On the road leading to Seattle, there is a huge migratory army in an endless stream. The logistics support vehicles on both sides of the road are burning smoke 24 hours a day. From the open windows, you can see from head to tail. Chefs, sweating profusely, are in action.
The simple kitchen was busy, putting baked bread, meat, vegetables, etc. in disposable tableware, sending them to the window, and piling them up into a small mountain.
The explosive music spreads from far to near. In a dilapidated RV, several rock and roll youths stand on the roof of the car. A scantily clad showgirl twists her body covered in sweat. Whistles and screams are heard in the driveway and outside the driveway.
, laughter, curses... The showgirl raised her middle finger in the direction of the curses, then pulled off the sweaty bra with little fabric on her chest, and threw it in that direction.
"Haha, people are very enthusiastic, aren't they, Tom?"
The camera moved to other directions in time, but it still left an eye-catching scene on the screen. The anchor on the scene awkwardly joked to the studio thousands of miles away that it was April, and the cold spring was still defeated by the heat wave set off by the scene.
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The anchor was sweating profusely, shouting at the top of his lungs amid the drumbeats, electronic sounds, curses, and scuffles.
An armed helicopter with the logo of the National Guard passed by at a low altitude and hovered in front of the jam. There, a number of private cars collided with each other, and the car owners struggled with each other. Women and children all joined the battle.
A large group of people screamed and watched the fun, and some were eating fried chicken, drinking beer, and whistling at the two women who were fighting with Cui Guangzha.
Warning, warning…
The sound of the electric horn was thought to be farting, and it was not until the "Heavenly Soldiers and Heavenly Generals" airborne with ropes to forcefully separate the men and women who were fighting each other that the crowd let out a disappointed sound and moved out of the way.
Everyone returned to their respective vehicles, and after a while, the long convoy resumed its slow movement.
"Damn it, it should be transported by train, damn it!"
"Come on, the railway tracks in Beimi don't have such high transport capacity."
"It makes us look like a third world country, everything is so chaotic."
"But it's full of life, right?"
"Well……"
"I haven't seen people like this for a long time... It's like the 1960s and 1970s, you know, an old man like me really misses that time."
"Understand, understand, the golden age."
"Well, I am very happy to see that this country has regained that kind of vitality. People are full of hope and moving towards a common goal. There will be disputes, quarrels and even scuffles along the way, but no one cares about it afterwards. Next time we meet
Maybe we can sit down and have a drink or something.”
"They will all be neighbors from now on."
"Yes, neighbors, look at them, how happy they are smiling..."
The sighs in the studio resonated with countless people in front of the TV. When the atmosphere was just right, a gunshot was suddenly heard.
The expressions of the host and the guests were frozen, as if they were suffering from constipation at the same time.
The gunshots became more and more frequent and louder. The reporters at the scene had no choice but to pretend to be deaf and had to rush to the scene of the incident.
Many cars collided again, and the two groups shot across more than a dozen cars. The innocent people involved fled in panic and rushed down the road. A Hummer also hit a simple restaurant into pieces.
Oh, God!
The gunfight was between a white man and a black man. The white men all had special tattoos, which made it obvious at a glance that they were members of the notorious Ku Klux Klan. The black men also had gang logos. Neither side was a good person.
Two Black Hawk helicopter gunships rushed toward them fiercely. The electric horns only shouted a few errand warnings, and the heavy machine guns above began to fire indiscriminately.
Da da da…
Tens of thousands of large-caliber bullets fired per minute turned the scene into a hell. Anyone with a little common sense would not think that anyone survived.
Two minutes!
Two minutes later, the airborne airborne, the cleaning continued, the bodies (body parts) were put into sacks, the burning vehicles were dragged off the road, the blood stains were left unattended, and traffic resumed ten minutes later.
The media reporters at the scene invariably shifted their cameras, and the anchors and guests in the studio also chatted casually. When the torrent started flowing again, within a few minutes, nothing could be seen on the blood-stained road section.
Singing, dancing, and the 'flavor of the golden age' that moved the guest to tears are back.
“In just a few months, we built a city from scratch!”
"To be precise, it should be Mr. Conley of 98 Days."
"Yes, 98 days, I seem to have returned to the days when skyscrapers were being built everywhere. At that time, the United States was unparalleled and leading the planet. At that time, we were truly the chosen country.
, God loves this land.”
"It's a pity that the hippie culture later destroyed the spirit of a generation, and corruption and depravity caused us to fall into the quagmire..."
"Well, Mr. Conley, now is not the time to talk about this."
"I'm very happy, really, indescribably happy..."
"Everyone is very happy... There will be an advertisement below, there will be more exciting content later, don't go away."
The young and old people on the TV expressed their admiration, but Anderson, who was sitting in the RV, sneered. He turned off the TV, opened the passenger curtain, looked at the extremely slow speed, yawned, and expressed his disapproval of the high-priced hire.
The driver said he wanted to take a nap.
The driver wore an earphone and made gestures to indicate that he was free to do so.
"Hey, guess what I just heard. An old white man was on TV expressing his nostalgia for some golden age, their golden age?"
This guy is a black man.
"I guess their golden age will never come back, right?"
The gangsters in the channel were crying like ghosts and wolves, making fun of the so-called golden age.
Anderson naturally couldn't hear this. He lay on the bed and looked at the roof of the car, unable to fall asleep.
You can't go online in the car. Damn it, there is no network signal as soon as you leave the city. Although you can log in without a network signal, tourist helmets do not have such a function.
Anderson, who had not been online for 18 hours, felt uncomfortable all over. The exhaust fumes and the vibrating sound of the engine were everywhere, giving him a splitting headache.
Damn it!
He had no choice but to get up, pour himself a glass of whiskey, and climbed onto the roof of the car with the bottle and glass in hand.
A platform was set up on the roof of the car and fixed with fences around it. An open space was cleared among the large and small suitcases and packages, and a small table and small chairs were placed on it.
Drinking wine one glass after another until it gets dark.
In the evening, the traveling speed became a little faster. People who had been noisy all day were tired and returned to the car one after another. They were either busy with dinner or taking a rest.
The car lights illuminated the night brightly, and the scene was even worse than during the day. The highway was full of migrating vehicles, and helicopters of various purposes overhead would pass over Anderson's head every once in a while.
The Great Migration of the Century!
The media in the United States and Europe are focusing on this event, and they are talking about miracles with a shy face... Fake, his tone is disgusting, it seems that no one remembers that he was forced, which seriously violates the universal principles of freedom and democracy.
worldly value, it seems that they are all willing to do so - from the beginning.
Absolutely not at first.
But to Anderson's dismay, this is happening fast.
Maybe they were reluctant at first and were forced by various forces, but by this time, most people have forgotten that they were 'brainwashed' by the overwhelming figures, infected by the hot atmosphere, and forgot the fact that they were leaving their hometown.
Forget it, forget it, this world is such a dark place, sometimes I take it too seriously, just because I can't live with myself.
A little drunk, Anderson took out a pamphlet from his arms and read it.
House Rules for City of Angeles Residents.
This is a thin pamphlet that I can almost memorize. Most of what is said in it is nonsense. To summarize it simply, it is nothing more than brainwashing and putting various high hats on them to create a strong image of the City of Angels.
A line written on the back of a pamphlet that Anderson really cared about.
"Changing the world starts here"
Because he knows many truths, he is very sensitive to this sentence.
Changing the world starts from here, changing the world starts from here...
Maybe, maybe...some people are plotting to rule the world?
The City of Angels is the source of fire. One day, a spark spreading from here can start a prairie fire?
hehe……
I wonder what the media and the envious and cheering crowds sitting in front of the TV will be like at that time?
After finishing a bottle of wine, he stood up unsteadily, tore up the booklet and threw it into the growing night wind.
He was going to go back and get some sleep. Tomorrow and the day after tomorrow would be spent on this damn road.
After a while, the loud electronic rap sound made his ears hurt, and a half-year-old black guy took his father's place in driving the RV, holding the steering wheel as if he was playing a DJ.
Anderson rolled his eyes, moved the drunken black driver lying on the aisle aside, walked into his bedroom, and closed the door.
In the middle of the night, he was awakened by the sound of gunshots and explosions coming from the front. He mumbled a few times, pulled the quilt over his head, and continued to sleep.
The next day the sun was shining brightly, and the black boy slept in the bathroom, hugging the toilet and sleeping soundly. His vomit was everywhere, which made Anderson feel sick.
The black driver was driving the vehicle boredly, moving forward.
Opening the car window, the fresh air diluted the turbid smell in the car. He dragged the black boy's legs and threw him on the sofa next to the aisle. He simply tidied the bathroom and started to wash up.
I had the simplest breakfast of oatmeal with milk, climbed on the roof of the car, and looked forward.
Seattle has been left behind. Just last night, the front was surrounded by the vast Gobi desert. On the wilderness on both sides of the road, logistics support vehicles were still accompanying them. From time to time, vehicles drove off the road to buy supplies or seek medical treatment.
Ask for medicine, or have an in-depth conversation with a mobile prostitute to relieve the fatigue of the journey.
And drugs...
During the entire migration process, there are no taboos. Even criminals will not be arrested at this time. As long as they do not interfere with the progress of the migration or disrupt the order of the migration, no one will care.
The media and the police all turn a blind eye to various crimes.
Anderson was sitting on the roof of the car in a daze again, thinking offline for a while and online for a while.
Suddenly, I heard cheers erupting from the approaching vehicles. I looked around lazily and saw groups of men and women climbing onto the roofs of the vehicles and waving Canaan flags.
He vaguely heard the key words of the seventh test, he was excited, got up and shouted questions over there.
"...It's absolutely true. The Chinese national server has made an announcement. The 6th beta is coming to an end and the 7th beta is about to begin."
"...Player qualifications will be drawn first among tourists!"
"...Farke!" Anderson didn't know what to say.
The news spread faster and faster, the cheers got louder and louder, Canaan flags were waved vigorously on the roof of the car, trumpets, whistles, screams, curses, scuffles, gunshots... just like yesterday.
Still no signal, damn wireless carriers for making America look like a third world country, damn it!
Throwing away the cumbersome satellite phone and listening to the growing cheers outside, Anderson's somewhat excited mood gradually calmed down.
"Is everything they say true?"
The black driver turned around and asked him.
"What?"
"Players are drawn only from tourists?"
"I don't know more than you, you see, I can't go online."
"Damn it, that's not fair, that's not fair!"
The black driver banged the steering wheel and muttered curses.
In fact, there have been similar rumors for a long time, otherwise what would we do with so many tourists?
I don’t know about other national servers, but at least in the American national server, tourist qualifications need to meet certain conditions before they can be registered in the lottery.
This excludes a large number of people who have no fixed abode, have criminal records, suffer from physical and physiological diseases and need to take drugs for a long time, are drug addicts, etc.
Of course, such restrictions are easy to bypass, but the poorest people at the bottom are still blocked.
Anderson agrees with this. Even with such restrictions, there are still many gangsters, drug dealers, scum, etc. who pretend to be tourists.
Regardless of his own affairs, Anderson put it behind him, and the rest of the journey became much easier because he was inspired by this good news.
On the morning of the third day, the City of Angels was in sight.
Looking at the city outline appearing at the intersection of the sky, Anderson's mood suddenly became much clearer.
No matter what, it's a done deal. Maybe it's just his imagination. Maybe it won't be long before he can become a player?
Joey said it well, no matter what the conspiracy is, if you can't resist, just join it.
Changing the world starts here!
Then can I play the role of a liberator?
"Wow, City of Angels!"
"God, is that natural?"
"Paranormal activity? Will we become Superman and Spider-Man?"
"I love it here, I swear!"
At two o'clock in the afternoon, Anderson's RVs lined up through the 'film' shrouded around the city and entered the urban area covered by dark clouds.
Behind him, more players and tourists, nearly one million, are entering from various entrances one after another, like drops of water flowing into a gradually rising pond.
Invisibly, the dark clouds overhead became thicker.
