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 closed the slightly open curtains with his raised little finger.
Screams and roars came one after another, and the color of blood replaced the sunset blocked by clouds... Sure enough, this was the color that this street should have.
However, those militiamen were surprisingly weak. He thought more people would die, but in the end, many bullets grazed their scalps.
Are you unable to take action?
But he didn't think that the mob would forgive those people.
An evil smile curled up at the corner of his mouth.
The show has officially begun!
A lazy female voice came from the bed not far away.
"It's really a bad idea. Can't you come here secretly?"
The man shook his head and said slowly
"Too slow... Do you know that feeling? A movie has reached the last moment, but it is paused. The powder keg is clearly there, and the fuse has been inserted, but no one dares to click it.
······So is the Alliance, so are the nobles, and so is Mr. Fang Ming.”
His name is Rhine, he comes from the Bugra Free State, he is a professional mercenary, and he is also an awakener. The woman not far behind him, her name is Serit, 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 then point fingers 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 with Sberg.
This is so weird.
"I'm worried about something." Serit looked at the man from afar, her lazy voice filled with concern.
"What's going on?" Rhine said nonchalantly.
"City Lord, that Fang Ming," Serit said casually, "according to our investigation, he knows everything that happened in this settlement, so he must have seen you shoot."
Rhine smiled nonchalantly and waved his hand.
"Ah, don't worry about this. If you had really investigated it, you would know... He will only take action in two situations, to help people here deal with the mutant slime mold and the forces related to the post-war reconstruction committee."
Tell me why.
Because that's what it is.
People cannot be greedy and hope that the gun will move by itself and distinguish who is a good 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 the old operating system can always meet the needs of the new generation. The new generation is not so confident about the operating system designed by the older generation. After all,
If children had always listened carefully to their parents, humans 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 the road to the destination?
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 Era of Prosperity have already proven that it is undesirable to have both.
At this time, there was suddenly a slight sound on 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, Laigui 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 toward 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 is no doubt that that person came for them.
At this time, there is absolutely no way anyone will come to clean the room...
"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 cloth tearing machine and the rain of orange bullets suddenly shot towards the door, leaving a series of bullet holes on the wooden door.
However, almost at the same time, the damaged door panel exploded, and the flying fragments rolled towards him like cannonballs.
"Oh shit--"
Rhine ducked awkwardly and rolled to the window, finally catching a glimpse of the man standing at the door through his peripheral vision.
The jet black mirror covered her face. She was holding an explosion-proof gun in her left hand and a short-tube micro punch in her right hand. Her number - X-16 - was engraved on the back card 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 aiming 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 violently to avoid the rain of bullets coming from two directions, screaming and cursing.
"Do you want to kill me too!"
"If I didn't support you, you would be dead."
Rhine cursed in reply and moved toward the window while maintaining fire suppression on the X-16.
The man held the living cards motionless, 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 a bad premonition crept into his heart. With almost no hesitation, he used his back shoulder to open the window and rolled out.
"I'm withdrawing, take care of yourself!"
Serite'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?!
It’s too late to think about this problem. After all, awakened people are also human beings.
The aftermath of the explosion finally subsided, and a trace of steam came out of 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.
"Target dies and escapes..."
"I'm injured and need repairing."
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 there were some explosives hidden in the room, he could not be sure whether the guy suspected of being an android was killed.
He must leave here immediately.
What a pity for that woman named Serite.
Although she had to be careful with the dagger she hid under her pillow, Rhine could be sure that she was a good woman.
"The inner city...weapon controllers should be in the inner domain..." Withdrew to another nearby street, he looked towards the direction of the inner city, gritted his teeth, and murmured to himself with a sinister expression.
, "You have to find a way to get in."
······
History always moves forward through countless coincidences.
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 Boulder City 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 Malvern family crowded at the gate of the inner city.
They should have gone in long ago, but at this moment a very serious problem occurred - Alyssa, the youngest 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 that was 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 it, 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 already.
His father 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, but it was a pity that they lost.
That man does have a kind side, but people here seem to have selectively forgotten how the alliance's settlements came about.
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 Bonnie's arms, 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 the newspaper again."
Gently patting her best friend's back, Bonnie comforted her softly.
"I have asked my brother to help you find her. It will be fine."
Her brother's name is Russell, the commander of the 2,000-man team, and is currently leading troops outside to maintain order. After learning the news, he has already detached a team of 100 people to search for Alyssa's whereabouts, saying that he will do whatever it takes to find Alyssa.
The price was paid to bring her back safely.
Bonnie believes that everything will be fine.
No matter it's Alyssa.
It's enough for 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 - more courageous 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.
Do you want to 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 the angry and frightened Ji Xiu, 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 towards 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 pale, and he could no longer say anything to find Alyssa. He even lost the courage to look back.
That was a hurdle that he could never overcome.
Of course he will not forget those people, and he has also thought about giving them some compensation, but how can he make up for it when everyone is dead?
no solution anymore.
It's okay to build another outer city to make your life better, right? Just think of it as... Lord Jixiu's charity.
Moreover, I heard that Gr is something that can make everyone live a good life. It does not have a lot of problems like bargaining chips, and it does not even require central banks and banks... He doesn't quite understand the underlying principles of that thing, but he is willing to
Bring this new gadget back and let everyone use it.
But it seems too late to say this now.
When he saw the lovely Alyssa disappearing, along with the doll he handed to her, Ji Xiu finally felt a hint of fear.
How will those people who hate him and hate them treat 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 contempt and he spoke word by word.
"You should really listen to your father more. Idiots like you shouldn't come back here. You and Alyssa are both idiots. You are an idiot in another sense. Do you have to say this out loud!?
"
"You, a loser, should stay in Ideal City and daydream about you, while she should go to the Alliance and live the miserable life she dreams of."
He grabbed the boy's collar, his expression twisted.
"Follow me."
"If you don't want to die."
······
In the dark and messy alleys, there are icicles under the eaves, and unswept piles cover the bumpy road, almost covering the edge of your boots.
Stumbling around in the alley, Alyssa's eyes were filled with helplessness, hesitation and uneasiness. Her red right hand was so cold that she held the doll tightly, and her small mouth opened and closed to reveal the white room.
"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-hearted mercenary would find it for her.
If she were discovered now, she might really die...
Time goes back to an hour ago.
The inner city alarm sounded, 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.
That was a gift her father bought for her at the celebration.
She subconsciously pushed aside the snow and picked it up from the ground. However, 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 scream was like cotton wool thrown into the fire, not even a wisp of burnt green smoke.
No one could see it, but the fire was still burning more and more fiercely.
Towering buildings blocked the inner city, and she didn't dare to stop, so she could only wander around in the alleys, and ended up in dead ends several times.
The familiar Boulder City suddenly seemed strange, 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. Obviously, these alleys were not far from her home.
But he never went in once.
But there was no time to think about those things. Alyssa walked forward helplessly while sobbing silently.
Even she was not sure whether this was the direction leading to the inner city.
Just like the angry people who weren't sure if they were doing the right thing, the survivors throughout the settlement were going crazy uncontrollably.
Especially when the gunfire rang out, everything changed. No one even took care of the burning house.
People no longer put out fires, they even wish that the fires would burn even brighter. It would be better to burn everything down and start all over again.
There was 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'm not a resident of the inner city! You've got the wrong person. I... I'm just a clerk working in a bank."
The bearded man smiled, his face as cold as the ice and snow.
"Bank? That's not a good place."
Soon someone echoed and shouted.
"Bank... I usually hate you the most!"
"Aren't you quite capable? What are you afraid of? Haha."
The woman knelt in the snow with a majestic face and begged.
"No... no... please let me go and go find those real nobles."
"You said you are not a noble man 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 the Death Claw, right?"
He is a mercenary.
There was no mistaking what the Deathclaw's hide 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 shouted 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, laugh at her jokes, make fun of her, and 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 the process wouldn't be too long...
Some people watch in silence, and even most people are silent. Conscience still exists in the hearts of most people, but they also hesitate.
Why?
Why are they the ones who endure it?
The noble master never showed mercy when he bullied them. Now they finally mustered up the courage to set a fire, but they have to worry about it getting too hot?
Why!
There were more dirty words.
"Haha, I heard that the clothes of nobles are made of Mo Zhongsi!"
"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 really have the wrong person. Aristocrats don't work in banks. 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 going to happen 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! Rufu!"
The bearded man was still trying to argue, but he really couldn't think of how to express himself, so he could only hold back a sentence.
"But Bol will never take action against an unfortunate person! 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 around 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 has a pair of smart eyes and she will become an outstanding person.
She understands their anger.
But they are crossing the line, this chaos is getting out of control, and reckless people are getting hurt. If this continues, they will become real Jing disciples!
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 irreversible.
"you···"
Alyssa mustered up the courage and prepared to say something while people could still hear her voice. However, 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 aggressively.
"Alyssa! The youngest 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 shouts 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 no longer trembled.
Like a dead person who cannot move...
······
At the militia station, people's hearts are floating.
Since just now, there has been no news about the 1,000-man team, and Captain Weilun is said to be missing.
There are rumors that they were dispersed because the ladylike guy raised the gun an inch too high. These people should not be merciful. Others said that some soldiers surrendered to the survivors and stood with them.
Because his family is inside.
Others say that the alliance distributed weapons to them, and those LD-47 and RPG rocket launchers are the best 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 easy-to-use 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 were 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 I live with day and night."
"Those people want Sperger."
"I just need to tell them! He's just a poor guy!"
"But Inner City refused to hand him over. I heard that Inner City didn't know where he went, otherwise they would have given him up long ago."
"How is that possible! There are only a few exit doors in the entire settlement, how could he just evaporate?"
"I guess he is dead, but I don't think it's that simple... You know, those gentlemen usually do it very secretly, making a person disappear without letting him make a sound."
"What 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 Xiu is back. I kept seeing him wandering around the door some time ago."
The young man was talking excitedly when the companion next to him suddenly pulled him and pointed in the direction of the entrance of the camp.
Seeing the centurion walking 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 to bring his equipment and head to the assembly point as quickly as possible. Realizing that there might be a major mission, he did not 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 little daughter of the Malvern family is lost. Take your people and set off immediately. No matter what the cost, you must bring her back safely."
Joey stood up straight.
"What if someone stops me?"
Russell stared into his eyes and repeated word for word.
"I said, no matter what the price is!"
"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 home.
No matter what, we cannot let that group of thugs and the robbers mixed with the thugs destroy the two centuries of achievements 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 have lost a resident, a little girl who is not tall. She is the same age as your daughter. Now we are going to bring her back and bring her to her parents."
"Her photos have been sent to your terminals, and the reconnaissance drone has gone to the target area to search."
"Approved to use all light and heavy firepower weapons."
"At any cost, bring her back safely!"
After 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 First Thousand.
With fighting intent burning in their eyes, they answered sonorously and forcefully.
"yes!"
······
There was snow and wind on the streets of the outer city.
The conference hall in the inner city was also noisy.
The survivors holding black cards started arguing.
"There are too many chips circulating in the market! We must find a way to take back some of it! Let the excess liquidity flow to where it should go!"
"Haha, if you take back some of it, who will take it from?"
"As we all know, those poor people have no money left to exploit. We can't turn their accounts into negative territory."
"Give up, this is a stupid deal. We might as well think of a solution from our neighbor. While we can still fight, fuck him and all the problems will be solved!"
"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 the airspace of Qingquan City for a long time..."
A bearded guy suddenly knocked on the table and stood up, shouting.
"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, and he was quickly hit with a leather shoe on the face. When he staggered back and sat back, he was kicked by the nobleman next to him.
Chips void?
Crazy!
The people with the most leverage are sitting here!
Listening to those noisy voices, Sid yawned lazily, not wanting to listen to the quarrels of those disrespectful guys.
He only focused on two things at the moment.
One is the watch and the other is the disk.
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 stupid poor guys 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 device behind the 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 coin 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, restrained his greed, and silently recited the summarized formula in his heart.
"When others are fearful, I am greedy; when others are greedy, I retreat."
This formula doesn't rhyme very well.
But it works!
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! He can even buy the alliance next door!
"How about using S coins," he hummed jokingly in a voice that only he could hear, "The younger son of the Malvern family is quite smart, and he has learned some good things."
the other side.
After settling his mother and brother, Warfield appeared in the conference room solemnly on behalf of his father and his family.
Although he is very worried about the safety of his father and sister, now is the moment of life and death, and he must be like a pillar to support this crumbling house.
If the skin is gone, how will the hair be attached?
If Boulder City ceased to exist, his two warm and beautiful families would undoubtedly fall apart along with it.
While there is nothing else he can do now, he must do something!
The time for the meeting to start has arrived long ago.
Chatter and bickering were part of the meeting.
Some people noticed Warfield, who was said to be Malvern's favorite successor, and inquired about his father's whereabouts.
"Where is your father Malvern?"
Warfield stood up and said.
"He went to the Alliance to seek help."
The nobleman laughed out loud.
"Looking for help? I don't think he ran away!"
"He will not 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 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 has been holding us back! As long as you eat and look good, there will be no one outside.
There are so many lunatics 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 stared at him.
"You! You want to say it's our fault?"
The other nobles also looked slightly unkind.
The ones who ate the most were definitely Malvern and Sid. Although they ate some themselves, they definitely didn’t eat as much as this group of people, and they wouldn’t bear this for these stingy people for no reason.
Big pot!
"My father 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 most critical point.
It's time, 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 also breathed a sigh of relief.
There are still many methods.
He had read the books his father gave 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.
You will regain your vitality.
Then they 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 reserves and uses 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 instead put them on the same front.
partner.
At least they have a consensus on "ending the wasteland era".
As long as his methods 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 have been there all along, as if he had never left for a moment.
"...You are about the same age, and you are in the prime of your life." The old man gave his evaluation in a straightforward manner, without any praise or 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 it 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 of chips.
After all, most of them are more common in black and white with a crown. To make people kneel on the ground and kiss their leather shoes, just one is enough.
Looking at those familiar yet unfamiliar eyes, the old man spoke slowly, as if imitating someone's tone.
"It can replace currency."
"Later someone refuted him and said that children in the future will regard 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. Not only did they learn to make toys for themselves, they also learned to invent new toys."
The old man seemed to be telling stories from long, long ago.
Warfield's eyebrows furrowed even more tightly.
"what do you want to say in the end?"
Unlike his good temper, some nobles were impatient and started banging on the table and yelling loudly.
"Where are the guards?"
"Get this old thing out of here!"
"Check if he has a black card! Ask him how he got in!"
However, 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 away, his pale hair turned black again, became younger, and finally slowly turned into Fang Ming's appearance.
It was only then that 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 his chair again and cursed in a low voice.
"Damn it, what are you doing... you're just pretending to be a ghost!"
It turns out to be Fang Ming!
Including the pug named House, the entire Boulder City survivors followed his lead, and the militia members 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 idealists a long time ago believed that as long as the AI is named after the city lord, this survivor colony will never have such a thing as a "master".
But those old fools are obviously not very smart, and they like to deceive themselves and others. It would be 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 would be best equipped with the functions of a frying pan and an oven, and could also chew up medium-rare steaks for them and feed them into their mouths.
If they have a refrigerator.
Boulder City does produce some refrigerators, but most of them are sold to the Alliance, and 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 they only have lines of logically rigorous code and disciplines that must not be violated.
Maybe I'm just sorry.
That person told it personally that they were all his continuation, but the eternal it could not see any trace of him in them.
"...He gave you the best 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······"
"Blasphemy."
"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 already wrote it for him at the beginning.)