This Game Is Too Realistic

Why?

Warfield was kneeling in the square, staring blankly at the sky. The afternoon sun penetrated through the slits of his bruised eyes, making him feel extremely dazzling.

He would rather it snow now.

Preferably snow that can bury him.

The reckoning is over.

They lost everything in this settlement.

The alliance did not open the free exchange of chips and silver coins. Although his father must have used unconventional means to exchange some, the amount was definitely not large. Not to mention Cr and dinars, the exchange has been sealed. Even if there is some Cr left in Jixiu's account in Ideal City, it will definitely not be enough for the family to maintain their original livelihood.

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

Warfield would rather the militiamen killed him. Death was the quickest relief.

It would be best to kill his wife, children, mother and the dead brother together!

He would leave his corpse on the street and plant a seed of hatred in Alyssa's heart. Maybe this seed would not grow for the rest of her life, but it would torture her over and over again.

As long as one day in the future she sees any ugly side of the new authorities and begins to doubt the original correctness, then she will definitely do something. This is a reason that no one can refuse, and she raises another chip high. Let this casino reopen...

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

She has Malvern's blood in her blood, and she is smart enough and resourceful enough, even more capable than herself...

Although the kings of Boulder City are dead.

But their family can become the new royal family!

Definitely!

"hehe……"

Warfield thought about it, suddenly laughed out loud, and suddenly started sobbing.

Why?

Why not shoot...

Two militiamen stood not far away and looked at this poor guy with disgust. Most of the people in the square had dispersed, leaving him alone, motionless.

Genis took Ji Xiu away, and his wife and children followed. No one dared to approach him. After all, he had just been beaten by the militiamen of the new authority.

Warfield felt a little dazed in consciousness, and suddenly a wet and hot handkerchief was pressed against his face, pulling his dazed consciousness from the edge of darkness.

"……elder brother."

After wiping off the muddy water and blood on his face, Alyssa looked at him with distress and fear, and whispered.

"I'm sorry...I included all the property in my family in the list, but then it was us who snatched it from other people's hands——"

"You don't need to apologize..." Warfield opened and closed his bruised lips and gasped, "You did the right thing. If I were outside, I would do the same thing. But don't do it to yourself next time. Fate is a joke. You will know when you are two years older. They really want to do something to you, and they won't just scold you or beat you up..."

Alyssa looked at him sadly.

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

She couldn't describe the feeling in her heart.

But she could feel that his brother had another kind of high hope for her - high hope that she didn't want to realize at all.

"Why..." There was confusion in Warfield's eyes for a moment.

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

Isn't it natural to eat other people in a casino where people can eat people?

Alyssa sniffed and said seriously.

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

Warfield suddenly smiled, looked at his sister lovingly, and wanted to reach out and touch her head, but hesitated and took it away again.

"Father wrote a fairy tale in your heart. If possible, he hoped that you would never come out from there in your life...but you jumped out of the window."

"We are a family. How can he not see what you can see? But there are some things that make no sense at all and will only kill you all. Even if you succeed, everything will change. go."

Alyssa shook her head slightly and looked at her brother seriously.

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

Warfield looked at her desperately: "Why don't you... Fairy tales can never be true. People are born unequal, otherwise why would the era of prosperity disappear? Sooner or later, those people will change! Sooner or later thing!”

"You just said that we are a family, how could I not?" Alyssa hugged her brother gently and patted the back of his head comfortingly, "It's okay, I'm still young...wait When I am as old as my father, my children will look after me.”

Warfield's expression suddenly twitched.

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

His sister has chosen the most difficult path with no future, at least he can't see any foreseeable future. And he himself is already a dead man.

Their family might really be doomed.

Looking at his sister who was still comforting him, Warfield didn't even know what he was feeling distressed about. Maybe he was just feeling distressed about himself.

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

Maybe the casino really won't open again.

Kneeling in the square, he burst into tears, crying loudly for the first time in a long time...

…

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

They brought Wu Ming with them.

But what they carry more is 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. Even if the fallout buries the shelters underground, they will stand up and march forward without hesitation. The sworn mission.

Moreover, many of these supplies were procured from Boulder City.

Compared to what they got from this settlement, this little material was nothing.

And not only the survivors inside the giant wall, but also the survivors in the slums outside the giant wall, the Alliance also plans to save them.

The players installed a lift on the viaduct next to the Far Wind Hotel and lowered the goods from the trucks parked on the roadside one by one.

More players set up tents at the entrance of the Far Wind Hotel, and organized isolation belts to maintain formation and order.

Most of them are live professional players.

Now that Boulder City has become the fifth city of the alliance, now is the time to increase the reputation of the region.

I have never seen such a strange scene. Whether it was the poor people in the slums or the merchants setting up stalls in the square in front of the huge gate, they all put down what they were doing and came over to watch the excitement curiously.

"What does the Alliance want to do?"

"Is this going to annex Boulder City?"

"Hahaha, collecting silver coins is indeed a genius decision for me!"

"Fuck! I also collected some chips and hoped that the new authorities would make them go up! What a huge loss!"

They didn't care at all what the survivors were talking about, and the players couldn't understand what they were saying at all, so they turned on the speakers and played the pre-recorded recording.

"Those who have the strength to work come and register! There is no salary, and you have to take care of the food and take care of it!"

"The elderly and children are here! We will arrange them uniformly!"

"Damn! There are too many people here!"

"Take in a close sister who is over 18 years old! My family is quite big. You are welcome to come and play at my house. When you are tired, you can go to bed. No problem -"

"Fuck! There's a Brother Jie sneaking into the team!"

"Drag him out!"

"Ah ah ah, stop it, you guys, I'm here to help others! I have shed blood for the alliance, I have made contributions to the alliance, I want to see the manager!"

To be honest, some unkempt girls really wanted to go over there when they heard it. The little girl huddled in the plastic cloth even secretly counted her age with her fingers.

After all, those blue coats do look good, and they don't smell bad. If something happens, there's no telling who will suffer the most.

The most important thing is that the person in the blue coat will definitely not "eat" people, but the same can't be said for other wastelanders.

Some merchants looked like dogs, but maybe they were taken away from the giant wall and slaughtered like lambs.

Not to mention the gangs hanging out in the slums, who occasionally select some good-looking "lambs" and sell them to people outside. Those who are lucky can become the money-making tool of the bosses in the Free State in the north, but those who are unlucky may end up on the dining table or operating table of the predators.

Unfortunately, the discipline of these blue coats is too strict, to the extent that people complain.

The guy who was crying and laughing was quickly dragged away as if he was just having fun.

The girls who gathered out of curiosity could only go to the table next door to register their names and wait for placement in the homeless home...

Although the players have done something, it is still difficult for a few people to face hundreds of thousands of people, let alone more than half a million within the giant wall.

The scene was in such a mess that one couldn't help but wonder whether they could really get things done.

But it is still very touching that some people are 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 Boulder City 1,000-man team responsible for city defense.

Lao Ji took people to the armory.

The new militia leader Joey took them to see one of the weapons, and another one placed in a warehouse and apron in the inner city.

After looking at the weapons stored inside, all the players couldn't help but exclaimed in surprise.

"Fuck! Powered armor!" Looking at the iron bump standing in the room, he walked up to touch it in surprise.

Murderous Dagger looked at him with a smile.

"Brother, do you want it?"

Quitting smoking, I nodded vigorously and said excitedly.

"I want it! I've never dreamed of it!"

"It's good to have dreams," Kidney Fighter patted him on the shoulder, "Save some money to contribute, you still have money."

Quit smoking: " # %￥ @!"

There are thirty sets of power armor in total, all of which are pre-war styles, and most of them are dragoons like Lao Dong.

Part of it has been in disrepair for a long time, but with Yin Fang, a young archeology expert, this is obviously not a problem.

However, these collected equipment are all mission props.

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

"Damn..." Ye Shi muttered in a low voice, "Such good equipment was given to those gentlemen!"

"Luckily, we arrived in time and didn't let them fall into the hands of the predators."

Looking away from the power armor, Lao Ji glanced at the boxes with radioactive signs in the corner.

According to Joey, they were some miniature tactical nuclear weapons left behind by the post-war reconstruction committee. They were only the size of a bowling ball and had an explosion yield of about 1 to 10 tons. Compared with the 155mm artillery, the yield is about 10 to 45 kilograms depending on the type of shell.

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

Destruction is much easier than construction. It is obvious that the managers have done a lot of work to prepare for rainy days where the players cannot see it.

Otherwise, this exploding dead whale will cause at least ten or even twenty years of turmoil in Qingquan City and even the southern part of Hehehe Province...

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

"But by the way, they didn't use these things during the riot." Ye Shi scratched his head, puzzled, "Why?"

Unable to understand!

If a tactical nuclear bomb is dropped, all the people on the street will be evaporated, right?

Guang Feng glanced sideways at the boy.

"You'll know when you grow up."

Displeased by his fatherly tone, Ye Shi rolled his eyes.

"I'm Dad Xie!"

other side.

The gate of Boulder City.

They are also here to perform assistance tasks, but unlike those players who are busy completing tasks and earning contribution points and reputation, most of the NPCs in the alliance have little motivation.

What needs to be clarified is that they are very enthusiastic when facing other survivors in need of help, and they do not show any shame towards those refugees who escaped from the Alliance from Boulder City.

But "door-to-door service" is something that many people have not thought about.

Looking at the huge wall towering into the clouds, Zhao Shu muttered.

"Why?"

Yang Ergou glanced at him.

"Why why."

Zhao Shu pointed at the guys carrying suitcases at the door. It wasn't like he was pointing at them, but more like he was pointing behind them.

"Why should we help these guys?"

The two were residents of Beit Street. They worked in the Cow Horse Brick Factory a long time ago. They were the highest-ranking foreman. Even Army Staff Officer Vanus had done labor camps under them.

Later, the alliance was established, everything was formal, and the refugee home became a semi-official aid agency. They went to the refugee home together again, and continued to contribute 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 could make "similar" wages as the scavengers who risked their lives to pick up rubbish in the wasteland just by hammering screws in the factory. He despised this decaying settlement even more.

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

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

He learned all this from the "Daily Survivor".

Boulder City was the first to begin to decay, and then the plague of thoughts gradually spread to other settlements along the ties maintained by chips.

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

Of course, there were many settlements in the entire wasteland that were more decadent than Boulder City, but Boulder City was right next to them, and he naturally hated the people here the most.

Especially the survivors here also like to show off. Behind their backs, they look like a blue gopher and look like a country bumpkin.

Don't think he doesn't know!

Zhao Shu sighed in his heart.

"Stinky beggar..."

I can’t even eat green wheat cakes!

You really deserve it!

Yang Ergou glared at him.

"What did you say?"

"Am I wrong?"

Zhao Shu continued confidently, "The garbage we picked up and the food we grew were all provided to these guys! Now we have to wipe their butts after they poked holes! In my opinion, it's just a wall. The survivors in the slums outside can be taken in, they are the real innocent ones, and the people inside should be imprisoned for the rest of their lives!"

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

Zhao Shu rolled his eyes.

"Come on, their lives are much more comfortable than ours. And when we were exploited, they didn't stand up to speak for us, right?"

Working in a factory is definitely safer than scavenging or hunting in the wild. It’s not that they enjoy nothing.

The population of Beit Street has not increased much in many years, and the average life expectancy is around thirty. From this perspective, the life span of the residents of Beit Street has indeed been stolen by the workers in the city.

"You're right."

The sound coming from behind interrupted the increasingly loud argument between the two.

Luca came over.

Seeing the old housekeeper - or should we say the city lord now, the two quarreling men immediately closed their mouths and fell silent.

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

"I'm sorry...I-"

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

"If you don't apologize, I understand the anger in your heart. When I looked at [Brown], I also had murderous intentions. 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 out the last drop of blood from them and the generations that follow them..."

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

"Or if you think about it from another perspective, as a non-Vailant, have you ever expected for a second to rely on the Legion to end our wasteland?"

"Almost the entire desert is secretly on our side. We have united almost everyone we can. Even our enemies dare not face us. This is not because we are stronger, nor because Our fists are the 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, still not understanding.

He didn't care whether the alliance was an alliance or not. If the manager wanted to be the emperor, he would support it with both hands. It would be best if he could marry the youngest daughter of the Yu family, so that they, the old neighbors, could enjoy the blessings together.

The little girl who used to be skinny and skinny has long since become graceful and graceful, and is very popular with the residents of the shelter.

At least in his opinion, he was nowhere better than that vulgar mercenary!

Luka patted him on the shoulder, but did not force him to understand these things, and led everyone to continue walking forward.

No matter whether these people are worth saving or not, since the manager said that it is the fifth city of the alliance, then they are comrades on the same front, then he will do what he should do.

No reason.

And he will represent the alliance and go to Boulder City to do things that neither the Workers' Association nor the militia are capable of doing, and make up for the compromises they have to make to reality.

Including some criminal cases that occurred during the riots, including the failure to conduct thorough liquidations, etc.

Of course, the residents of the inner city can obtain forgiveness and pardon from the residents of the outer city. After all, the black card has been completely abolished, and the liquidation [which step is also written by the residents of the uprising themselves in the uprising program, whether it is thorough or not is not up to others. You don’t need anyone else to teach you.

But in the same way, one thing must be the same. Whether or not to accept those people to join the alliance, or only which people among them, is a matter for the alliance.

The "criminal" who is accused by the relevant responsible person and involved in the murder case will not obtain the status of an alliance resident, regardless of whether he is an inner city resident or an outer city resident.

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

If those who committed the crime are confirmed guilty by conclusive evidence, and the compensation made cannot gain the understanding of the relevant responsible persons.

Then they can 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 themselves...

But having said that, doing so is actually superfluous.

Most of the pardoned inner-city residents simply didn't want to stay and had no way of staying.

They already bear original sin on their bodies.

The residents of the outer city did not execute them, just because they promised not to kill in the uprising platform, and they also took the initiative to release Sberg and the other "hostages" in their hands.

A settlement of more than 500,000 people is simply too small.

Everyone knows their faces.

They don't have any future living in this settlement. Even if they eat a meal, they may be spat in the bowl by the cook or rolled in the eyes by the waiter serving the bowl.

This is more uncomfortable for them than killing them, after all, death only lasts 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 become a family with them. .

But it's too difficult.

Not everyone has the ability and opportunity to atone for their sins.

Without the power in their hands and deprived of all their property, it became a problem for them to even survive, not to mention living on their own.

This is undoubtedly absolution.

But for many, it feels more like exile...

…

The square in front of the huge gate.

Bonnie and Kumit were hesitating about their future.

Her husband, Sid, was dead, and her family, all senior officers in the militia, almost all died in the riots.

The victor did not kill everyone, but that does not mean that no one died.

After learning that Boulder City would become the fifth city of the Alliance, her other two sons had decisively confessed their crimes and were going to labor camps in the Alliance's prisoner-of-war camps.

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 live the life of an ordinary person again.

But she can't do it.

Without servants, she couldn't even comb her own hair.

Not only her, but her most precious son Kumit is also the same. He can't do anything without anyone to take care of him. If no one takes care of them, they will wither like fresh crows that have lost their water...

Thinking about her future life and her only twenty kilograms of luggage, Bonnie couldn't help but shed tears again.

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

He doesn't know where to go from now on.

The new authorities confiscated their Cr and dinars, and they couldn't even afford a ticket to the ideal city, let alone get there.

Their suitcases contained only a few clothes, sleeping bags, high-end cans and nutritional creams for emergencies.

Just when Kumit was feeling despair about the gloomy future, a fat man suddenly emerged from the crowd and waved to them earnestly.

"Hey! This way!"

Attracted by that funny action, Kumita looked at him and his eyes widened in surprise.

"Piru?!"

Piru's face turned into a smile, very much like his father, Mr. Wei Jia.

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

Next to him stood Aron, his father's secretary.

They had planned to bribe the militia members to get Bonnie out, but they didn't expect that the new authorities would dump the entire mess of Boulder City to the alliance.

This was a result that even his father had not expected.

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

Looking at the excited little fat man with a flushed face, Kumit scratched his cheek in embarrassment.

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

After experiencing that night that could be called a turning point in life, he also grew up a bit, at least that's what he thought.

"How could it be?! You will always be Master Kumit in my heart!" Piru bowed respectfully, still the same as before.

Kumit couldn't help but be moved.

Except for those poor people who swarmed to steal his things, there are indeed good people in this world!

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

"You are too outrageous to say that!"

Piru smiled honestly, then turned to his 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. Same."

Bonnie, who was amused by these words and had tears hanging from her eyes, couldn't help but curl her lips.

"Thank you, your child is really good at talking...just like your father."

Piru continued with a cheerful expression.

"Tell me about my father. He has prepared a banquet for you at the Far Wind Hotel! He knows that you definitely don't know where to go, and he specially reserved a guest room for you."

Bonnie was slightly stunned.

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

"Of course, this is what we should do!" Piru looked at her innocently and said seriously, "My father always told me that the most important thing for a businessman is to keep his promises. He swore to keep his promise to Xi 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.

Somehow, looking at this sunny and cheerful little fat man, she always felt inexplicably uneasy in her heart.

Is Weijia that kind of person?

Although she always persuaded Sid to be kind to the businessmen who helped him make money, Sid had never really listened to what she said and the ancestral precepts that she nagged her about.

But...

She still couldn't help but fantasize.

Maybe Mr. Weijia is really that kind of good person, grateful to Master Sid for his help all the time, and willing to take care of the two of them for Sid...

Seeing another pair of inner city residents planning to leave the place completely, and this time it was a pair of gangsters, the militia boy standing nearby finally couldn't stand it anymore and coughed hard.

"Hey, madam, there is a wasteland ahead. You have to think clearly! Once you leave here, there will be no law to protect you guys."

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

"If you haven't done anything harmful to nature, the Alliance will accept you... Not all people with black cards are criminals. Mr. List is still a resident of the Alliance."

Maybe he shouldn't have said this in a superfluous way.

Bonnie was initially tempted to stay, but after hearing the second half of [his] sentence, her heart tightened and she couldn't help but hold on to her youngest son's hand.

Of course she didn't do anything sinister and she would even give a big red envelope to every maid in the family who left her house...

But not Kumit.

She knew very well what was buried in the fire five years ago, and her brother Russell even lost his temper with her husband over it...

"mother……"

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

He didn't want to stay with those predators.

I heard that the Alliance prisoner-of-war camps are full of evil spirits in the wasteland, the kind that really know how to eat children...

Maybe he should let go and let him live a normal life.

But he really didn't have the courage.

Just like how he huddled in bed all night holding the S-coin trading device last night, let alone letting go of his hand, he didn't even dare to see his old kiss for the last time...

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

After patting Kumit's hand gently, she took a deep breath and bowed slightly gracefully, like a real 㱕㭹㹏.

"Thank you, Mr. Soldier, we appreciate your concern and good intentions... but we have already figured out the future, and our destiny is not here."

"Thank you from the bottom of my heart for letting us live, and I hope you can continue to walk down the road with your ideals."

The militiaman hesitated for a moment, glanced at the innocent Piru, and then at the expressionless follower next to him.

He felt that these two people were not good people, but he was really not qualified to make decisions for others, and he couldn't even say anything nice.

"Take care..."

Bonnie nodded, glanced at the soldier gratefully, then took her son's hand and followed Piru happily towards the direction of the Far Wind Hotel.

They exiled themselves, leaving the settlement and wandering into the wasteland.

But this is their choice.

Seeing the couple walking away, the militiaman was a little depressed, and the old militiaman next to him muttered.

"I don't know if what I'm doing is right... Mr. Sid is very bad, and his son is bad enough, but his wife actually doesn't do anything, and she rarely even goes out."

The old militiaman glanced at him.

"What do you know? It's hard to persuade those damn devils. What do you care about them? Just do your job."

You choose your own path.

Look at those lost and neglected masters and aunts, I wonder how many people are envious of those two.

Not far away, Grace hugged her husband Mel tightly and cried.

Mel's lips trembled, he patted his wife's back gently, and said comforting words to her, but his eyes were filled with vicissitudes of life.

He seemed to have aged more than ten years overnight, with deep wrinkles that could catch snow slag, and countless white hairs in his messy hair.

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

He murmured while also praying for other family members.

Watching Kumit's back, Jixiu stood beside him numbly, his whole figure was like a puppet of a lost soul.

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

But he never thought things would turn out like this.

He didn't have the face to face his kiss, Merle, nor his eldest brother Warfield, nor even Alyssa...

He once had a chance to atone.

If he had been braver at that time and had not followed his elder brother into hiding in the inner city, but had rushed out desperately to find Alyssa, he might have been beaten to death by an angry mob, but he might have been able to gain people's forgiveness together with Alyssa. …

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

If he really regrets it, he shouldn't come back...

Ji Xiu took a step forward. Merle saw it and immediately reached out and grabbed him, staring at the bastard.

"Surrender to me! Tell the new authorities what you have done! The Alliance will not kill you, they will give you a chance to start a new life——"

"It's too late." Ji Xiu shook his head.

Seeing his cowardly look, Merle was filled with rage and slapped him hard on the face.

"Snapped--!"

There was a crisp sound.

Ji Xiu didn't hide, he let the slap hit his face, and his empty head was shaken to the side by the wrinkled hand.

Seeing that he didn't reflect at all, Merle was furious and raised his hand to hit him, but his wife grabbed him hard.

"That's enough," Grace looked at him with blurry eyes and tears, "Don't beat him, Ji Xiu is still a child, let me persuade him..."

"You bastard!" Merle glared at Ji Xiu and cursed angrily, "What time has it been? Can you listen to what I'm saying!"

Why does everyone have to go against him!

Forget it, Sid, his son is like this too!

Ji Xiu suddenly smiled.

Smiling and laughing, tears fell again.

"I'm sorry, Dad, I let you down...I am indeed a hopeless fool, just like you see me."

He paused and seemed to be talking to himself.

"Friends on Duandianyun are right. I am the same as them. We are all lazy guys who love chanting sutras. But the difference is that they have their own reasons and know that reciting sutras will harm others, so they never teach them. What should people in the wasteland do? I am different. Not only do I feel that I am right, but I also feel that everyone should use the treasures I have learned..."

Looking blankly at his suddenly unfamiliar son, Merle said in a trembling voice.

"What do you want?"

"Wasteland." Ji Xiu said calmly.

"Are you crazy!? That's a cannibalistic place! Do you think you're walking on two legs (Ideal City)? I'm the one who found mercenaries for you! You loser will not survive tomorrow morning!" There was smoke coming out of all his apertures, and he tried to hold this bastard down, but he tripped over the thick snow on his knees.

Lying down on the snow to kiss without support, Ji Xiu took a step back and looked at him with shame as his temples turned gray at some point.

"I understand your hard work. Confessing your sins and accepting reform is my last chance, but I no longer have the face to face anyone in this settlement... They forgive me, but I can never forgive myself."

"An incompetent and arrogant scum like me should be beaten in the wasteland, rotting and stinking in some unknown stinking ditch. That's where I belong."

"Farewell, please tell my dear sister that her bastard brother is dead and there is no need to atone for a rotten person like me. She should be happy and live in a beautiful 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 giant wall, tightened the suitcase in his hand, turned his back to the bustling square and the despair, and walked slowly into the howling cold wind...

…

At dusk.

The alliance's rescue station was launched in the giant stone city. Large pots were set up in front of the gate on the inside of the giant wall to persuade those who wanted to escape from the city.

Five hundred thousand catties of grain a day is less than 250,000 silver coins, not to mention that if you save a little, you won't be able to eat so much.

This little money is nothing compared to the cost of watching this settlement rot.

And now we are all a family.

Smelling the refreshing aroma, not to mention the hungry poor people, even the guards watching the gate began to salivate.

"It's actually porridge..."

"I thought it was a nutritional ointment... It's good to have nutritional ointment."

"Praise the alliance! Praise the management!"

"My child is saved..."

People shrank their necks from the cold and murmured softly, some even secretly wiped away tears, and their eyes rekindled their hope of surviving the winter.

If they weren't extremely hungry, no one would want to eat those dead people.

Even if it's just a bowl of rice soup, they can remind them of their reserve as human beings, and they consciously queue up in the isolation zone.

Under Lovett's call, everyone in the Workers' Association spontaneously helped maintain order.

Most of them have little culture and don't look very smart. They only know one slogan - do what Bol should do.

The person they worship is not even a real person, but their motivation and enthusiasm are surprisingly amazing.

They themselves are unaware of it. Encouraged by victory and miracles, the non-existent Bol has become a kind of belief in their hearts——

A belief that is purer and closer to the ground than the Big-horned Deer God!

Even the well-trained soldiers couldn't help but look at their fellow workers.

They have no doubt that if these people are given a gun, these people will definitely be better than the mercenaries who are paid to do things.

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

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

Wearing an apron, Crow Crow held a large spoon in his right hand and a trumpet in his left hand, and shouted proudly with the corner of his mouth raised.

"Green vegetables, mushrooms and minced meat porridge! Tengteng House sponsors the food. I hope everyone can spend the cold winter safely! We will let everyone wear beautiful new clothes in the coming spring. If you are not happy, just stay here. ”

No one paid any attention to her, everyone was focused on the steaming pot.

But Crow Crow was shouting for his own entertainment.

Her Chinese couplet is not very standard, so she takes this opportunity to practice!

Teng Teng blushed and glared at Crow Crow, wishing he could throw her into the pot too.

"You, you are enough! Do your job well and don't say unnecessary words..."

She is here to increase the reputation of the region.

Regional reputation is of little use to professional combat players, but it is of great use to someone who loves business simulations!

Moreover, this kind of rare special server event can also unlock things that cannot be unlocked through daily activities.

The place where you get the medal is not just a battlefield, in management terms, it is also a battlefield in a certain sense.

But even aside from that, she still enjoys doing these things.

The survivors in the wasteland have a simple understanding of kindness. A bowl of hot porridge or a small thing can move them to tears.

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

Looking at the red-faced Fujiteng, Crow Crow raised his eyebrows playfully.

"What does it have to do with it? You were the one sponsoring the duck, and I was just advertising your art!"

Seeing that she was about to make up some outrageous advertising slogans, Teng Teng blushed and was speechless, hiding his face in the milky white mist.

In addition to his friend Crow Crow, who came to join in the fun, shop assistant Huahua, who was wearing a maid's dress, was also helping enthusiastically.

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

When she heard that such a big thing happened in Boulder City, she put down her hands without saying a word and decided to ask for help. Even the store was closed!

What a kind person!

When she thought about [Miss Fujiteng's] generous act, Huahua was moved beyond measure.

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

There is a stall not far away.

Holding a bowl of scalding hot porridge, Kent lowered his head and thanked the cook obediently, feeling as if there was a stone in his head.

That night he hid at home and did not go out. Although there was a commotion outside, it did not affect his drafty room.

The mercenaries and soldiers who took advantage of the situation were all targeting the slums that were closer to the inner city and not the industrial area.

He couldn't hold back his sleepiness, so he closed his eyes and slept for a while, and then it was daybreak outside.

After getting up, he originally wanted to work in Mr. Weijia's factory, but after waking up, he found that the place had been sealed off.

It was the Workers' Union that sealed it down.

Those thieves who were in jail are now people.

Looking at the boxes of frozen meat and vegetables being moved out of the warehouse, Kent's heart tightened and it hurt a little, but he didn't dare to ask where the ingredients were moved. He walked around and sneaked into the workers' association. The team came to help and even mixed in a piece of gauze to make an armband.

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

Seeing the corpses being dragged out from the alleys, Kent felt extremely lucky. Fortunately, he hid at home that day, otherwise he might have been lying there...

Squatting on the street and taking a sip of rice porridge with vegetable scraps and minced meat floating in the air, Kent felt warm in his stomach, but his heart became increasingly congested.

He muttered to make himself feel better.

"Haha...you messed up everything, what do you gain?"

"Why don't you say it's not Mr. Stephen? Didn't that Lovett become the president of the Workers' Union? The leader of the militia group is Joey, but he is just another leader Zhao, a group of new men... I still You have to eat alliance food.”

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. He took a sip of the hot porridge and sighed in frustration.

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

"Man, how can you say we're not going to get anything? Lovett said we're going to have a constitution that everyone abides by."

"The Constitution of the Alliance?" Kent glanced sideways at him and snorted, "Stop dreaming, it's just a group of gentlemen."

The co-worker looked at him in astonishment, and his eyes suddenly turned pitiful.

Kent hated the look, but was wary of his armband, even though he had one himself.

"I know who you are."

Kent's heart tightened, his face turned pale, and he was almost frightened out of his soul.

He hid a secret in his heart. It was he who took Alec and Phyllis away from the door of the beer hall and sent Berg to prison.

Although he didn't read the wanted notice posted on the wall, he could be sure that the co-workers must be looking for him secretly. Once they found him, he would drag them into the alley and execute them secretly.

"Who?" he swallowed and asked tremblingly.

The co-worker shrugged.

"Ken."

The air was quiet for a while.

...Ken?

Who is that?

New riddle?

Kent looked confused.

Just at that moment, he experienced the feeling of being on a roller coaster, especially when the worker next to him spit out the first half of the syllable.

"We got a fundamental law that everyone must abide by, but you say we got nothing. Maybe in your heart, you don't think it is important at all."

Kent blushed furiously.

"Isn't it? The whole settlement is in chaos! It's all you who made me lose my job! If it weren't for that idiot called Sperger who insisted on singing the opposite tune, if it weren't for you who would rather believe in a fucking Bol, We would rather listen to what a little girl has to say, so that we won’t end up begging as neighbors!”

"Just take it like this. And you're right, begging is indeed bad, and we will return the favor." The worker sighed, not intending to explain to him more, and said to himself, "Lovett said, we It’s impossible to convince everyone, this is the normal state of life. There will definitely be people who criticize us for various reasons and angles, but it doesn’t matter what they say, we do what we do.”

"He asked us to supervise him. If we find out that he starts to speak for those who bully us, we will punch him hard and spit in his face. This is the important thing."

Looking at Kent who was holding his breath (almost suffocating), the coworker teased in an apologetic tone.

"You'd better go. This place isn't suitable for you, really. You're not even as good as your Mr. Vega. His business is not without risks, and he has to lick Mr. Sid's shoes from time to time. You're not as good as Alyssa, either. She By standing up, you have taken a risk that you will never take in your life. What did you do last night, hiding under the quilt and crying?"

"Now, you are sitting here holding a bowl, and then you are being weird - 'Oh, clay legs can't do anything big, you just replaced a group of masters', 'Oh, what does a little girl know?' , "Oh, it's all your fault that I lost my job." Yes, you are right, we have harmed you, we will be finished tomorrow, you run away. "

"How about Honghe Town? There you can use your endless strength to work for twenty-four hours. You don't have to worry about everyone stopping you from making money. They will help you very considerately. Block out the alien species and predators outside."

Smiling and patting Ken's shoulder, the worker finished his bowl of porridge, got up and went to the kitchen to return the bowl.

After a while, he asked the workers' association for help.

They had united and prevailed.

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 Registration Office with the words "Leniency for those who confess and severity for those who resist" written on it.

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

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

The alliance will code their photos in newspapers. The maximum sentence is twenty years. A good attitude only lasts three to five years. After serving prison time, they can start a new life. If they show positive behavior, they can get a reduced sentence.

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

The alliance staff did not discriminate against them, but their scum-like expressions were indeed scary.

House didn't want to go through the gate at first, but when he saw the Alliance soldiers at the city gate, he couldn't help but tremble, and finally he bravely walked over.

From time to time, people left the team and others joined, and finally it was his turn.

House didn't dare to delay, and followed the aristocratic grandfather in front of him who got up in disgrace, rubbed his hands tremblingly, and sat down at the wooden table.

After turning over a full page of paper, the staff handed him a cup of hot water and said expressionlessly.

"Tell me, who did you kill? How, how many people, and how old they were."

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

Big-horned deer, God be upon you!

He couldn't help but glance at the nobleman who was taken away by the alliance soldiers.

What did this guy do? !

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

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

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

"House!"

Afraid that he would not surrender after saying this, House forced a pale smile on his face and curled up as if he had shrunk even smaller.

"I...I confess everything! But please give me a chance to explain and atone!"

Before the staff member could speak, House swallowed and continued.

"You know what? If a person always says stupid things, it means he actually knows what the answer is. Have you ever played the guessing game in the newspaper? It's not easy to be all right, but it's not easy to be all wrong."

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. I've scolded your management and I've scolded you, but I...I don't hate you from the bottom of my heart. I can't even help but applaud your courage, but I have to Speak for the old man."

"My logic may be a little confusing, but it doesn't matter. You don't understand, but the management must understand what I mean. The reason why I curse you so hard is because I want you to call me quickly and shut down this casino as soon as possible. After all, I hope you can Master De is in charge, there is definitely no way to save this place, but if Mr. Shuguang is in charge, there will definitely be a way! Look, you guys actually got through!"

These are House's words from the bottom of his heart.

Since he understood what the alliance is, he has no doubt that the managers are truly good people.

There are really good people besides idiots in this wasteland!

If he is really a profiteer, he can obviously not step on the accelerator, work side by side with Melbourne, cooperate inside and outside, continue to play the debt game, and make the savings of the residents of Boulder City become negative, then the people here are really screwed up. .

The masters can enjoy the ideal city, but those poor devils have to work for the alliance until they die, and live relying on the alliance, and it is no longer possible for them to become generals, and the masters will ride on their heads. It takes a thousand individuals to become more than 200,000 people.

In the Bugra Free State in the north, Mr. Sigma would definitely not have restrained himself, but the administrator restrained himself and even generously pulled them into the same front... This was what shocked and surprised House the most.

That lord really plans to end the wasteland!

He really regarded the survivors of Boulder City as survivors!

Praise the Alliance!

Praise the management! ! !

Ever since he heard that grown-up calling The Worker a progressive voice, House was convinced that he was right.

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

What's more, even Sisberg, who is a monk on the way, can be invited as a guest. If it were him, the management would definitely treat him as a guest!

Several staff members and soldiers looked at each other.

They kept their expressions tight at first, but in the end they couldn't hold back their laughter when House said, "He also had a share of the credit."

House looked at them blankly, not understanding why they were laughing.

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

His face was getting redder and redder, and he clenched his fists, but he didn't dare to have an attack, so he could only hide his fists in his sleeves.

"What do you...what do you want? I can explain it to the management in person -"

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

"Are you here to make us laugh? It's not that I look down on you. The registration here is a case involving human life. We don't have time to listen to your jokes, although yours is okay."

Another staff member suppressed a laugh and said jokingly,

"If you think you have any merit, then ask the workers' union or the militia to claim the credit. They are the ones who started the rebellion. We disappoint you. We didn't regard you as a threat at all. If we hadn't seen you Since we are all fellow villagers, we don’t even bother to come.”

The soldier wearing the exoskeleton stretched out his hand, picked up the stunned House from the table, and led him outside the isolation belt.

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

"Go away, the management is too lazy to pay attention to you, but I really want to give you a kick in the ass. If I weren't still at work, I would definitely have done so."

The league has league discipline. After all, you can't hit anyone while wearing a military uniform. It's not worth the honor to hang out with a clown.

The soldier returned to his post.

House stood in the street in despair.

Seeing those people lining up to confess their crimes as the real villains, for a moment, he wished he could be caught by Alliance soldiers and thrown into prison, or even beaten with fists and kicks.

Not caring is the greatest arrogance.

Most people didn't bother to pay attention to him at all.

Even the "Worker's Daily", which has only been established for less than a year, can be considered a voice of progress. Although he has been broadcasting for more than ten years, he has not been taken seriously 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 zombie, House walked away with his eyes blank.