Graf Walker, newcomer, first descendant, new generation, the youngest known new player, there are many similar titles, but he doesn't like them all.
Graf Walker is one hundred and one years old this year, but in terms of temperament and experience, he is more like nineteen years old.
He had just been kicked out of the City of Glory, but he had almost no memory of the city that had cost him a hundred years.
Graf Walker felt empty and confused in his heart. He could understand what happened to him, but he didn't know why. He knew where he was assigned to live, but he didn't know where he was now.
He knows where to get food, but not what it is. He knows a lot of things, mostly about the world, and a small amount about how to survive.
There is no sky above his head, the city has no boundaries, as if it is infinite, and the people around him are full of anger. He has been away from the Glory City for a full year, but he only exchanges a word with people every three days on average.
People are so indifferent and don't seem to have any patience for their surroundings, and other people.
Graf Walker often sits alone on the city streets. There are straight and wide roads here, but few things pass by them.
He always felt that this place was empty, as if something was missing.
Graf Walker is a lucky man. He only left the City of Glory for a few months and got the opportunity to become an Adventer, but he let this opportunity go to waste.
This is already the seventh month that he has been wandering aimlessly on the street, and no one has ever taken the initiative to talk to him.
It seems that people leave their residential areas just to fill their stomachs, and then return to their own small space to compete with time.
Graf Walker has been to the company several times, with expectation and hope, wanting to meet some more energetic people and talk to them.
But it was obvious that he had made a wrong calculation. The road to the company was always empty, and the few fellow travelers he could see walked into the door with a more indifferent attitude.
Graf Walker was filled with inexplicable fear of the behemoth behind the door. He had hoped countless times that he could muster the courage to walk through the door, go to another world, take risks, and create a legend.
But he always backed down at the last moment.
And all of this will be completely changed today. Graf Walker vowed that he must walk through that door today!
He was fed up with his own world. The oppressive atmosphere was everywhere, pressing on him from all directions, as if it wanted to suffocate him to death!
Graf Walker strode toward the company. The road was as quiet as ever. The city seemed empty, as if he was the only one living here.
But when he thought about the long queues on the street every time it was time for food replenishment, he knew that was not the case. Maybe those empty eyes were hidden behind the building to look at him.
This kind of imagination made Graf Walker couldn't help but speed up his pace. He kept hinting to himself that it was nothing, it was just a stupid door.
However, when he actually stood in front of the gate, Graf Walker couldn't help but shudder, his heartbeat kept accelerating, as if it was about to jump out of his chest, and inexplicable fear drove him to leave here.
Graf Walker turned to look at the dead city, and finally mustered up the courage to walk through the door.
"Welcome to the Paris District!" The cold gray door-shaped robot has the functions of armed guard and security inspection. When Yom Renn passed under the door-shaped robot's crotch, the soldiers standing on the high platforms on both sides just said coldly.
glanced at him.
Not far ahead is the new landmark building of Paris - the Wailing Wall of Paris. A whole row of automatic registration desks placed under the awnings look like soldiers being reviewed, neatly arranged.
"Go forward, don't stay where you are." The soldier on the high platform warned him, with the muzzle of his gun lowered, and no further action was taken.
Compared with the federal Roswell City District, the Gauls obviously did not package the special area too much, and the whole process seemed cold and cold.
Although there are subsidies and free housing, it is obviously a joke to expect volunteers to fill the Paris District.
Wolfgang's previous reckless behavior has helped the Gauls solve all their troubles. There are more than a million slow-reacting idiots in the special zone, so what more volunteers are needed, right?
The men in Gaul feel that what happened in the special zone can be deceived by suppressing it in the media and controlling it on the Internet in three or two years. As for what happens after that, it will be left to the next generation on earth.
What the unlucky ones should bear has nothing to do with them anymore.
Therefore, the high-level officials of the Gauls showed unimaginable efficiency in the special zone and showed indifference to their own citizens.
However, Yom Renn can understand that no matter who he is, his temper will not be much better when faced with a group of unruly people who take 132 days off every year and take strikes as their job.
"Yom Renn, a third-level hydropower engineer, signed a volunteer agreement, passed the identity verification, and is a non-superhuman immigrant. Welcome to become a part of the special zone!" The cold and unmanned registration desk tortured Yom with a synthesized voice.
.Ren's Ear: "It was not found that you have a fixed property in Paris, and it is being allocated automatically."
Yom Renn waved his fists excitedly. He never thought that one day he would be able to own a house in urban Paris.
"Sorry, because the statistics in the special zone have not been completed yet, allocation cannot be made. Please wait for the statistics to be completed and reapply." The synthesized voice at the registration desk broke Yom Renn's fantasy and continued: "Your residence has been arranged in Carlei.
Yar Hotel, you can report to the 15th district with your valid ID. I wish you a happy life."
As the speech ended, the half-person-high light sign on the top of the registration desk suddenly lit up, and a small elevator dropped from the top of the Wailing Wall. A soldier above waved to him: "Stand up and close the door!"
Because the builders of the Wailing Wall never considered installing doors on the wall, the Gallic military, which did not dare to change the main body of the wall without authorization, could only use this simple elevator to transport people in and out.
Yom Renn just walked away from the fact that he failed to realize his wish. He boarded the elevator dejectedly, closed the safety door, and waited for the big toy to pull him up.
"Stop, stand still and don't move!" The soldiers seemed a little nervous. They had just had a firefight with a group of menacing Paris citizens last night. Both sides cordially greeted each other with hundreds of bullets, and the other side also used a homemade trebuchet.
Several Molotov cocktails were thrown at them on the back side of the building to vent their anger.
Although there were no casualties, it could be seen from this alone that the people inside and outside the wall had completed their roles overnight. At least the unscrupulous people in Paris were completely involved in the drama. They started from the first second.
Put yourself into the role of a rebel.
"Go south, you'd better stay away from here and find a place to go down." The soldier looked nervously at the ruins of buildings that had collapsed due to changes in terrain on the other side of the wall: "There is a group of unknown armed men on the opposite side. I guess they must understand.
It’s not your choice, and neither am I.”
"Yes, sir!" Yom Renn gave an exaggerated salute, turned around and started walking along the wall in the direction the soldier said.
The main force responsible for defending the wall is naturally drones, but there is only one soldier standing guard every two hundred meters, and most of the soldiers' faces are not very good-looking.
Yom Renn glanced forward and found that inside the wall, a dozen poor Parisian citizens were resting against the wall. There were several ladders scattered next to it, and a car parked close to the wall.
There it serves as a starting point.
"It wasn't this high yesterday. I swear." Yom Renn could hear the voices of the people below and added: "It's alive and growing every day, you idiot!"
Yom Renn's taunting triggered a burst of scoldings that could be included in textbooks. It wasn't until a soldier came over to tell him to get out of here that Yom left the place still unsatisfied and planned to find a suitable place to enter.
"Isn't this true? It's the authentic taste of old Paris." Yom Renn felt very comfortable after the ultimate battle. He found a random place and gestured to the drone, and immediately a medium-sized drone flew over.
A rope was hung down and sent to the ground.
Yom Renn still had time to wave his hand towards the drone, and then turned around and walked into the city.
"Wait a minute, I found out that his identity information is fake!" Because of the other party's series of behaviors, the drone pilot once again asked the headquarters to check Yom Renn's identity. As a result, this time the system removed Yom.
.Rene recognized it.
He is a key member of the Taha Gang. He has participated in many operations with the Gallic law enforcement forces. He suddenly fell into an inactive state a few years ago. He was once killed in an internal struggle of the Taha Gang during a mission, but now it seems that the other party is just
Found a way to leave.
"He is a senior member of the Taha Gang. We must inform him of the information." The drone pilot stopped, and he suddenly realized that no matter what the other person's plans were when he returned to Paris, it had nothing to do with them.
The outside world regarded Paris as a victim, but the Taha gang quickly recognized this as an opportunity after a short discussion.
The people of District 13 back then also gradually trusted the Taha Gang under internal and external pressure. Compared with then, this was just a better District 13.
Members of the Taha gang like Yom Renn, who have been lurking in the outside world without being exposed, are gradually returning to Paris as volunteers.
Boyle Taha has the foresight that is currently scarce in Gaul. He knows how to advance and retreat, understands choices, and is extremely adaptable.
Knowing that he couldn't do anything, his first reaction was to let the Taha Gang draw as much nutrients from it as possible and grow stronger.
Gathering those wandering Taha gang elites back, spreading them to the special zone, and educating them at the right time, the reputation of the Taha gang will soon be expanded, and the entire thirteenth arrondissement of Paris will eventually be transformed.
It's a pity that Boyle Taha didn't know much about the player after all, and miscalculated the player's audacity.
On the third day when Yom Renn entered the special zone, some players had already entered the promised land that Mikkelsen had promised them.
On that day, everything was normal in Paris. Even the number of criminal cases did not increase and remained stable at the level of Gotham.
Madam Generous, who has higher authority, has always been fond of this city, so she simply used her authority to change the mission system of the Paris District.
[Task: Clear out the separatists in the city]
》Published by: Paris Law Enforcement Bureau (Novice Task)
》Mission requirements: Find the separatists who are destroying the city, turn them to the nearby law enforcement bureau, or kill them, or whatever you like, they are yours
》Mission Difficulty: Green ~ Red (Most Separatists do not have the ability to threaten you, but if they hold guns, the situation is completely different)
》Note: There are metahumans among the Separatists (they are both a risk and an opportunity)
》Reward: Comprehensive points (you can consume points to exchange for clothing, weapons, food, water and other items you need at the Law Enforcement Bureau, ECS Bureau and other departments)
》Warning: This mission prohibits mass murder to obtain rewards.
With the release of new tasks, Paris became a battlefield the next day.
More than 2,500 players were thrown into the Paris District. Although it was far inferior to the Roseville District in terms of density, the situation of the Parisians was more special. They were all civilians who were not mentally prepared.
The players just regarded all the Parisians driving towards the Wailing Wall on the street as separatists. The humorous thing is that they really are.
Because just before twelve o'clock last night, the Paris Law Enforcement Bureau issued a temporary state of emergency to all citizens in the city, requiring all citizens to stay at home and not go out.
Those Parisians who ignore the ban and adopt a confrontational attitude are not showing favor to the separatist forces.
It only took one day for the players to let Parisians know what a ban is and what a player is.
"Go this way, there is a back door here!" Yom Renn held a gun in one hand and lowered a child's head with the other hand so that he could smoothly climb over the window. He was covering a group of armed civilians entering District 13.
The 13th arrondissement has left many secret passages in the surrounding districts. It was originally intended to allow people from the 13th arrondissement to sneak into Paris smoothly, but now it's just the other way around.
Before Boyle Taha's strategy could even be implemented, the entire Paris District was greeted by a storm of players.
The Taha Gang has had direct confrontations with players before, suffering heavy losses and leaving a deep impression, but this time, the number of players is much larger, and they no longer have allies.
The Paris Law Enforcement Bureau and ECS Bureau branches have become decorations. Yom Renn took the risk to stay in the lobby of the Law Enforcement Bureau, only to find that the law enforcers inside were helping those superhumans put on body armor.
As for the ECS Bureau, the building had simply been deserted a long time ago, leaving not a single ghost behind.
Yom Renn doesn't know what the future will be like, but he is now planning to return to District 13 and talk to Boyle alone. He has learned some news about the world situation through several reliable friends. The Taha Gang