This Game Is Too Realistic

After coming back from the hell gate, Sberg felt like a changed person, suddenly having a new understanding of life and death.

In the past, he was undoubtedly a coward. The wasteland was just outside the giant wall, but he didn't even dare to take a look.

And now.

He was more worried about leaving this world with regrets than pure death.

If you want to do something, it's best to do it as early as possible.

To meet the person you want to meet, you may not have to wait until spring...

The viewing room of Vault 404.

Sitting in front of the league manager, Sperger looked awkward. Although he was mentally prepared, he was still a little nervous.

He had just walked across a long stretch of snow, and his boots looked like they had been soaked in water, staining the floor here.

Seeing Siberg constantly changing his sitting position, Chu Guang couldn't help laughing.

"Don't be nervous, do I look scary?"

"That's not the case... I'm afraid of staining your sofa, first," Sperger scratched his head and whispered, "I haven't washed my clothes for a few days, and they are still in tatters. It’s time to wear it.”

Chu Guang suggested.

"There is a shower room in the gym next door. You can take a shower first."

"Thank you... This suggestion is great, I'd better wait for a while," Sperger took out a letter from his arms, placed it on the coffee table cautiously, and gently pushed it in front of [Chu Guang], "Miss Alyssa, please After knowing the purpose and destination of my trip, please ask me to bring you a letter."

Alyssa?

Chu Guang had a good impression of that smart little girl. He remembered that she was the daughter of Merle, and they had a chance encounter at the celebration.

He picked up the envelope, opened it, and took out the letter paper inside.

The handwriting on the paper is beautiful and has a faint fragrance.

The letter described the drastic changes currently taking place in Boulder City, stated the commitments and demands of the new authorities in Boulder City, and sincerely expressed the hope of receiving help from the alliance.

[…We agree with the alliance’s materialist ethos, authoritarian trends will be eradicated from our society, and we will enact a new law that everyone must abide by from now on. We are willing to make some changes, and we are also willing to do something for the people in the wasteland, and fight for the ideal of ending the wasteland era. I hope that in this new era, we can join you, or at least be your partner to fight alongside you. 】

[We also implore you to lend a helping hand and help us. 】

In addition, Alyssa also wrote in the letter that since the bargaining chip was invalid, the manager first borrowed the debt based on his ability, and all the debts were written off...

Chu Guang couldn't help but smile after reading it.

On the one hand, it was because Alyssa was so cunning when she mentioned the debt in her letter, and on the other hand, she was surprised by her length.

It seems that in just two months, a lot of things have happened to the neighbors of the Alliance...

If it were Melbourne, it would probably play the chip-denominated debt as a bluff economic card. In fact, the old man has already done this, and the result is that the alliance has prepared the capital and interest for the next five or even ten years.

If you want chips, we will give you chips.

This is Alyssa, but unlike her father, she uses it in a different way——

Since this card is essentially useless, it is better to discard it from your hand and use the economic card as a diplomatic card.

This is not about gaining sympathy from the alliance at the cost of self-harm.

Rather, it expresses the stance of the new authorities in Boulder City - they want to break away from the past and truly embrace the ideals of humanity.

Except for those guys who are keen on harming others and themselves, anyone will help them get through this difficult time, let alone the alliance's declarations.

"What a big deal... More than 3.5 billion yuan in debt will be forgiven. If we don't do anything, it will appear that we are stingy."

Chu Guang smiled, folded the letter without revealing it, and watched as Wansberg continued.

"When you go back, please bring us a message and we will help."

Sperger said with a sheepish smile.

"Excuse me."

Chu Guang shook his head.

"What's the matter? We are all descendants of the People's Federation, not to mention we are so close."

In fact, he's already doing it.

The more than two hundred players who had stayed in Boulder City were not just watching the excitement and broadcasting (official website).

The residents of the shelter have their own discipline and moral values, and they will not sit idly by when they see mercenaries and looters causing trouble.

However, most of the chaos is indeed solved by the people of Boulder City themselves, and the players do not stand at the center of the stage this time.

This revolution was essentially an uprising launched by the survivors of Boulder City who could not stand the exploitation by the nobles. To say what role the alliance played, it was probably that it used economic means to break up the control of the nobles over all classes, which was equivalent to a gun. The bullets have been surrendered.

The chips issued by the gentlemen have become useless. The soldiers do not want to fight for the gentlemen, and the workers do not want to work for the gentlemen. Everyone would rather believe in a fictional abstract Bohr than believe anything House says. talk.

And the masters are not as smart as the slaves imagined, and they are not as stupid as they are. They light the powder barrels again and again, causing most of the people caught in the middle to fall to the outer city. .

The revolution was won before it even began, and all it took was the courage to make the final decision.

But even so, Chu Guang had to admit that this was a unique miracle.

Although they shed some blood, they did not dye the entire street red.

Judging from the broadcast by players on the forum, there was no vicious violence that night.

Some of them were discovered and stopped by the players, while more were submerged in dark corners. In the end, only the heavy snow that buried everything knew.

However, in the past century of history, the residents of Boulder City have paid the price in blood countless times.

It's time to make a success of it.

After they had enough of the torture of darkness, they finally joined hands to light the fire to dispel the darkness. This change is not only a miracle with a probability of less than 1%, but also an inevitable event with a high probability.

There is also a small note in the envelope.

Chu Guang shook it out and unfolded it in his hand.

It's just like Juan Xiu's handwriting, but it has a little more excitement and lightness.

【Thank you for your encouragement! If it weren't for your words, I would never have been brave enough to stand up at that time! 】

[Alyssa will definitely live up to your expectations and become a better person! ^-^]

Looking at the word "Sunny", Chu Guang was slightly stunned, and his heart suddenly tightened.

He looked at Siberg and said seriously.

"Can you tell me your story?"

Siberg was stunned for a moment, then nodded.

"no problem……"

Everyone in the Workers' Association originally asked him to do so.

He came here not only to attend an appointment, nor just to bring a letter for Alyssa, but also to bring the story of the Workers' Association to the alliance.

As a hostage of the residents of the inner city, he was not released until late at night by the "surrender faction" of the inner city amidst the deafening shouts of the people.

He had not personally experienced those miraculous hours before that night, but everyone in the Workers' Association told him about it.

Including them almost abandoning their bottom line in silence and becoming accomplices of the thugs, and also including the sincere apology of that little girl Alyssa, which reminded them of their program - Bol's words and deeds.

The militia group was unexpectedly unable to fight when facing the mercenaries, but they raised their guns when facing the compatriots... This was completely different from what he predicted in the screening room, and even the opposite.

Obviously, the calculation of the room first took into account the ugliness of human nature.

In the model it deduces, it seems that there is only the ugly part.

Don't blame it either.

After all, in the past century and a half, mankind has shown almost only its ugly side in front of it, and it has become increasingly uglier in an observable trend, getting further and further away from the first generation residents who created it...

However, the complexity of human beings lies in the fact that they are not something that can be defined by a few simple “labels”.

Those militiamen who have never been on the battlefield are not really soft-footed shrimps. They run away with their tails between their legs. Instead, they are Weilun wearing power armor.

Teams of ten and one hundred people were sent to the city to execute orders. When they learned that they were executing a just order, they risked their lives and courage. They will also feel hesitant when executing some "unconventional" orders.

Especially that 㳍Joey Centurion.

His family members are all "hostages" in the inner city.

When looking at Alyssa with her arms open, he finally made the choice to stand on the side of "humanity" and decided to "bring victory and glory to his children."

Instead of letting yourself choose a story that you are ashamed to mention, let yourself be a shame that the children are speechless.

Sperger simply told what he watched in the screening room.

Whether it's the past of Boulder City, the hundreds of possibilities in the deduction, or the tens of thousands of possibilities that I haven't finished reading yet.

"...To be honest, not to mention Fang, I also thought that Boulder City was definitely hopeless, but the outcome of the incident surprised me. Maybe it's like what I saw in a certain 'ending': a green man The girl with the hair said, we actually have the ability to correct mistakes, and we don’t really act like slaves out of a sense of superiority.”

When he said "here", Sberg sighed with relief, and suddenly laughed happily, like a child who had just walked out of the examination room.

After listening to this long story, Chu Guang was sincerely happy for these people who had completely redeemed themselves, but even more scared.

He just said it casually at the time, but he didn't think that he almost killed a kind-hearted girl.

If she had not picked up the hairpin, she would not have been left behind. If she had not set such high moral standards for herself, she would not have stood up at that time.

In fact, the lady she rescued wasn't a good person either.

Although the final result was not bad, if what Sberg said was true, then she was almost standing on a wire rope with bottomless cliffs on both sides.

That is the abyss of human nature.

If there had been no workers' union, no workers' union, and no Bohr story, and we had nothing that could even be used as a platform, or if the guy with a pen in front of us could write as he pleased, tragedy might have already occurred.

Chu Guang couldn't help but sweat for her.

It's a miracle she survived...

Of course, the miracle was not just hers.

If Fang Zi didn't take action, the guy in front of him, Sberg, would definitely die in prison. To be offered a bounty by two inhumane masters at the same time, and to be fished out by an AI that has awakened to "humanity", this is simply the luck of winning the lottery jackpot.

This guy is still alive and can sit here peacefully and tell stories to himself. This is the biggest miracle of the "Boulder City Revolution"!

"Who is your leader now?" Chu Guang asked the question he was most concerned about.

Sperger shook his head.

"Not yet... Some people have suggested following the example of Ideal City and setting up a board of directors without a chairman. This can be regarded as continuing the ideal of the first-generation residents that "there is no living Lord of Boulder City". We always feel that the Ideal City method is suitable for us. Not yet."

"Your intuition is right," Chu Guang nodded and continued, "Doing this is equivalent to creating a new inner city."

"So someone proposed that the militia and the workers' association each elect representatives and take turns to be the city leaders... Joey felt that it was not a good idea to let the militia members be the city leaders. He felt that there were opportunists hidden in his team. So, we didn't Think about it, set up a crisis office first, confirm the constitution, and then slowly transition to the new government.”

When he said [here], Sperger said sheepishly.

"They also asked me to ask you...if you are willing to take over this mess. We have read your constitution. In fact, what we want is similar to what you are already doing."

The ideal city is poison to most wastelanders except themselves, but the Alliance's "survivors unite" is just right for regaining the new Stone City.

There were only twenty or thirty kilometers between us, so it was too intrusive to tell each other apart.

And the residents of the inner city have too big a problem. They are like poor beggars now. They are really embarrassed to ask us to live in the same house with you.

Looking at the uneasy Kosberg, Chu Guang also had mixed feelings in his heart.

He just thought of poaching a corner of the wall at first, but he didn't think of digging the entire wall.

Dang 䛈.

He certainly wouldn't leave them alone.

Not to mention 500,000 people, but 5 million people. As long as they actively embrace progressive ideas and won't rush in and mess up the area with the players, then they are partners on the same front.

Ask why.

There is only one reason.

Because the alliance is not an empire, it is a united front for the restoration of mankind - an alliance of all survivors united.

He never forgot what he said, this is a place where survivors can huddle together and keep warm.

"welcome!"

Chu Guang looked at Sberg with a smile, "We welcome you to join the Alliance family. You have made a break with the past. We have another comrade on the front line to end the Wasteland Era."

Sberg looked at him in surprise.

"You...agree?"

Chu Guang nodded.

"We will not let you join us immediately. You are a settlement of 500,000 people. We need a period of time to stabilize and transition. Please understand our difficulties."

Sperger nodded quickly.

"I understand! Not just me...others will also understand. If the door to the giant wall is opened now, the entire Qingquan Society will be filled with predators."

"It's not just looters, there are also waves of incoming waves. We need the fortress of Boulder City to share some of the pressure," Chu Guang paused and continued, "Who is the representative of the Workers' Association?"

"Lovett," Sberg said immediately, "we all agree that his speech in the newspaper studio played an indispensable role, mobilizing at least half of the workers and preventing more than half of the atrocities."

Lovett?

Chu Guang was stunned for a moment and said with a strange expression.

"Is he still a carpenter?"

Sberg's eyes widened in surprise.

"Do you know him?"

"No...it's nothing." Chu Guang shook his head.

Maybe it's just a coincidence.

History is a collection of countless coincidences.

After a pause, Chu Guang looked at him seriously and said.

"I will give you a copy of our laws. You can ask for everyone's opinions to make some additions. In addition, I will send some specialists to help you. Among them are staff from the refugee home and experts from the shelter. …They can help you solve some practical problems.”

"Thank you so much!" Sperger scratched the back of his head and said sheepishly, "By the way... we still have to choose someone to make the decision. This is also our consensus. How about you decide?"

"You can decide this kind of thing for yourself. The alliance only plans at the macro level to ensure that the alliance's laws are implemented in accordance with the charter in each settlement, as well as the military security of each settlement, etc..."

Looking at the uneasy Kosberg, Chu Guang smiled and continued.

"Actually, you don't need to ask my opinion. You have done well so far. You can take the last step and choose a new city lord by yourself."

"Of course, if the new city lord is not good enough or betrays our ideals, I will remove him without hesitation."

If a group of heavenly slaves win, Chu Guang will not give them the power to decide their own destiny. After all, it will become a power game in the end. He will not even agree to let them join the alliance at all.

It is their destiny to follow the alliance as a collaborator like a lion or a honey badger. They will wake up when they figure it out.

But the survivors of Boulder City were still saved after all. They completed their own salvation and took the initiative to close the cannibal casino.

There is a high probability that this kind of miracle will not happen.

Now that it has been established, it should be continued.

The first generation residents of Boulder City said that there was no living lord of Boulder City, so we should respect the wishes of those great people.

Sberg felt a little regretful. He felt that what Chu Guang said made sense, and it could also get rid of some voices within them that did not trust the alliance. The workers' association would rather choose a worker to be the city leader than let the alliance choose for them. A new master.

I never thought that the alliance didn't care at all who among them stood up as a representative, and never thought that they would be the boss and ride on their heads.

Siberg breathed a sigh of relief.

"Although... I hope you can take over the militia and the equipment inventory as soon as possible. Joey is a good person. At this juncture, good people alone are not enough."

Chu Guang nodded.

"No problem, I will transfer the Alliance's First Corps and Burning Corps to maintain order and completely reorganize the Boulder City Militia. From now on, the salaries of those militiamen will be paid by the Alliance's Logistics Department."

Silver coins are actually already circulating inside and outside Boulder City, and the Burning Corps has already entered part of it, so this job won't be too difficult.

Sperger nodded, expressing understanding.

Now there is only one thing left for him to ask...

"City Lord...I mean the landlord, is it really gone?"

He remembered that Fang Da told him that he was going to stay on the north shore of Linghu Lake for a while and spend the last time there.

The megalithic building has collapsed long ago.

It is no doubt gone...

Seeing the reluctance in Sberg's eyes, Chu Guang thought for a while and slowly spoke.

"My assistant told me that he had no regrets when he left, and he is also glad that you have reached an ending he never imagined.

"If you don't want to disappoint the first person, then let's carry on with the memory of it and continue to walk into the new era."

"You said so... we can't always rely on the city lord to solve all problems." When he said this, Sperger seemed to be relieved.

Seeing the co-worker getting up and about to leave, Chu Guang suddenly remembered something and stopped him.

"By the way, I said I would take you to try on my equipment."

He almost forgot such an important thing!

Stopping in his tracks, Siberg was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect the manager to say that, and then said in a dumbfounded voice.

"Ah? Are you serious? I'm already happy if I can chat with you like this, so there's no need for that."

He can't afford to be broken.

But Chu Guang didn't care and walked over with a smile.

"I'm not kidding, I'm here now, give it a try... follow me."

Siberg nodded guiltily and followed Chu Guang out of the browsing room, all the way to the elevator entrance on the B3 floor.

The blue power armor was parked there.

Looking at the open hatch, Siberg carefully got in, and with the help of Chu Guang, closed the armor on the back and the visor of the helmet.

Looking at this worker who was more than twice the size, Chu Guang said with a smile.

"How does it feel?"

The blue iron can stayed there motionless for a long time, and suddenly a depressed cry came from the armor.

"I...can't move."

Chu Guang was stunned for a moment, then slapped the back of his head.

"I almost forgot...Xiao Qi, increase the armor's engine output to 100%."

Xiao Qi's reply came to my ears.

"receive!"

As the electricity produced by cold fusion surged into various parts of the armor, Sberg, wearing the power armor, was finally able to move.

Although he moved a little clumsily, like a drunkard.

Looking at him like this, Chu Guang couldn't help but think of the time when he just got the power armor from Vault 117, and he missed it very much.

Since breaking through LV30, he usually switches to the most power-saving unpowered mode and relies on his body's power to drive the armor.

After reaching LV40, he has basically become accustomed to the weight of the power armor, and he can walk freely even without turning on the power supply at all.

Fang Ming changed into a different person in the end.

He seems to be getting further and further away from his identity as a "human"...

After experiencing the feeling of immense strength for a while, Sberg got out of the tin can.

After moving his sore arms, he looked at Chu Guang as if he was hesitant to speak. Finally, he couldn't help the surprise in his heart and asked in a low voice.

"You...don't you usually turn on the power?"

Chu Guang smiled and said modestly.

"I'll open it when necessary."

"Incredible..." Siberg looked at him in amazement, his eyes almost bulging out, "You can actually wear it as clothes."

How strong is this guy? !

His story is still written too conservatively. Maybe Bol wearing power armor will not be his opponent...

Chu Guang patted Siberg's shoulder gently and said with a smile.

"So it turns out that the Awakened can defeat powered armor. Take this news to your fellow workers."

"That title of yours is not an exaggeration at all!"

…

Boulder City.

In the square at the junction of the inner city and the outer city, a group of gray-faced people stood.

They are all inner-city residents with black cards.

Outside them, surrounded by a group of armed militiamen.

It is worth mentioning that Weilun, the commander of the First Thousand Team, was found.

This coward wore power armor and hid in a warehouse in the outer city. He blocked the door tightly. He probably planned to wait for the storm to pass and escape from the city, but he forgot to turn off the lock.

It's a joke. He has never even served as a supervising team member, so he doesn't even remember that his power armor has that function.

The militiamen who occupied the command post quickly found him based on the positioning information.

He was the first to give the order to fire, and although his men raised their guns, some of the protesting residents still died.

He knelt in the square with a pale face, his eyes blank. He didn't know whether he regretted the original order or regretted not wearing power armor and resisting.

Maybe I can get some back cushions...

Maybe.

By the way, he is lucky to be able to kneel here and pray for forgiveness.

Zhao Yongxu, the leader of the militia group, died at the hands of mercenaries who were interested in his property when he fled. Joey's immediate boss Russell didn't even have a chance to put on the power armor, so he was shot to death by his subordinates during the mutiny.

He was the only one left among the five captains.

Although only Captain Weilun was kneeling and most of the residents in the inner city were standing, their faces were still earthy.

There are a total of 1,507 residents holding black cards, of which 400 to 500 are under 16 years old, and more than 300 are over 60 years old.

Everyone is waiting for their verdict from the angry residents.

Accompanied by several workers, Alyssa found her family in the corner of the square and ran over anxiously.

"Mom! Brother!"

Warfield stared intently at Alyssa who was running towards him. He was silent and did not answer. Suddenly he raised his hand and slapped her hard.

"Snapped--!"

After not sleeping all night, Alyssa's head was buzzing as soon as she woke up. This slap made her stunned. She fell sideways and sat on the ground blankly.

Warfield was about to be pinned to the ground by two militiamen. Joey, who was furious, went up and kicked him, cursing the coward.

Warfield, who was pushed to the ground, didn't seem to have seen it. He spat at Alyssa and twisted his face oozing blood.

"Go away! We don't have someone like you in our family! Stay away!"

Covering her stinging face, Alyssa stared blankly at the hysterical Warfield, and couldn't help but shed tears again in her eyes.

But she didn't cry.

"elder brother……"

"You're crazy! She's your sister-" Ji Xiu stared at his brother angrily, and went up to help Alyssa up from the ground, but was held tightly by the brother Lu on the side.

Grace shook her head and gave her youngest son a pleading look.

She didn't know why.

The moment she was surrounded by those servants, she felt like she was dead.

But seeing that Alyssa was still fine, she suddenly wasn't so scared anymore.

It’s not bad if one survives.

I hope those people will just shoot her and not do anything unnecessary...

"That's enough! Are you going to beat people to death?"

A loud voice scolded the militiamen who beat up Warfield.

Lovett strode to the side of the bruised and swollen man. He wanted to reach out and pull him up, but he stopped when he saw the twisted smile.

"I'm ashamed of you, sir." Lovett looked at the poor creature with pity.

Even now, he still thinks everyone is as ugly as him.

"Then you kill me!" spitting out bloody spit, Warfield stared at him, then looked at the surrounding militiamen, and suddenly laughed, "Shoot, kill me! "

He seemed to know where he was going and was not afraid at all.

Lovett looked him straight in the eyes.

"I won't do it."

"Why! Shoot!!! Why don't you shoot!" Warfield was silent at first, then suddenly shouted like crazy, reaching out to grab his shoes, but was dodged.

Lovett kicked his dirty hands away, the pity in his eyes gradually turning into contempt.

"Why? Are you still asking this question?"

"How many times do I have to say it, because we are not you."

Warfield was stunned.

This sentence sounds so familiar.

It seemed like someone said the same thing to him yesterday...

Have these people made an appointment?

Why even the tone of voice is exactly the same...

Lovett continued calmly.

"If we want to kill you, it must be because you have violated our laws since the sun rose today, not because I want to chop you up and feed you to the dogs, so I will kill you with a gun. Although I bet people like you take what you say as fart, but we are not you."

Warfield opened his mouth with a swollen sausage, and looked at the man with beards blankly, as if he had lost his soul.

Lovett paused and continued.

"We have a program, which cannot be called perfect, but we do what we say. We only want a new start, so we only need a new beginning."

"We will confiscate your ill-gotten wealth. After all, it was taken from us. Don't try to argue with us. We are settling the account."

"From now on, you are citizens of Boulder City, and you have to find a job to support yourself."

"Of course, if you are afraid of us, then take your luggage and get out of here!"

Taking one last look at the shrunken poor guy, Lovett said contemptuously.

"These fists should be used as a lesson. Beating others in the street, and in front of guards, according to crisis management regulations, we should whip you."

He helped Alyssa up and asked the doctor to take her to rest. Then he took the trumpet and walked to the residents of the inner city.

he shouted in a booming voice.

“Inner city residents listen up!”

"This is a joint decision made by the militia and the workers' association and the crisis office. Now you have two options."

"One is to confess your property in Boulder City, to hand over everything you took from us, and then start over with us as citizens of Boulder City. From now on, there will be no inner city. The difference in the outer city!”

"Or, if you can't trust us, then get out of here with your friends and go to the wasteland to find your ideal country!"

"Of course, we will liquidate your assets and you will need to explain the origin of every large deposit in your account and the whereabouts of every large expenditure. We will not let the thief slip out and either pay a fine or pay a new Prison sentence!”

After saying these words, Lovett waved, and several crisis office staff set up a table in the square to let these gentlemen who had lost their black cards decide their own fate.

Bonnie's eyes were red from crying.

This upheaval caused her to lose almost everything.

Her husband is dead, her brother is dead, her family members...most of the senior officers of the militia died last night.

She held the hand of her youngest son Kumit tightly, her eyes blurred by tears filled with despair and confusion about the future.

"Why are they so cruel..."

What to do next?

It's a man-eating wasteland outside...

The same goes for Kumit. After losing his friends, he can no longer see the youthfulness and high-spiritedness on his face.

He looked around anxiously, his teeth trembling with fear.

Last night, his father called him to go to the conference hall. He watched the S coins being liquidated instantly and was too frightened to go there.

He hid in the bed, shivering in the darkness until dawn rose on the next day, and then heard the news of his father's death from his mother...

Perhaps his father was the real "smart man" and had gone far away with that "glorious" era, and went to accompany his ancestors.

He should also die in that collapsed building.

But he really couldn't muster the courage...

Looking at the crying poor people, the electrician standing next to Lovett couldn't help but curse.

"Damn... give them a break, they are a bunch of cowards!"

Lovett shrugged.

"I understand how you feel, but you should also think about the residents of the outer city who have taken refuge in the inner city."

The electrician frowned.

"What does it have to do with them? They are the hostages of those people. We have long decided not to settle the score with them."

"It was after the militiamen revolted that they were the hostages," Lovett looked at him and corrected him. "They were also accomplices of the nobles in the inner city, or they had licked Grandpa Stephen's leather shoes and whips, or else they Why were you able to hide in there at that time? Was it because I was kind to them?"

The electrician stopped talking. Thinking about it, he felt that it made sense. Logic is never one-sided. There are pros and cons.

Lovett sighed.

"To liquidate 'them', we must liquidate 'them', endless 'them'. First we must liquidate the militiamen who accidentally killed civilians during the riots, liquidate those who did bad things but stopped, and then liquidate those who stood still The team was not thorough, and we stayed silent while watching the violence of Mr. Stephen... That's enough. In fact, we are not absolutely good people. We have also been silent, and we even almost killed them. "

"We've killed all Stephen Masters, and they've now killed our ghosts. That's it. Neither you nor I want to see those dirty things nailed in the coffin come back."

This was also the reason why he didn't kill Warfield.

Of course he has the right to do this. At most, Alyssa will cry again, but more people will cheer, and those who think it is inappropriate will not say anything, and will just keep their mouths shut and remain silent in the right atmosphere.

He understands a simple truth. Nutritional ointments and cakes are both real things that exist in the world. They have nothing to do with reality or fairy tales, it's just about the quantity.

However, if you want the sweetness of cake and the fullness of nutritional cream, that is a truly unrealistic fairy tale.

In the end, they can only choose one of them: to cross the boundary or not to cross the boundary, to cross the boundary but not to cross the boundary, or to selectively cross the boundary, which are all unrealistic delusions.

Boll has countless opportunities to be Mr. Stephen. He has a lot of strength, but he only has one chance to be Boll.

Lovett knew something that Alyssa didn't.

The militia did not defect because of her tears or cuteness. Most of the militia proposed a month ago to pay their salaries in dinars or silver coins, but they were rejected. This is why most of the militia stood by the residents of the outer city. What's going on here.

It is not that there are no bad guys in their team. Those people took advantage of the riot to rob some residents, but most of them found out that these residents were poor people like themselves, and they let them go without laughing or laughing. This is how those mutinies came about. soldiers and the ultimate union.

The Workers' Association said on the radio that they would keep their promise if the past things were wiped out.

The militia group didn't speak, but that didn't mean that the soldiers couldn't see. There was a hint of vigilance in the eyes staring at them.

The soldiers were supportive of settling old scores with the nobles. They didn't like those lords and didn't mind turning a blind eye.

But this kind of thing happens once in a while, until when does it end?

Do you want to count them too?

In any case, this is not a good sign for them. Once there is a rift in trust, a greater disaster will brew.

Lovett remembers every word he said.

They want to establish a law that everyone will abide by and completely cut off from the past. From now on, everyone will live in the sunshine of the new era and be wary of this settlement becoming a dark jungle again.

At this time, a militiaman came over.

"Comrade Lovett, there is someone at the door who wishes to see you."

Lovett looked at him and asked.

"who?"

The militiaman replied.

"Melbourne, he brought five trucks of food and daily necessities, which he should have bought from the alliance... He begged us to let his family go."

Lovett narrowed his eyes.

"Is this a deal?"

The militiaman shook his head.

"Probably not. He first gave us the food, then knelt on the ground and begged us for mercy... I pulled him up, and the guy felt like he was crazy."

Lovett was silent for a while, and his eyes were not so sharp.

"Tell him that we have not forgotten the fire five years ago. We will also remember the things that other people did that were more assholes than that thing. We will nail their past into history together with that collapsed building." On the pillar of shame.”

"But the reckoning ends here."

Even if Master Stephen is killed, there will only be one more corpse and more flies on the street.

But now, they are united -

All Stephens will be afraid of them!

Lovett had no doubts and was absolutely convinced...

…

After the liquidation of the residents of the inner city was completed, the dramatic changes in Boulder City came to a complete end, and everyone began to clean up the mess on the ground.

With their backs to the midday sun, people pulled out some frozen bodies from the heavy snow.

There are men, women, children and old people among them. Some were found on the street, while others were pulled from alleys.

In addition to mourning deeply, the only thing people can do is to engrave this painful memory on their tombstones and carry on with the memory of them.

At this time, someone suddenly suggested that Boulder City is so short of food now, why not do it more thoroughly and let them truly become a part of our body.

This is an extremely ugly and bad intention, but from a practical point of view, this settlement of more than 500,000 people does not seem to have many choices.

The slime mold fruiting bodies can provide too few nutrients, and there is no way to hunt them on a large scale in winter.

When people are hungry and crazy, they will do some crazy things. In a sense, those marauders are the people who went crazy in the wasteland.

They have not become new masters.

But at this moment, I am facing the danger of changing into something else...

Fortunately, things have taken a new turn.

They are not as isolated as they were a century and a half ago. Their nearest neighbor is only thirty kilometers away from them.

Just when people were hesitating whether to send their dead compatriots into the nutritional ointment converter, a piece of amazing good news suddenly came from outside the giant wall gate——

The Alliance is coming!