This Game is Too Real - Chapter 546 The road is chosen by oneself

Why?

   Warfield, who was kneeling on the square, stared blankly at the sky. The afternoon sun pierced through the bruised eyes, making him feel extremely dazzling.

   He would rather have a snowfall right now.

  It is best to bury him in the snow.

   The liquidation is over.

   They lost everything in this settlement.

The    alliance does not open the free exchange of chips and silver coins. Although his father must have unconventional means to exchange some, the amount is certainly not large. Needless to say about Cr and Dinar, the exchange has been closed, and even if there is a little Cr left in Jixiu's account in Ideal City, it is definitely not enough for the family to maintain the original life.

  Money is a trivial matter, and losing power is the most painful thing for him.

  Worfeel would rather the militiamen kill him, death is the quickest relief.

   It's best to kill his wife, children, mother and that useless brother together!

   He will use his corpse to plant a seed of hatred in Alisha's heart. Maybe this seed will never germinate in her life, but it will torture her repeatedly.

As long as she sees any ugly side of the new authorities one day in the future and begins to doubt what was right at the beginning, then she will definitely do something and raise another bargaining chip with reasons that no one can refuse, Let this casino reopen...

   own death can help her escape the reckoning, and she is still young, definitely outlive those guys who only have brute force.

   She has Malvern blood, and she is smart enough and able enough, even more so than herself...

  The kings of Boulder City are dead though.

   But their family can become the new royal family!

   Surely!

"Ha ha…"

  Worfield thought about it, and suddenly laughed out loud, and suddenly burst into tears.

Why?

  Why not shoot…

  The two militiamen stood not far away and looked at this poor **** in disgust. Most of the people in the square had dispersed, and he was the only one who remained motionless.

  Geith took Geishu away, along with his wife and children. No one dared to approach him, after all, he had just been beaten by the militiamen of the new authorities.

   Warfir felt a little dazed, when suddenly a hot and humid handkerchief was attached to his face, pulling his dazed consciousness back from the edge of the darkness.

"…elder brother."

   wiped the mud and blood from his face, Alicia looked at him with distress and fear, and whispered.

   "I'm sorry...I put all the property in the family on the list, but that's what we snatched from someone else—"

"You don't need to apologize..." Warfield gasped, opening and closing his bruised lips, "You're doing the right thing, and I'd do the same if I was outside. But don't joke with your life next time. Well, you'll know when you're two years older, they really want to do something to you, but they won't just scold you and beat you up..."

  Alyssa looked at him sadly.

   "Brother...why do we have to...do that?"

   She couldn't describe how she felt.

   But she could sense another kind of high hopes his brother had placed on her—high hopes she didn't want to fulfill at all.

   "Why..." A moment of confusion appeared in Warfield's eyes.

   He really couldn't answer the question, and he didn't know how to answer it.

   Eating others in a man-eating casino, isn't it a matter of course?

  Alyssa sniffed and said seriously.

   "It's over, this casino...along with its chips, there will be no more black cards. From now on, we only stand for our constitution."

   Warfield laughed suddenly, looked at his sister lovingly, wanted to reach out and touch her head, but hesitated, then took it back.

   "Father wrote a fairy tale in your heart. If possible, he hoped that you would never come out of there in your life... but you jumped out of the window."

   "We are a family, how can he not understand what you can understand? But some things are meaningless to do now, it will only kill you all, and even if it succeeds, everything will change back."

  Alyssa shook her head slightly and looked at her brother seriously.

   "The future can be left to the future, we can only do the present, at least now everyone is a good person."

  Woffel looked at her desperately: "Why don't you understand... Fairy tales can never be true, people are born unequal, otherwise why would the prosperous era disappear? Those people will change back sooner or later! Sooner or later!"

"You said we were a family just now, how could I not understand," Alyssa hugged her brother gently and patted the back of his head soothingly, "It doesn't matter, I'm still young...when I'm like a father When I'm the same age, my children will watch for me."

   Warfield's expression suddenly twitched.

   He had never cried once in more than 30 years, but at this moment he couldn't control it.

  His sister chose the most difficult path with no future, at least he could not see any visible future. And he himself is dead.

   Their family might really be doomed.

   Looking at his sister who was still comforting him, Warfield didn't even know what he was feeling distressed about, maybe he was just distressing himself.

   He was ready to die and made the last move, but he was made a joke by a group of idiots who were countless times stupider than him.

   Maybe the casino really won't open again.

   Kneeling on the square, he couldn't help crying, and he burst into tears after a long absence...

  …

   At the same time, a group of lovely people walked in the afternoon sunlight in front of the front door of the Faraway Wind Hotel.

   They brought weapons.

   But more with food, quilts, and hope to survive the cold winter.

The residents of these shelters have never forgotten that the survivors standing on this land are all brothers and sisters of the People's Union. Even if the fallout buryes the shelter underground, they will stand up resolutely and fulfill their mission under the flag. sworn mission.

   Besides, many of these materials were originally bought from Boulder City.

   Compared to what they got from this settlement, these supplies were nothing.

   And not only the survivors inside the giant wall, but also the survivors in the slums outside the giant wall, the alliance also intends to save them together.

  The players installed a lift on the viaduct next to the Wind Wind Hotel, and lowered the goods on the trucks parked on the roadside one by one.

  More players set up a shed at the entrance of the Far Wind Hotel, and organized the isolation belt to maintain the formation and order.

   Most of them are life professional players.

  Since Boulder City has become the fifth city of the Alliance, now is the time to brush regional prestige.

   I have never seen such a strange scene. Whether it is the poor in the slums or the merchants who set up stalls in the square in front of the giant wall, they all put aside the things at hand and come over to watch the excitement with curiosity.

   "What does the alliance want to do?"

   "Is this going to annex Boulder City?"

   "Hahaha, I really made a genius decision to collect coins!"

   "Grass! I've also collected some chips, hoping that the new authorities will make it come back! What a shame!"

   didn't care what the survivors were talking about, and the players didn't understand what they were saying, so they turned on the speakers and played the pre-recorded recordings.

   "If you have the strength to work, come and register! No wages, take care of the meal, take care of it!"

   "The elderly and children are here! We will arrange them uniformly!"

   "Damn! There are too many people!"

   "Accommodating a close eldest sister who is over 18 years old! My family is quite big. Welcome to my house to play. You can sleep when you are tired, no problem—"

   "Grass! There's a brother in the team!"

   "Drag out!"

   "Ah, ah, stop it, you guys, I'm here to help others! I shed blood for the alliance, I made contributions for the alliance, and I want to see the manager!"

   Not joking, a few unkempt girls really wanted to go over when they heard it, and the little girl curled up in the plastic cloth even secretly counted her age with her fingers.

   After all, those blue jackets look really good, and they don't smell bad. If something really happened, I can't say who would suffer more.

   The most important thing is that the person wearing the blue coat will definitely not "eat" people, but the other wastelanders may not be.

   Some traders look like dogs, but maybe take them away from the giant wall and kill them like lambs.

   Not to mention the gangs in the slums, and occasionally they will pick up some good-looking "lambs" to sell to outsiders. If you are lucky, you can go to the Free State in the north and become a money-making tool for the bosses. Unfortunately, you may be on the dining table or the operating table of the predators.

   But unfortunately, the discipline of these blue jackets is too strict, to the point of complaining.

   The guy who was crying and laughing was quickly dragged away, as if he was here for a joke.

  The girls who came together out of curiosity could only go to the table next door to register their names and wait for the resettlement of the refugee home...

  Although the players have done some things, it is still difficult for hundreds of people to face hundreds of thousands of people, not to mention that there are more than 500,000 people within the giant wall.

   The scene was a mess, making people wonder if they could really get things done.

   But what some people are willing to do is still very touching, and some people are willing to stand up and help them together.

  The Burning Corps and the First Corps entered the Stone City, and completed the handover of defense with the first thousand people of the Stone City, which was in charge of the city defense.

   Lao Bai took people to the armory.

  The new militia commander Joey took them to see some of the weapons, and another part of the warehouse and tarmac in the inner city.

   When seeing the weapons stored inside, all players couldn't help but exclaimed in amazement.

   "Fuck! Power armor!" Looking at the iron lump standing in the room, Quit Smoking stepped forward in surprise and touched it.

  The Killer Dagger looked at him with a smile.

   "Brother, do you want it?"

   quit smoking and nodded vigorously and said excitedly.

   "Think! I dream!"

   "It's good to have a dream," Kidney Fighter patted him on the shoulder, "Let's save some contribution, and have money."

  Quit Smoking: "#%￥@!"

   There are a total of thirty sets of power armor, all of which are pre-war styles, and most of them are dragoons like Lao Bai.

   Some of them have fallen into disrepair and cannot be used for a long time, but with Yin Fang, a little archaeologist, this is obviously not a problem.

   However, these included equipment are all quest items.

  Although there is a high probability of appearing in the NPC shop, they all require contribution points to purchase.

   "Damn..." Ye Shi whispered, "Such good equipment is just being used by those gentlemen!"

   "Fortunately, we came in time and didn't let them fall into the hands of the predators."

   Looking away from the power armor, Old Bai glanced at the boxes with the radioactive sign in the corner.

  According to Joey, those were some miniature tactical nuclear weapons left by the post-war reconstruction committee, the size of which was only the size of a bowling ball, and the explosive yield was about 1-10 tons. Compared with the 155mm artillery horizontally, according to the type of shell, the equivalent is about 10~45 kg.

  In reality, it is difficult to make such a small tactical nuclear bomb that can even be thrown out as a bowling ball, but this is in the game after all.

   Destruction is much easier than construction. Obviously, the managers have done a lot of precautionary work in places where players cannot see.

  Otherwise, the dead whale that exploded would at least make Qingquan City and even the southern part of the River Valley Province turbulent for ten or even twenty years...

   That is not a matter of adding a few wild monsters at all, but a crisis that is longer lasting and has a wider impact than the Bone Chewing Rebellion!

   "However, they didn't use these things in the riot." Ye Shi scratched his head, puzzled, "Why?"

   Can't understand!

   A tactical nuclear bomb goes down, and everyone in a street evaporates, right?

   The wind gave the boy a sideways glance.

   "You'll know when you grow up."

   Hearing his fatherly tone, Ye Shi rolled his eyes.

   "I'm Daddy!"

the other side.

  The gate of Boulder City.

   is also here to perform assistance missions, but unlike the players who are busy doing missions, earning contribution points and prestige, most of the NPCs in the alliance are not motivated.

   To be clear, they are all very enthusiastic when facing other survivors in need, and they are not shy about the refugees who escaped from Boulder to the Alliance.

   But "door-to-door service" is something that many people did not expect.

   Looking at the towering wall, Zhao Mouse murmured.

"why?"

   Yang Ergou glanced at him.

"what why."

   Zhao Mouse pointed at the guys with suitcases at the door, not like he was pointing at them, but more like he was pointing behind them.

   "Why are we helping these guys?"

  The two are residents of Beit Street. They worked in the Niuma Brick Factory a long time ago, and they were the foremen. Even Vanus, the army staff member, worked under them.

   Later, the alliance was established, everything was formalized, and the refugee home became a semi-official aid agency. They went to the refugee home together again, and continued to contribute to the building with the survivors who embraced the alliance.

   Zhao Mouse is not unfamiliar with the Stone City.

Especially when he learned that the lucky guys could earn "about the same" wages as the scavengers who risked their lives to pick up **** in the wasteland just by **** in the factory. The rotten settlement was even more spurned.

The    giant wall itself is an evil existence, it not only blocks the slime mold, but also rejects countless survivors from the door.

  Bett Street, Brown's Farm... All the feudal or semi-feudal survivor communities are mostly the legacy left by the ancestors of Boulder City.

   These are what he learned from Survivor Daily.

  The megalithic city first began to corrupt, and then the plague of ideas spread to other settlements along the bonds maintained by the chips.

   The entire southern part of the valley has become a breeding ground for decay.

   Of course, there are many more rotten settlements in the entire wasteland than the Boulder City, but the Boulder City is right next to them, and he naturally hates the people here the most.

  Especially the survivors here also like to be poor and show off, behind their backs, a blue gopher and a country bumpkin.

   Don't think he doesn't know!

   Zhao Mouse snorted in his heart.

   "Smelly begging..."

  I can't even eat green wheat pancakes!

   What a job!

   Yang Ergou glared at him.

   "What are you talking about!"

   "Am I wrong?"

Zhao Mouse continued confidently, "The garbage we picked up and the food we planted were all supplied to this group of things! Now that the baskets they stabbed out, we have to help them wipe their butts! In my opinion, it's a wall. The survivors in the slums outside can be taken in, they are truly innocent, and the people inside should be in prison for a lifetime!"

   Yang Ergou frowned and said, "That's the fault of the gentlemen. What does it have to do with ordinary people? They can't even chew dog's tail grass, so they may not be better off than us."

   Zhao Mouse rolled his eyes.

   "Come on, they live much more comfortably than us. And when we were exploited, they didn't stand up to speak for us, didn't they?"

  Working in the factory is definitely safer than scavenging and hunting in the wild, and it is not that they enjoy nothing.

  Better Street’s population has not increased much for more than 100 years, and the average life expectancy is about 30. From this perspective, the life expectancy of the residents of Bate Street is indeed stolen by the workers in the city.

"exactly."

   The voice from behind interrupted the increasingly loud quarrel between the two.

   Luca came over.

   Seeing the old housekeeper—or should say now, the city lord, the quarreling two immediately closed their mouths and remained silent.

  Zhao Mouse apologized guiltily.

"Sorry, I-"

  Luka looked at the young man and said in a soft tone.

   "You don't need to apologize. I understand the anger in your heart. When I saw Brown, I was also tempted to kill. I wanted to kill his entire family and his servants."

   "Of course we can block the door, let the 'stinking beggars' inside help us produce things, give them only a mouthful of swill to live on, and squeeze the last drop of blood for them and their generations to come..."

   "But do you expect an alliance like that to end the wasteland?"

   "Or think about it from another angle, you who are not a Willant, have you counted on the Legion to end our wasteland for a second?"

"Almost the entire desert is on our side, secretly and openly, we have united almost all we can unite, not even our enemies dare to face us, not because we are stronger, not because our fists are biggest."

   "But because we are an alliance, not an empire."

   Looking at this skinny old man, Yang Ergou gave a thumbs up and said with a smile.

   "That's what I think, but I don't know much about it."

   Zhao Mouse scratched his head, but still didn't understand.

   He doesn't care whether the alliance is an alliance or not. If the manager wants to be the emperor, he will support him with both hands, and it is best to marry the youngest daughter of the Yu family, then the old neighbors can enjoy it together.

   The skinny little girl who used to be thin and thin has long since grown up, and she is also very popular with the residents of the shelter.

   At least in his opinion, how much better than that vulgar mercenary!

   Luca patted him on the shoulder, without forcing him to understand these things, and continued to walk with everyone.

   Regardless of whether these people are worth saving or not, since the manager said that there is the fifth city of the alliance, then they are comrades on the front line, then he will do what he should do.

   There is no reason.

   And he will represent the Alliance, go to Boulder to do things that neither the Workers Union nor the Militia are capable of doing, and make up for some of the compromises they have to make with reality.

   Including some criminal cases that occurred during the riots, including failure to do a thorough liquidation and so on.

The residents of the inner city can of course be forgiven and pardoned by the residents of the outer city. After all, the black card has been completely abolished, and the step of the reckoning is also written by the insurgent residents themselves in the uprising program. You don't need anyone else to teach you.

   But in the same way, one thing is the same, whether to accept those people to join the alliance, or to accept only which of them, that is the alliance's business.

  A "criminal" who is accused by the relevant responsible person and is involved in a homicide will not be granted the status of a Union resident, regardless of whether he is an inner-city resident or an outer-city resident.

The    Alliance will set up a new court in Boulder City, responsible for an open and fair trial of the case, and new evidence can be added during the five-year prosecution period.

   If those perpetrators are convicted by conclusive evidence, and the compensation made cannot be understood by the responsible persons.

  Then they will either accept the transformation of labor as the supervised ones, or get out of here as the residents of the outer city say, and go to the wasteland to find a suitable place for them to stay...

   But then again, this is actually superfluous.

   Most of the pardoned inner city residents simply did not want to stay, nor could they do so.

   They have already carried the original sin on their bodies.

  The residents of the outer city did not execute them, just because they promised not to kill them in the uprising program, and they also took the initiative to release Sberg and the other "hostages" in their hands.

   The settlement of more than 500,000 people is, after all, too small.

   Everyone recognizes their faces.

   They will not have any future living in this settlement, and they may be spit into the bowl by the cook and rolled their eyes by the waiter who is carrying the bowl.

   This is more uncomfortable for them than killing them, after all, death is only a moment.

Unless they forgive them generously like the residents of the outer city, like the little girl named Alisha, do something to atone for themselves, so that everyone in the outer city feels that this person really intends to be a family with them .

   But it's too hard.

   Not everyone has the ability and opportunity to atone for sin.

   Leaving the power in their hands, deprived of all their property, let alone living on their own, even surviving has become a problem.

   This is undoubtedly a pardon.

   But for many, it was more like exile…

  …

  The square in front of the giant wall gate.

   Bonnie and Kumit are hesitating about the future.

  Her husband, Sid, died, and her family, all senior militia officers, almost died in the riot.

  The victors did not kill them all, but that doesn't mean there are no dead people.

   After learning that Boulder City will become the fifth city of the Alliance, her other two sons have resolutely pleaded guilty and are ready to go to the Alliance's prisoner of war camp.

   If you perform well, you may be able to come out in three or five years. Maybe you can learn a craft or technique and live the life of ordinary people again.

   But she couldn't.

  Without a servant, she can't even comb her hair herself.

   Not only her, but also her most precious little son, Kumit, who can't do anything without anyone taking care of him. If no one takes care of them, they will wither like flowers without water...

  Thinking of the future life and the only 20 kilograms of luggage, Bonnie's eyes once again could not help oozing tears.

   "Mom..." Kumitra took her hand and tried to comfort her, but found that she didn't even know how to comfort others.

   He also doesn't know where to go in the future.

  The new authorities confiscated their Cr and dinars, they simply can’t afford a plane ticket to the ideal city, let alone it’s useless.

   Their suitcases contained only some clothes, sleeping bags, high-end tins, and nutritional ointment to be prepared for.

   Just when Kumit felt hopeless for the gloomy life in the future, a little fat man suddenly emerged from the crowd and beckoned to them vigorously.

   "Hey! This way!"

   Attracted by the antics, Kumit looked at him, his eyes widened in surprise.

   "Piru?!"

   Piru's face was smiling like a flower, much like his father, Mr. Vija.

   "Master Kumit! I'm so lucky, you finally came out, my father and I have been waiting for you for a long time!"

   Beside him stood his father's secretary, Aron.

   They had planned to bribe the militiamen to get Bonnie out, but they didn't expect the new authorities to throw the whole mess of Boulder to the Alliance.

   This is the result that his father did not expect.

   If the residents of the inner city also become citizens of the Alliance, then they will never be able to make up for those regrets!

   Looking at the excited blushing little fat man, Kumit scratched his cheek embarrassedly.

   "I'm no longer a young master, don't say that..."

   After going through that night that was a turning point in his life, he also grew a bit, at least he thought so.

   "How could that be?! You will always be Master Kumit in my heart!" Pilu saluted slightly respectfully, still the same as before.

  Kumite couldn't help being moved.

   Aside from the poor ghosts who swarmed away from his hands, there are still good people in this world!

   "Piru... My friend, you are so kind!"

   "You're too outrageous to say that!"

Pilu smiled honestly, then turned to the mother beside Kumit, watching her wink, "And Aunt Bonnie, you're still as beautiful as ever, like you'll never get old. ."

   Amused by this sentence, Bonnie, who had tears in the corners of her eyes, couldn't help curving the corners of her lips.

   "Thank you, you really can talk like a kid...just like your father."

   Piru continued with a look of joy.

   "Speaking of my father, he prepared a banquet for you at the Wind Wind Hotel in the Distance! He knew that you definitely didn't know where to go, and he specially reserved a guest room for you."

   Bonnie froze for a moment.

   "Mr. Vija? Thank you...for thinking so much for us."

"Of course, this is what we should do!" Pilu looked at her innocently and said with a serious face, "My father always told me that the most important thing for a businessman is to keep his promises. Master De is always loyal, so he must do it. We regret the matter of Master Sid, but fortunately you are still alive, and we will take care of you for that good man. "

  Bonnie's expression was slightly hesitant.

  For some reason, looking at this sunny and cheerful little fat man, she always felt an inexplicable anxiety in her heart.

  Vega is that kind of person?

  Although she always persuaded Sid to be kind to the businessmen who helped him make money, Sid never really listened to what she said and the ancestral lessons she nagged.

but…

   She still couldn't help but fantasize.

  Maybe Mr. Vija is really that kind of good person, grateful to Mr. Sid for his help all the time, willing to take care of their mother and son for Sid...

   Seeing another pair of inner city residents planning to leave here completely, and this time it was a mother and son, the militia boy standing next to him finally couldn't stand it any longer and coughed hard.

   "Hey, ma'am, there's a wasteland ahead, you've figured it out! If you leave here, no law will protect your mother and son."

   Looking at the lady who was still hesitating, the young man couldn't help but persuade.

   "If you don't do anything wrong, the alliance will accept you... Not all those with black cards are criminals, Mr. Liszt is still a resident of the alliance."

  Perhaps he shouldn't be superfluous in saying this.

   Bonnie wanted to stay, but when she heard the second half of his sentence, her heart tightened, and she couldn't help grasping the hand of her younger son.

   Of course she didn't do anything to hurt the world, and even gave a big red envelope to every maid in the family who left her to start a family...

   But not Kumit.

   She knew exactly what was buried in the fire five years ago, and her brother Russell had a tantrum with her husband about it...

"Mother…"

   Kumit's eyes were filled with fear, and he clenched his mother's hand.

   He didn't want to be with the predators.

   I heard that the prisoners of war in the alliance are all the evil spirits in the wasteland, the kind that really eat children...

   Maybe he should let go and let his mother live a normal life.

   But he really didn't have that courage.

  Like he held the S coin trader and huddled under the covers all night last night, let alone letting go of his mother's hand, he didn't even dare to see his old father for the last time...

   The trembling hands of his son finally made Bonnie, who was still hesitant, make up her mind.

   patted Kumit's hand lightly, she took a deep breath, and bowed gracefully, like a real princess.

   "Thank you, Mr. Soldier, we thank you for your concern and kindness...but we have already figured out the way forward, our destiny is not here."

   "Thank you from the bottom of my heart for letting us live, and I wish you can continue to walk with your ideals."

  The militiaman hesitated, then glanced at the innocent Piru, and then at the expressionless entourage next to him.

   He feels that these two are not good things, but he is indeed not qualified to make decisions for others, and he can't even say anything nice.

   "You guys take care..."

  Bonnie nodded, glanced at the soldier gratefully, then took her son's hand and followed the joyous Piru towards the direction of the Far Wind Hotel.

   They exiled themselves, leaving the settlement and heading for the wasteland.

   But it was their choice.

   Looking at the back of the mother and son walking away, the militiaman was a little depressed, and muttered to the old militia next to him.

   "I don't know if I'm doing the right thing... Master Sid is bad enough, and his son is bad enough, but his wife doesn't really do anything, and even rarely leaves the door."

   The old militiaman glanced at him.

   "What do you know? It's hard to persuade **** ghosts with good words. You don't care where they go and what they do? Just do your job well."

  The road is chosen by oneself.

  Look at the lost masters and aunts who are lost and ignored, how many people are envious of those two.

   Not far away, Gnis hugged her husband Malvin tightly, crying to tears.

  Melvin's lips trembled, patted his wife's back lightly, and said something to comfort her, but his eyes were full of vicissitudes.

   He seemed to have aged a dozen years overnight, the wrinkles were deep enough to catch the snow slag, and there were countless white hairs in the tousled hair.

   "It's alright...everything will be alright..."

   he murmured while praying for the rest of the family.

   Watching the back of Kumit leaving, Kishu stood beside his parents blankly, his whole figure was like a puppet with a lost soul.

   He wanted to do something to change this settlement, so he flew back from the ideal city.

   But he never thought things would turn out like this.

   He has no face to face his father Malvin, no face to his elder brother Warfield, even no face to Alyssa…

   He always had a chance to atone.

  If he had been braver at that time, instead of hiding in the inner city with his big brother, he rushed out desperately to find Alyssa, maybe he would be killed by the angry mob, but he might not be able to win people's forgiveness with Alyssa...

   But there is no such thing as regret medicine in this world.

  I'm really sorry, he shouldn't have come back...

   Keishu took a step forward, and Malvin saw it, and immediately reached out and grabbed him, staring at the bastard.

   "Turn yourself in with me! Confess what you've done to the new authorities! The Alliance won't kill you, they'll give you a chance to be a new person—"

   "It's too late." Keith shook his head.

   Seeing his useless appearance, the furious Malvin slapped him and slapped him in the face.

"Snapped-!"

   A crisp sound.

   Jixiu didn't hide, let the slap slap on the face, his empty head was slapped aside by the wrinkled hand.

   Seeing that he did not reflect at all, Malvin, who was angry on his head, raised his hand and wanted to hit, but was grabbed by his wife.

   "Enough," Gniss stared at him with blurry tearful eyes, "Stop hitting him, Keishu is still a child, let me persuade him..."

   "You bastard!" Malvin glared at Jixiu and scolded, "What time is it, can you listen to your father!"

  Why is everyone fighting against him!

   Forget about Sid, so did his son!

   Jishou laughed suddenly.

   smiled and shed tears again.

   "Sorry dad, I failed your cultivation... I am indeed a hopeless fool, as you can see."

   He paused and said to himself.

"The friends on Duanyun are right, I am like them, we are all slackers who love to recite sutras, but the difference is that they have a lot in their hearts and know that the sutras they recite will harm others, so they never teach What should people in the wasteland do. I am different. Not only do I feel that I am right, but I also feel that I have learned something precious that should be used by everyone..."

  Looking blankly at his son who suddenly became a stranger, Malvin said in a trembling voice.

"Where are you going?"

   "Go to the wasteland." Keishu said calmly.

"You're crazy!? That's a place to eat people! Do you think you walked to the ideal city on two legs? It's the mercenary I found for you! You **** won't survive tomorrow morning!" Moore Wen Qi's seven orifices smoked, and he went up to hold the **** down, but he tripped over the snow thick to his knees.

   did not help his father lying on the snow, Ji Xiu took a step back and looked at him with shame when his temples were stained with gray.

   "I understand your painstaking efforts, confessing the crime and accepting reformation is my last chance, but I have no face to face anyone in this settlement... They forgive me, but I can never forgive myself."

   "My incompetent and arrogant scum should go to the wasteland to be beaten, rot and stink in some unknown stinky ditch, that's where I belong."

"Farewell, please tell my dear sister that her **** brother is dead, she doesn't have to atone for a rotten person like me, she should live happily in a beautiful new world - the fairy tale you quietly wrote in her heart ."

   "I think the league is actually a good place...but we probably won't see each other again."

   He bowed slightly towards the giant wall, tightened the suitcase in his hand, turned his back to the bustling square and his desperate parents, and walked into the howling cold wind...

  …

   At dusk.

The rescue station of the    Alliance unfolded in the huge stone city, and a cauldron was propped up in front of the gate on the inside of the giant wall, persuading those who wanted to escape from the city.

   500,000 catties of grain a day, only less than 250,000 silver coins, not to mention saving a little, in fact, you can't eat that much.

   It's nothing compared to the price of watching the settlement rot.

   And we are all family now.

   Smelling the refreshing aroma, not to mention the hungry poor, even the guards watching the gate swallowed.

   "It's actually porridge..."

   "I thought it was a nutritional cream... A nutritional cream would be good."

   "Praise the alliance! Praise the managers!"

   "My child is saved..."

  The people whose necks were shrunk from the cold murmured softly, and some even secretly wiped away their tears, and their eyes rekindled their hope of surviving the winter.

  No one wants to eat the dead unless they are extremely hungry.

  Even if it was just a bowl of rice soup, it reminded them of the restraint of being a human being, and consciously formed a long queue within the isolation zone.

The   workers' union spontaneously helped maintain order at Lovett's call.

   Most of them are uneducated, and they don't look too smart. They only have a slogan - do what Bol should do.

   The object of their worship is not even a real guy, but their action and enthusiasm are surprisingly amazing.

   They themselves did not realize that, inspired by victory and miracles, that non-existent Boer had become a belief in their hearts—

  A purer and closer to the ground than the Bighorn Deer God!

   Even the well-trained soldiers couldn't help but look at the workers.

   They have no doubt that if you give these people a gun, these people will definitely be able to fight better than those mercenaries who do things with money.

   Even if these people have never been on a real battlefield.

   "Don't crowd, everyone has a share!"

  Yoya, wearing an apron, held a large spoon in his right hand and a trumpet in his left, and shouted proudly with the corners of his mouth raised.

   "Green Vegetables Mushroom Minced Pork Porridge! The food sponsored by Fuji Teng Hut, I hope everyone can spend the winter safely! We will let everyone wear beautiful new clothes in the spring of next year, and let the unpleasant past stay in the past."

  No one paid any attention to her, and everyone's attention was on the steaming pot.

   But Ya Ya was amused and shouted.

  Her language is not very standard, so I just took this opportunity to practice!

  Teng Teng glared at Yaya with a blushing face, wishing to throw her into the pot too.

   "You, you are enough! Do things well, don't say unnecessary words..."

   She is here to brush regional prestige.

   Regional reputation is useless for professional combat players, but it is very useful for her who is keen on simulation management!

   And this rare special server event can also unlock achievements that cannot be unlocked in normal daily activities.

  The place where the medal is awarded is not just the battlefield. In the words of the manager, it is also a battlefield in a certain sense.

   But even if that aside, she likes to do these things.

  The survivors in the wasteland have a simple understanding of kindness, and a bowl of hot porridge or a small thing can make them move to tears.

   And she will also gain spiritual satisfaction in the process, and the price she pays is just a little time to "dream" in bed.

   Looking at the blushing Teng Teng, she frowned mischievously.

   "What's the matter? It was the duck you sponsored. I just advertised your artwork by the way!"

   Seeing that she was going to make up some outrageous advertising slogans, Fujiteng blushed and was speechless, and hid his face in the milky white fog.

   In addition to the bad friend Yaya who came to join in the fun, Hua Hua, the clerk in a maid's long dress, was also eager to help.

   That warm-hearted little boss has almost become her idol.

   Hearing that such a big thing happened in Boulder City, she put down what she was doing without saying a word and decided to help, even the store was closed!

   What a kind person!

   Thinking of Miss Fujito's generosity, Huahua couldn't be more moved.

   In her eyes, the residents of Vault 404 are like little angels sent by the Great Horned Deer to help them, these wastelanders...

   A stall not far away.

   Holding a bowl of hot porridge, Kent bowed his head and thanked the cook in a nonchalant way, as if a stone was blocked in his heart.

   He hid at home that night and did not go out. Although there was a lot of noise outside, it did not affect his leaky room.

  The mercenaries and soldiers who took advantage of the fire were all going to those houses that were closer to the inner city, and would never go to the slums in the industrial area.

   He couldn't hold back his sleepiness, so he closed his eyes and fell asleep, and then it was dawn outside.

   After getting up, he originally wanted to go to work in Master Weijia's factory, but when he went there, he found that it had been sealed up.

   It was the workers’ union that sealed it down.

   Those thieves in prison are now masters.

Looking at the boxes of frozen meat and vegetables that were brought out of the warehouse, Kent's heart clenched for a while, but he didn't dare to go up and ask where the ingredients were moved. I went there to help, and I even got an armband made of gauze.

   Most of the workers didn't know him, but they liked this hard-working guy.

   Looking at the corpses dragged out of the alleys, Kent felt extremely fortunate. It was fortunate that he hid at home that day, otherwise he might have been lying inside...

   squatted on the street and took a mouthful of rice porridge with vegetable residue and minced meat. Kent felt warm in his stomach, but his heart became more and more blocked.

   To make himself feel better, he muttered.

   "Hehe...you screwed everything up, what did you get?"

"Don't say you won't become Master Stephen, didn't that Lovett become the president of the workers' union? The militia regiment leader is Joey, just another Zhao regiment leader, a new group of masters... And I still have to Eat Union food."

   The more he thought about it, the more angry he became. He took a mouthful of hot porridge and sighed in frustration.

   heard his muttering, a worker shifted his **** and sat next to him with a smile.

   "Man, how can you say we're getting nothing? Lovett said we'll have a constitution that everyone will abide by."

   "The Union's constitution?" Kent gave him a sideways glance and snorted, "Stop dreaming, it's just a bunch of lords."

   The co-worker looked at him in astonishment, his eyes suddenly becoming pitiful.

  Kent hated that look, but was afraid of his armband, even if he had it himself.

   "I know who you are."

  Kent's heart tightened, his face was pale, and his soul was almost scared to death.

  There is a secret in his heart, he took Alec and Phyllis, took Sberg from the door of the beer hall and sent him to prison.

  Although he didn't see the wanted notice posted on the wall, he could be sure that the workers must be secretly looking for him, and if they found him, they would be dragged into the alley and executed in secret.

   "Who?" He swallowed and asked tremblingly.

   The co-worker shrugged.

   "Ken."

  The air was quiet for a while.

  …Ken?

   Who is that?

  New riddles?

  Kent looked blank.

   In the moment just now, he experienced the feeling of a roller coaster, especially when the worker next to him spit out the first half syllable.

   "We got a fundamental law that everyone must obey, and you said we got nothing. Maybe in your heart, you don't think that's something important at all."

  Kent blushed angrily.

"Isn't it? The whole settlement is in a mess! It's all of you that put me out of my job! If it wasn't for that idiot named Sperger who had to go against the grain, if it wasn't for you guys, you'd rather trust a **** Pol, We would rather listen to what a little girl has to say than we are now reduced to begging from our neighbors!"

"Just do it like this. And you're right, begging is really bad, we will repay this favor." The worker sighed, not intending to explain more to him, but said to himself, "Lovette said, we don't It may convince everyone that this is the normal state of life. There must be people who criticize us for all kinds of reasons and angles, but it doesn’t matter. They say theirs, we do ours.”

   "He asked us to supervise him, and found out that one day he started talking to those who bullied us, he punched him hard and spit in his face, that's the important thing."

   Looking at Kent who was holding his breath to the point of suffocation, the coworker joked in an apologetic tone.

"You better go, it's not for you here, really. You're not even as good as your Mr. Vija, who doesn't do business without risk, and has to lick Mr. Sid's shoes from time to time. You're not as good as Alicia, she By standing up, you have already taken a risk that you will never be able to take in your life. What did you do last night? Hide under the quilt and cry?"

"And now, you're sitting here with a bowl, and you're yin and yang there - 'Oh, mud legs can't be a big deal, you're just changing a bunch of lords', 'Oh, what does a little girl know?'," Oh, it's all your fault that I lost my job'. Yes, you are right, we hurt you, we are finished tomorrow, you run away. "

"Why don't you go to Honghe Town? There you can use your inexhaustible strength to work for 24 hours. You don't have to worry about everyone stopping you from making money. They will be very considerate to help you. Keep the aliens and predators out."

   smiled and patted this Ken on the shoulder. After finishing the porridge in the bowl, the worker got up and went to the kitchen to return the bowl.

   In a while, he has to go to the workers' union to help.

   They have united and won.

   Then they will continue to unite.

   As for the future...

   Then let’s talk about it in the future.

If Lowit did not do well, just take a meal!

  …

   On the other side, there was a sign hanging at the registration office of the alliance, which read the two lines of "confession is lenient, resistance is strict".

  Some inner city nobles and their doglegs also lined up here.

   For those who want to stay in the alliance, they can speak out about their crimes here, find the parties to apologize with the help of the alliance, and ask for leniency.

  The alliance will code their photos in the newspaper. The prison term is capped at 20 years. If the attitude is good, it will only be three to five years. After finishing the prison meal, you can start a new life. If you show positive behavior, you can get a reduced sentence.

   Of course, they can also choose to keep secrets in their hearts and hide like mice, praying that no one will identify them with evidence in the future.

The staff of the    Alliance did not discriminate against them, but the scum-like expression was indeed scary enough.

  House didn't want to go there, but when he saw the Union soldiers at the gate of the city, he couldn't help but shivered, and he finally walked over.

   Every now and then someone leaves the team, someone joins in, and finally it's his turn.

  House didn't dare to delay, and followed the aristocratic grandfather who stood up in front of him, rubbing his hands tremblingly, and sat at the wooden table.

   turned a page of the paper full of writing, and the staff handed him a cup of hot water and said expressionlessly.

   "Tell me, who did you kill? How did you kill it, how many people, how old."

   "I...I didn't kill anyone, I swear to God!" Startled by this simple and crude opening remark, House hurriedly raised his right hand and said tremblingly, "Absolutely not!"

   The big horned deer **** is above!

   He couldn't help but glanced at the nobleman who was taken away by the Union soldiers.

   What the **** did this guy do? !

  The staff was stunned for a moment, staring at the person in front of him with a strange expression, feeling familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it.

   The Alliance soldier standing aside did the same, frowning and looking at him.

   "Hey, you look familiar... Where have I seen you there?"

   "House!"

   Afraid that he would not turn himself in after speaking, a pale smile appeared on Haus' face, and his curled body seemed to shrink even smaller.

   "I...I confess all! But please give me a chance to explain and redeem!"

   Without waiting for the staff member to speak, House swallowed and continued.

   "You know what? If a person always says shit, he actually knows what the answer is. Have you ever played the guessing game in the newspaper? It's not easy to be all right, but it's not easy to be all wrong."

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, I've scolded your managers, and I've scolded you, but I don't hate you at heart, I can't even help applauding your courage, but I have to help The gentlemen speak."

"My logic may be a little confusing, but it's okay, you don't understand, but the manager must understand what I mean. The reason why I curse you hard is just to call you quickly and shut down this casino as soon as possible. Master De is in charge, there must be no help here, but if it is replaced by Lord Shuguang, there must be a way! Look, you really called! In fact, I also have a share of the credit! "

   These words are from the heart of House.

   After he learned what kind of organization the alliance is, he has no doubt that the managers are really good people.

   There are really good people other than idiots in this wasteland!

If he is really a profiteer, he can obviously not step on the accelerator, go hand in hand with Malvern, cooperate with the inside and outside, continue to play the debt game, and make the deposits of the residents of Boulder City become negative, then the people here are really finished. .

The lords can go to the ideal city to enjoy, and those poor ghosts have to work for the alliance until they die, and live with the breath of the alliance. Thousands turn individuals into more than 200,000 people.

   Changed to the Bugra Free State in the north. Mr. Sigma would definitely not restrain himself, but the administrator restrained and even generously pulled them to the same front... This is what shocked and surprised House the most.

   That lord really intends to end the wasteland!

   He really considers the survivors of Boulder as survivors too!

   Praise the Alliance!

   Praise the manager! !

   Ever since he heard that the grown-up called the Rabbi a progressive voice, House was sure that he was not mistaken.

   After all, he is one of the few awake people in this casino!

   Not to mention that even the half-way monk Sberg can be invited as a guest. If it were him, the manager would definitely treat him as a guest!

   Several staff members and soldiers looked at each other.

   They held their faces at first, but finally couldn't help laughing when they heard House say "he also has a share of the credit".

  House looked at them blankly, not understanding what they were laughing at.

  I finally got up the courage to sit here and confess my crime, but these guys see him as a joke!

   His face became redder and redder, and he clenched his fists, but he didn't dare to attack, so he could only hide his fists in his sleeves.

   "What do you...what do you want? I can explain to the manager in person—"

   The staff did not explain, and said with a smile.

   "Are you here to make us laugh? It's not that I despise you. All the cases here are registered with people's lives. We don't have time to listen to your jokes, although what you say is okay."

   Another staff member smirked and said with a joke,

"If you think you have any credit, then go to the workers' union or the militia to claim credit. They are the ones who rise up. I'm disappointed you, we didn't take you as a threat at all, if it wasn't for everyone For the sake of fellow villagers, we don't even bother to come."

   The soldier wearing the exoskeleton stretched out his hand, lifted the stunned Haus from the table, and led him outside the isolation belt.

The    soldier patted him on the shoulder and gave him a disgusting look.

   "Go away, the manager doesn't bother to talk to you, but I really want to kick your ass. If I hadn't been at work, I would have done it."

  The alliance has the discipline of the alliance. At any rate, you can't beat people when you are wearing military uniforms. It is not worth it for a clown to take his glory.

  The soldier returned to his post.

  House stood lost in the street.

   Looking at the real villains who were lining up to confess their crimes, for a moment, he wished that he would be caught by the soldiers of the Alliance and put in jail, or even punched and kicked.

  Not caring is the greatest arrogance.

   It turns out that people are too lazy to pay attention to him.

   Even the "Workers' Daily", which has only been established for less than a year, can be regarded as a progressive voice, but the broadcast he has been shouting for more than ten years has not been taken seriously by the other party.

  What has he done in his life...

   "He doesn't want me..."

  Life seems to have lost its meaning.

  Like a walking corpse, House walked away blindly.