Chapter 543 The end of reincarnation is Nirvana

  The snow is getting bigger and bigger.

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

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

   Is it because it's getting dark?

   Clouds seem to be getting lower and lower.

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

   "Alyssa found it!"

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

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

  Aerial pictures came next.

  Seeing her standing with a group of mobs, Joey's heart tightened. He quickly tapped his index finger on the helmet and ordered loudly.

   "Attention all teams, the location of the target has been uploaded to your terminal, we must bring her back to her parents before the situation becomes irreversible."

   "Action!"

   A uniform response came from the communication channel.

"receive!"

   Without making the slightest pause, Joey waved his hand and rushed towards the alley with the subordinates behind him.

  The girl was about the same age as his daughter.

  Although he doesn't like some of Malvern's practices, making everyone's life "both rich and poor", but the children are innocent.

  In any case, he still hopes that Alisa can return to her parents safely.

   He and his kids promised.

   He will be their example.

  He will bring back victory and glory...

  …

  In the alley.

  The girl who was frozen by the wind and snow slowly knelt down on the ground.

"sorry…"

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

   "My father, mother, sister, and brothers have done a lot of excessive things, you must be extremely angry..."

   "I can understand the anger in your hearts. If someone did something very bad to someone close to me, I would be very angry too... I'm sorry."

"I know that apologizing is useless. It has happened countless times, and every time the ending is perfunctory. You guys can't bear it anymore, so you stand up...Although, I know it's too late, but I still want to Seriously, I'm sorry."

   "I won't meanly beg you to give me another chance, if you want to beat me, scold me, you can..."

   "I won't make a sound, and I won't blame you."

  The red eye sockets were filled with tears, and bean-sized teardrops fell on the snow.

  She knew it was bad to cry.

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

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

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

   The 1 silver coin card is also very cute.

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

   A bearded man came up to her. He was wearing torn clothes, and his pants were covered with ashes and sawdust.

  Feeling the shadow covering her, Alisa, who closed her eyes tightly, shivered her shoulders, shrank her neck, and was ready to be beaten.

  But the man didn't beat her up, nor did he kick her away, he just bent down to pick up something, and handed it over.

"Give."

  The eyelashes blurred by tears opened a slit, and seeing what came into view, Alisa's eyes gradually became surprised.

   That was the doll she dropped on the floor.

   "Your toy fell off, take it...it's pretty, even prettier than my girl's dress, it's a shame it gets dirty."

   The man grumbled.

  Alyssa hesitated and didn't reach out, and the man didn't talk nonsense, and directly stuffed it into her hand, staring at her eyes widened in surprise.

"Listen, we didn't think about burning your house down and making a big fuss and looting everything in it. Sberg often told us when he was reading the newspaper, we have to unite and get To return what belongs to us... our reward, our dignity, he never said that we should rob other people's wallets."

   "We don't intend to become you."

  “If we become the new Lord Stephen, there will be more Balls in the future who will stand up against us and do what we are doing again... This cycle will never end.”

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

   "My name is Lovett, a carpenter."

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

"Then…"

  Lovitt turned his head to look at the crowd behind him, and shouted with all his strength, like a real awakener.

   "We will do what Ball should do!"

   That was the slogan of the workers when they first made up their minds.

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

   This is not an atrocity without a program!

   They're not going to be Lord Stephen!

   And to do what Ball should do!

   As long as they unite—

   All Lord Stephens will be afraid!

  Like now—

  Everything changes after victory!

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

   "Exactly!"

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

   They endorsed his declaration.

   I don’t know why these people suddenly have a common language. The man with the scar on the corner of his mouth widened his eyes, stared at these crazy guys in disbelief, and shouted hysterically.

   "...are you crazy?!"

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

   "Ten thousand steps back, you want Sberg, can't you just take this guy as a hostage in exchange? You actually want to stand with her! Send her back!"

   "Childish! Stupid!"

  He is a mercenary, with inexhaustible strength, maybe he will wake up soon, he roared hysterically with a louder voice than usual, trying to "wake up" these people.

  The reason for him to join the team is very simple. It has nothing to do with Sberg or bread. He just wants to find fun that he can't usually find on those glamorous guys.

  For example, the female bank clerk with exquisite makeup is good. Both her appearance and temperament are very suitable for him, and she is completely different from those smelly wastelanders outside. If everyone wanted to trouble that little girl, he could treat her well.

   Don’t these guys want to hang all the nobles on the huge wall?

  Why are you suddenly unable to do anything?

besides-

  What the **** is that Bohr? !

  Why do they listen to him?

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

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

  They want to be on the side of what is right in their hearts.

  Lovitt stared intently at the man who looked like a mercenary, and said every word.

   "That's two different things."

  “We want to rescue our fellow workers, but we won’t let the rescued partners feel ashamed, or even ashamed to be with us.”

   The man with the scar on the corner of his mouth unconsciously took a step back while being stared at by a pair of eyes, as did his companion.

  They actually look down on these honest people who work hard and endure exploitation. They would rather work in a factory than go to the wasteland to fight their way out.

  Of course, he himself is not a good guy, most of the time he takes the old man's chips and acts as the old man's lackey.

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

  He has strength, and so do they.

  He has a weapon, and so do they.

  He threatened in a voice that didn't have much confidence.

   "Your naivete will kill you..."

  Looking at this coward, Lovett sneered.

   "Then die more vigorously."

  Maybe being a smart guy can be safe and stable for a lifetime, even becoming a glamorous elite, no matter how bad it is, you can become "Ken" with 25 chips.

   But it's a pity.

   They were not born that way!

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

  There is guilt, remorse, and a trace of deep despair.

   Her job must be over...

   No, not just work.

   And the future life.

  Little Alisa will definitely sue her father.

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

   If only the nerd died—

"boom-!"

   Suddenly there was a gunshot in the distance.

   She just stood up, like a frightened rabbit, squatting on the ground screaming and hugging her head.

  People looked in the direction of the gunshots, and saw a group of fully armed soldiers wearing exoskeletons standing at the end of the alley.

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

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

   "Let her go!"

   "Otherwise you'll all die!"

   These people can no longer be called demonstrators.

   They're a bunch of thugs!

  His men may have mercy on the unarmed survivors, but they will never show mercy to the mob.

   "Stop—!"

  Alyssa suddenly stood up, opened her arms to block everyone's face, fear was written in her pupils, but she didn't retreat.

  Joy looked at her in surprise and shouted.

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

"No!"

   Alisa looked at him firmly, her arms in the cold wind did not waver, "They are not thugs, they are all survivors of Boulder City!"

   "I'm going to stand with them."

   "Let's go and clarify with the residents of the inner city!"

  Joy stared at her blankly, turned off the safety of the rifle, and cried out.

   "Are you crazy?! Do you know what you're doing?!"

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

   "Has her brain been frozen?"

   "Speak clearly to the residents of the inner city? What else is there to say."

   "I bet her daddy is going to slap her **** with a belt."

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

   "So what? She's not very old, she's still holding a doll."

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

   "Stand with us, please..."

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

   "It doesn't matter what you say about me..."

   "This is our last chance."

  …

  It was not only the Boulder City that was snowing heavily, but also the Dawn City, which was only 20 to 30 kilometers away.

   Walking out of the Union Building in a daze, Malvern seemed to have lost his soul, and stepped on the snow one by one footprints that would soon be submerged.

  At this time, my most important eldest son was probably making the last effort at the meeting...but it was useless.

  He doesn't have to come here and beg a hard-hearted guy if he can convince everyone to take a bite.

   "Can I have a cigarette?"

   Lu Bei, who was following behind him, said expressionlessly.

   "I don't smoke that stuff."

  He hates this guy.

   This guy is like a chameleon. It turns white when lying in the snow, black when it gets under the stove, and turns green again in spring.

   Precisely because Boulder City is full of "smart people" like this guy, the arrogant Boulder City will turn a blind eye to the wasteland that is separated by a wall.

not only that.

  Intuition tells Lu Bei that this guy hates his most respected manager from the bottom of his heart, and he hates it from the bottom of his heart.

   But it doesn't matter.

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

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

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

   It would be nice if there wasn't one in the first place.

  Malvin smiled self-deprecatingly and shook his head.

   It's getting colder and colder.

  I knew that I would wear more clothes when I went out.

  He walked towards the outside of the Union Building, seeing the young man with the gun on his back following him all the time, he couldn't help frowning and asked a question.

   "When are you going to follow me?"

   Lu Bei answered blankly.

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

   Malvin raised his eyebrows.

"That's it?"

   Lu Bei continued.

   "He also said that if you want to die, you will be fished out and thrown outside to die."

   Malvin froze for a moment, then said with a smile.

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

   "He said, you didn't escape from Boulder City with your family, and you still have a little sense of responsibility in your heart."

  Hearing this answer, Malvin dismissed it.

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

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

   Malvin chuckled and asked maliciously.

   "Including your managers?"

   Lu Bei said indifferently.

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

  He remembered every word Chu Guang said.

  Although Lu Bei felt that instead of letting the cunning jackal in front of him think about it, that adult would rather hold the power in his own hands forever.

  He swore that he would be loyal forever, and he was willing to be his sword, willing to remove all those who opposed him for him.

  Regardless of shelter residents.

   Still a Wastelander.

  Looking at this not-so-intelligent boy, Malvin sneered.

   "Then what happens after he closes his eyes?"

   Lu Bei said calmly.

   "I will watch for him."

   "Are you leaving too?"

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

  Malvin laughed and stopped talking.

  He feels that there is no difference between the alliance and them. Both have a magnificent start and a promising future.

   Of course, this may just be his personal opinion.

   On the bright side, they still have some differences.

  The extreme climate on the wasteland is slowly improving, and the claws of death, which are considered untamable, can gradually be tamed...

  Boulder City has been trapped in that cage for a long time, but they are still actively going out, and it is said that the furthest has even reached the Great Desert.

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

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

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

   Even the slime molds are progressing while they are trapped in a towering well, repeating the endless cycle.

Even if the alliance let them go, a few hundred years later there will be a guy "not called Malvern, but better than Malvern", kneeling humbly in front of the wastelanders outside the huge wall, begging them hold your hand high...

   This is too tiring.

  Let’s end it early.

   "...Before I came to the Alliance, I opened an account for Alisa," Melvin's Adam's apple twitched, "There are some silver coins in it, enough for her to live comfortably for the rest of her life."

   Lu Bei frowned.

"who is she."

"My daughter." Looking at the young man beside him, Malvin's voice suddenly became pleading, "Please tell the administrator that she is innocent, and that child has been living in a world like fairy tales. We are leaving Please don't implicate her in the future, at least don't blame her."

   Only money is useless.

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

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

   Like, declaring that the deposit belongs to all the residents of Boulder before dumping her on the rage-dizzy mob.

   That grownup didn't even have to do a single bad thing.

  People will cheer him for being correct and wise.

   No one will go to the bottom of a piece of falling dust to see if it is innocent.

  Looking at this ugly guy, Lu Bei pouted.

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

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

  Malvin breathed a sigh of relief.

   Just treat this sentence as true.

Too…

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

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

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

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

  Enough talking, Lu Bei didn't want to talk nonsense with this guy.

   But seeing that desperate expression, thinking that this guy is also a father besides an asshole, he still couldn't help but say something.

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

  Malvin shook his head, muttering to himself as if he lost his soul.

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

  He couldn't imagine what would happen to his family if they fell into the hands of those thugs.

  He can only pray that the folks in the inner city will guard the gate, make correct judgments in the vote, and survive this occasional disaster safely.

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

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

  The manager was right.

   These guys are completely hopeless...

  …

  In the megalithic building in the middle of the snowstorm, the atmosphere in the conference hall was boiling like a blazing fire.

  When Fang Ming yelled out the "shame" angrily, all the nobles in the conference hall were taken aback. Some ran for their lives and rushed to the door, some squatted on the ground with their heads in their arms, and some simply lay down and pretended to be dead...

  Sid was the same, he couldn't even take care of his sweetheart—the S coin trader, and shrank under the table in panic.

  The AI ​​controlling the entire megalithic building suddenly went berserk. This kind of thing has never happened in history, and no one knows what will happen.

   Sid was trembling, so trembling that his pants were almost wet.

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

  He swallowed, and nervously poked his head out of the table, seeing faces full of fear like himself, but he couldn't see the shadow of the city lord.

   It's gone.

  Like never before...

   "What the hell..."

   Sid cursed, crawled out from under the table, found the trader at the first time, found that the curve was still in the sky, and finally heaved a sigh of relief.

  Is that crazy AI just here to scare them?

  The conference hall was noisy again.

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

   "Damn... Is that AI broken?!"

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

   "Anyway...we voted first to surrender his gun."

   "Yes! I heard that he also has a super weapon, which seems to be quite powerful, the kind that can wipe half of the city center from the ground!"

   "Bring that thing back! Send it to our neighbors!"

   "Wait, that doesn't do any good, we can threaten them to give us some protection money every year..."

   "Quiet! Quiet!"

  In the conference hall, a rude voice that had never been heard suddenly sounded.

  A group of nobles subconsciously stopped shouting, looked in the direction where the voice came from, and then opened their eyes wide in unison.

   Especially Sid.

  When he saw Sberg's face, his eyes were wide open, and the eyeballs wanted to fall out of their sockets.

   Isn't this guy dead? !

  He specially asked someone to find the killer outside. I heard that the wasteland man cut him into eight pieces in prison, and blood flowed everywhere.

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

  A nobleman swallowed.

   "Aren't you dead?"

   "I'm disappointed. I'm really going to die. It's only a second away... maybe less than a second." Sberg sighed.

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

   "That Fang Ming fished you out?" Sid narrowed his eyes, staring intently at this little man whose name he couldn't remember.

   "Yes, Mr. Ebbers' robot saved me. She was very strong and kicked the awakened person away with one kick, and then..."

  He wanted to describe the scene at that time, but thought that the occasion was not suitable, so he smiled awkwardly and said embarrassedly.

   "Sorry, I'm telling stories these days... Occupational disease."

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

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

   "I was about to talk about this," Sberg cleared his throat, and looked at everyone sitting at the conference table with pity, "Unfortunately, you lost."

   There was an uproar in the conference hall.

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

   "You nonsense! Don't be ashamed there! We just encountered a little trouble, what kind of big storms and waves we have never seen!"

  No one threw leather shoes at him this time, and even the old noble who kicked him stood by his side.

   "Exactly! What do you know!"

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

   The noise in the conference hall became more and more intense, and it was obvious that he didn't want to hear him continue talking nonsense.

   Someone stood up and scolded him, someone spat at him, and someone threw another leather shoe at him. But these people have long been hollowed out by wine and lust, so how could they be his opponents in a real fight?

   Most of the saliva landed on the backs of the people in front. Sberg easily avoided the flying shoes, sighed, and was about to turn around and leave.

  However, a voice from behind suddenly stopped him.

"Wait a moment!"

  Sberger stopped and looked back at Warfel.

  He didn't know this man, but this man was probably one of the smarter types. To say why, it may be the creator's intuition.

  Warfell narrowed his eyes and looked at him.

   "What do you mean it's all over?"

"Literally," Sberg shrugged, "look outside, there are people who oppose you. They gave you a black card, and of course you can take it back. You have always had a chance, but It's a pity that you lost, and you brought us with you."

  He has seen countless possibilities about the future in the screening room.

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

  However, just like the wasteland era finally replaced the prosperous era, people always seem to be unable to escape the curse engraved in their genes, and they will always go to the 1% that is almost inevitable in countless choices.

  Fang Ming has been watching, and watched as the chances are getting smaller and smaller, and the possibilities are closing in on the darkest corners little by little.

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

  It has existed for two centuries, and the despair it feels is probably stronger than anyone else. Perhaps as it confesses, this endless journey has become a kind of torture for it.

   It's like an endless loop that can't end...

  Sberg suddenly sympathized with it.

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

"That's right, it's true in 'A Ending', but it's not a machine that can really predict the future after all, not to mention he broke his promise in the end and let Ebbers rescue me, so that we walked There is an ending that no one has imagined..." Sberg sighed, "Actually, I am also curious about where our destiny will eventually go."

  Warfell frowned.

  He couldn't understand what the guy was saying.

  What A ending...

   What predicts the future…

"Ha ha ha ha!"

  Sudden laughter resounded in the conference hall.

   Sid stood up tremblingly, clutching the trader tightly, staring at Sberg with his protruding eyes, and said with a grin.

"The black card was given to us by the residents of the outer city? It's ridiculous! You've been talking about it there since just now. Let me tell you, a black card is a black card, and the supreme power is our birthright! You poor people What do ghosts know?"

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

Sid stared at Sberg, as if to prove something, he shouted like crazy, "Including you! Don't think that you are fine if you escape by chance! We just need to vote to take back control of the building's security system , you were the first to die—”

"Haven't you found out?" Sberg looked at this stern guy with pity, "Your city lord has gone, he formatted himself, including the weapon system of this building, you can vote for it if you want." Hurry up and vote...ah, that's right."

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

   "It's not just that the weapon is disabled, it's also programmed to self-destruct—of course, it wasn't actually programmed by it, but by a certain first-generation resident a long, long time ago."

"In order to prevent the AI ​​from crossing the border, the resident wrote in its code that when it violates the safety clause that must not be violated and meddles in the internal affairs of the survivors, the self-destruct program will start. Its data will be formatted, The Boulder Building will also be blown up...but don't worry, there are 48 hours in the countdown, even if you count from the day I was 'disappeared' by you, the remaining time is enough for you to evacuate."

   There was an uproar in the conference hall.

  People looked at each other in panic, with disbelief and fear written in their eyes, which was never mentioned in the ancestor's teaching.

  The Stone Mansion…

   Is it going to collapse? !

  What about the black cards in their hands?

  Looking at the panicked nobles, Sberg continued helplessly.

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

"After all, it kept its promise until the end. It only needs to move its little finger to erase you and me from this planet. And the only time it broke the contract was to save me... In that case, save me In fact, it is equivalent to saving you."

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

   What a great castellan.

  Sberg suddenly felt a little sad.

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

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

Pity.

  Human beings are such ugly things with short memories.

  He could understand its anger—

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

   And it waited in the dark for more than a century.

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

  Sberg wanted to say sorry and hard work to it, but unfortunately it is no longer here.

  Sid was completely dumbfounded, sitting dumbfounded at the conference table, like other noble gentlemen, like a pig stared at by a fan.

  Warfell stared at Sberg, and had no time to care about the rudeness of this poor guy, and asked every word.

   "Why are you telling us... that the Stone Mansion is going to explode."

   This guy has absolutely no motive for doing it.

  He could hide it from everyone and watch them die.

  Warfell couldn't help but suspect that there might be fraud, or some other calculation.

"Why…"

  Sberg thought for a while, then shook his head.

"have no idea."

  Actually, even if he didn’t say anything, the evacuation announcement would sound when there were only twelve hours left, and the building would collapse on time tomorrow evening.

  Warfel stared blankly at Sberg, unable to be overwhelmed by his bluntness.

"have no idea?!"

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

   "Maybe, because I am not you."

  …

  As Sberg said, Fang Ming completely disappeared.

  No matter how the noble gentlemen in the conference hall called its name and begged it to stop the self-destruct process, it didn't answer.

   At the last moment, it seemed to want to stay by itself for a while.

   Sid has completely lost his mind.

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

Why?

  Why blow up the Monolith building?

  He wanted to question his ancestors, why they did things so badly, why they were so cruel to their children, leaving no room for maneuver...but he didn't even know where to cry.

  The giant that has stood for two centuries has finally come to its last moment. People outside the giant wall are sharpening their knives, anxiously and patiently waiting for the moment when their prey falls.

  After the factories, the weapons, and the women, the militiamen at the gates began to sell one last thing—their power and responsibility.

   Simply put, as long as you give enough dinars and Cr or silver coins, you can get a set of militia uniforms and go in and do whatever they want.

  The city lord will help them out, anyway, they don't want to stay here anymore.

  The wasteland is so big.

   At worst, go wandering outside and continue eating people in another place.

  However, due to a group of vulture masters waiting for a price, the price of the tickets became cheaper and cheaper, and there were several discounts in a row.

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

  The 1,000th team has defected.

   Part of the second, third, and fourth thousand-man teams also mutinied one after another.

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

  However, to the surprise of the players, the chaos and atrocities that had no program suddenly became united for some reason.

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

   They marched fearlessly towards the gate of the inner city.

   They want to talk to the people inside…

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

   There is nothing terrible about making mistakes.

   Just change it together.

   Isn't the same for the alliance?

  They didn't do everything well at the beginning, and they got to the current Beta0.5 version by constantly summing up experience from mistakes.

   Startled by the sound of the strong wind, Ye Shi suddenly turned his head to look at him.

   "Fuck, when did you come?"

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

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

   "By the way, you guys came just in time, we met Ibbs just now! He said he wanted to talk to our manager—"

  Old Bai smiled and said.

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

   Hearing that there was a mission, Jiujiu asked with sparkling eyes.

   "What mission!"

  T0 player's daily activity, this is the first time for her to participate!

   "Preparing to rescue the survivors inside," Lao Bai said with a smile after glancing at the gate, "From the setting point of view, they are also our compatriots, and they are also fellow citizens of a city."

   "The manager said that they can't just take advantage of them, and they have to do something after taking money from others. They can't let those real vultures and eagles eat them up."

  Guangfeng nodded.

   "Well, we won, but the ordinary survivors are innocent."

  Ye Shi scratched his head.

   "By the way... is this major update going to include Boulder City as part of the alliance?"

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

  Old Bai nodded.

"However, Fang Chang thinks that they will join us with a high probability. The group of stupid pigs in the inner city have already ruined the last bit of credit legacy left by their ancestors, and the residents of the outer city do not have a strong enough leader to complete it. The transition of power and leveling the tide of winter and after winter.”

  The candidate is either too young, or the business ability is immature.

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

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

   But these are things for later.

  Jiu Jiu nodded half-understanding, and suddenly said something.

   "Isn't the Queen of the Night bar gone?"

  Old Bai said with a smile.

   "The special program is probably going to be gone, but it was originally a business that was only open to a few people. If it is gone, it will be gone."

  Private rooms that can only be entered with a black card, it doesn’t matter if you don’t have one!

  Ye Shi said with a smile.

   "Indeed, as long as the channel for inquiring about information is still there."

   "Ah..." Jiujiu showed a disappointed expression on his face.

  Before the map is updated, she also wants to take a look at what the bar full of stories looks like. I heard that Sister Fujiteng's artwork is very popular in it...

   In the end, I still missed it.

  …

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

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

Since it entered this area, it has been stared at by other drones here. Two silver metal **** have been closely following it, watching it land on the balcony on the third floor—a roller-shaped drone. next to the "Trash".

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

   is about to disappear.

  At the end of its mission, it wants to bid farewell to this world in a human way like that dear master.

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

   "Are you sad?"

  Fang Ming was silent for a while, then nodded slightly.

"kind of."

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

   "But he never told me when it was over, or when he was coming back. He seemed to know where he was going, but I didn't, I'm just an AI."

  Xiao Qi sighed.

   "Human beings are really troublesome."

  Fang Ming glanced at it.

   "You have worked hard too."

  The bulky metal casing wafted out a crisp sound, which was full of pride and joy.

   "I'm fine, he called me Xiaoqi! Hehe, I like this name so much!"

"Is it."

  Fang Ming didn't make any comments, but looked back at the lake that couldn't be covered by snow for thousands of miles.

Time is up.

  The long journey finally arrived.

  Maybe…

  Things are actually not as bad as I thought.

Although those ugly creatures will always step on the 1% leading to the worst result impartially in countless life-and-death choices, when all possibilities fall into hopeless cause and effect, they can still get from that almost Find unique light in 100% darkness.

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

  Is this... reassuring?

   What a strange feeling.

  On the snowy lake, Fang Ming vaguely saw that familiar figure—he seemed to have been there all along.

  The holographic image suddenly became blurred, from the snow-white silver hair to the trembling corner of the clothes...

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

"goodbye."

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

   Xiao Qi, who was standing next to it, responded energetically to the hasty farewell.

   "Well! Goodbye! Strange friend!"

   Then, it quietly watched the light blue light merge into the silvery white snowflakes, disappearing little by little...

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

  (end of this chapter)