The news of the great victory of the Wilderness Freemen's successful raid on Farm No. 8 in the Northern Agricultural Zone was reported back to the streets that night.
By the next day, this had become a hot news in every bar in the streets of the city. As the news spread, "Chicha Beer" also spread. It was said that a large number of young girls were rescued by people in the wilderness that night.
The Iron Edge Bar in St. Manga District, the Good Bondi Bar in the big house, the Five Hundred Flea Bar in the small flea area...
At the bar counters with different decoration styles, drinkers from all walks of life were pushing glasses and laughing.
"We friends in the wilderness are so fierce. We don't play tricks every time."
"A few days after the riots in Hexiang District, this happened again in the agricultural area. This winter has started really well."
"I heard that all those girls are very beautiful, and they are not as beautiful as those who got plastic surgery."
"I want to go to the wilderness. There are so many beauties there now."
"To the free men of the wilderness!"
In Jianggu District, some families with missing daughters became excited because of this street news.
Some people immediately went to the Metropolitan Police Department to inquire about the situation and whether there was a new direction in the investigation of the disappearance; some people were already disappointed and even hostile to the Metropolitan Police Department, knowing that it was useless to look for those policemen, but they did not know who else to look for.
The media is of no use either. The most they can do is publish a missing person notice.
But as to whether there is a connection behind these disappearances and what the truth is, no media dares to dig deeper and report on it. The media in Streamer City are all controlled by banks.
The media asked them to contact the Metropolitan Police Department. The Metropolitan Police Department has been investigating and investigating...
Several pairs of parents gathered together on the bustling streets of Jianggu, holding large photos of their missing daughters and shouting like madmen at passers-by in an attempt to attract people's attention.
"A farm in an agricultural area, where our daughter is!"
"They were kidnapped, help us!"
"Our daughter's name is McKinney. She is only sixteen years old. Help her!"
But office workers and passers-by passed by in a hurry, and very few people would say "I can't help you." Most of them lowered their heads, reading messages on pagers or reading newspapers, and paid no attention to them.
They still have to go to work and work overtime. They are very tired and have no time to care about other people's affairs.
They don't want to get into any trouble, as one trouble can ruin their lives. They are not street dogs, and they have to work hard for their families and themselves, to take a step forward and live a better life in this city.
Disappearances, farms, and Chicha beer are none of their business.
Soon, the troublemaking parents were detained by the Metropolitan Police Department police who arrived, and were taken away in a police car.
The streets of this Jianggu area returned to normal, with people coming and going on the zebra crossing at the intersection, and no one glanced at anyone else.
…
Night falls once again on this dazzling metropolis.
The high-rise buildings in the central area are shining with all kinds of neon lights. The headquarters building of Santo TV has a huge holographic image projected into the starless night sky. The popular idol group "Light Speed Girls" introduces the latest laptop computers with laughter.
They wore cute group uniforms, had youthful smiles, and looked very innocent.
At the luxurious Panorama Hotel on Acropolis Hill, you can see clearly from the large balcony of this top-notch ballroom.
The banquet hall was bustling with excitement. It was a fashionable dinner with many fashion designers and supermodels in attendance.
But they are all just guests. The hosts are some young blood eaters, some boys and girls who have not yet become extraordinary beings, and some inferior products without extraordinary talents.
These young talents from the banking consortium walked around the banquet hall with these celebrities in the fashion industry, drinking and laughing.
Winter has arrived, and the spring and summer fashion shows for the coming year will be held. Not only will there be designers and models from Streamer City, but also from Angel City, Newland City and other places to hold fashion conferences and catwalk shows.
"I think the popular color for next spring and summer will be black. The depth of the night is very representative."
"Bell-bottom pants are out of fashion, and jeans are too ordinary. Skinny pants or wide-leg pants, that's the question."
"Leather pants? Leather pants are too street-friendly. We can't wear them."
Sid Red wore a wide-shouldered formal suit and wide-leg pants, and talked with several fashion designers about the trends for the coming year.
Mainly because she was talking about her opinions, and her clothes today also expressed her attitude. At this time, several designers nodded after hearing this. Of course, leather pants are not good. Leather pants do not belong to this circle.
What is the popular color and how to style garden clothing? It is never a simple design here.
Among those who were invited to attend and prepared to eat blood, there were also several girls with potential special disabilities.
It's no secret that they have attended Elizabeth's charity dinner before. Angel Sterling has obviously made a decision, but they who haven't yet can still be won over by Elizabeth.
Today, Sid Reiko invited them here, which was both a fight for and a blow to Elizabeth.
If you really become a disabled person, a disabled person like Elizabeth and Angel...
On such a night and such an occasion, there is no place for them anymore.
Charlotte Sterling and Karen Oliver were among them at this time, holding red wine glasses, as if they were preparing to eat blood.
They looked no different from other girls like Bethy Redco who had always been determined to become blood eaters. They were listening to Sid Redco's talk and occasionally laughed along with them.
Sid can be said to be a blood-eater template for young people of her generation, and her sister gang is very powerful.
"Of course street leather pants won't do." Besty Reco said immediately, "Just like Angel is wearing too much now..."
Besty kept sarcastic tonight and even couldn't help scolding An Qi. The reason was very simple. She suffered several skin injuries from the explosion that day.
Charlotte Sterling was a little confused when she heard this. She happened to meet An Qi two days ago. An Qi was dressed in street clothes and didn't care about popular colors at all, but she looked quite handsome.
"Elizabeth!"
On the other side of the banquet hall, Qian Xingle was suddenly surprised to find a figure walking in from the door, and walked quickly.
As a passionate suitor of Elizabeth, he had not seen her for a while recently.
Although he donated some money to the House of Red Rain, as a defective product, after the war, Asahoshi, whose family belonged to the Santo Company, did not dare to show a high profile, let alone go to the streets to participate in Elizabeth's activities.
At this time, he saw Elizabeth wearing a military green coat and jeans, with medium-short red hair, and holding a long sword.
Even in such semi-street clothes, she had an elegant temperament and a rebellious demeanor, which really fascinated him.
"Elizabeth, you are so beautiful today." Qian Xingle stepped forward and praised her. This was definitely not a compliment.
But he was a little strange, why did she come to this party? She stopped attending such occasions a long time ago.
"Good evening." Elizabeth greeted back, her eyes scanning the crowd.
"It's been really cold these days. Do you have time? I'll invite you to a hot spring." Asahoshi said with a smile.
This is just an attempt. Qian Xingle doesn't have high expectations, but maybe Elizabeth will agree.
The hot spring he was talking about was, of course, going to Eden Lake. The hot spring lake there covers a vast area and is surrounded by beautiful scenery. Even if it is artificial, it is not comparable to the natural small pool in the hot spring resort.
"I came here for business today." Elizabeth strode away.
At the same time, people had already cast their gazes one after another, and they were all surprised. Everyone recognized that it was "Red-haired Liz".
Sid Red raised his eyebrows slightly, not remembering that he had invited Elizabeth to come.
But this party was not hosted by her alone, Lei Kuo had a share, and Seth also had a share.
Several sisters nearby also whispered in confusion: "Liz?" "What is she here for?" "What does she want to do?" "Isn't she supposed to be on the street?"
"Liz." Sid Ray called out, but the other party didn't respond and just walked straight past.
Elizabeth walked through the buzzing crowd and came to the middle of the banquet hall.
Standing in the middle, she looked around at these well-dressed men and women, talking about fashion and art.
Suddenly, Elizabeth shouted: "Good evening everyone, are you drinking Chicha!"
She is a three-programmer. When she summons up the strength to shout, her voice can clearly spread throughout the entire audience, blasting away all the buzzing sounds.
For a moment, the banquet hall fell silent, and all the faces were stunned, and their eyes were focused on the red-haired man.
What "Chicha Beer" is has been spread in the past two days.
But what Elizabeth Sterling wanted to say...
If ordinary people were causing trouble, security personnel would have gone to arrest them, but now they could only watch out for her actions.
"Liz!" Sid Reiko stopped shouting, and the young blood-eaters around him frowned.
They realized that it was not good, Elizabeth was not Angel, she was not the kind of person who dropped bombs casually and acted wildly.
Over there, Elizabeth said in a high voice:
"I don't see how Chicha is in the banking system's interest, let alone its best interest.
"The biggest benefit should be to minimize the cost of industrial assembly line beer. The machine can chew the beer from the human mouth faster, and the industrial enzymes are more accurate than human saliva. There will be no corresponding costs caused by those who mutilate young girls.
"After those girls left the farm, even if they went to Acropolis Mountain, Lake Eden, and became maids, lovers, and machines for cultivating extraordinary offspring, these goals can be achieved through formal recruitment, even if they are ritual sacrifices for carnival parties.
There is still a way with the least loss. Why pay so much cost to create a brewing girl?"
Elizabeth had already done a simple investigation, and as she said these words, her heart ached and burned.
Everyone's expressions changed even more, and Sid Reiko waved his hand for security to come forward to stop Elizabeth from talking any more.
It was the disabled man who seemed to be talking nonsense that made the blood eaters here feel a sense of danger.
Elizabeth! Qian Xingle is very anxious over there. Don't talk nonsense here, it will cause big trouble.
"Bloodeaters, as long as you are clear-headed, you will know that this is not the best interest."
Elizabeth turned to look at Sid Reiko and the others, as well as those who were preparing to eat blood and potential special obstacles. As for the few security personnel who came up, she slowly pulled out half of her sword, and they all stopped.
If there was a fight with her, the security guards would be responsible no matter what, so he hesitated.
"This is not the best interest, it is an act of bullying and plundering women to obtain primitive pleasure, which happens to be the side of human nature that only humans can enjoy.
"In a system that operates in the best interests of the community, Chicha has no place in the world."
Elizabeth looked at the blood-eaters who were speechless and holding wine glasses with their expressions darkened, and said loudly:
"As long as you drink Chicha beer, don't talk about the best interests. You are not blood eaters. You are not qualified to talk about capital. You are just the remnants of feudal slavery!"
Best interests and Chicha beer are two contradictory things.
Elizabeth looked around in the dead silence, speaking, retorting, if you don't speak, this will be your inner demon.
This is the big stone that hinders you from continuing to advance on the extraordinary path, and this is also my winning hand.
"Ha." Sid Leikuo stopped shouting for security and put a smile on his face. What a move...
Around them, whether it was Bethy Reiko or Charlotte Sterling, these pre-transcendents were also stunned.
Although they are not extraordinary yet, they have already received enough extraordinary lessons in school.
They understand it, the blood eaters understand it even more, and even inferior products like Qian Xingle understand it.
Elizabeth Sterling is grasping a problem and conducting an attack that is no less than a psychological attack.
This question, this kind of interrogation, will make the blood-eater who can't answer it feel confused and have a program error.
Because the extraordinary program relies on human nerves and personality to operate, every breakthrough requires a breakthrough in personality understanding.
"Best interests" is the core image of the blood-eater professional system. Blood-eaters are not butchers or executioners. They do not enjoy the fun of Chicha beer. They only care about profit in everything.
So why does Chicha beer exist?
Once the blood eaters fall into this problem and they don't believe it, obstacles will arise.
Perhaps the old blood eaters in the joint area have already been through, but these young blood eaters and those preparing to eat blood cannot get around it.
This problem must be solved.
At this moment, the whole place was silent. The blood-eaters could not speak, but those who were not extraordinary did not dare to say anything.
All the fashion designers and supermodels pretended that they had never heard this conversation.
But they couldn't help but worry about what trouble they might get into after hearing these words...
Thumb, thump, footsteps sounded, breaking the silence.
Elizabeth turned and walked out of the banquet hall. When passing by the group of girls who were not yet extraordinary, she stopped and looked at their stunned young faces. Charlotte and Karen were both there.
"You're just some purdah pets, another Chicha beer."
She said that she used to be the same, but not anymore.
"Open your eyes and take a look, take a look at the world, take a look at yourself, don't indulge in the appearance of a noble and innocent lady, don't leave yourself to others, it's very disgusting."
Elizabeth felt that the light of the same oath was shining in Charlotte, Karen and several other potentially disabled people.
She continued to walk, and when she passed Sid Lekuo, she kept walking and just said: "Checkmate."
She was going to the new World Bank building in the Central District to apply to the Union District to ban Chicha beer.
Of course, Elizabeth is also ready to face the thunderous fury of the Union Zone.
…
Something is spreading in the Acropolis Mountains, Eden Lake District, and Garden District.
Elizabeth Stirling went crazy and made such outrageous remarks at a fashionable dinner party held at the Panorama Hotel that the atmosphere at the venue was tense and the dinner ended early.
Originally, even so, her words could be completely suppressed, and no one outside the banquet would know about it.
But Elizabeth Sterling did more than that. She also sent out a large number of emails simultaneously that night, and discussions began to appear on the streets. I wonder if she assigned someone to spread them.
The problem of Chicha Beer in the best interest system was raised by her and turned into a huge wave.
…
It was this morning when Elizabeth walked into the new World Bank building in the central district after her complaint was given a chance to be discussed.
Judy followed as security and knew what Chicha was and what Miss Sterling was up to.
Something was increasingly shaking Judy's heart, but she still wanted to believe that "Chicha Beer" was not the bank's mother's original wish. It must not have been the case. It was some people below in the system that had caused corruption.
Holding the sword in hand, Elizabeth entered the smooth, bright, and quiet building, and then came to a communications conference room.
The marble floor was also smooth and bright. She stood in the middle of the conference room, surrounded by floor-to-ceiling visual screens connected into polygons, which displayed different electronically synthesized faces.
Most are men, but there are also a few women.
Behind these faces are the arbitrators of the United District, representing that side's will on this matter.
"Elizabeth Sterling, the Union District would like to hear an explanation for your behavior at the fashionable dinner."
A male electronic synthesizer sounded without any emotional fluctuations, like a most qualified blood eater.
"First of all, as a matter of personal sentiment, I don't like Chicha beer." Elizabeth said slowly.
She looked at those synthetic faces. She had experienced and grown a lot since the last time she faced them like this. Being able to stand here meant that she had done something.
"As far as the banking system and the blood-eater training system are concerned, I also think that Chicha beer should be banned. This kind of feudal privilege that is only for satisfying personal desires is damaging to the system. The joy of cruelty will eventually end in cruelty."
"You are trying to achieve your demands in a way that creates a bug in the Blood Eater program." The male synthesized voice said.
Elizabeth had already thought about why the Union District allowed her to exist.
This is indeed a system that has taken on a life of its own and is solid, with many considerations.
Including hedging, including changing forms to continue for thousands of generations, so it allows the reformists to exist.
"I told you last time that I am a reformist, and reforms sometimes burst. Even the United District needs to endure such bursts, because the United District may also have parts that need to be reformed."
Elizabeth spoke calmly and firmly, "An old system cannot see what the new system looks like. Only young reformers like me can. Sometimes I use some means to achieve my demands. It's not that I want to destroy it, it's innovation."
.”
The communication conference room fell silent, and those electronic faces seemed to be examining her and communicating.
After a while, the male synthesized voice sounded again:
“The Union District believes that your understanding of Chicha Beer is too one-sided.
"Chicha beer, this cruel pleasure you call it, is also a contract, a conclusion, a tool to divide classes, and it is also the place where class interests lie. Extraordinary people are always in the minority, and they like to drink Chicha beer the most. They drink the most Chicha beer.
It is not the group of blood eaters, but the municipal government and many people from all walks of life."
Elizabeth paused, her eyes twitching...
"Doesn't this mean there's something wrong with our system?" she asked. "This is an inefficient way."
"Elizabeth Sterling, you are doing something very dangerous. This is a warning to you."
The male synthesized voice added, "The Union District has decided that Chicha Beer will be cancelled, and there will be no new beer warehouse. But you might as well think about it, what will the new Chicha Beer be? The Union District believes that Chicha Beer will be cancelled."
There will be Chicha beer.”
Elizabeth couldn't help but laugh, and smiled in a bitter way.
Dangerous? I have always done dangerous things and will continue to do them.
I don’t care if you want Chicha beer, Cha Cha beer or any other wine, I think there will always be none!
"The Red Rain Group and the Metropolitan Police will solve the big case," she said. "It's time for some girls to return to their families."
"No, they will enter Acropolis Mountain, continue their previous positioning, and exert their final value." The male synthesized voice said, "This is the entire decision of the Union District on this matter."
Elizabeth was still smiling, and the anger in her heart was still burning.
Brutal joy will eventually end in brutality, and one day flames will burn throughout the city.
And those girls will be free eventually, they will.
…
The vast wilderness is also covered with winter colors, and the vegetation has withered, making it look even more desolate and desolate.
But when a huge truck drove by, the singing and the lively conversations in the carriage added to the vitality.
McKinnie stood by a window in the carriage and looked outside. This kind of wilderness scene was something she had never seen with her own eyes before. The girls around her also crowded around and looked around, talking excitedly.
After that night of escaping, they had been on the road for two more days. This was already their third day of escaping.
There are biscuits and bottled water in the car, and I get off the car several times a day to rest, and that's how it went these days.
"Where are we going?"
"Mr. Mask is a good person, he is very gentle..." Matsushima Oriko was saying.
"He is so kind to us." Critia also praised.
The man who rescued them was called "Mr. Mask" by them because he always wore a smiling mask.
They didn't know who he was or what he looked like, but the longer they spent time with him, the more they liked him.
McKinney was almost the same. She was worried at first, fearing that she would be captured by thieves just after leaving the den, or that she would be sold to someone unknown.
But now she had already relaxed, and all kinds of hopes were aroused in her heart.
McKinney kept imagining what Mr. Mask looked like and what kind of face was behind that smiling mask.
She seemed to be in love, although Mr. Mask did not belong to her and she did not understand him.
Maybe it was because she was young, but Mr. Mask really had a charm that made people feel so good.
Mr. Mask was very patient. Every time he got off the car to take a break, he tried his best to answer every question they had. His voice was nice and his words were humorous. He was also considerate of them and had a movable canopy ready for them to use at their convenience.
Last night, Mr. Mask looked up at the stars with them and showed them the positions of the stars.
In the past few days, McKinney and hundreds of other girls have had more laughter than they have in the past year.
Since each of them was imprisoned in the farm's brewing warehouse, the smiles and joy they had lost gradually returned.
They were all teenage girls. Once they left that dark and bleak environment and met people like Mr. Mask, their natural lively spirit quickly recovered.
Mr. Mask said he was willing to take them to every corner of the world, but that should not be their destination. He was lucky to be able to accompany them for a while, but then they had to walk on their own.
At this time, McKinney and the other girls suddenly saw a motorcade appearing in the wilderness over there.
Mr. Mask had already told them that it was a wilderness tribe called the Pioneer Society of Recovery, and Chiba Gibson was there. They didn't know about the Society of Recovery, but of course they knew about Miss Chiba.
It is also this name that makes everyone surprised and full of expectations.
"We're coming." A voice came from the car's loudspeaker. It was Mr. Mask who was driving in the cab at the front of the car.
The atmosphere in the carriage suddenly became lively and joyful, and the horn of the wilderness convoy over there sounded like a greeting.
McKinney and the others suddenly exclaimed as they saw a silver-winged figure flying past the truck.
Chiba Gibson! The young woman with silver wings flew in the air, accompanying the truck. Sometimes she flew high, sometimes she flew low and passed by the car window, showing her smiling face.
There was a sensation in the carriage, and everyone became excited. It was really Miss Chiba.
"It's her, it's her! I recognize the look in her eyes, and no one else can pretend it," cried Critia.
They were actually locked up in the farm for a while, and they didn't know about Miss Chiba's new movie, let alone the fact that she was played by an extraordinary actor, but Mr. Mask also told them.
Now this is Miss Chiba, Miss Chiba, who like them ran to the wilderness for freedom.
The big truck gradually stopped and joined the convoy. Soon, Mr. Mask opened the door of the carriage.
The cold wind howled in the wilderness outside, but they were full of enthusiasm.
Hundreds of girls began to get out of the car, and McKinney followed the wave. She was the first person to rush out of the warehouse, and now many people are rushing to leave.
Mr. Mask, Chiba Gibson, and some wilderness fleets composed of off-road vehicles and pickup trucks.
The free men of the wilderness were still a little far away. They didn't make any noises, they just smiled, as if they were afraid of scaring them.
"Everyone, welcome to the Pioneers of Recovery. I am Chiba Gibson, your guide."
A group of girls had surrounded Miss Chiba, cheering for each other's welcome smiles.
As for the sadness of not being able to go home, Mr. Mask has been with them through the most difficult period in the past few days.
Mr. Mask was standing there, wearing a black jacket and jeans, with a tall and handsome figure, and letter tattoos on the fingers of both hands.
McKinney looked at him, feeling that she was about to leave, and felt reluctant to leave, "Mr. Mask, thank you..."
"No, thank you for yourselves. It was you who took that step. You saved yourself and me." Mr. Mask said, "I feel very uncomfortable when I think of you having to chew corn. Now I won't."
Over there, Morrisa also came and winked at Qianye, "This is the person I love."
All the girls looked at Mr. Mask and heard him say: "In my opinion, that is a kind of blasphemy, because a girl's love kiss is the most beautiful thing in the world."
Suddenly, McKinnie couldn't help but walked up, stood up on her tiptoes, and kissed his masked cheek gently.
Immediately, Critia, Matsushima Oriko and others also came over. After McKinney, they stood on tiptoes or raised their heads to kiss Mr. Mask, and then other girls also came over.
They gathered in a large group, and each of them gave him a girlish love kiss, kissing his smiling face mask, cheeks, lips, nose, and mesh-covered eyes.
One by one, light or heavy lip prints were printed, carrying their gratitude and their enthusiasm.
The girls broke the distance with a kiss, turning the mask that originally separated people into something intimate.
"Mr. Mask, can I see what you look like?" McKinney asked, looking forward to it like a girl in love.
The other girls also wanted to see it and made requests one after another. Then they saw Mr. Mask lift his right hand with the letters tattooed on it and take off the cowboy smile mask fastened to his face, revealing a smiling face.
McKinnie couldn't help but widen her eyes, and her heart felt like it was being hammered hard.
That face was just better than she had imagined, more handsome, and free and uninhibited.
The girls around were shocked, they saw their beloved.
They were not sure before, but after seeing Mr. Mask's appearance, they were sure.
"I will send you here, goodbye." Mr. Mask said, holding the mask in his hand, he turned and walked towards an off-road vehicle prepared for him by the Resuscitation Society. The truck was left for them to continue transporting people, and he drove this
Drive an off-road vehicle.
At this time, McKinney, who had been stunned, woke up as if from a dream, and excitedly caught up to her and asked, "Will we meet again?"
"Mr. Mask, what's your name?"
"Can I come with you!"
Many girls are also chasing and shouting, "I want to go with you!"
They saw the man wave his hand, open the door of the off-road vehicle, get in, and drive away as soon as the engine started.
The orange-red off-road vehicle gradually moved away in the wilderness, heading south towards Liuguang City.
He took away their admiration and also their weakness.
As Mr. Mask has already said, they must toughen up on their own.
McKinnie still chased him for a long distance before gradually stopping, "Mr. Mask, we will definitely meet again."
"Ah, this picture is so beautiful." Morrissa looked at it and said fascinatedly: "I will draw it when I go back."
"You don't seem to care at all." Qianye couldn't help but ask Morissa, the girls went to chase Lindsay, and she was not surrounded.
"Asai only loves them but doesn't like them." Morrisa said in a tone that I understand very well. "Only those female heroes who are beautiful, have good figures, are full of passion, and can play freely are his."
Dish. These chicks are not charming enough for him."
One of the off-road vehicles in the incoming wilderness convoy was driven by a tall and slender woman wearing a mask. She followed Chiba. She was watching the situation in the car before, but now she also walked up.
"What's going on?" the ghost girl asked Qianye, curious and thoughtful about these girls.
The ghost girl knows about Chiba Gibson, but she didn't know that she was also a "sharer" before.
"They were imprisoned girls." Chiba said with a smile, "Now they are free."
The ghost girl looked at the girls who started to turn around and walk back in the cold wind of the field, thinking about something, and said:
"I can teach them how to fight. They can all fight. I used to be an agent."