After coming back from the hell gate, Sperger felt like he was a changed person and suddenly had a new understanding of life and death.
He was undoubtedly a coward in the past. The wasteland was 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.
It's best to do what you want to do as early as possible.
To meet the person you want to see, you may not have to wait until next spring...
Vault 404's browsing room.
Sitting in front of the league managers, Sperger looked embarrassed. 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 as if they had been soaked in water, staining the floor here.
Seeing Sperger constantly changing his sitting position, Chu Guang couldn't help laughing.
"Don't be nervous, do I look scary?"
"That's not true... I'm afraid of soiling your sofa, sir." Sperger scratched his head and whispered, "I haven't washed my clothes for a few days, and they were worn when I was in prison.
of."
Chu Guang suggested.
"The gym next door has a shower room, you can take a shower first."
"Thank you... This is a great suggestion, but let's wait a while." Sperger took out a letter from his arms, placed it cautiously on the coffee table, and gently pushed it in front of Chu Guang, "Miss Alyssa has to
After you know the destination of my trip, please ask me to bring you a letter."
Alyssa?
Chu Guang had a good impression of that smart little girl.
I remember she was Malvern's daughter, and we met her once 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 light fragrance.
The letter described the current drastic changes taking place in Boulder City, explained the commitments and demands of the new authorities in Boulder City, and sincerely expressed the hope of obtaining help from the alliance.
[We agree with the alliance’s concept of material equality. Authoritarian trends will be eradicated from our society. We will formulate a new law that everyone must abide by from now on. We are willing to make some changes and are willing to abolish the
What do the people on the land do to fight for the ideal of ending the Wasteland Era? I hope that in this new era, we can join you, or at least become a partner to fight alongside you.】
[We also sincerely ask you to lend a helping hand and help us.]
In addition, Alyssa also wrote in the letter that since the chips were invalid, all the debts borrowed by Mr. Manager based on his ability were also written off...
Chu Guang couldn't help but smile after reading it.
On the one hand, it was because of Alyssa's cunningness when she mentioned the debt in her letter, and on the other hand, she was surprised by her growth.
It seems that in just two months, a lot of things have really happened in the alliance's neighbors.
If it were Malvern, he would probably play the chip-denominated debt as a bluffing economic card. In fact, the old man has already done this, and the result is that the alliance has prepared the principal and interest for the next five or even ten years.
If you want chips, we will give you chips.
But Alyssa is different from her father and 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 expense of self-harm.
Rather, it expresses the stance of the new authorities in Boulder City - they want to break away from the past and embrace the ideal of equality in a true sense.
Except for those who are keen to harm others and themselves, no one will help them get through this difficult time, let alone the alliance's declarations.
"What a big deal... More than 3.5 billion in debt will be forgiven. If we don't do anything, it will look stingy."
Chu Guang smiled and folded the letter without revealing it, looked at Siberg and continued.
"When you go back, please bring us a message and we will help."
Sperger said with a sheepish smile.
"Sorry for your trouble."
Chu Guang shook his head.
"Whatever happened, we are all descendants of the People's League, not to mention we are so close together."
In fact, he is already doing it.
The more than two hundred players who had stayed in Boulder City were not just watching the excitement and broadcasting it to the official website.
The residents of the shelter have their own discipline and moral values. When they see the mercenaries causing trouble, the plunderers will not just sit back and watch.
However, most of the chaos was indeed solved by the people of Boulder City themselves, and the players did not stand in 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 of the nobles. To say what role the alliance played, it was probably that it used economic means to disintegrate the control of the nobles over all classes, which is equivalent to a gun in a gun.
The bullets were surrendered.
The chips handed out by the old man have turned into waste. The soldiers do not want to fight for the old man, and the workers do not want to work for the old man. Everyone would rather believe in a fictional and abstract Bohr than believe anything House says.
talk.
And the masters were not as smart as the slaves imagined. Not only did they make mistakes frequently, but they also lit the powder keg for fun again and again, causing most of the citizens caught in the middle to fall to one side of the outer city.
This revolution has been won before it even begins. What is missing is 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 whole street red.
Judging from the player's rebroadcast on the forum, there was no vicious violence that night.
Some of them were discovered and stopped by the players, but more tragedies 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 succeed for once.
After they had enough of the torture of darkness, they finally joined hands to light the fire to dispel the darkness. This change is both a miracle with a probability of less than 1%, and an inevitable occurrence 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 still the graceful handwriting, but it has a little more excitement and lightness.
[Thank you for your encouragement! If it weren’t for your words, I would not have been brave enough to stand up at that time!]
[Alyssa will definitely live up to your expectations and become a better person!]
My heart suddenly tightened.
Looking at the sunny words, Chu Guang was slightly stunned,
He looked at Sperger and said seriously:
"Can you tell me your story?"
Sperger was stunned for a moment, then nodded.
"no problem……"
That's how everyone in the Workers' Association asked him to do it.
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 by the "surrender faction" in the inner city until late at night amid the deafening shouts of the people.
He had not personally experienced those miraculous hours before nightfall, but everyone in the Workers' Association told him about them.
Including that they almost abandoned their bottom line in silence and became accomplices of the thugs, and that the little girl named Alyssa's sincere apology reminded them of their program - Bol's words and deeds.
The militia group was unexpectedly able to fight when facing the mercenaries, but when facing the compatriots, they raised their guns... This was completely different from the predicted results he saw in the screening room, and even the opposite.
Obviously, Mr. Fang Ming's calculations took into account the ugliness of human nature.
But in the model it derived, there seemed to be only the ugly part.
It’s not to blame. @精品_书馆…j_h_s_s_d_c_o_mFirst.Posted.Updated.Updated~~
After all, in the past century and a half, mankind has shown almost only its ugly side, and it has become increasingly uglier in an observable trend, getting further and further away from the original inhabitants who created it.
However, the complexity of people is that people are not something that can be defined by a few simple "labels".
Those militiamen who had never been on the battlefield were not real soft-footed shrimps. The ones who ran away with their tails between their legs were Weilun wearing power armor.
The teams of ten and hundreds of people who were sent to the city to carry out the orders put their lives and courage on the line when they learned that they were carrying out just orders. And when they carried out some 'unconventional' orders, they would also feel
Undecided.
Especially the centurion named Joey.
His family members were all held as 'hostages' in the inner city.
However, when he saw Alyssa with her arms open, he finally made a choice from the standpoint of a 'human being' and decided to 'bring victory and glory to his children'.
Instead of letting your choice become a story that you are ashamed to mention, and let yourself become a speechless shame for the children.
Sperger simply stated what he saw 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 seen yet.
"...To be honest, not to mention Mr. Fang Ming, I also thought that Boulder City was definitely hopeless, but the outcome of the matter surprised me. Maybe it was just like I saw a green-haired man in a certain 'ending'
The girl 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 this, Sperger 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 accomplished self-salvation, but he was still more frightened.
He just said it casually at the time, but he didn't expect that he almost killed a kind 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 tightrope with bottomless cliffs on both sides.
That is the abyss of human nature.
If there were no workers' newspaper, no workers' union, and no Bohr's story, and if we didn't even have something that could barely be regarded as a platform, or if the guy with the pen in front of us could write more casually, tragedy might have already occurred.
Chu Guang couldn't help but sweat for her.
It's a miracle she survived...
Of course, she is not the only miracle.
If Fang Ming didn't take action, the guy named Sberg in front of him would definitely die in prison. To be rewarded by two inhumane masters at the same time, and to be fished out by an AI that awakened to 'humanity', this is
It's simply your luck to win the jackpot by buying a lottery ticket.
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 current leader?" Chu Guang asked the question he was most concerned about.
Sperger shook his head.
"Not yet... Some people have proposed following the example of Ideal City and setting up a council without a chairman. This can be regarded as continuing the ideal of the first generation residents that 'Boulder City has no living city lord', but we always feel that Ideal City's approach is not suitable for us.
It’s not time yet.”
"Your intuition is right," Chu Guang nodded and continued, "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... But Joey felt that it was not a good idea to let people from the militia be the city leaders. He felt that there were opportunists hiding in his team. So, we didn't
I decided to set up a crisis office first, finalize the constitution, and then slowly transition to the new authorities."
When he said this, Sperger said embarrassedly.
"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 of the ideal city is poison to most wastelanders except themselves, but the alliance's "survivors unite" is just right for the reborn Stone City.
We are only twenty or thirty kilometers apart, so it would be too difficult to tell each other apart.
However, the basket the residents of the inner city are pushing is too big. Now they are like poor beggars, and they are really embarrassed to ask us to live in the same house with you.
Looking at the anxious Siberg, Chu Guang also had mixed feelings in his heart.
He originally only thought of digging a corner of the wall, but he didn't expect to dig the entire wall.
certainly.
He definitely won't leave them alone.
Let alone 500,000 people, let alone 5 million people. As long as they actively embrace progressive ideas and don't rush in and mess up the player community and him, 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.
A place where survivors huddle together for warmth.
Chu Guang looked at Sberg with a smile, "We welcome you to join the big family of the Alliance. You have made a break with the past. We are very happy to have another comrade on the front line to end the Wasteland Era."
Sberg looked at him in surprise.
"You agree?"
He never forgot what he said, and here it is...
"welcome!"
Chu Guang nodded.
"But we won't let you join us immediately. You are a settlement of half a million people. We need a stable transition time. 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 City will be filled with looters."
"Not just the looters, but also the wave in the coming year. 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," Sperger 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 the inevitable result of countless coincidences.
After a pause, Chu Guang looked at him seriously and said.
"I will give you a copy of our laws, and you can ask for your opinions to make some additions. In addition, I will send some specialists to help you. Among them are staff from homeless homes and experts from shelters.
…They can help you solve some real problems.”
"Thank you so much!" Sperger scratched the back of his head and said sheepishly, "By the way...we still have to choose a person who can make decisions. This is also our consensus. How about you make the decision?"
"You can decide this kind of thing for yourself. The alliance only makes macro-level planning to ensure that the laws of the alliance are implemented in accordance with the charter in each settlement, as well as the military security of each settlement, etc...
Looking at the anxious Siberg, Chu Guang smiled and continued.
"Actually, you don't need to ask for my opinion. You have done a good job so far. You can take the last step and choose a new city lord by yourself."
"Of course, if the new city lord does not do a good enough job or betrays our ideals, I will not hesitate to remove him."
If a group of born slaves wins, Chu Guang will not give them the power to decide their own destiny. After all, it will become a power game. He will not even agree to let them join the alliance at all.
Like lions and honey badgers, it is their destiny to follow the alliance as collaborators. They will wake up when they figure it out.
However, the survivors of Boulder City were still saved after all. They completed their own redemption and took the initiative to close down the man-eating casino.
There is a high probability that this kind of miracle will not happen.
But now that it has happened, it should be allowed to continue.
The first generation residents of Boulder City said that Boulder City had no living lord, so we should respect the wishes of those great people.
Sberg was a little regretful, but felt that what Chu Guang said made sense, and it could also settle 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 one for them.
The new master.
Unexpectedly, the alliance didn't care at all about who among them stood up as a representative, and it never thought about being the boss and riding 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, but 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 complete the reorganization of the Boulder City Militia. From now on, the salaries of those militiamen will be paid by the Alliance's Logistics Department."
In fact, silver coins are 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 Mr. Fang Ming, is it really gone?"
He remembered that Fang Ming told him that he was going to stay on the north bank of Linghu Lake for a while and spend his last time there.
The Rock Building collapsed this morning.
It is undoubtedly gone.
Seeing the reluctance in Sberg's eyes, Chu Guang thought for a while and slowly said:
"My assistant told me that he had no regrets when he left, and he is very happy that you have reached an ending he never imagined.
"If you don't want to disappoint that gentleman, then take the memory of it and continue walking towards the new era."
"That's what you said...we can't always expect the city lord to solve all problems." When he said this, Sberg seemed to be relieved.
Looking at the worker who stood up to leave, Chu Guang suddenly remembered something and called him out.
"By the way, I said I would take you to try on my equipment."
He almost forgot such an important thing!
Sperger, who stopped in his tracks, 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 very happy to be able to talk to 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...come with 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 is 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 as tall as him, 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."
"receive!"
Chu Guang was stunned for a moment, then slapped the back of his head.
"I almost forgot...Xiao Qi, increase the engine output of the armor." Xiao Qi's answer came to his ears.
"receive!"
As the electricity generated by cold fusion poured into various parts of the armor, Sberg, wearing the power armor, was finally able to move.
Although he moves a little clumsily, like a drunkard.
Looking at him like this, Chu Guang couldn't help but think of the time when he had just gotten the power armor from Vault 17, and he felt nostalgic in his heart.
Since his breakthrough, he has basically switched to the most power-saving unpowered mode, relying on his body's power to drive the armor.
After arriving, he has basically become accustomed to the weight of the power armor, and he can walk freely even if the power is not turned on at all.
Fang Ming turned into a human in the end.
Come out of this tin can.
And 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, Siberg moved 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... Sberg 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, and maybe Bol wearing power armor will not be his opponent.
Chu Guang patted Siberg's shoulder gently, laughed and said:
"So it turns out that the Awakened can defeat powered armor. Take this news back and tell your co-workers."
"That title of yours is not an exaggeration at all!"
Boulder City.@essence_bookstorej_h_s_s_d_c_o_m…No. Wrong. First post~~
In the square at the junction of the inner city and the outer city, a group of gray-headed people stood.
They are all inner-city residents with black cards.
Outside them, a group of armed militiamen surrounded them.
It is worth mentioning that Weilun, the captain of the 1,000-man team, was found.
This coward wore power armor and hid in a warehouse in the outer city, blocking 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 locator.
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 location 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 beg for forgiveness.
When Zhao Yongxu, the leader of the militia regiment, fled, he died at the hands of mercenaries who were interested in his property.
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 as pale as dirt.
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 this side, and remained silent without answering. Suddenly he raised his hand and slapped her hard in the face.
"Snapped……!"
Alyssa's head was already buzzing after not sleeping all night, so this slap knocked her unconscious, and she fell sideways, sitting on the ground in a daze.
Warfield was quickly pinned to the ground by two militiamen. A furious Joey went up and kicked him, cursing the coward.
Warfield, who was pushed to the ground, seemed not to have seen him.
He spat at Alyssa, and his face oozing with blood twisted into a ball.
"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 couldn't help but shed tears again in his eyes.
But she didn't cry.
"Brother, you are crazy! She is your sister..." Ji Xiu stared at his brother angrily. He went up to help Alyssa up from the ground, but was held tightly by his mother beside him.
Grace shook her head and gave her youngest son a pleading look.
She didn't know why either.
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 only one survives.
I hope those people will just shoot her and not do anything unnecessary
"That's enough! Do you want to beat people to death?"
A loud voice scolded the militiamen who beat up Warfield.
Lovett strode to the side of the bruised and bruised 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 feels that 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 that."
"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.
Someone seemed to have 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 are going to kill you, it will 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 shoot you with a gun. Although I bet
, people like you must take what you say as fart, but we are not you."
Warfield's mouth was swollen like a sausage, and he looked at the man with beards blankly, as if he had lost his soul.
Lovett paused and continued.
"We have a program, it can't be called perfect, but we do what we say. We just want a new start, then we just want a start."
"We will confiscate your ill-gotten gains. After all, they were 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 huddled poor guy, Lovett said contemptuously.
"These fists should be used as a lesson. You beat others on the street, and in front of the guards. According to the crisis management regulations, we should whip you."
He helped Alyssa up and asked the doctor to take her to rest. Then he took a loudspeaker and walked to the residents of the inner city.
he shouted in a loud voice.
"Dwellers of the inner city, listen up!"
"This is a joint decision made by the militia, the workers' association and the crisis office. Now you have two choices."
"One is to take the initiative to confess your property in Boulder City, voluntarily 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 or outer city.
The difference!」
"Or, if you can't trust us, then get out of here with your luggage 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 thieves slip out and either pay a fine or pay a new
serving prison time!"
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...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, frivolity 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 helplessly as the S coins were liquidated instantly, and he was too frightened to go there.
He hid in bed, shivering in the darkness until dawn rose the next day, and then heard about his father's death from his mother...
Perhaps his father was the real 'smart man' who had gone far away with that 'glorious' era and returned to accompany his ancestors.
He himself should 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.
"Give them a damn, they're a bunch of cowards!"
Lovett shrugged.
"I understand how you feel, but you should also think about the residents of the outer city who are hiding 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 became hostages," Lovett looked at him and corrected him. "They were once accomplices of the nobles in the inner city, or they licked Grandpa Stephen's leather shoes and whips. Otherwise, why would they
Were they able to hide in at that time? Could it be that I rewarded them out of kindness?"
The electrician stopped talking. Thinking about it, he felt that it made sense. Logic is never one-sided, but has both 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 in line
Incomplete, keeping silent while watching the atrocities committed by Mr. Stephen... is enough. In fact, we are not absolutely good people. We have also been silent, and we even almost became them."
"We have eliminated all Stephen Masters, and they have become our ghosts now. 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, both nutritional creams and cakes!
The things that really exist in the world have nothing to do with reality or fairy tales, it's just the quantity.
However, if you want the sweetness of cake and the filling of nutritional cream, that is a truly unrealistic fairy tale.
In the end, they can only choose between crossing the line and not crossing the line. They cross the line but do not cross the line, or have a choice to cross the line. These are all unrealistic delusions.
Boll has countless chances to become Sir Stephen, and he has a lot of strength, but he only has one chance to become Boll.
Lovett knew a lot of things that Alyssa didn't know.
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.
The reasons on our side.
It is not that there are no bad guys in their team. Those people took advantage of the riot and robbed some residents, but after most of them found out that these residents were poor people like themselves, they let them go without laughing or laughing. This is how those who mutinied came into being.
Soldiers and the ultimate union.
The Workers' Association said on the radio that the past events would be wiped out and they would keep their promise.
The militia group didn't speak, but that didn't mean the soldiers couldn't see. There was a hint of vigilance in the eyes staring at them.
The soldiers supported the settlement of old scores with the nobles. They didn't like those nobles and didn't mind turning a blind eye.
But this kind of thing can only happen once and for all, so when does it end?
Do you want to count them too?
In any case, this is not a good signal for them. Once there is a crack in trust, it will brew a greater disaster.
Lovett remembers every word he said.
They want to establish a law that everyone will abide by and completely separate from the past. From now on, everyone will live in the sunshine of the new era and be wary of this settlement turning into 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.
"Melvin, he brought five trucks of food and daily necessities, which he probably 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, his eyes 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 doubt and was convinced
After completing the liquidation of the residents of the inner city, the drastic changes in Boulder City had come to an 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.
Among them were men, women, children and the elderly. Some were found on the street, and some were dragged out of alleys.
In addition to mourning deeply, it seems that all people can do is to engrave this painful memory on their tombstones and carry on with their memory.
At this time, someone suddenly suggested that Boulder City is so short of food now that we should do something more thorough and let them truly become a part of our body.
This is a terribly ugly and bad idea, but from a practical point of view, this settlement of more than half a million people does not seem to have much choice.
The slime mold fruiting bodies 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 predators are the people who went crazy in the wasteland.
They have not become new masters.
But at this moment, he is facing the danger of becoming 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 twenty or thirty kilometers away from them.
Just when people were hesitating whether to send their dead compatriots into the nutritional ointment conversion furnace, a piece of amazing good news suddenly came from outside the giant wall gate——
The Alliance is coming!
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