Rise of the Wasteland

Time goes back a few days, the day after the supply ship was lost.

The whole city of Seattle is in chaos. Outposts lined up, military and police ran rampant, and citizens were upset. Only Zhou Qingfeng continued to walk around the city like an okay person-Alibaba would not rush into the treasure house of the forty thieves, right? Uncle Zhou will stay dead for a few more days.

However, from Boise to Seattle, Zhou Qingfeng was surrounded by Franklin's wife and daughter. The two women stuck to Uncle Chou like honey, and as a result, Rachel, who was slightly better in relationship, opened his face coldly again.

The two women of the Franklin family have become famous inside the Brotherhood, and Zhou Qingfeng has no interest in them. But they had to follow, and Zhou Qingfeng was helpless. He could only excuse himself to fulfill the duties of his clergy, and cheekily attached to Rachel's charity.

The wife and mother continued to make public charitable donations in Seattle, but the momentum was much lower and the attitude was much more sincere. Instead of giving talks or anything, she was preparing to build a long-term relief agency by relying on the church. Uncle Zhou is specifically responsible for vomiting ...

"The aid agency should be a tightly regulated institution that can earn meager profits. Relief cannot be turned into a lazy man, let alone a 'big man'. For those who have the ability to work, measures should be taken to sacrifice work instead the best.

Enforce certain jobs even if they do not meet the wishes of the person being rescued. The basic principle of salvation is 'creating people through labor'. If you ca n’t do it, people will be allowed to plant land. Relief cannot be turned into a means for some people to get rich, let alone the Virgin. "

Rachelt found a quiet corner near the church and discussed the rules and regulations of the rescue agency with several priests. When she saw Zhou Qingfeng running over, she didn't see it, neither welcome nor hurry. But as soon as Uncle Zhou came up, she wrote about her organization formation rules for a long time.

"Why do you write so many good wishes? You are not making a report, you are implementing rules."

"It's doomed to write and pay, not write back."

"Don't think about human nature too well. Sometimes holding a stick can actually be a better‘ consensus ’.”

For Zhou Qingfeng's nonsense, the two women behind the Franklin family immediately applauded and felt that he could not speak better-amazing concept!

Several of the priests involved in the preparatory organization have stayed-are they really saints and virgins? This is clearly the devil and the angel.

Only Rachel dared to glance at Zhou Qingfeng with a frown, and didn't bother to deal with this crazy maniac. She continued to build the rescue agency she wanted. It seemed that the two women of Franklin's family were also interested in the institution and came up with ideas.

Zhou Qingfeng was excluded but temporarily relieved. He walked out of the church alone, walked a few hundred meters along the street outside, and casually walked into a coffee shop by the road.

There are not many people in the store during the day. The waiter stepped forward to ask what was needed, but Zhou Qingfeng asked after sitting down, "Can you chat with me?"

The waiter is a five big and three thick white man. He is obviously just an ordinary person, unable to recognize Zhou Qingfeng's identity. For the tip, he brought Zhou Qingfeng a cup of instant coffee and a plate of cake, and sat opposite Zhou Qingfeng.

"I haven't seen Asians in a long time," said the tall waiter, lighting a cigarette.

"Why? Are they all dead?" Zhou Qingfeng asked.

"A lot of dead, the rest fled and fled to some unknown area." The waiter shrugged, saying he was not aware of it.

"But should I be able to come back now? There are more job opportunities, abundant supplies, and social stability." Zhou Qingfeng asked.

"Hehehe ..." The waiter still shook his head, and he spit out a cigarette. "Apartheidism, competition for survival, crisis of reproduction. This is how the government promotes it. Actually, it is not only Asians, but also African Americans and Hispanics They were all expelled.

The government initially said that this was to give whites priority, but in the end whites were actually divided into different classes. At first I believed in propaganda, and only a small percentage of people got priority. "

"Seattle implements apartheid policy?"

"It's not just Seattle, it's the entire Brotherhood. It's a hidden rule, a rule that doesn't open but does exist."

The message of the messenger revealed a lot of information. In order to survive the nuclear winter, the Brotherhood of Steel, dominated by whites, did not hesitate to allocate all resources to whites as much as possible. Other races became inferior and excluded.

Unorganized African-Americans and Hispanics were quickly deported or enslaved. Asians were better in terms of ability and organization, but they were too few, either fleeing or being marginalized.

But this policy did not benefit all white people. When power and resources began to concentrate, this trend was irreversible. No one can easily share everything they have with others, and as a result, white people start to bully white people.

The waiter sighed, "Everything in the city is a big man, even this coffee shop. Ten percent of the power holds 90 percent of the wealth, and those high-ranking rulers also make laws prohibiting the bottom People challenge their authority. "

The difference between the rich and the poor, the class is solidified.

Zhou Qingfeng scratched his chin. This situation existed before the cataclysm, which is a characteristic of the United States. By contrast, the florist is much better, at least going to a good university and finding a good job will not require a letter of recommendation from a member of Parliament.

"Do you have a gun?" Zhou Qingfeng asked again.

The waiter slumped his shirt, revealing a revolver with a diameter of 38 or 38.

"Want to resist?"

"I just have a gun ~ www.readwn.com ~ but the government has a gun."

Next week, Qingfeng and the waiter both laughed and smiled bitterly.

The waiter continued: "That was the case, it is the same now, and it ’s even worsened. At least I could find a woman who was willing to marry me, and now even women can't be found. The superior can easily have a bunch of mistresses, but There is no brothel on the ground floor.

This society is sick, but few people are willing to change it. do you know? I hate the Aurora Legion because the Legion's trade helped the Brotherhood stabilize its rule. Originally, there were still people who wanted to stand up and resist because they couldn't live. Now life is better, and they are less willing to work hard.

And the church began to lie again, and for a while no one listened to the priest's ghost words, and now someone ran to church to pray. What a bunch of ignorant and foolish people. "

Perhaps it was Zhou Qingfeng's Asian identity that made the waiter open the conversation box. Speaking of excitement, he slammed the table and shouted his dissatisfaction with society and government. After Zhou Qingfeng heard his complaint, he walked out of the coffee shop silently. Outside the store, Wen Tianyu was waiting for him.

"This guy is saying something that reflects the real thoughts of the bottom of society. But ... go and notify the police in Seattle that there is an anti-governmentist here.

His thoughts are too dangerous, too dangerous. Zhou Qingfeng, who walked out of the coffee shop, told Wen Tianyu, "I don't like this kind of people either. "

Wen Tianyu froze, glanced at the tall waiter in the coffee shop who was packing up the dining table, and wrote down the other person's appearance.

Zhou Qingfeng looked at Wen Tianyu again, "You have something to do with me?"

Wen Tianyu Lihui reported: "You asked me to investigate the status of the Freemasonry navy ship. I want to make a preliminary report to you, especially about the carrier."

"Oh ... I'm waiting for the news."