Why?
Kneeling in the square, Wofeier stared at the sky with lifeless eyes. The afternoon sun penetrated through the bruised eyes, making him feel extremely dazzling.
He would rather it snowed right now.
It would be best if it could bury him.
The liquidation was over.
They lost everything in this settlement.
The alliance did not allow the free exchange of chips and silver coins. Although his father must have unconventional means to exchange some, the amount was definitely not much. Cr and dinars are not to be mentioned. The exchange has been seized. Even if Jixiu still has some Cr left in his account in Ideal City, it is definitely not enough for the family to maintain their original life.
Money is a small matter. Losing power is what hurts him the most.
Wofeier would rather the militia kill him. Death is the fastest relief.
It would be best to kill his wife, children, mother and that useless brother together!
He would use his body lying on the street to plant a seed of hatred in Alyssa's heart. Maybe this seed would never sprout in her life, but it would torture her repeatedly.
As long as she saw any ugly side of the new authorities one day in the future and began to doubt the correctness of the original, she would definitely do something, and use a reason that no one could refuse, and raise another chip high to reopen the casino...
My death could help her escape the reckoning, and she was still young, and she would definitely live longer than those guys who only had brute force.
She had Melvin's blood flowing in her veins, and she was smart enough and had enough resources, even more resources than herself...
Although the kings of Boulder City were dead.
But their family could become the new royal family!
Definitely!
"Hehe..."
Thinking about it, Warfield suddenly laughed out loud, and then suddenly sobbed.
Why?
Why didn't he shoot...
Two militiamen stood not far away and looked at the poor guy with disdain. Most of the people in the square had dispersed, and only he was still here, motionless.
Gwenth took Keshu away, and his wife and children followed. No one dared to approach him, after all, he had just been beaten by the militia of the new authorities.
Warfield felt a little dazed, and suddenly a hot and wet handkerchief was pressed against his face, pulling his dazed consciousness back from the edge of darkness.
"...Brother."
After wiping off the mud and blood on his face, Alyssa looked at him with heartache and fear, and whispered.
"I'm sorry... I put all the family's property in the list, but that was originally what we snatched from others-"
"You don't have to apologize..." Warfield opened and closed his bruised lips, panting, "You did the right thing, if I were outside, I would do the same. But next time, don't joke with your life, wait until you are two years older, you will know that if they really want to do something to you, they won't just scold you and 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 feel that her brother had another high hope for her - a high hope that she didn't want to realize at all.
"Why..." There was a moment of confusion in Warfield's eyes.
He really couldn't answer this question, and didn't know how to answer it.
Isn't it natural to eat others in a casino full of people eating each other?
Alyssa sniffed and said seriously.
"It's over. This casino... and its chips will no longer have black cards. From now on, we only support our constitution."
Warfield suddenly smiled, looked at his sister lovingly, and wanted to reach out and touch her head, but hesitated and took it back.
"Father wrote a fairy tale in your heart. If possible, he hopes that you will never come out of there... but you jumped out of the window."
"We are a family. How can he not understand what you can understand? But some things are meaningless to do now. They will only kill you all. Even if they succeed, everything will change back."
Alyssa shook her head gently and looked at her brother seriously.
"Let's leave the future to the future. We just need to do well now. At least everyone is a good person now."
Wofel looked at her desperately: "Why don't you understand... Fairy tales can never be true. People are born unequal. Otherwise, why would the prosperous era disappear? Those people will change back sooner or later! Sooner or later!"
"You just said that we are a family. How can I not understand it?" Alyssa gently hugged her brother and patted the back of his head soothingly. "It doesn't matter. I'm still young... When I'm as old as my father, my children will watch over me."
Wofel's expression suddenly twitched.
He has never cried in more than 30 years, but he couldn't control it at this moment.
His sister chose the most difficult and futureless path, at least he could not see any foreseeable future. And he himself was already a dead man.
Their family might really be finished.
Looking at his sister who was still comforting him, Warfield didn't even know what he was feeling sorry for, maybe he was just feeling sorry for himself.
He was ready to die, and made the last move painstakingly, but was made a joke by a group of idiots who were countless times stupider than him.
Maybe the casino will never open again.
He knelt in the square and cried, howling for the first time in a long time...
...
At the same time, in front of the gate opposite the Far Wind Hotel, a group of lovely people walked in the afternoon sunlight.
They brought weapons.
But more of them brought 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 Human Alliance. Even if the radioactive dust buries the shelter underground, they will stand up and fulfill the mission they swore under the flag.
Moreover, many of these supplies were originally obtained from Boulder City for free.
Compared with what they got from this settlement, these supplies are nothing at all.
And not only the survivors in the giant wall, but also the survivors in the slums outside the giant wall, the Alliance intends to save them together.
The players installed an elevator on the viaduct next to the Far Wind Hotel and lowered the goods on the trucks parked on the roadside one by one.
More players set up a shed at the door of the Far Wind Hotel and organized a isolation belt to maintain the formation and order.
Most of them are life professional players.
Since Boulder City has become the fifth city of the Alliance, now is the time to brush the regional reputation.
I have never seen such a strange scene. Whether it is the poor people in the slums or the vendors setting up stalls in the square in front of the giant wall, they all put down their work and came over to watch the excitement curiously.
"What does the alliance want to do?"
"Is it going to annex the Stone City?"
"Hahaha, it is really a genius decision for me to collect silver coins!"
"Fuck! I also collected some chips, hoping that the new authorities can make it go up! It's really a loss!"
I don't care about the discussions of the survivors at all. The players don't understand what they are saying at all. They turn on the speakers to play the pre-recorded recordings.
"Those who have the strength to work, come register! No wages, but food and accommodation are provided!"
"Old people and children come here! We will settle them all!"
"Damn! There are too many people!"
"Take in intimate sisters over 18 years old! My house is quite big, welcome to come and play, sleep when you are tired, no problem-"
"Fuck! Brother Jie sneaked into the team!"
"Drag him out!"
"Ahhh, stop it, I'm here to help others! I shed blood for the alliance, I have made contributions to the alliance, I want to see the manager!"
Seriously, a few disheveled girls really wanted to go over after hearing this, and the little girl curled up in the plastic cloth even counted her age on her fingers.
After all, those blue jackets look good and don't smell bad. If something really happens, it's hard to say who will suffer more.
The most important thing is that people wearing blue jackets will definitely not "eat" people, but other wastelanders may not.
Some of the merchants looked decent, but maybe if they were taken away from the giant wall, they would be slaughtered as lambs.
Not to mention the gangs in the slums, who occasionally picked some good-looking "lambs" and sold them to people outside. The lucky ones could go to the free state in the north and become the bosses' money-making tools, while the unlucky ones might end up on the plunderers' dining tables or operating tables.
Unfortunately, the discipline of these blue coats was too strict, so strict that it was complaining.
The guy who was crying and laughing was quickly dragged away, as if he was just playing a joke.
The girls who gathered around out of curiosity could only register their names at the next table and wait for the resettlement of the refugee home...
Although the players did something, it was still a bit difficult for a few hundred people to face tens of thousands of people, not to mention that there were more than half a million people in the giant wall.
The scene was a mess, and people couldn't help but doubt whether they could really get things done.
However, it is still very touching that someone is willing to do something, and some people are willing to stand up and help them.
The Burning Corps and the First Corps entered the Boulder City and completed the handover of defense with the Boulder City 1,000-man team responsible for the city defense.
Lao Bai took people to the armory.
The new militia leader Qiao Yin took them to see some weapons, and another part was placed in the warehouse and apron in the inner city.
After seeing the weapons stored inside, all the players couldn't help but exclaimed.
"Fuck! Power armor!" Looking at the iron lump standing in the room, Quit Smoking walked up and touched it in surprise.
The Killing Dagger looked at him with a smile.
"Brother, do you want it?"
Quit Smoking nodded vigorously and said excitedly.
"I want to! I dream about it!"
"It's good to have dreams," the Kidney Fighter patted his shoulder, "Save contribution points, there's money."
Quit smoking: "#%￥@!"
A total of 30 sets of power armor, all pre-war styles, and most of them are dragoons like Lao Bai.
Some of them have been in disrepair for a long time and can't be used, but with Yin Fang, a little archaeologist, 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 wasted on those gentlemen!"
"Luckily, we came in time and didn't let them fall into the hands of the predators."
Taking his eyes away from the power armor, Lao Bai glanced at the boxes with radioactive signs in the corner of the wall.
According to Qiao Yin, those were some miniature tactical nuclear weapons left by the post-war reconstruction committee. They were only the size of a bowling ball, with an explosive equivalent of about 1 to 10 tons. Compared with 155mm artillery, the equivalent is about 10 to 45 kilograms, depending on the type of shell.
In reality, it is difficult to make such a small tactical nuclear bomb that can even be thrown out like a bowling ball, but this is in the game after all.
Destruction is much easier than construction. Obviously, in places that players cannot see, the managers have done a lot of work to prepare for a rainy day.
Otherwise, this exploding dead whale would at least cause turmoil in Qingquan City and even the southern part of the Valley Province for ten or even twenty years...
That is not a matter of adding a few wild monsters, but a crisis that is more lasting and has a wider impact than the Bone Chewing Rebellion!
"But they didn't use these things in the riot." Ye Shi scratched his head, puzzled, "Why?"
I can't understand!
A tactical nuclear bomb went down, and everyone on the street evaporated, right?
Kuangfeng glanced at the boy.
"You'll know when you grow up."
Ye Shi rolled his eyes when he heard his fatherly tone.
"I'm Ren's father!"
On the other side.
At the gate of Boulder City.
They also came to perform aid missions, but unlike those players who were busy doing missions, earning contribution points and reputation, most of the NPCs of the Alliance were not very motivated.
It should be clarified that they were very enthusiastic when facing other survivors in need of help, and they never turned their faces to the refugees who fled from Boulder City to the Alliance.
But "door-to-door service" was something many people didn't expect.
Looking at the towering giant wall, Zhao Shu muttered.
"Why?"
Yang Ergou glanced at him.
"Why?"
Zhao Shu pointed at the guys carrying suitcases at the door, not at them, but at their backs.
"Why should we help these guys?"
The two were residents of Beth Street. A long time ago, they worked in the Niuma Brick Factory, and they were promoted to foremen. Even the Army Staff Officer Vanus had been reformed under them.
Later, the Alliance was established, everything was formalized, and the Refugee House became a semi-official aid agency. They went to the Refugee House together again, and continued to add bricks and tiles to this building with the survivors who embraced the Alliance.
Zhao Shu was familiar with Boulder City.
Especially when he learned that those lucky guys could earn "almost the same" wages as the scavengers who risked their lives to pick up garbage in the wasteland just by screwing in the factory, they despised this decadent settlement even more.
The giant wall itself is an evil existence. It not only blocks the slime mold, but also rejects countless survivors at the door.
Beth Street, Brown Farm...all the feudal or semi-feudal survivor communities are mostly the legacy left by the ancestors of Boulder City.
He learned all this from the "Survivor Daily".
Boulder City was the first to become corrupt, and then the plague of thought gradually spread to other settlements along the ties maintained by the chips.
The entire southern part of the River Valley Province has become a hotbed of corruption.
Of course, there are many more corrupt settlements in the wasteland than Boulder City, but Boulder City is right next to them, so he naturally hates the people here the most.
Especially the survivors here also like to show off their poverty, and secretly call him Blue Rat and Country Bum.
Don't think he doesn't know!
Zhao Shu pouted in his heart.
"Stinky beggar..."
You can't even eat green wheat cakes!
You deserve it!
Yang Ergou glared at him.
"What are you talking about!"
"Am I wrong?"
Zhao Shu continued confidently, "The garbage we picked up and the food we planted were all used to feed these guys! Now we have to clean up the mess they have made! In my opinion, the survivors in the slums outside the wall can be taken in. They are truly innocent, and the people inside should be in jail for life!"
Yang Ergou frowned and said, "That's the master's fault. What does it have to do with ordinary people? They can't even chew dogtail grass, so they may not live better than us."
Zhao Shu rolled his eyes.
"Come on, they live much more comfortably 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. They are not without any enjoyment.
The population of Bet Street has not increased much in more than a hundred years, and the average life expectancy is about 30 years. From this perspective, the life expectancy of the residents of Bet Street has indeed been stolen by the workers in the city.
"You are right."
The voice from behind interrupted the increasingly loud quarrel between the two.
Luca came over.
Seeing the old butler - or should I say the mayor now, the two quarreling people immediately shut up and kept silent.
Zhao Shu apologized guiltily.
"I'm sorry... I -"
Luca looked at the young man and said in a soothing tone.
"You don't have to apologize. I understand your anger. When I saw Brown, I also wanted to kill him. I wanted to kill his whole family and his servants."
"Of course we can block the door and let the 'stinking beggars' inside help us produce things, giving them only a mouthful of swill to survive, and squeeze the last drop of blood from them and their future generations..."
"But do you expect such an alliance to end the wasteland?"
"Or think about it from another angle. You are not a Weilant. Have you ever expected to rely on the Legion to end our wasteland for a second?"
"Almost the entire desert is on our side, openly or secretly. We have united almost everyone we can unite. Even our enemies dare not face us. This is not because we are stronger or because we have the biggest fists."
"It's because we are an alliance, not an empire."
Looking at this skinny old man, Yang Ergou raised his thumb and said with a chuckle.
"That's what I think, but I don't know how to say it."
Zhao Shu scratched his head and still didn't understand.
He didn't care whether the alliance was an alliance or not. If the manager wanted to be the emperor, he would support him with both hands. It would be best if he could marry the youngest daughter of the Yu family. Then, the old neighbors would be able to enjoy the happiness together.
The skinny girl had grown up to be a beautiful lady, and was also liked by the residents of the shelter.
At least in his opinion, she was much better than that vulgar mercenary!
Luca patted him on the shoulder and did not force him to understand these things. He led everyone to move forward.
Regardless of whether these people were worth saving, since the manager said that it was the fifth city of the alliance, they were comrades on the same front, so he would do what he should do.
There was no reason.
Moreover, he would represent the alliance and go to Boulder City to do some things that the Workers' Union and the Militia were not capable of doing, and make up for some compromises they had to make with reality.
Including some criminal cases that occurred during the riots, including some settlements that were not done thoroughly, etc.
The residents of the inner city can certainly obtain forgiveness and amnesty from the residents of the outer city. After all, the black card has been completely abolished. The extent of the liquidation is also written in the uprising program by the residents themselves. Whether it is thorough or not is not up to others to say, and there is no need for others to teach.
But in the same way, one thing is one thing. Whether to accept those people to join the alliance, or to accept only some of them, is the business of the alliance.
The "criminal" who is accused by the relevant responsible person and involved in the murder case will not obtain the status of the alliance resident, regardless of whether he is a resident of the inner city or the outer city.
The alliance will set up a new court in Boulder City to conduct an open and fair trial of the case, and new evidence can be added within the five-year prosecution period.
If those criminals are confirmed guilty by conclusive evidence, and the compensation they make cannot obtain the forgiveness of the relevant responsible persons.
Then they will either accept labor reform as supervised persons, or get out of here as the residents of the outer city said, and find a suitable place for themselves in the wasteland...
But then again, doing so is actually redundant.
Most of the pardoned inner city residents did not want to stay, nor could they.
They were already carrying the original sin.
The outer city residents did not execute them, only because they promised not to kill in the uprising program, and they also took the initiative to release Sberg and other "hostages" in their hands.
The settlement of more than 500,000 people is too small after all.
Everyone recognizes their faces.
They will not have any future living in this settlement. When they eat, they may be spitted into the bowl by the cook and rolled their eyes by the waiter who serves the bowl.
This makes them more uncomfortable than killing them, after all, death is only a moment.
Unless they do something to atone for their sins like the outer city residents generously pardoned them, like the little girl named Elisa, so that everyone in the outer city will think that this person really intends to be a family with them.
But this is too difficult.
Not everyone has the ability and opportunity to atone for their sins.
Without the power in their hands and deprived of all their property, they could not even survive, let alone support themselves.
This was undoubtedly a pardon.
But for many people, it was more like exile...
...
The square in front of the giant wall gate.
Bonnie and Kumit were hesitating about their future.
Her husband Sid died, and her family were all senior officers of the militia, and almost all of them died in the riot.
The victors did not kill them all, but that did not mean that there were no deaths.
After learning that Boulder City would become the fifth city of the Alliance, her other two sons had decisively pleaded guilty and were ready to go to the Alliance's prisoner-of-war camp for labor reform.
If they behaved well, they might be able to get out in three to five years, and maybe they could learn a craft or technology and live an ordinary life again.
But she couldn't do it.
Without servants, she couldn't even comb her hair.
Not only her, but also her most beloved youngest son Kumit, who could do nothing without someone to take care of him. If no one takes care of them, they will wither like flowers without water...
Thinking of the future life and the only 20 kilograms of luggage, Bonnie couldn't help but ooze tears from her eyes again.
"Mom..." Kumit pulled her hand and wanted to comfort her, but found that he didn't even know how to comfort people.
He didn't know where to go in the future.
The new authorities confiscated their Cr and dinars. They couldn't afford the tickets to the ideal city at all, and it was useless to go there.
There were only some clothes, sleeping bags, high-end canned food and nutritional paste in their suitcases.
Just when Kumit was desperate for the bleak life in the future, a little fat man suddenly came out of the crowd and waved at them vigorously.
"Hey! This way!"
Attracted by the funny action, Kumit looked at him and suddenly opened his eyes wide in surprise.
"Piru?!"
Piru's face smiled like a flower, just like his father, Mr. Weijia.
"Master Kumit! So lucky, you finally came out. My father and I have been waiting for you for a long time!"
Next to him stood his father's secretary Aaron.
They had planned to bribe the militia to get Bonnie out, but they didn't expect the new authorities to dump the mess of Boulder City to the Alliance.
This was a result that his father had not expected.
If the residents of the inner city also became citizens of the Alliance, they would never be able to make up for those regrets!
Looking at the excited little fat man with a flushed face, Kumit scratched his cheeks embarrassedly.
"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 little, at least he thought so.
"How could it be?! You will always be Master Kumit in my heart!" Piru bowed slightly respectfully, just like before.
Kumit couldn't help but be moved.
In addition to those poor ghosts who swarmed to snatch things from him, there are still good people in this world!
"Piru... my friend, you are so nice!"
"You are so polite!"
Piru smiled innocently, then turned to the mother beside Kumit, looked at her and blinked, "And Aunt Bonnie, you are still as charming as before, as if you will never grow old."
Bonnie, with tears in her eyes, was amused by this sentence and couldn't help curling her lips.
"Thank you, you are really good at talking... just like your father."
Piru continued with a happy face.
"Speaking of my father, he prepared a welcoming banquet for you at the Far Wind Hotel! He knew you definitely didn't know where to go, and he specially booked a room for you to stay."
Bonnie was slightly stunned.
"Mr. Weijia? Thank you... for thinking so much about 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 promise. He swore to be loyal to Master Sid forever, so he must do it. We are very sorry about Master Sid's affairs, but fortunately you are still alive. 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 Weijia that kind of person?
Although she always persuaded Sid to treat those businessmen who helped him make money well, Sid never really listened to what she said and the ancestral teachings she nagged.
However...
She still couldn't help fantasizing.
Maybe Mr. Weijia is really that kind of good person, grateful for Master Sid's help all the time, and willing to take care of them for Sid...
Seeing that another pair of inner city residents were planning to leave here completely, and this time it was a mother and son, the militia boy standing next to them finally couldn't stand it anymore and coughed hard.
"Hey, lady, there is a wasteland ahead, think it through! If you leave here, no law will protect you and your son."
Looking at the noble lady who was still hesitating, the young man couldn't help but persuade her.
"If you haven't done anything against the law, the alliance will accept you... Not all people with black cards are criminals, Mr. Lister is still a resident of the alliance."
Perhaps he shouldn't have said this sentence unnecessarily.
Bonnie was tempted to stay, but when she heard the second half of his sentence, her heart tightened, and she couldn't help but hold her youngest son's hand tightly.
Of course, she didn't do anything against the law, and she would even give a big red envelope to every maid in the family who left her to start a family...
But Kumit was not.
She knew very well what the fire five years ago had buried, and her brother Russell had even lost his temper with her husband over it...
"Mom..."
Kumet's eyes were filled with fear, and he held his mother's hand tightly.
He didn't want to stay with those predators.
I heard that the prisoners in the Alliance's prisoner-of-war camps were all evil spirits from the wasteland, the kind that 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 he had curled up in bed with the S-coin trader 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...
The trembling hand of his son 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 have thought clearly about the future, our destiny is not here."
"Thank you sincerely for giving us a way out, and I hope you can continue to move forward with your ideals."
The militia hesitated, looked at the innocent Piru, and then looked at the expressionless follower next to him.
He felt that these two people were not good people, but he was indeed not qualified to make decisions for others, and he couldn't even say anything nice.
"Take care..."
Bonnie nodded, looked at the soldier with gratitude, then took her son's hand and followed the joyful Piru towards the direction of the Far Wind Hotel.
They exiled themselves, left the settlement and walked towards the wasteland.
But this was their choice.
Looking at the backs of the mother and son walking away, the militia was a little depressed, looking at the old militia next to him and muttering.
"I don't know if what I did was right or not... Master Sid was wicked, and his son was also wicked, but his wife didn't do anything, and she rarely even went out."
The old militiaman glanced at him.
"What do you know? It's hard to persuade damned ghosts with good words, why do you care where they go or what they do? Just do your job well."
You choose your own path.
Look at those lost and ignored masters and aunts, who knows how many people envy them.
Not far away, Gness hugged her husband Melvin tightly and cried.
Melvin's lips trembled, and he gently patted his wife's back, saying words to comfort her, but his eyes were full of vicissitudes.
He seemed to have aged a dozen years overnight, with wrinkles so deep that they could catch snow residue, and countless white hairs in his messy hair.
"It's okay... Everything will be fine..."
He murmured in his mouth, and at the same time prayed for other family members.
Watching Kumit's back as he left, Jixiu stood woodenly beside his parents, like a puppet without a soul.
He wanted to do something to change this settlement, so he flew back from Ideal City.
But he never thought things would turn out like this.
He didn't have the face to face his father Melvin, nor his elder brother Warfield, and even Elisa...
He always had a chance to atone for his sins.
If he had been braver at that time, and didn't follow his elder brother to hide in the inner city, but rushed out desperately to find Elisa, maybe he would be beaten to death by the angry mob, but maybe he and Elisa could be forgiven by the people...
But there is no such thing as regret medicine in this world.
If he really regretted it, he shouldn't have come back...
Jixiu took a step forward, and when Melvin saw it, he immediately reached out and grabbed him, staring at this bastard.
"Come with me and surrender! Confess what you have done to the new authorities! The Alliance will not kill you, they will give you a chance to start a new life-"
"It's too late." Jixiu shook his head.
Seeing his cowardly look, the furious Melvin slapped him hard on the face.
"Pah!"
A crisp sound.
Jixiu did not dodge, allowing the slap to hit his face, and his empty head was slapped to the side by the wrinkled hand.
Seeing that he did not reflect at all, Melvin, who was angry, raised his hand and wanted to hit him, but was grabbed by his wife.
"Enough," Gness stared at him with tears in her eyes, "Don't hit him, Jixiu is still a child, let me persuade him..."
"Asshole!" Melvin stared at Jixiu and cursed, "It's time, can you listen to your father!"
Why does everyone have to go against him!
Forget about Sid, his son is the same!
Jixiu suddenly laughed.
As he laughed, tears fell again.
"I'm sorry, Dad, I failed your cultivation... I am indeed a hopeless fool, just like you can see."
He paused and said to himself.
"My friends on the end cloud are right. I am the same as them. We are lazy people who love to chant sutras, but the difference is that they know that the sutras they chant will harm others, so they never teach people in the wasteland what to do. But I am different. Not only do I think I am right, but I also think that what I have learned should be used by everyone..."
Melven said in a trembling voice, staring blankly at his son who suddenly became unfamiliar.
"Where are you going?"
"To the wasteland." Jixiu said calmly.
"Are you crazy? That's a place where people are eaten! Do you think you walked to the ideal city on your own? I found the mercenaries for you! You, a piece of trash, won't live till tomorrow morning!" Melvin was so angry that he tried to hold the bastard down, but he tripped over the knee-thick snow.
Instead of helping his father lying on the snow, Jixiu took a step back and looked at him with shame, as his temples had turned gray without him noticing.
"I understand your painstaking efforts. Confessing my crimes and accepting reform is my last chance, but I no longer have the face to face anyone in this settlement... They have forgiven me, but I will never forgive myself."
"I, an incompetent and arrogant scum, should be beaten in the wasteland and rot in an unknown stinking ditch. That is where I belong."
"Goodbye, please tell my dear sister that her bastard brother is dead and does not need to atone for a scum like me. She should live happily in a beautiful new world - the fairy tale you quietly wrote in her heart."
"I think the Alliance is actually a good place... but we will never see each other again."
He bowed slightly to the giant wall, tightened the suitcase in his hand, turned his back to the bustling square and his desperate parents, and walked into the howling cold wind with a sluggish step...
...
At dusk.
The Alliance's rescue station was set up in the Giant Stone City. A large pot was set up in front of the gate on the inner side of the giant wall to persuade people who wanted to escape from the city.
Five hundred thousand catties of food a day is less than 250,000 silver coins, and if you save money, you can't eat that much.
Compared with the cost of watching this settlement rot, this little money is nothing.
And now we are all one family.
Smelling the refreshing aroma, not to mention the hungry poor people, even the guards at the gate swallowed their saliva.
"It's porridge..."
"I thought it was nutritional paste... It's good to have nutritional paste."
"Praise the Alliance! Praise the managers!"
"My child is saved..."
The people who were frozen and shrank their necks whispered, and some even secretly wiped their tears, and the hope of surviving the winter was rekindled in their eyes.
If they were not extremely hungry, no one would want to eat the dead.
Even a bowl of rice soup can remind them of their dignity as human beings, and they consciously lined up in the isolation zone.
At the call of Lovett, the members of the Workers' Union spontaneously helped to maintain order.
Most of them have little education and don't look very smart. They only have one slogan - do what Bol should do.
The object of their worship is not even a real guy, but their action and enthusiasm are surprisingly amazing.
They themselves did not realize that, inspired by victory and miracles, the non-existent Bol has become a kind of belief in their hearts -
A belief that is purer and closer to the ground than the Great Horned Deer God!
Even those well-trained soldiers couldn't help but look at those workers twice.
They have no doubt that if these people are given a gun, they will definitely fight better than those mercenaries who are paid to do things.
Even if these people have never been on a real battlefield.
"Don't squeeze, everyone has a share!"
The apron-wearing Ya Ya held a large spoon in his right hand and a trumpet in his left hand, and shouted with a proud smile.
"Green vegetable, mushroom and minced meat porridge! Food sponsored by Teng Teng Hut. I hope everyone can spend the cold winter safely! We will let everyone wear beautiful new clothes in the spring of next year, and the unhappiness of the past will be left in the past."
No one paid attention to her, and everyone's attention was on the steaming pot.
But Ya Ya was shouting for her own amusement.
Her human language was not very standard, so she took this opportunity to practice it!
Teng Teng glared at Ya Ya with a red face, wishing to throw her into the pot.
"You, you've had enough! Do your job well and don't say extra words..."
She came to brush up the regional reputation.
Regional reputation is of little use to combat professional players, but it is very useful for her who is keen on simulation management!
Moreover, this rare special server activity can unlock achievements that cannot be unlocked in daily activities.
The place to get medals is not just the battlefield. In the words of the administrator, this is also a battlefield in a sense.
But even if we put these aside, she likes to do 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, Ya Ya squeezed her eyebrows mischievously.
"What does it matter? It's your sponsorship. I just advertise your artwork by the way!"
Seeing that she was going to make up some outrageous advertising slogans again, Teng Teng blushed and couldn't speak, hiding her face in the milky white mist.
In addition to Ya Ya, the bad friend who came to join in the fun, Hua Hua, a clerk in a maid's long skirt, also helped enthusiastically.
The warm-hearted little boss almost became her idol.
When she heard about the big incident in Boulder City, she immediately dropped what she was doing and decided to go and help, even closing her store!
What a kind person!
When Huahua thought of Miss Teng Teng's generosity, she was deeply moved.
In her eyes, the residents of Shelter 404 were just like little angels sent by the Great Horned Deer God to help them, the wastelanders...
A stall not far away.
Holding a bowl of hot porridge, Kent lowered his head and thanked the chef timidly, feeling like a stone was blocking his heart.
That night he stayed at home and did not go out. Although there was a lot of noise outside, it did not affect his leaky house.
The mercenaries and soldiers who took advantage of the fire were all heading for those houses that were closer to the inner city, and would not go to the slums in the industrial zone at all.
He really couldn't resist the sleepiness, closed his eyes and slept, and then the sky outside was bright.
After getting up, he originally wanted to go to work in Master Weijia's factory, but when he got there, he found that it had been sealed off.
It was the Workers' Union that sealed it.
The thieves who were in prison are now the masters.
Looking at the boxes of frozen meat and vegetables being moved out of the warehouse, Kent's heart ached for a moment, but he didn't dare to ask where the ingredients were being moved. After a round, he mixed into the team of the Workers' Union to help, and even got a gauze armband.
Most of the workers didn't know him, but they liked this hard-working guy.
Looking at the bodies dragged out of the alleys, Kent was extremely grateful in his heart. Fortunately, he hid at home that day, otherwise he might have been lying in it...
Kent squatted on the street and drank a mouthful of rice porridge with vegetable residue and minced meat floating in it. He felt warm in his stomach, but his heart was getting more and more blocked.
In order to make himself feel better, he muttered.
"Haha... you screwed up everything, what did you get?"
"What do you mean you won't become Master Stephen? Didn't Lovett become the president of the Workers' Union? The leader of the militia is Qiao Yin, just another leader Zhao, a group of new masters... and I still have to eat the food of the alliance."
He became more and more angry as he thought about it. He took a sip of hot porridge and said something in his heart.
Hearing his muttering, a worker moved his butt and sat next to him with a smile.
"Dude, how can you say we didn't get anything? Lovett said we will have a constitution that everyone abides by."
"The constitution of the alliance?" Kent glanced at him and snorted, "Don't dream, it's just a group of masters."
The worker looked at him in astonishment, and his eyes suddenly became pity.
Kent hated that look, but was afraid of his armband, even though he had one himself.
"I know who you are."
Kent's heart tightened, his face turned pale, and he was almost scared out of his wits.
He had a secret in his heart. It was him who took Alec and Phyllis to arrest Sperger from the door of the beer hall and sent him to prison.
Although he did not see the wanted poster posted on the wall, he was sure that his co-workers must be secretly looking for him. Once they found him, they would drag him into the alley and secretly execute him.
"Who?" He swallowed his saliva and asked tremblingly.
The co-worker shrugged.
"Ken."
The air was quiet for a while.
...Ken?
Who else?
A new riddle?
Kent looked confused.
Just a moment ago, he experienced the feeling of riding a roller coaster, especially when the co-worker next to him uttered the first half of the syllable.
"We got a fundamental law that everyone must abide by, but you said we got nothing. Maybe in your heart, you don't think it's important at all."
Kent's face flushed with anger.
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"And now, you sit here with a bowl, and then there are yin and yang-'Oh, mud legs can't do anything big, you just changed a group of masters', 'Oh, what does a little girl know', 'Oh, it's all your fault that I lost my job'. Yes, you are right, we hurt you, we will be finished tomorrow, you run away."
"How about going to Honghe Town? There you can use your endless strength to work hard for 24 hours, and you don't have to worry about the guys stopping you from making money. They will be very considerate to help you block the aliens and predators outside. "
笑着拍了拍这位肯的肩膀,工友喝完了碗里的粥,起身去厨房还碗去了.
一会儿,他还要去工友会帮忙.
他们已经团结了起来,并且取得了胜利.
那么他们就会继续团结下去.
至于未来的事情...
那就未来再说吧.
如果洛维特没做好,揍他一顿就是了!
...
另一边,联盟的登记处挂着一张牌子,上面写着"坦白从宽,抗拒从严"两行字儿.
一些内城贵族们和他们的狗腿子也在这儿排起了队伍.
对于想留在联盟的人,他们可以在这里把罪行讲出来,在联盟的帮助下找到当事人谢罪,并请求宽大处理.
联盟会在报纸上给他们的照片打码,刑期二十年封顶,态度好也It's just three to five years. After serving the prison meal, they can start a new life. If they show positive performance, they can strive for a reduction in sentence.
Of course, they can also choose to keep the secret in their hearts, hide like a mouse, and pray that no one will use evidence to identify them in the future.
The staff of the alliance did not discriminate against them, but the expression of looking at them as scum is really scary.
House didn't want to go over, but when he saw the alliance soldiers at the city gate, he couldn't help shivering, and finally walked over with his head held high.
From time to time, some people left the team, and some joined in, and finally it was his turn.
House didn't dare to delay, and followed the dusty noble grandfather in front of him, rubbing his hands tremblingly, and sat down at the wooden table.
Turning a page of the paper full of writing, the staff handed him a cup of hot water and said expressionlessly.
"Tell me, who did you kill? How did you kill them? How many people, how old are they."
"I... I didn't kill anyone, I swear to God! "Housed by this simple and crude opening statement, House quickly raised his right hand and said tremblingly, "Absolutely not!"
God of the Great Horned Deer!
He couldn't help but glance at the nobleman who was taken away by the Alliance soldiers.
What on earth did this guy do?!
The staff was stunned, staring at the man in front of him with a strange expression, feeling familiar, but couldn't remember where he had seen him.
The Alliance soldier standing next to him was the same, frowning and looking at him twice.
"Hey, you look a little familiar... Where have I seen you?"
"House!"
Fearing that it would not count as surrender, House squeezed out a pale smile on his face, and his curled body seemed to shrink even smaller.
"I... I confess everything! But please give me a chance to explain and atone!"
Without waiting for the staff to speak, House swallowed his saliva and continued.
"You know what? If a person always says nonsense, it means that he actually knows what the answer is in his heart. Have you ever played the guessing game in the newspaper? It's not easy to get all the answers right, but it's not easy to get all the answers wrong either. "
"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. I've scolded your managers and you, but I... I don't hate you from the bottom of my heart. I can't help but applaud your courage, but I have to speak for the masters."
"My logic may be a little confusing, but it doesn't matter. You don't understand, but the managers must understand what I mean. The reason why I cursed you so hard is just to make you call me quickly and close this casino as soon as possible. After all, if Master Sid is in charge, this place must be hopeless, but if Master Shuguang is in charge, there must be a way! Look, you really called me! In fact, I also have a share of credit for this! "
These words are from House's heart.
Since he understood what kind of organization the Alliance was, he had no doubt that the administrator was a truly kind person.
There are actually good people in this wasteland besides idiots!
If he was really a profiteer, he could have obviously not stepped on the accelerator, and worked hand in hand with Melvin, and continued to play the debt game, so that the residents of Boulder City would have negative deposits, and then the people here would really be finished.
The masters can go to the ideal city to enjoy themselves, while those poor ghosts have to work for the Alliance until they die, and live under the breath of the Alliance. It will be impossible for them to turn over and become the masters, and the masters riding on their heads will have to go from a thousand to more than 200,000.
If it were the Bughra Free State in the north, Mr. Sigma would definitely not restrain himself, but the administrator restrained himself, and even generously pulled them to the same front... This was what shocked and surprised House the most.
Does that master really intend to End the wasteland!
He really regarded the survivors of Boulder City as survivors!
Praise the Alliance!
Praise the Manager!
!
Ever since he heard that the adult called the Workers' Newspaper a progressive voice, House was sure that he had not made a mistake.
After all, he was one of the few awake people in this casino!
What's more, even that half-way monk Sberg could be invited to be a guest. If it were him, the manager would definitely treat him as a guest of honor!
Several staff members and soldiers looked at each other.
At first, they held their expressions tight, but when they heard House say "he also had a share of credit", they couldn't help laughing.
House stared at them blankly, not understanding what they were laughing at.
He finally mustered up the courage to sit here and confess his crimes, but these guys treated him as a joke!
His face became redder and redder, and he clenched his fists, but he didn't dare to get angry, so he could only hide his fists in his sleeves.
"What do you want...? I can explain to the manager in person--"
The staff member did not explain, and said with a choked laugh.
"Are you here to make us laugh? It's not that I look down on you. Those who come here to register are all cases involving human lives. We don't have time to listen to your jokes, even though yours are okay."
Another staff member held back his laughter and said jokingly,
"If you think you have any merit, then go to the workers' union or the militia to claim credit. They are the ones who rose up. I'm sorry to disappoint you. We didn't regard you as a threat at all. If it weren't for the fact that we are all from the same hometown, we wouldn't even bother to come here."
The soldier wearing an exoskeleton reached out and picked up the stunned House from the table and led him outside the isolation zone.
The soldier patted his shoulder and looked at him with disgust.
"Go away, the manager is too lazy to pay attention to you, but I really want to kick your ass. If I wasn't still at work, I would have done it. "
The Alliance has its own rules. At least you can't beat people when you're in uniform. It's not worth it to sacrifice his glory for a clown.
The soldier returned to his post.
House stood on the street in despair.
Looking at the real villains who lined up to confess their crimes, he had a moment when he wished he could be caught by the soldiers of the Alliance and put in jail, or even beaten up.
Not caring is the greatest arrogance.
It turned out that people didn't bother to pay attention to him at all.
Even the Workers' Daily, which was established less than a year ago, can be regarded as a progressive voice, but the radio he shouted for more than ten years has never been looked at 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 walking corpse, House walked away with his eyes blank.