Chapter 546 The road is chosen by oneself

Why?

  Warfell, who was kneeling on the square, stared blankly at the sky. The afternoon sun pierced through the swollen eyes, making him feel extremely dazzling.

  He would rather have snow now.

   Preferably snow that can bury him.

  The liquidation is over.

   They lost everything in this colony.

  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 must not be much. Needless to say Cr and dinar, the exchange has been seized, even if there is a little Cr left in Kixiu's account in Ideal City, it is definitely not enough for the family to maintain their original life.

   Money is a trivial matter, and losing power is what hurts him the most.

  Warfell would rather the militiamen kill him, death is the quickest relief.

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

  He will use his dead body on the street to plant a seed of hatred in Alisa's heart. Maybe this seed will never germinate in his life, but he will torture her repeatedly.

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

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

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

   Although the kings of Boulder City are dead.

   But their family can become the new royal family!

   Sure!

"hehe…"

  Warfell thought about it, suddenly laughed out loud, and suddenly began to sneeze.

Why?

  Why don't you shoot...

  Two militiamen stood not far away and looked at the poor fellow with disgust. Most of the people in the square had already dispersed, leaving him lingering here motionless.

   Gueneth dragged Kischer away, followed by his wife and children. No one dared to approach him. After all, he had just been beaten up by the militiamen of the new authorities.

  Warfell felt a little dazed, and suddenly a wet and hot handkerchief was stuck to his face, pulling his trance consciousness back from the edge of darkness.

"…elder brother."

   Wiped off the muddy water and blood on his face, Alisa looked at him distressed and scared, and whispered.

   "I'm sorry...I listed all the property in the family, but it was originally snatched from others—"

"You don't have to apologize..." Warfell opened and closed his bruised lips, panting, "You did the right thing, if I was outside, I would do the same. But next time, don't joke with your own life Well, you'll know when you're two years older, they really want to do something to you, they won't just scold and beat you..."

  Alyssa looked at him sadly.

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

  She couldn't describe how she felt.

   But she could feel that his brother had another high expectation for her—a high expectation that she didn't want to fulfill at all.

   "Why..." There was a moment of confusion in Warfell's eyes.

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

   Isn’t it natural to eat other people in a cannibal casino?

   Alisa sniffed and said seriously.

   "It's over, this casino...with its chips, there will be no more black cards. From now on, we will stand only for our Constitution."

  Warfell suddenly smiled, looked at his sister lovingly, and wanted to reach out to touch her head, but hesitated for a moment, then took it back.

   "Father wrote a fairy tale in your heart. If possible, he hoped that you would never come out of it...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, and even if you succeed, everything will change back."

   Alisa shook her head lightly, and looked at her brother seriously.

   "We can leave the future to the future. We only do well now. At least everyone is a good person now."

  Warfell looked at her in despair: "Why don't you understand...Fairy tales can never be true, people are born unequal, otherwise why would the era of prosperity disappear? Those people will change back sooner or later! Sooner or later!"

"You said just now that we are a family, how could I not understand," Alisa hugged her brother gently, and patted the back of his head comfortingly, "It's okay, I'm still young... Wait until I'm like my father When I am the same age, my children will watch for me."

  Warfell's expression suddenly twitched.

  He had never cried once in more than 30 years, but he couldn't control it now.

   His sister chose the hardest path with no future, at least he couldn't see any visible future. And he himself is already dead.

   Their family might really be doomed.

  Looking at his sister who was still comforting him, Warfell didn't even know what he was feeling sorry for, maybe he was just feeling sorry for himself.

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

  Maybe casinos really won't open again.

   Kneeling on the square, he couldn't cry, and burst into tears after a long absence...

  …

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

   They brought weapons.

   But more are food, quilts, and the hope of surviving the cold winter.

The residents of these shelters have never forgotten that the survivors standing on this land are all brothers and sisters of the People's Federation. sworn mission.

   Besides, many of these supplies were originally prostituted from Boulder City.

   Compared with what they got from this settlement, this material is nothing at all.

   Not only the survivors inside the giant wall, but also the survivors in the slums outside the giant wall, the alliance also intends to save them together.

   The players installed an elevator on the viaduct next to the Wind Hotel, and lowered the goods on the trucks parked on the roadside one by one.

  More players set up a shed at the entrance of the Far Wind Hotel, and organized a barrier to maintain formation and order.

   Most of them are living pros.

  Since Boulder City has become the fifth city of the alliance, now is the time to increase the prestige of the region.

  I have never seen such a strange scene. Whether it is the poor in the slums or the merchants setting up stalls in the square in front of the giant wall gate, they all put down what they are doing and come together to watch the excitement curiously.

   "What does the alliance want to do?"

   "Is this going to annex Boulder City?"

   "Hahaha, I really made a genius decision to collect silver coins!"

   "Fuck! I even collected some chips, hoping that the new authorities will make it rise back! What a loss!"

   Don't care about the survivors' comments at all, and the players can't understand what they are saying at all, and turn on the speaker to play the pre-recorded recording.

   "Those who have the strength to work come to register! No wages, take care of the food, take care of it!"

   "The elderly and children come here! We will resettle them in one place!"

   "Fuck! There are too many people!"

   "Take in intimate elder sisters over 18 years old! My house is quite big, welcome to my house to play, and sleep when you are tired, no problem—"

   "Crap! There's a brother Jie in the team!"

   "Drag out!"

   "Ah, stop, you guys, I am here to help others! I have shed blood for the alliance, I have made contributions to the alliance, I want to see the administrator!"

   Not kidding, a few unkempt girls really wanted to go there when they heard it, and the little girl curled up in the plastic sheet even secretly counted her age with her fingers.

  After all, those blue coats really look good, and they don’t smell bad. If something happens, it’s hard to say who will suffer more.

  The most important thing is that the person in the blue coat will definitely not "eat" people, but other wastelanders may not.

  Some traders look like dogs, but maybe take them away from the giant wall and slaughter them like lambs.

   Not to mention the gangs in the slums, occasionally pick some good-looking "lambs" to sell to people outside. If you are lucky, you can go to the free state in the north and become a money-making tool for the bosses. If you are unlucky, you may be on the dining table or operating table of the predators.

  Unfortunately, the discipline of these blue coats is too strict, to the point of complaining.

  The crying and laughing guy was quickly dragged away, as if he was here to play.

   The curious girls who came here could only go to the next table to register their names and wait for the resettlement of the refugee home...

  Although the players have done some things, it is still a bit difficult for hundreds of people to face hundreds of thousands, let alone more than half a million people inside the giant wall.

  The scene was a mess, making people wonder if they could really get things done.

  However, it is 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 Boulder City, and completed the handover of defense with the 1,000th Team of Boulder City, which was in charge of city defense.

  Old Bai took people to the armory.

  The new militia chief Joey took them to see part of the weapons, and another part was placed in the warehouse and apron in the inner city.

  When they saw the weapons stored inside, all the players couldn't help but let out a sound of wonder.

   "Damn it! Power armor!" Seeing the iron lump standing in the room, Qui-Smoking walked up to touch it in surprise.

  Killer Dagger looked at him with a grin.

   "Brother, do you want it?"

   Quit smoking nodded vigorously, and said excitedly.

   "I want to! I dream about it!"

   "It's good to have a dream," Kidney Fighter patted him on the shoulder, "Let's save some contribution, there's still money."

  Quit smoking: "#%￥@!"

   There are a total of thirty sets of power armor, all of which are pre-war styles, and more than half of them are the same dragoons as Lao Bai.

   Some of them have been in disrepair for a long time and cannot be used, but with Yin Fang, a young expert in archaeology, this is obviously not a problem.

  However, these incorporated equipment are all mission props.

  Although there is a high probability that it will also appear in the NPC shop, they all require contribution points to purchase.

   "Damn it..." Ye Shi muttered in a low voice, "Such good equipment is for nothing for those gentlemen!"

   "Fortunately, we came in time and didn't let them fall into the hands of the looters."

  Turning his eyes away from the power armor, Lao Bai glanced at the boxes in the corner with radiation signs on them.

  According to Joy, those are some miniature tactical nuclear weapons left by the post-war reconstruction committee. Comparing the 155mm artillery horizontally, according to the type of shell, the equivalent is about 10~45kg.

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

  Destruction is much easier than construction. Obviously, the managers have done a lot of work in advance where the players can't see it.

   Otherwise, this dead whale that exploded would at least make Qingquan City and even the southern part of Hegu Province turbulent for ten or even twenty years...

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

   "However, they didn't use these things in the riot." Ye Shi scratched his head, puzzled, "Why?"

   Can't understand!

   Once a tactical nuclear bomb goes down, all the people in the street will evaporate, right?

  Guangfeng gave the kid a sideways look.

   "You'll know when you grow up."

   Displeased to hear his fatherly tone, Ye Shi rolled his eyes.

   "I'm Yee!"

the other side.

  The gate of Boulder City.

   They are also here to perform assistance missions, but unlike those players who are busy doing missions and earning contribution points and reputation, most of the alliance's NPCs are not motivated.

   It needs to be clarified that they are very enthusiastic when dealing with other survivors in need, and they have not turned their backs on those refugees who fled to the Alliance from Boulder City.

  But "door-to-door service" is something that many people did not expect.

  Looking at the towering wall, Zhao Shu muttered.

"Why?"

  Yang Ergou glanced at him.

"what why."

  Zhao Shu pointed to the guys with suitcases at the door, not as if he was pointing at them, but more like pointing at their backs.

   "Why are we helping these guys?"

  The two are residents of Beit Street. A long time ago, they worked in the Niu Ma Brick Factory.

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

  Zhao Shu is not unfamiliar with Boulder City.

Especially when he learned that those lucky guys can earn "similar" wages to those scavengers who risk their lives picking up **** in the wasteland just by driving screws in the factory, they are very happy. The decaying colony was even more spurned.

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

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

   These are all he learned from the "Daily Survivor".

   Boulder City first began to decay, and then the plague of thought gradually spread to other settlements along the links maintained by chips.

  The entire southern part of the valley province has become a breeding ground for decay.

  Of course, there are many settlements in the entire wasteland that are more decadent than Boulder City, but Boulder City is next to them, and he naturally hates the people here the most.

  Especially the survivors here also like to show off poorly, secretly eating blue gophers and bumpkins.

   Don't think he doesn't know!

  Zhao Shu let out a sound in his heart.

   "Smelly beggar..."

  I can’t even eat green wheat cakes!

  What a job!

  Yang Ergou glared at him.

   "What are you talking about!"

   "Am I wrong?"

Zhao Shu continued confidently, "The **** we picked up and the food we planted are all given to this group of bastards! Now we have to wipe their **** for the baskets they poke out! In my opinion, it's the wall The survivors in the slums outside can be taken in, they are truly innocent, and the people inside should be imprisoned for a lifetime!"

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

  Zhao Shu rolled his eyes.

   "Come on, they live a much more comfortable life than us. And when we were exploited, they didn't stand up to speak for us, did they?"

  Working in a factory is definitely safer than picking up waste and hunting in the wild. It's not that they enjoy nothing.

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

"You're right."

  A voice from behind interrupted the increasingly loud quarrel between the two.

   Luka came over.

  Seeing the old housekeeper—or should I say the city lord now, the two quarreling immediately shut their mouths and remained silent.

  Zhao Shu took the initiative to apologize with a guilty conscience.

"Sorry, I-"

  Luka looked at the young man and said in a soothing tone.

   "You don't need to apologize. I understand the anger in your heart. 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 'stinky beggars' inside help us produce things, only give them a mouthful of swill to survive, and squeeze the last drop of blood from them and their generations to come..."

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

   "Or if you think about it from another angle, did you, who is not a Willant, ever count on the Legion to end our wasteland for a second?"

"Nearly the entire desert is on our side, overtly or implicitly. We've united nearly everyone we can. Even our enemies dare not face us. It's not because we're stronger, or because our fists are stronger. biggest."

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

  Looking at this skinny old man, Yang Ergou gave a thumbs up and said with a smile.

   "That's what I think, but I don't know how to say it."

  Zhao Shu scratched his head, but still didn't understand.

  He doesn’t care whether the alliance is an alliance or not. If the manager wants to be emperor, he will support it with both hands. It is best to marry the youngest daughter of the Yu family.

  The skinny girl who used to be thin and thin has long since appeared slim and graceful, and she is also very popular with the residents of the refuge.

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

  Luka patted him on the shoulder, not forcing him to understand these things, and led everyone to move forward.

   Regardless of whether these people are worth saving or not, since the manager said that it is the fifth city of the alliance, they are comrades in arms on the same front, so he will do what he should do.

   There is no reason.

  And on behalf of the alliance, he will go to Boulder City to do some things that the trade unions and militia groups are not capable of doing, and make up for some compromises that they have to make to reality.

  Including some criminal cases that occurred during the riots, including failure to do a thorough liquidation and so on.

The residents of the inner city can of course be forgiven and pardoned by the residents of the outer city. After all, the black card has been completely abolished. It is up to the residents of the uprising to write it down in the uprising program. 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 only accept those people, that is the matter of the alliance.

  A "criminal" who is accused by the responsible person and involved in the murder will not be granted the status of a resident of the Union, regardless of whether he is a resident of the inner city or an outer city.

  The alliance will set up a new court in Boulder City, which will be responsible for open and fair trials of the case, and new evidence can be added during the five-year prosecution period.

  If those perpetrators are confirmed guilty by conclusive evidence, and the compensation made cannot be understood by the relevant responsible persons.

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

   But having said that, doing so is actually redundant.

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

  They have already been burdened with original sin.

  The residents of the outer city did not execute them, just because they had 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 half a million people is too small after all.

   Everyone recognizes their faces.

   They will not have any future if they live in this settlement. They may be spat into the bowl by the cook and rolled their eyes by the waiter serving the bowl after eating a meal.

   This made them feel worse than killing them, after all, death is only a moment.

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

   But it's too hard.

   Not everyone has the ability and opportunity to atone for sin.

  Leaving the power in their hands and being deprived of all their property, let alone living on their own, even surviving has become a problem.

   This is unquestionably absolution.

   But for many, it's more like exile...

  …

  The square in front of the giant wall gate.

   Bonnie and Kumit are hesitating about the future.

  Her husband Sid died, and her natal family members were all senior officers of the militia, and almost died in the riots.

  The victors didn't kill them all, but it doesn't mean that there were no dead people.

  After learning that Boulder City will become the fifth city of the Alliance, her other two sons have decisively confessed their guilt and are going to the Alliance prisoner-of-war camp for labor reform.

  If you perform well, you may be able to come out in three to five years, maybe you can learn a craft or technology, and go back to the life of ordinary people.

   But she couldn't.

  Without a servant, she can't even comb her own hair.

   Not only her, but also her most precious youngest son, Kumit, who can't do anything without someone to take care of him. If no one takes care of them, they will wither like flowers without water...

  Thinking of her future life and only 20 kilograms of luggage, Bonnie couldn't help but burst into tears again.

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

  He doesn't know where to go in the future.

  The new authorities confiscated their Cr and Dinars, and they simply couldn't afford a ticket to Ideal City, and it was useless to go there.

  In their suitcases, there are only some clothes, sleeping bags, high-end cans and nutritional creams for preparation.

   Just when Kumit was feeling desperate for the gloomy life ahead, a fat man suddenly emerged from the crowd and waved vigorously at them.

   "Hey! This way!"

   Attracted by the antics, Kumit looked at him, his eyes widened in surprise.

   "Piru?!"

  Pilu's face turned into a flower with a smile, very much like his father, Mr. Weijia.

   "Master Kumit! It's so lucky that you finally came out. My father and I have been waiting for you for a long time!"

  Beside him stood his father's secretary Aaron.

  They planned to bribe the militiamen to get Bonnie out, but they didn't expect the new authorities to dump the whole mess of Boulder City to the Alliance.

   This is a result that his father didn't expect.

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

  Looking at the excited blushing little fat man, Kumit scratched his cheek embarrassingly.

   "I'm no longer a young master, don't say that..."

  After going through that night of turning point in his life, he also grew up a bit, at least he thought so.

   "How come?! You will always be Master Kumit in my heart!" Pilu saluted slightly respectfully, still the same as before.

   Kumit couldn't help being moved.

   Except for those poor ghosts who swarmed to **** his things, there are still good people in this world!

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

   "You are too outrageous to say that!"

Pilu smiled honestly, 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 .”

   Amused by this sentence, Bonnie, with tears hanging from the corners of her eyes, couldn't help but bend the corners of her lips.

   "Thank you, your kid can really talk... just like your father."

  Piru continued talking with a happy face.

   "Speaking of my father, he prepared a clean-up banquet for you at the Distant Wind Hotel! He knew you wouldn't know where to go, and he even reserved a room for you."

   Bonnie was slightly taken aback.

   "Mr. Weijia? Thank you... for thinking so much about us."

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

  Bonnie's expression was slightly hesitant.

  For some reason, looking at this sunny and cheerful little fat man, she always felt an inexplicable uneasiness in her heart.

   Is Wei Jia that kind of person?

  Although she always persuaded Sid to be kind to those businessmen who helped him make money, Sid never really listened to what she said and the ancestral teachings she nagged.

but…

  She still couldn't help fantasizing.

  Perhaps Mr. Weijia is really that kind of person, thankful to Mr. Sid for his help all the time, willing to take care of their mother and child for Sid...

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

   "Hey, ma'am, there's wasteland ahead, think about it! If you leave here, no law will protect you mother and child."

  Looking at the lady who was still hesitating, the young man couldn't help but persuade her.

   "If you haven't done anything harmful, the Alliance will accept you... Not everyone with a black card is a criminal. Mr. Lister is still a resident of the Alliance."

  Perhaps he shouldn't have said that extravagantly.

  Bonnie was a little moved to stay, but when she heard the second part of his sentence, her heart tightened, and she couldn't help but grasped the hand of her youngest son.

  Of course she didn't do anything harmful, and even gave a big red envelope to every maid in the family who left her to start a family...

   But Kumit is not.

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

"Mother…"

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

  He didn't want to be with the marauders.

   I heard that all the prisoner-of-war camps of the Alliance are locked up by 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.

  It's like he huddled under the blanket with the S coin trader last night, let alone let go of his mother's hand, he didn't even dare to see his old father for the last time...

  The trembling hands of her son finally made Bonnie, who was still hesitating, make up her mind.

   Patted Kumit's hand lightly, she took a deep breath, bowed slightly gracefully, like a real princess.

   "Thank you, Mr. Soldier, we thank you for your concern and kindness... But we have already figured out the way forward, our destiny is not here."

   "Thank you very much for letting us live, and I wish you all the best to continue walking with your ideals."

  The militiaman hesitated, glanced at the innocent Pilu, and then at the expressionless follower next to him.

  He feels that these two people are not good people, but he is really not qualified to make decisions for others, and he can't even say anything beautiful.

   "You guys take care..."

  Bonnie nodded, gave the soldier a thankful glance, then took her son's hand, and followed the joyful Pilu towards the Far Wind Hotel.

  They exiled themselves, left the colony and went to the wasteland.

   But it's their choice.

  Looking at the backs of the mother and son walking away, the militiaman was a little depressed, and muttered to the old militiaman next to him.

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

  The old militiaman glanced at him.

   "What do you know? It's hard to persuade the damned ghosts, where do you care what they do? Do your job well."

  The road is chosen by oneself.

  Look at those lords and aunts who are devastated and neglected, how many people may envy those two.

   Not far away, Guenys hugged her husband Melvin tightly, crying until she was in tears.

  Malvin's lips trembled, he patted his wife's back lightly, and said comforting words to her, but his eyes were full of vicissitudes.

  He seemed to have aged a dozen years overnight, with deep wrinkles that could catch snow slag, and countless white hairs were caught in the blown hair.

   "It's okay...everything will be fine..."

   He murmured and prayed for the rest of the family.

  Watching Kumit’s leaving back, Kixiu stood beside his parents dumbly, like a puppet who lost his soul.

  He wanted to do something to change this settlement, so he flew back from Ideal City all the way.

   But he never thought it would turn out this way.

  He has no face to face his father Malvern, nor face to his elder brother Warfel, and even face to Alisa...

   He always had a chance to atone.

  If he had been braver at that time, instead of hiding in the inner city with his elder brother, he had rushed out to find Alisa, maybe he would have been beaten to death by the angry mob, but he might have been forgiven by the people together with Alisa...

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

   I really regret it, he shouldn't have come back...

   Kisio took a step forward, Melvin saw it, immediately reached out and grabbed him, staring at the bastard.

   "Follow me! Confess to the new authorities what you did! The Alliance won't kill you, they'll give you a chance to start anew—"

   "It's too late." Kixiu shook his head.

  Seeing his useless appearance, the furious Melvin slapped him across the face, slapping him **** the face.

"Snapped-!"

   There was a crisp sound.

  Ki Xiu didn't hide, let the slap hit his face, his empty head was slapped sideways by the wrinkled hand.

   Seeing that he didn't look introspective at all, Melvin raised his hand in anger and wanted to hit him, but was grabbed by his wife forcefully.

   "That's enough," Guinness stared at him with blurry teary eyes, "Stop beating him, Kischer is still a child, let me persuade him..."

   "You bastard!" Melvin glared at Kixiu and cursed angrily, "What time is it, can you listen to your old man!"

  Why does everyone have to fight against him!

   Forget about Sid, his son turned out to be the same!

   Kicheo suddenly laughed.

   smiled and laughed, and shed tears again.

   "I'm sorry Dad, I failed your cultivation... I am indeed a hopeless idiot, as you can see."

  He paused, and said as if talking to himself.

"My friends on Duandianyun are right. I am like them. We are all slackers who love to recite scriptures. What should people in the wasteland do. But I am different, not only do I feel that I am right, I also feel that what I have learned should be used by everyone..."

  Looking blankly at his son who suddenly became strange, Malvin said in a trembling voice.

"Where are you going?"

   "Go to the wasteland." Kixiu said calmly.

"Are you crazy!? That's a place to eat people! Do you think you walked to Ideal City on two legs? It's the mercenary I found for you! You trash can't live until tomorrow morning!" Moore The seven orifices of Wen Qi were smoking, and he went up to hold the bastard, but he tripped over the knee-thick snow.

   Instead of helping his father lying on the snow, Kisu took a step back and looked at him with gray hair on his temples in shame.

   "I understand your painstaking efforts. It is my last chance to confess my crimes and accept reform, but I have no face to face anyone in this settlement... They forgive me, but I will never forgive myself."

   "I, an incompetent and arrogant scum, should go to the wasteland to be beaten, and rot and stink in some unknown stinking ditch. That's where I belong."

"Farewell, please tell my dear sister, her **** brother is dead, she doesn't need to atone for a rotten person like me, she should live happily in a wonderful new world - the fairy tale you quietly wrote in her heart .”

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

  He bowed slightly towards the huge 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 slow steps...

  …

   At dusk.

  The alliance's rescue station was launched in the giant stone city, and a cauldron was set up in front of the gate inside the huge wall to persuade those who wanted to escape from the city.

  500,000 catties of grain a day is only less than 250,000 silver coins, not to mention saving a little, in fact, you can't eat so much.

   This is nothing compared to the price of watching this settlement rot.

   And they are all family now.

   Smelling the refreshing aroma, not to mention the hungry poor, even the guards guarding the gate swallowed their saliva.

   "It's porridge..."

   "I thought it was a nutritional cream... Any nutritional cream is good."

   "Praise the Alliance! Praise the Manager!"

   "My child is saved..."

  The people whose necks were shrunk in the cold muttered softly, some even secretly wiped their tears, and the hope of surviving the winter was rekindled in their eyes.

   No one wants to eat the dead if they are not very hungry.

  Even if it’s just a bowl of rice soup, it reminds them of their modesty, and they consciously line up in the isolation zone.

  Under the call of Lovett, the members of the Workers Association spontaneously helped to maintain order.

   Most of them have no culture, and they don't look very smart. They only have one slogan—do what Ball should do.

  The object of their worship is not even a real guy, but their action and enthusiasm are surprisingly amazing.

  They themselves didn’t realize that under the encouragement of victory and miracles, the nonexistent Bohr had 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 the well-trained soldiers couldn't help but look more at the workers.

  They have no doubt that if these people are given a gun, these people will definitely be able to fight more than those mercenaries who take money to do things.

  Even if these people have never been on a real battlefield.

   "Don't squeeze everyone, everyone has a share!"

   Wearing an apron, Yaya held a large spoon in his right hand and a trumpet in his left, and shouted proudly.

   "Minced pork porridge with vegetables and mushrooms! Food sponsored by Fujiteng House, I hope everyone can survive the cold winter safely! We will let everyone wear beautiful new clothes in the spring of the coming year, and let the unpleasantness of the past stay in the past."

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

  But Yaya yelled for fun.

  Her human language is not up to standard, just take this opportunity to practice!

  Fuji Teng blushed and glared at Yaya, wishing to throw her into the pot as well.

   "You, you are enough! Do things well, don't say unnecessary things..."

   She is here to farm the prestige of the region.

  Regional prestige is useless for professional combat players, but it is of great use to her who is keen on simulation management!

  And this rare special server activity can also unlock achievements that cannot be unlocked in daily activities.

  The place where the medal is obtained is not just a battlefield. In the words of the manager, it is also a battlefield in a certain sense.

   But even apart from talking about it, she likes doing these things.

  The survivors on the wasteland have a simple understanding of kindness. A bowl of hot porridge or a small thing can make them cry.

  And she will also gain spiritual satisfaction in this process, and the price she pays is just a little time "dreaming" in bed.

  Looking at the blushing Fujiteng, Yaya frowned mischievously.

   "What's the matter? It's your sponsored duck. I just advertise your artwork by the way!"

   Seeing that she was going to make up some outrageous advertisements again, Fujiteng blushed and couldn't speak, and hid her face in the milky white mist.

  In addition to the bad friend Yaya who came to join in the fun, Huahua, a shop assistant in a maid dress, was also enthusiastically helping out.

   That warm-hearted little boss has almost become her idol.

  Hearing that such a big event happened in Boulder City, she put down what she was doing and decided to help without saying a word, and even closed the shop!

   What a kind man!

  When Huahua thought of Ms. Fujiteng's generosity, she couldn't be more moved.

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

  The stall not far away.

  Holding a bowl of boiling hot porridge, Kent lowered his head, and thanked the cook in charge, feeling like a stone was blocked in his heart.

  That night he hid at home and didn't go out. Although there was a commotion outside, it didn't affect his airy room.

  The mercenaries and soldiers who took advantage of the fire to rob were all going to the houses that were relatively close to the inner city, and they would never go to the slums in the industrial area.

  He couldn't hold back his drowsiness, so he closed his eyes and fell asleep, and then the sky outside dawned.

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

   It was the Workers Association who seized it.

  The gang of thieves in prison are now masters.

Looking at the boxes of frozen meat and vegetables brought out of the warehouse, Kent's heart tightened and ached, but he didn't dare to go up and ask where the ingredients were moved. After walking around, he sneaked into the team of the workers' association Li went to help, and got an armband made of gauze.

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

  Looking at the corpses dragged out of those alleys, Kent was extremely grateful, thanks to hiding at home that day, otherwise he might have been lying in it...

   Squatting on the side of the street and taking a sip of rice porridge with vegetable dregs and minced meat floating in it, Kent felt warm in his stomach, but his heart became more and more blocked.

   He muttered to make himself feel better.

   "Huh...you **** up everything and what did you get?"

"What can you say that you won't become Master Stephen? Didn't Lovett become the president of the workers' union? The head of the militia is Joey, but it's just another head Zhao, a group of new masters... and I still have to Eat the food of the Union."

  The more he thought about it, the more angry he became. He took a sip of the hot porridge and let out a **** off.

  Hearing his muttering, a worker moved his buttocks and sat next to him with a smile.

   "Man, how can you say we're getting nothing? Lovett said we're going to have a constitution that everybody abides by."

   "The constitution of the Union?" Kent squinted 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 the look, but dreaded his armbands, even though he had them himself.

   "I know who you are."

  Kent's heart tightened, his face was pale, and his soul was almost frightened.

  Hiding a secret in his heart, he took Alec and Phyllis, took Sberg away from the door of the beer hall and sent him to prison.

  Although he didn't see the wanted notice posted on the wall, he can be sure that the workers must be looking for him secretly, and once they find him, they will drag him into an alley and execute him secretly.

   "Who?" He swallowed and asked tremblingly.

  The worker shrugged.

   "Ken."

   The air was quiet for a while.

  …Ken?

   Who is that?

   New riddles?

  Kent looked blank.

   At the moment just now, he experienced the feeling of doing a roller coaster, especially when the worker next to him spit out the first half 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 is an important thing at all."

  Kent blushed angrily.

"Isn't it? The whole colony is in a mess! It's all of you that got me out of a job! If it wasn't for that idiot named Sberg who insisted on contradicting himself, if you didn't believe in a goddam Pole, And I would rather listen to what a little girl said, we will not be reduced to begging our neighbors now!"

"Just take it as it is. And you're right, begging is really bad, and we will pay back the favor." The worker sighed, not going to explain to him, and said to himself, "Lovitt said, we don't It is possible to convince everyone that this is the normal state of life. Some people will find various reasons and angles to criticize us, but this is not important. They say theirs, and we do ours."

  “He asked us to supervise him, and if he found out that one day he started to speak for those who bullied us, he would punch him hard and spit in his face. This is the important thing.”

  Looking at Kent who was almost suffocating, the worker joked in an apologetic tone.

"You'd better go, it's not for you, really. You're not even as good as your Master Vija, who doesn't do business without risk and has to lick Master Sid's shoes now and then. You're not as good as Alisa, she Standing up has taken a risk that you can never take in your life, what did you do last night? Hiding under the quilt and crying?"

"And now, you're sitting here holding a bowl, and then you're **** there—'Oh, mud legs can't do anything big, you just changed a batch of masters', 'Oh, what does a little girl know'," Oh, it's all your fault that I lost my job'. That's right, you're right, we killed you, we're finished tomorrow, run away. "

"How about going to Honghe Town? There, you can use your inexhaustible strength to work for 24 hours. You don't have to worry about everyone stopping you from making money. They will help you Block the aliens and predators outside."

   Smiling and patted Ken on the shoulder, the worker finished the bowl of porridge, got up and went to the kitchen to return the bowl.

   After a while, he will go to the workers' association to help.

   They have united, and they are victorious.

   Then they will continue to unite.

   As for the future...

  Let’s talk about it in the future.

If Lowit did not do well, just take a meal!

  …

   On the other side, there is a sign hanging at the alliance's registration office, which says "leniency for confession, strictness for resistance".

  Some inner city nobles and their henchmen also lined up here.

  For those who want to stay in the alliance, they can speak out their crimes here, find the person to apologize with the help of the alliance, and ask for leniency.

  The alliance will code their photos in the newspaper, and the prison sentence will be capped at 20 years. If you have a good attitude, it will only be three to five years.

   Of course, they can also choose to keep the secret in their hearts, hide like a mouse, and pray that no one will bring evidence to point them out in the future.

   The staff of the alliance did not discriminate against them, but the scum-like expression was indeed scary enough.

  House didn't want to go there at first, but when he saw the Union soldiers at the gate of the city, he couldn't help shivering, and finally bit the bullet and walked over.

   From time to time, someone left the team, and someone joined in, and finally it was his turn.

  House didn't dare to delay, followed the gray-faced aristocratic grandfather in front of him, rubbed his hands tremblingly, and sat down at the wooden table.

   Turning over a page full of paper, the staff handed him a cup of hot water and said blankly.

   "Tell me, who did you kill? How, how many people, how old are you?"

   "I...I didn't kill anyone, I swear to God!" Startled by this simple and rude opening statement, House quickly raised his right hand and said tremblingly, "Absolutely not!"

  Big Horned Deer God is here!

  He couldn't help but glanced at the noble who was taken away by the Union soldiers.

  What the **** did this guy do? !

  The staff froze for a moment, staring at the person in front of him with a strange expression, feeling familiar, but couldn't remember where he had seen him before.

  The Union soldiers standing aside did the same, frowning and looking at him twice.

   "Hey, you look familiar... Where have I seen you?"

   "House!"

   Fearing that it would not be counted as surrendering after speaking, House squeezed out a pale smile, 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 member to speak, House swallowed and continued.

   "Did you know? If a person is always saying stupid things, it means that he actually knows the answer in his heart. Ever played the guessing game in the newspaper? It's not easy to be completely right, but it's not easy to be completely wrong."

"Sorry, I'm really sorry, I've scolded your managers, and I've scolded you, but I... don't hate you in my heart, I can't even help but applaud your courage, but I have to help Gentlemen speak."

"My logic may be a bit confusing, but it doesn't matter, you don't understand, but the manager must understand what I mean. The reason why I cursed you so hard is that I just want you to call quickly and close this casino as soon as possible. After all, I hope Master De is in charge, there must be no way out here, but if Master Shuguang is in charge, there must be a solution! Look, you guys really came here! In fact, I also have a share of the credit!"

  These words are from the heart of House.

  Ever since he learned what kind of organization the Alliance is, he has no doubt that the managers are truly good people.

  There are really good people other than idiots in this wasteland!

If he is really a profiteer, he can obviously not step on the accelerator pedal, hook up with Malvin, cooperate with the outside world, continue to play the debt game, and let the residents of Boulder City have negative deposits, then the people here are really doomed .

The masters can go to the ideal city to enjoy, while those poor ghosts have to work for the alliance until they die, and live on the nose of the alliance. It will be impossible to stand up and call the shots. Thousands of individuals become more than two hundred thousand people.

  Switched to the Buguera Free State in the north, Mr. Sigma would definitely not restrain himself, but the manager restrained himself, and even generously pulled them to the same front... This is what shocked and surprised House the most.

   That lord really intends to end the wasteland!

   He really regards the survivors of Boulder City as survivors!

   Praise the League!

  Praise the manager! !

  Ever since he heard that the grown-up called the "Worker's Daily" a voice of progress, House was convinced that he had read the right person.

   After all, he is one of the few awake people in this casino!

   What's more, even the half-way monk Sberg can be invited as a guest. If it were him, the manager would definitely treat him as a guest!

   Several staff members and soldiers looked at each other.

   They tensed their faces at first, but finally couldn't help laughing when they heard House say "he also had a share of credit."

  House stared at them blankly, not understanding what they were laughing at.

  I finally mustered up the courage to sit here and confess my crimes, but these guys took him as a joke!

  His face became more and more red, and he clenched his fists tightly, but he didn't dare to attack, so he could only hide his fists in his sleeves.

   "You...what do you want? I can explain to the manager in person—"

  The staff did not explain, but said with a smile.

   "Are you here to make us laugh? It's not that I look down on you. All the cases that come here to register are life-threatening cases. We don't have time to listen to your jokes, although you can do it well."

  Another staff member suppressed a smile and said jokingly,

"If you think you have any credit, then go to the workers' association or the militia to claim credit. They are the ones who started the rebellion. I'm disappointed. We didn't regard you as a threat at all. If it weren't for the fact that everyone is For the sake of fellow villagers, we didn’t even bother to come.”

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

  The soldier patted him on the shoulder and gave him a disgusted look.

   "Fuck off, managers can't be bothered to talk to you, but I do want to kick your ass. If I wasn't still at work, I would have done it already."

  The alliance has the discipline of the alliance. At any rate, you can't beat people when you are wearing a military uniform. It is not worthwhile to take his glory for a clown.

  The soldier returned to his post.

  House stood in the street in a daze.

  Looking at those real villains who lined up to confess their crimes, for a moment, he wished that he would be caught and put in prison by the soldiers of the alliance, or even beat him up.

   Not caring is the greatest arrogance.

   It turned out that people didn't bother to talk to him at all.

  Even the "Worker's Daily", which has only been established for less than a year, can be regarded as a progressive voice, but the broadcast he has been calling for more than ten years has not been paid attention to 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 dead, House walked away with blank eyes.

  (end of this chapter)