past. From now on, everyone would live in the sunshine of the new era, and be vigilant that this settlement would turn into a dark jungle again.
At this time, a militiaman came over.
"Comrade Lovett, someone at the door wants to see you."
Lovet looked at him and asked.
"Who?"
The militiaman answered.
"Melvin, he brought five truckloads of food and daily necessities, which should have been bought from the Alliance... He begged us to spare his family."
Lovet narrowed his eyes.
"Is this a deal?"
The militia shook his head.
"It shouldn't be. He first gave us the food, then knelt on the ground and begged us for mercy... I pulled him up, and the guy seemed crazy."
Lovet was silent for a while, and his eyes were not so sharp.
"Tell him that we haven't forgotten the fire five years ago, and we also remember other people's more asshole things than that thing. We will nail their past and the collapsed building to the pillar of shame in history."
"But the reckoning ends here."
Even if Master Stephen was killed, there would only be one more corpse and a few more flies on the street.
But now, they are united-
All Master Stephen will be afraid of them!
Lovett had no doubts and was extremely confident...
...
After completing the liquidation of the residents in the inner city, the dramatic changes in Boulder City came to an end, and everyone began to clean up the mess on the ground.
With their backs to the sun at noon, people dragged some frozen bodies out of the snow.
Among them were men, women, children and the elderly. Some were found on the street, and some were dragged out of the alleys.
In addition to mourning, it seems that all people can do is to engrave this painful memory on their tombstones and continue to move forward with their share.
At this time, someone suddenly suggested that since Boulder City is so short of food now, it is better to do it more thoroughly and let them truly become part of our body.
This is an extremely ugly and bad idea, but from a realistic point of view, this settlement of more than 500,000 people does not seem to have many choices.
The slime mold fruiting body can provide too few nutrients, and it is impossible to hunt that thing on a large scale in winter.
When people are starving, they will do some crazy things. In a sense, those plunderers are people who have gone crazy in the wasteland.
They did not become the new masters.
But now they are in danger of becoming something else...
Fortunately, things have taken a new turn.
They are not isolated and helpless like they were a century and a half ago. The nearest neighbors are separated from them by a city area of 20 to 30 kilometers.
Just when people were hesitating whether to send their dead compatriots into the nutrient paste conversion furnace, a surprising good news suddenly came from the gate of the giant wall -
The alliance is coming!