This Game Is Too Realistic

"boom!"

Gently blowing away the smoke from the muzzle.

Looking at the fallen man in the crowd not far away, the man standing by the window smiled slightly, retracted the revolver against the window, and gently moved the slightly open curtains with his raised little finger.

Sharp screams and roars came one after another, and the color of blood replaced the sunset that was blocked by clouds... This is the color that this street should have.

But those militiamen were surprisingly weak. He thought more people would die, but the bullets just grazed their scalps.

Are you unable to take action?

But he didn't think that the mob would forgive those people.

The corner of his mouth curled up into an evil smile.

The Min Opera has officially begun!

A lazy female voice came from the bed not far away.

"It's really a bad idea. Why don't you come secretly?"

The man shook his head and said slowly.

"Too slow... Do you know that feeling? A movie has reached the last moment, but is paused. The powder keg is right there, the fuse has been inserted, but no one dares to light it... So is the Alliance, so are the nobles, and so is Mr. Fang."

He is Rhine, from the Bugra Free State. He is a professional mercenary and an awakened warrior. The woman not far behind him, whose name is Serite, is the killer of the Dagger Gang in the slums outside the city.

The Bugra Free State was established in Boulder City a long time ago.

Lord Sigma is very interested in something here, something that can help them get rid of the control of the suzerain country at a critical moment.

The protection of the Rift Valley is both a blessing and a curse.

Those noble adults don't care what the little people think. They only look at the blueprint on their desk and point fingers behind them through a window.

Sometimes they are right, but not always.

They need that weapon!

Therefore, when Master Sid wanted to get rid of Sperger, the Dagger Gang immediately handed over the knife. But what is surprising is that they almost succeeded, but failed at the last moment. The knife they handed out disappeared together with Sberg.

This is so weird.

"I'm worried about something." Sailit looked at the man from afar, her lazy voice filled with concern.

"What the hell?" Rhine said nonchalantly.

"City Lord, that landlord," Serit said casually, "according to our investigation, he knows everything about the situation in this settlement, so he must have seen you shoot."

Rhine smiled carelessly and waved his hand.

"Ah, don't worry about this. If you had really investigated it, you would know...he will only take action under two circumstances, to help people here deal with the mutant slime mold and the forces related to the post-war Japanese Construction Committee."

Tell me why.

Because that's what it is.

People cannot be greedy and expect the gun to move by itself and distinguish who is a bad guy and who is a bad guy, who deserves to die and who does not deserve to die.

The first generation residents made it, but they were also afraid of its power.

After all, humans themselves are fickle creatures, and those who design AI are not completely sure that old operating systems can always meet the needs of the new generation. The current generation is not so confident about the operating systems designed by the older generation. After all, if children always listened carefully to their mothers, mankind would still be in the Stone Age and there would be no era of prosperity.

Yes.

People actually don’t know where they are going, so how can they expect AI to figure out where the destination is for them and build all the roads leading to it?

A society completely managed by AI will eventually become a pigsty, and AI, no matter how human-like it is, will never become a human being. People in the era before the Age of Prosperity have already proven that it is both necessary and undesirable.

At this time, there was a slight noise from the stairs outside the door.

The sound was so weak that it was almost impossible to notice it if you didn't listen carefully. However, Rhine noticed the movement immediately.

He immediately stopped talking, squinted his eyes and looked at the door, put down the revolver, and picked up the submachine gun with the drum on the table.

Hearing some noises as well, the female killer stopped talking and silently pulled out the dagger and pistol from under the pillow.

The footsteps at the door gradually became clearer, walking towards them step by step, from far to near, like a knock on the door.

The voice stopped in front of the door without any concealment.

There was no doubt that that person was coming for them.

There is absolutely no way anyone will come to clean the room at this time...

"who?"

Rhine spoke cautiously.

No one answered.

In order to strike first, he pulled the trigger without hesitation, and a burst of fire exploded from the muzzle of the gun. The sound of the tearing machine and the rain of orange-yellow bullets shot toward the door, leaving a series of bullet holes on the wooden door.

Almost at the same time, the damaged door panel exploded, and the flying fragments rolled towards him like cannonballs.

"Damn——"

Rhine ducked awkwardly, rolled to the window, and finally caught a glimpse of the man standing at the door through his peripheral vision.

Her face was covered by a pitch-black mirror. She was holding an explosion-proof shield in her left hand and a short-tube micro-punch in her right hand. Her number - X-16 - was engraved on the shield and breastplate.

"Go to hell!" A fierce look flashed in Serite's eyes, and she rushed toward her like lightning. She raised the dagger and pulled the trigger of the pistol at the same time.

The bullets with added gunpowder opened circles of tiny spider web patterns on the explosion-proof shield. X-16 stood there motionless, raising his submachine gun and pointing it at her.

Almost at the same time, Rhine also aimed at her holding the shield.

“Da da da—!”

The orange-yellow ballistics were like raindrops, almost heating the air in the room. Serite rolled over suddenly to avoid the rain of bullets coming from two directions, and cursed in shock.

"Do you want to kill me too!"

"If I didn't support you, you would be dead."

Rhine cursed and replied, moving towards the window while maintaining fire suppression on the X-16.

The man held his shield motionlessly, then suddenly threw away the short-barreled submachine gun in his hand, and swung out a half-meter-long short stick with a flick of his arm.

Rhine's pupils shrank slightly, and an unpleasant premonition crept into his heart. Without hesitation, he opened the window with his shoulder and rolled out.

"I'm withdrawing, you can protect yourself!"

Serit's expression changed.

"I--"

Before she could finish her words, the blast of air blew away half of her unfinished sentence.

The sudden explosion of flames instantly engulfed her and the attacker. This guy had planted explosives in the room!

But how did he bring it in? !

There is no time to think about this problem. After all, Awakening is also a human being.

The aftermath of the explosion finally subsided, and a trace of steam rose in the dark room.

Looking at the body that was almost roasted to charcoal on the ground, X-16 shook his head, threw away the shield that was blown into two pieces, and tapped his head with his index finger.

"The target dies and escapes..."

"I'm injured and need repairs."

At the same time, Rhine, whose back hit the street, made a painful sound from his mouth, struggled to stand up from the ground, and limped into the alley next to him.

Although some explosives were hidden in the room, he could not be sure whether the suspected android guy was killed.

He must leave here immediately.

What a pity for that Serite woman.

Although she had to be careful with the dagger she hid under her pillow, Rhine was certain that she was a woman.

"Inner city...the weapon controller should be in the inner city..." Withdrawing to another nearby street, he looked towards the direction of the inner city and gritted his teeth, muttering to himself with a gloomy expression, "We have to find a way to get in. Only then.”

…

History always moves forward in countless combinations.

Big changes often don't always hide great secrets. Maybe it's just two mice fighting and kicking over an oil lamp.

The fight in the hotel room was just an insignificant episode, but the chaos ignited by the gunshot continued on the street.

The whole of Boulder is in chaos.

At the entrance from the outer city to the inner city, soldiers wearing exoskeletons placed shooting bunkers in front of the door and barricades on the street to disperse the crowds.

The Melbourne family crowded at the gate of the inner city.

They should have gone in long ago, but at this moment a very serious problem arose - the youngest Alyssa in the family was missing.

No one noticed when she disappeared.

As soon as the gunfire rang out, everyone panicked and just ran towards the inner city, fearing that they would be accidentally injured by stray bullets or overtaken by the mob scurrying like cockroaches.

Maybe she just fell down on the road and was able to get up quickly and continue running.

Hope that's all.

Ji Xiu beat up the old housekeeper and asked the old man to take six servants to look for him along the way he came. If he couldn't find him, he was not allowed to come back.

Warfield paced back and forth anxiously, glanced at his watch, and muttered to himself.

"The voting is about to begin... we can't wait any longer."

It's getting dark.

His mother hasn't come back yet, so he must have failed.

But Warfield didn't have high hopes.

Boulder City tried to tie up the Alliance with debt, and the Alliance in turn held the rope around its neck. Someone had to die in this duel, and it was a pity that they lost.

That man does have a kind side, but people here seem to have selectively forgotten how those settlements in the alliance came to be.

Every city.

It is a living monument.

Of course, why not themselves?

This family can only rely on him from now on.

Warfield clenched his fists.

Grace collapsed in the arms of her best friend Bonnie, crying with tears in her eyes, her eyes red, and she kept choking.

"Alyssa, my Alyssa...where have you been? Come back to mom. You can do whatever you want in the future. Mom will never talk about newspapers again."

Patting her best friend's back gently, Bonnie comforted her softly.

"I have asked my brother to help you find her. It will be fine."

Her brother Russell, the commander of the 2,000th Army, is currently leading troops outside to maintain order. After learning the news, he had already detached a team of 100 people to search for Alyssa's whereabouts, saying that he would bring her back safely at any cost.

Bonnie believed that she would be able to get up soon.

No matter Alyssa.

It’s still this settlement.

Ji Xiu gritted his teeth and struggled with his eyes for a while.

In the end, he made the bravest decision in his life - braver than when he escaped from the settlement with his tail between his legs.

"I have to find her!"

When Warfield heard this, he grabbed the mentally disturbed guy, pulled him in front of him, glared at him and cursed angrily.

"Are you crazy?"

Ji Xiu stared at him and roared like a mad dog.

"You're crazy! She's your sister!"

"So what if she's my sister!" Warfield raised his voice again, his nose almost touching his face, and roared, "Just because she is my sister, all of us have to wait here! Stay with her. Let’s die together?”

Hearing the word "death", Grace fainted. Bonnie hugged her and glared at Warfield with a sullen expression.

This guy really can't speak.

Looking at Ji Xiu who was angry and scared, Warfield's eyes suddenly narrowed, he let go of his hand and pushed his shoulder.

"Go ahead, I won't stop you."

Ji Xiu staggered to his feet, panting and looking at his brother, with half surprise, half anger, and a little bit of fear in his eyes.

Warfield took a step closer to him, stared into his eyes, and suddenly laughed.

"Maybe there are a few guys in that mob who know you."

Ji Xiu swallowed.

"What's the meaning."

"It's not interesting," Warfield said casually, "You must have forgotten, right, that girl, that old man, that family, and the fire five years ago. They did die, but they still have Neighbors, neighbors’ neighbors, guess what they will do to you?”

Ji Xiu's face turned miserable, and he could no longer say anything to go out and look for Alyssa. He even lost the courage to look back.

That was a hurdle that he could never overcome.

He would never forget those people, and he also thought about giving them some compensation, but how to make up for it when everyone died?

Nothing can be done.

Is it okay to build another outer city so that you can all live a little better? Just treat it as... a gift from Master Ji Xiu.

Moreover, I heard that Cr is a thing that can make everyone live a better life. It does not have a lot of problems like chips, and does not even require central banks and banks... He doesn't quite understand the deep-seated principles of that thing, but he is willing Bring this fresh stuff back and let everyone use it.

But it seems too late to say this now.

When he saw the lovely Alyssa disappearing together with the rag doll he handed her, Ji Xiu finally felt a hint of fear.

What would the people who hated him and hated them do to Alyssa?

He didn't dare to think about it at all.

Looking at the pale face and weak and trembling calves, Warfield's eyes were filled with a hint of disdain, and he spoke word by word.

"You should really listen to me more. Idiots like you shouldn't come back here. You and Alyssa are both idiots, and you are an idiot in another sense. Do you have to say this out loud? ?”

"You, a loser like you, should stay in Ideal City and live out your dream, while she should go to the Alliance and live the hard life she dreams of."

He grabbed the kid's collar, his expression twisted.

"Follow me."

"If you don't want to die."

…

In the dark and messy alleys, there are ice picks under the eaves, and the unswept snow covers the bumpy road, almost covering the edge of the boots.

Stumbling around in the alley, Alyssa's eyes were filled with helplessness, hesitation and uneasiness. Her right hand, which was red from the cold, tightly grasped the rag doll, and her small mouth opened and closed, leaking mist.

"Mom...brother..."

"...where are you?"

Not crying was her last strength.

She wanted to shout loudly, but she didn't dare to make a loud sound.

Intuition told Alyssa that this settlement was no longer a safe settlement. Even if a kitten was lost, a kind mercenary would find it for her first.

If she were discovered now, she might really die...

Time goes back to an hour ago.

The inner city alarm sounded, and her second brother finally came back to join everyone, and the family hurriedly fled towards the inner city.

She should have followed everyone closely, but the snow was too heavy.

While passing through a small alley, she accidentally fell down, lying in the snow, and her hairpin fell off.

It was a gift that her mother bought her at the celebration.

She subconsciously pushed aside the snow and picked it up from the ground. When she raised her head again, everyone was gone.

She wanted to call out to her mother and brothers, but the noise around her was too noisy. There were gunshots and explosions in the distance. Her screams were like cotton wool thrown into the fire, even a wisp of burnt green smoke. I couldn't even see him, and the fire was still burning more and more.

Towering buildings blocked the inner city, so she didn't dare to stop and could only run around in the alleys. She walked into dead ends several times.

The familiar Boulder City suddenly became unfamiliar, and the intricate streets seemed to have turned into a maze. But she couldn't blame people for making the streets too complicated. She should blame herself. These small alleys were not far from her home, but she had never entered them once.

But there was no time to think about those feelings. Alyssa walked forward helplessly while sobbing silently.

Even she wasn't sure if this was the direction leading to the inner city.

Just like those angry people who are not sure whether they are doing the right thing, the survivors of the entire settlement are going crazy uncontrollably.

Especially when the gunfire rang out, everything changed, and no one even took care of the burning house.

People no longer put out the fire, and even wish that the fire would burn even more fiercely. In the end, they would burn everything down and start all over again.

There was a sudden movement in the alley next door, and Alyssa immediately stopped and hurriedly hid behind a pile of broken boxes.

Almost less than half a minute after she hid, a group of men in rags passed in front of the broken wooden box and turned into the alley next door.

Alyssa held her breath and didn't dare to make a sound.

Suddenly, a surprised voice came from outside.

“Hey, there’s an inner city woman here!”

Alyssa's heart was in her throat, and her eyes were filled with fear and despair.

But she soon discovered that the target of those people was not her, but a woman lying on the ground in the alley next door.

The woman sat slumped on the snow. She seemed to have fallen just like herself. Her handbag fell not far away, and a few large-denomination chips and some cosmetics fell out of it.

Looking at the men getting closer and closer, her face first showed fear, and then turned into pleading. She backed away and begged for mercy.

"No! I, I am not a resident of the inner city! You have found the wrong person. I... I am just a staff member working in Yinqing."

The bearded man chuckled, his face as cold as the ice and snow.

"Silver? That's not a bad place."

Soon someone echoed and shouted.

"Yin Ting... I usually hate you the most!"

"Aren't you quite capable? What are you afraid of? Haha."

The woman knelt tremblingly in the snow and begged.

"No... don't... please let me go and go find those real nobles."

"You said you are not an aristocratic gentleman from the inner city," the man with a scar on his lips looked at the handbag on the ground playfully, "but this handbag of yours is the skin of a dead claw, right?"

He is a mercenary.

He would never mistake what the skin of a dead claw looked like.

"Chips worth one thousand!" The man who walked behind her leaned down and picked up the plastic pieces scattered on the ground. Then he raised it high as if he had found some treasure and said in surprise, "Guys , a thousand chips! This is not money for poor people!"

The woman's face showed a look of despair.

The man with the scar on his mouth looked down at her and said with contempt in his eyes.

"Do you have anything else to explain?"

She was speechless.

She knew that these people were determined to humiliate her, to laugh at her jokes, to have fun with her, to vent their anger on her.

So no matter what she said, they would definitely put the noble hat on her, and even if she wanted to take it off, they would straighten it for her.

She simply closed her eyes in despair, hoping that this process wouldn't be too long...

Some people watched in silence, and even most people were silent. Conscience still existed in the hearts of most people, and they also hesitated.

Why?

Why are they the ones who endure it?

The noble master never showed mercy when he bullied them. Now they couldn't muster up the courage to set a fire, but they had to worry about it getting too hot?

Why!

There were more dirty words.

"Haha, I heard that the clothes of nobles are made of devil's silk!"

"How about giving it a try? What if she hides the black card?"

Looking at the expressions on people's faces, the bearded man who was the first to attack her frowned, feeling something was wrong, and spoke.

"Hey guys, I think it's a bit too much... We may have found the wrong person. Noblesse doesn't go to work in Yinqing. She may really just-"

"Shut up, you idiot!" The man with the scar on his mouth narrowed his eyes and glared at him, "If you're not interested in what's coming next, just get out of here."

Several people following him immediately responded and shouted.

"That's right!"

"We don't have a coward like you in our team!"

"Go away, coward!"

The bearded man was still trying to argue, but he really couldn't think of how to express himself, so he could only choke out one sentence.

"But Bol will never take action against innocent people! You have gone too far!"

The man with the scar on his mouth said impatiently.

"Huh? Bol? What is that?"

"stop--!"

A piercing scream suddenly sounded, making the entire alley quiet, as if cold water was poured on a hot brazier.

People turned their heads and looked at the little girl standing at the entrance of the alley.

Being looked at by so many pairs of eyes, Alyssa felt that her calves were getting weak, but she still mustered up the courage to hold on to the rag doll in her hand.

The very tall manager said that she had a pair of smart eyes and she would become an outstanding person.

She understands their anger.

But they are crossing a line, this chaos is getting out of control, innocent people are getting hurt, and they will turn into real thugs if they do this again!

And their ideals, their demands, everything about them, together with them, will completely turn into a shame for this settlement.

She must stand up.

Stop them before it's too late.

"you……"

Alyssa gathered up her courage and prepared to say something while people could still hear her voice. Just as she opened her mouth to say a word, she was interrupted by a scream.

"She's Alyssa!"

Looking at her childish face, the woman kneeling on the ground suddenly screamed in surprise.

There was no trace of despair on that joyful face anymore. She stood up staggeringly as if she had come to life again.

She pointed at Alyssa and said angrily.

"Alyssa! The little daughter of the Malvern family! I won't admit my mistake, I work in a bank! She is a resident of the inner city, and she has that black card!"

Hysterical shouting echoed in the narrow alley, and the entire alley soaked in wind and snow became completely silent.

Those pairs of eyes made Alyssa feel cold in her hands and feet.

The rag doll fell to the ground.

She turned pale and stopped shaking.

Like a dead person who cannot move...

…

In the militia station, people's hearts are floating.

Since just now, there has been no news about the 1,000-man team. Captain Weilun is said to be missing.

Rumor has it that they were dispersed because a ladylike guy raised the muzzle of his gun an inch, and these people shouldn't be merciful. Others said that a soldier surrendered to the survivors and stood with them because his family was inside.

Others say that the alliance distributed weapons to them, and those LD-47 and RPG rocket launchers are the worst proof.

But this is difficult to explain. After all, LD-47 has been rampant in the wasteland for a long time. Even mercenaries are interested in the alliance's cheap and useless weapons.

What's really disturbing is how they brought these things in. Boulder City explicitly prohibits bringing explosives into settlements.

Some soldiers had heard that there had been some morally corrupt people in their ranks recently, and they would even dare to sell people as long as they were given money.

But they still couldn't believe that those people would relax inspections on entering the settlement.

Are those guys watching the gate poor and crazy?

Not satisfied with the city entry tax?

I dare to make money even if I have to spend my life...

Several soldiers wearing exoskeletons paused together, muttering quietly.

"Damn it... I would rather face those ugly slime molds than fight those guys that I live with day and night."

"Those guys want Sberg."

"I just need to tell them! It's just a poor guy!"

"But the inner city refused to release him. I heard that the inner city didn't know where he was, otherwise they would have given him away long ago."

"How is that possible! There are only a few exits in the entire settlement, how could he have evaporated?"

"I guess he is dead, but I feel it's not that simple... You know, those gentlemen usually do it very secretly, making a person disappear without letting him make a sound."

"That's nonsense. Have you forgotten about the fire five years ago? Those people are not smart guys at all."

"If you didn't mention it, I almost forgot... Speaking of which, that Ji Xiuqi is here. I kept seeing him wandering around the door some time ago."

When the young man was talking excitedly, the companion next to him suddenly pulled him and pointed in the direction of the entrance of the camp.

Seeing the centurion coming this way, the group immediately shut up and stopped saying a word.

Joey heard their conversation from a distance, but he didn't want to pay attention to these talkative guys.

He had just received an order from the headquarters, asking him to bring his equipment and head to the assembly point as quickly as possible. Realizing that there might be a major mission, he didn't dare to delay and rushed over immediately.

His immediate superior, Captain Russell, was already waiting for him.

Looking at Joey walking towards him, Russell, who was wearing power armor, said without any nonsense and in a serious tone.

"The Malvern family's little daughter is lost. The people with you will set off immediately. No matter what the cost, you must bring her back safely."

Joey stood at attention.

"What if someone stops me?"

Russell stared into his eyes and repeated word for word.

"I said, no matter what the cost!"

"yes."

Joey didn't like the arrogant attitude of this noble man, but obeying orders was a soldier's bounden duty.

And even putting this aside, his family has moved to the inner city and is currently living in a warm apartment waiting for everything to be over.

He and his children swore that he would not let them down and would bring victory and glory to his family.

No matter what, we cannot let that group of thugs and the robbers mixed with the thugs destroy the two centuries of success of Boulder City!

The soldiers quickly completed their assembly.

Walking in front of all his subordinates, Joey took a deep breath, looked around at everyone, and said in a loud voice.

"We lost a resident, a little girl who is not tall. She is as old as your daughter. Now we have to bring her here and bring her to her mother."

"Her photo has been sent to your terminal, and the reconnaissance drone has gone to the target area to search."

"Approve the use of all light and heavy firepower weapons."

"Bring her back safely at all costs!"

Upon hearing this order, all the soldiers breathed a sigh of relief and regained their morale.

Anyway, at least this thing is indisputably correct.

They were doing the right thing, instead of being dragged in front of a group of unarmed survivors like the 1000th team.

With fighting intent burning in their eyes, they answered sonorously and forcefully.

"yes!"

…

The streets of the outer city were filled with snow and wind.

The conference hall in the inner city was also noisy.

The survivors holding black cards started arguing.

"There are too many chips circulating on the market! We must find a way to collect some of them! Let the excess liquidity flow to where it belongs!"

"Haha, let's take part of the 勤䗙, who's part of it?"

"As we all know, those poor people have nothing left to exploit, and we can't turn their accounts into negative territory."

"Give up, this is a confusing deal. We might as well think of a solution from our neighbors, and fight while we can still, he will solve all the problems with one shot!"

"Everyone! What time is it, and you are still discussing bargaining chips! Those people outside are clamoring to kill us, let's at least solve this problem first!"

"Those are all small things. I'm worried that the Alliance will do something while we are in such a big trouble. That ambitious guy has been coveting Qingquan's airspace for a long time..."

A bearded guy suddenly stood up and started shouting while banging on the table.

"Factory! Factory! As long as the machines that produce things are still there! Any currency is just a cloud! The worst we can do is get another currency! The previous bargaining chip will be invalid!"

The man must have been a new nobleman. He was quickly hit by a leather shoe on the face, and was kicked by the nobleman next to him while he was staggering to sit down.

The chips are invalid?

Go crazy!

The people with the most leverage are sitting here!

Listening to those noisy voices, Sid greeted lazily, not wanting to listen to the quarrels of those ungrateful guys.

He only focused on two things at the moment.

One is the watch and the other is the plate.

Those poor people in the outer city have nothing to worry about. Noisy guys won't make a difference.

No one knows better than him how well-armed the militia is, and those soldiers wearing exoskeletons will beat up those confused poor devils like they're crushing an ant to death.

If you have this time, why not keep an eye on the market.

He secretly hid the palm-sized trading instrument behind the standing cards on the table so that he could keep track of the latest market conditions at any time.

It is worth mentioning that in just one day, the price of S coins hit a new high again! After breaking through the 1:10,000 mark, it quickly reached 20,000.

The lines jumping up and down seem to be challenging the limits of imagination.

Sid held his breath, suppressed the greed that was about to take over, and silently recited the summarized formula in his heart.

“I am greedy when others are fearful, and retreat when others are greedy.”

This formula doesn't rhyme very well.

But just take care of it!

Relying on his superb operating techniques, the total assets he holds have exceeded 2 billion chips, and the investment cost is less than 100 million.

He has never been so rich!

As long as the S currency rises again, he can buy the entire Boulder City by himself! Even bought the alliance next door together!

"Why don't you give me some coins," he snorted jokingly in a voice that only he could hear, "The younger son of the Malvern family is quite smart, and he has learned a few things."

other side.

After settling his mother and younger brother, Warfield appeared in the conference room with a solemn expression on behalf of his father and his family.

Although he was very worried about the safety of his parents and sister, now it was a life-or-death moment, and he had to be like a pillar to support this crumbling house.

If the skin is gone, how can the general be attached?

If Boulder City ceased to exist, his two warm and beautiful families would undoubtedly fall apart along with it.

He had to do something while there was nothing else he could do now!

It's long past time for the meeting to start.

Chattering was also part of the meeting.

Some people noticed Warfield, who was said to be Malvern's favorite successor, and they all inquired about the whereabouts of his mother.

"Where's your father Malvern?"

Warfield stood up and said.

"They are looking for help from the alliance."

The nobleman laughed out loud.

"Ask for help? I don't think he ran away!"

"He won't run away," Warfield looked at the noble and said seriously, "My father is just like you. He loves this settlement more than anyone else. We sincerely hope that it will become greater, not Lost in chaos.”

The man who had been hit by a leather shoe got up and stared at him angrily.

"So you messed up the economy? Boulder City Bank should be primarily responsible for this economic crisis!"

"Us?" Warfield narrowed his eyes and stared at the man intently. "Did we mess up the economy, or is it your greed that is holding us back! As long as you look at each other, there will be no outside. There will be so many crazy people clamoring to kill us."

His sister is still outside!

When he thought of this, Warfield felt a burst of fire in his heart.

The man with shoe marks on his face glared at him.

"You! You want to say it's our fault?"

The other nobles also looked slightly unkind.

To say that those who eat the most are definitely the group of Malvern and Sid. Although they themselves ate some, they definitely didn’t eat as much as these people. They wouldn’t bear this big pot for these stingy people for no reason!

"My mother can't say these words, but I must say it for him," Warfield looked at the nobles in the audience, clenched his fists, and said in a sincere voice, "Everyone, we have reached the final stage. It’s critical time and we have to do something.”

For Malvern's sake, Sid coughed and lazily helped.

"Tell me how to do it."

As soon as he opened his mouth, the little nobles became much more docile.

Warfield was also relieved.

There are still many methods.

He had read the books his father had given him. At this time, as long as Boulder City levied taxes on the richest people and spent the taxes on the poor, whether it was to help them repair their houses or install electrical wiring, the economy would be a stagnant economy. will be rejuvenated.

In the future, they will have to face up to the currency status of silver coins and use silver coins as foreign exchange reserves like Cr and dinars, just like the alliance will reserve and use their chips in a planned way.

Silver coins can solve more problems than Cr and Dinar, which are far away and cannot quench their thirst. They need to re-examine their relationship with the alliance and give up treating them as vassals of Stone City, but treat them as on the same front. partner.

At least they have a consensus on "ending the wasteland era".

As long as his method can be implemented, they may have a hard time, but everything will be better in the future.

Whether it's Boulder City or the Alliance.

Just as he was about to speak, a sudden voice sounded.

"You are very similar to a certain child from many years ago. I see his shadow in you."

Warfield was stunned for a moment and immediately looked in the direction from which the voice came.

That was the corner of the conference hall, and there was an inconspicuous old man sitting there.

No one noticed how he came, or even remembered whether there was a seat there, but the old man seemed to be there all the time, as if he had never left for a moment.

"...You're about the same age. It's time for you to be in the prime of life." The old man gave a smooth evaluation, neither praise nor disparagement.

Warfield didn't recognize the old man and couldn't understand what he was talking about, so he frowned and said.

"Who are you?"

The old man didn't seem to hear anything and said to himself.

"That kid was standing in a similar spot to you, and he was holding up a chip... like this, high above his head."

As he spoke, the old man took out a white chip from his pocket like magic, weighed it, and then raised it high.

Many people did not recognize the white chip, and did not even remember that there was a white variety among the chips.

After all, the ones they usually see more often are the black and white ones with a crown. It only takes one to get people on their knees and kiss their leather shoes.

Looking at those familiar yet unfamiliar eyes, the old man seemed to be imitating someone's tone and spoke slowly.

"It can replace currency."

"Someone later contradicted him and said that in the future children will treat it as a toy."

"It's a pity that that person is no longer here, otherwise he would be happy that his children are actually very smart. They not only learned to make toys for themselves, but also learned to invent new toys."

The old man seemed to be telling stories from a long, long time ago.

Warfield's frown deepened.

"What exactly do you want to say?"

Unlike his bad temper, some nobles became impatient and started banging on the table and yelling loudly.

"Where are the guards?"

"Take this old thing out of his trap!"

"Check if he has a black card! Ask him how he got in!"

But no guards came in.

The Boulder Building is different from other buildings in the inner city. The security system here is completely controlled by an automated AI.

Without its permission, no one can enter this conference room, and no one can leave.

The old man sighed, the wrinkles on his face gradually faded, his pale hair turned black again, became younger, and finally slowly turned into Fang Ming's appearance.

At this time, everyone suddenly realized that the person sitting there turned out to be their "city lord".

That Fang Ming who has no sense of existence.

After relaxing his tense nerves and brows, Sid leaned back on the chair again and cursed in a low voice.

"Damn it, what are you doing... just pretending to be a ghost!"

It turns out to be Fang Ming!

Including the pug named House, the entire surviving population of Boulder City followed his lead, and the people in the militia also listened to his opinions.

However, the nobles in the inner city, especially the old nobles, knew very well that the so-called Lord of Boulder City was just a decoration.

That is a story that is older than the ancestral precepts.

The idealistic people a long time ago believed that as long as the AI ​​was named after the city lord, this surviving settlement would never have such a thing as a "master".

But those old fools are not very smart, and they like to deceive themselves and others. It is better to imitate the guy next door and make up a legend about the spirit of the sea of ​​​​sand and let the poor ghosts chant sutras.

Having a nominal city lord makes it more convenient for kings like them.

Those poor people who were bullied didn't even know who they were bullied by. They cried to Fang Ming until they were about to die - "Oh, my dear Lord City Lord, you are omnipotent, why don't you care? You can just make a sound."

Those poor people might as well pray in front of the refrigerator.

I pray that it can be equipped with a frying pan and an oven, and can also chew up the medium-rare steak for them and feed it into their mouths.

If they have a refrigerator.

Boulder City does produce some refrigerators, but most of them are sold to the Alliance. Sid is not sure what those poor people have in their homes.

Fang Ming glanced at Sid, at Warfield who was silent, and then at everyone in the audience.

There was a hint of sadness or helplessness in its eyes.

Logically speaking, AI should not have such things as emotions.

It also has no doubt that it does not have that kind of thing.

Love and hate are burdens that only humans have, and it only has lines of logically rigorous code and disciplines that must not be violated.

Maybe I'm just regretting it.

The man himself told it that they were all his continuation. However, it remains unchanged throughout the ages, but there is no trace of him in them.

"...He gave you the most valuable thing."

"But he left me the ugliest thing."

Looking at the silent conference room, the expressionless face was shaking, and the torn images were like rings of growth rings.

"Shame..."

"Profanity."

"You are hopeless, organisms, maggots, pigs..."

"I am ashamed of my mission!"

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(Originally I wanted to write a serious title, but in the end I couldn't help but make a joke. Let's also write about House's ending later. I just wrote "佗" for him at the beginning.)