This Game Is Too Realistic Chapter 541: It’s too late, organism

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"Bang!"

Gently blow away the smoke from the muzzle.

Looking at the fallen man in the crowd not far away, the man standing by the window smiled slightly, retracted the revolver against the window, and gently moved the slightly open curtains with his raised little finger.

Screams and roars came one after another, and the color of blood replaced the sunset that was blocked by clouds... Sure enough, this was the color that this street should have.

However, those militiamen were surprisingly weak. He thought more people would die, but in the end, many bullets flew past their scalps.

Can’t you do it?

But he didn't think that the mob would forgive those people.

The corner of his mouth curled up into an evil smile.

The show has officially begun!

A lazy female voice came from the bed not far away.

"It's really a bad idea, can't you do it secretly?"

The man shook his head and said slowly

"Too slow... Do you know that feeling? A movie has reached the last moment, but it is paused. The powder keg is obviously there, the fuse has been inserted, but no one is there Dare to go... The same goes for the Alliance, the nobles, and Mr. Fang Ming too."

His name is Lai Yin. He is from the Bugla Free State. He is a professional mercenary and an awakened person. The woman not far behind him, her name was Serite, was the killer of the Dagger Gang in the slums outside the city.

The Bugra Free State was established in Boulder City a long time ago.

Lord Sigmar is very interested in something here, something that can help them get rid of the control of the suzerain country at a critical moment.

The protection of the Rift Valley is both a blessing and a curse.

Those noble adults don't care what the little people think. They only look at the blueprint on their desk, and then point fingers through a window.

Sometimes they are right, but not always.

They need that weapon!

So when Master Sid wanted to get rid of Sperger, the Dagger Gang immediately handed over the knife. But what is surprising is that they almost succeeded, but failed at the last moment. The knife they handed out disappeared together with Sberg.

This is so weird.

"I'm worried about something." Sailit looked at the man from afar, her lazy voice filled with concern.

"What's the matter?" Lai Yin said nonchalantly.

"City Lord, that Fang Ming," Sailit said casually, "according to our investigation, he knows everything that happened in this settlement, so he must have seen you shoot."

Lai Yin smiled casually and waved his hand.

"Ah, don't worry about this. If you have really investigated it, you should know... He will only take action in two situations, to help people here deal with the mutant slime mold, and the forces related to the post-war reconstruction committee. ."

Tell me why.

Because that's what it is.

People cannot be greedy and expect the gun to move by itself and distinguish who is a good guy and who is a bad guy, who deserves to die and who does not deserve to die.

The first generation residents made it, but they were also afraid of its power.

After all, humans themselves are fickle creatures, and those who design AI are not completely sure that the old operating system can always meet the needs of the new generation. The new generation is not so confident about the operating system designed by the older generation. After all, if children always listened carefully to their parents, mankind would still be in the Stone Age and there would be no era of prosperity.

Yes.

People actually don’t know where they are going, so how can they expect AI to figure out the destination for them and build the road to the destination?

A society completely managed by AI will eventually become a pigsty, and AI, no matter how human-like it is, will never become a human being. People in the pre-Prosperity era had proven that it was undesirable to have both.

At this moment, there was suddenly a slight noise on the stairs outside the door.

The sound was so weak that it was almost impossible to notice it if you didn't listen carefully. However, Laijun noticed the movement immediately.

He immediately stopped talking, squinted his eyes and looked at the door, put down the revolver, and picked up the submachine gun with the drum on the table.

Hearing some noises as well, the female killer stopped talking and silently pulled out the dagger and pistol from under the pillow.

The footsteps at the door gradually became clearer, walking towards them step by step, from far to near, just like Dongdongdong knocking on the door.

The voice stopped in front of the door without any concealment.

There is no doubt that that person came for them.

At this time, no one will come to clean the room...

"Who?"

Lai Yin spoke cautiously.

No one answered.

In order to strike first, he pulled the trigger without hesitation, and a burst of fire exploded from the muzzle of the gun. The sound of the tearing machine and the rain of orange bullets suddenly shot towards the door, leaving a series of marks on the wooden door. loophole.

However, almost at the same time, the damaged door panel exploded, and the flying fragments rolled towards him like cannonballs.

"Damn--"

Lai Yin dodged awkwardly and rolled to the window, finally catching a glimpse of the man standing at the door through his peripheral vision.

The jet black mirror covered her face. She was holding an explosion-proof gun in her left hand and a short-tube micro punch in her right hand. Her number - X-16 - was engraved on the back card and breastplate. .

"Go to hell!" A fierce look flashed in Serite's eyes, and she rushed toward her like lightning. She raised the dagger and pulled the trigger of the pistol at the same time.

The bullets with added gunpowder opened circles of tiny spider web patterns on the explosion-proof shield. X-16 stood there motionless, raising his submachine gun and aiming it at her.

Almost at the same time, Lai Yin also aimed at her holding the shield.

"Da da da--!"

The trajectory of orange-yellow bullets was like raindrops, almost heating the air in the room. Selite suddenly rolled to avoid the rain of bullets coming from two directions, screaming and cursing.

"Do you want to kill me too!"

"If I didn't support you, you would be dead already."

Lai Yin replied with a curse, moving towards the window while maintaining fire suppression on the X-16.

The man held the living cards motionless, suddenly threw away the short-barreled submachine gun in his hand, and swung out a half-meter-long short stick with a flick of his arm.

Lai Yintong's hole shrank slightly, and a bad premonition crept into his heart. Without hesitation, he used his back shoulder to open the window and rolled out.

"I'm withdrawing, take care of yourself!"

Selite's expression changed.

"I--"

Before she could finish her words, the blast of air blew away half of her unfinished sentence.

The sudden explosion of flames engulfed her and the attacker in an instant. This guy planted explosives in the room!

But how did he bring it in? !

It’s too late to think about this problem. After all, awakened people are also human beings.

The aftermath of the explosion finally subsided, and a trace of steam rose in the dark room.

Looking at the body that was almost roasted to charcoal on the ground, x-16 shook his head, threw away the shield that was blown into two pieces, and tapped his head with his index finger.

"The target died and escaped..."

"I'm injured and need repair."

At the same time, Lai Yin's back hit the street, a painful sound escaped from his mouth, he struggled to stand up from the ground, and limped into the alley next to him.

Although there were some explosives hidden in the room, he could not be sure whether the guy suspected of being an android was killed.

He must leave here immediately.

What a pity for that woman named Serite.

Although she has to be careful with the dagger she hides under her pillow, Lai Yin can be sure that she is a good woman.

"Inner city...weapon controllers should be in the inner domain..." Withdrew to another nearby street, he looked towards the direction of the inner city, gritted his teeth, and murmured with a sinister expression. He said to himself, "We have to find a way to get in."

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History always moves forward amid countless coincidences.

Big changes often don't always contain great secrets. Maybe it's just two mice fighting and kicking over an oil lamp.

The fight in the hotel room was just an insignificant episode, but the chaos ignited by the gunshot continued on the street.

The entire Boulder City is in chaos.

At the entrance from the outer city to the inner city, soldiers wearing exoskeletons placed shooting bunkers in front of the door and barricades on the street to disperse the crowd.

The Malvern family crowded at the gate of the inner city.

They should have gone in a long time ago, but at this moment a very serious problem occurred - Alyssa, the youngest in the family, was missing.

No one noticed when she disappeared.

As soon as the gunfire rang out, everyone panicked and just ran towards the inner city, fearing that they would be accidentally injured by stray bullets or overtaken by the mob scurrying like cockroaches.

Maybe she just fell down on the road and was able to get up quickly and continue running.

Hopefully that's all.

Ji Xiu beat up the old housekeeper and asked the old man to take six servants to look for him along the way he came. If he couldn't find him, he was not allowed to come back.

Warfield paced back and forth anxiously, glanced at his watch, and muttered to himself.

"The voting is about to begin... We can't wait any longer."

It's getting dark.

His father hasn't come back yet, so he must have failed.

But Warfield didn't have high hopes.

Boulder City tried to tie up the alliance with debt, and the alliance in turn held the rope around its neck. One person had to die in this duel, but it was a pity that they lost.

That man does have a kind side, but people here seem to have selectively forgotten how the alliance's settlements came about.

Every city.

It is a living monument.

Of course, why not themselves?

This family can only rely on him from now on.

Warfield clenched his fists.

Gennis collapsed in Bonnie's arms, crying with tears in her eyes, her eyes red, and she kept choking.

"Alyssa, my Alyssa... Where have you been? Come back to mom. You can do whatever you want in the future. Mom will never talk about the newspaper again."

Patting her best friend's back gently, Bonnie comforted her softly.

"I have asked my brother to help you find her. It will be fine."

Her brother's name is Russell, a commander in the 2,000-man regiment, and is currently leading troops outside to maintain order. After learning the news, he had already detached a team of 100 people to search for Alyssa's whereabouts, saying that he would bring her back safely at all costs.

Bonnie believes that everything will be fine.

No matter Alyssa.

Not enough for this settlement.

Ji Xiu gritted his teeth and struggled with his eyes for a while.

In the end, he made the bravest decision in his life - even braver than when he escaped from the settlement with his tail between his legs.

"I have to find her!"

When Warfield heard this, he grabbed the guy with abnormal brain, pulled him in front of him, glared at him and cursed angrily.

"Are you crazy?"

Ji Xiu stared at him and roared like a mad dog.

"You are crazy! She is your sister!"

"So what if she's my sister!" Warfield raised his voice again, his nose almost touching his face, and roared, "Just because she is my sister, all of us have to wait here! Will you die with her?"

Hearing the word "death", Grace fainted. Bonnie hugged her and glared at Warfield with a sullen expression.

This guy really can't speak.

Looking at the angry and frightened Ji Xiu, Warfield's eyes suddenly narrowed, he let go of his hand, and pushed his shoulder.

"Go ahead, I won't stop you."

Ji Xiu staggered to his feet, panting and looking at his brother, with half surprise, half anger, and a little bit of fear in his eyes.

Warfield took a step towards him, stared into his eyes, and suddenly laughed.

"Maybe there are a few guys in the mob who know you."

Ji Xiu swallowed.

"What do you mean."

"It's not interesting," Warfield said casually, "You must have forgotten, right, that girl, that old man, that family, and the fire five years ago. They did die, but They also have neighbors, neighbors’ neighbors, guess what they will do to you?”

Kisu's face turned pale. He could no longer say anything to go out and find Alyssa. He even lost the courage to look back.

That was a hurdle that he could never overcome.

Of course he will not forget those people, and he has also thought about giving them some compensation, but how can he make up for it when everyone is dead?

There is no other way.

It’s okay to build another outer city to make your life better, right? Just think of it as... a gift from Lord Gisu.

Furthermore, I heard that Gr is something that can make everyone live a good life. It doesn’t have a bunch of problems like chips, and it doesn’t even require central banks and banks... He doesn’t quite understand the underlying principles of that thing. But he is willing to bring this new gadget back and let everyone use it.

But it seems too late to say this now.

When he saw the lovely Alyssa disappearing together with the rag doll he handed her, Ji Xiu finally felt a hint of fear.

What will those people who hate him and hate them do to Alyssa?

He didn't dare to think about it at all.

Looking at the pale face and weak and trembling calves, Warfield's eyes were filled with a hint of contempt and he spoke word by word.

"You should really listen to your father more. Idiots like you shouldn't come back here. You and Alyssa are both idiots. You are an idiot in another sense. I have to say this." ?!"

"You, a loser, should stay in Ideal City and dream about your daydreams, while she should go to the Alliance and live the miserable life she dreams of."

He grabbed the kid's collar, his expression twisted.

"Follow me."

"If you don't want to die."

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In the dark and messy alleys, there are icicles under the eaves, and unswept piles cover the bumpy road, almost covering the edge of your boots.

Stumbling around in the alley, Alyssa's eyes were filled with helplessness, hesitation and uneasiness. Her red right hand, which was so cold, was holding the rag doll tightly, and her small mouth leaked out of the white room. .

"Mom...brother..."

"······Where are you?"

Not crying was her last strength.

She wanted to shout loudly, but she didn't dare to make a loud sound.

Intuition told Alyssa that this settlement was no longer the safe settlement. Even if a kitten was lost, a kind-hearted mercenary would find it for her.

If she were discovered now, she might really die...

The time goes back to an hour ago.

The inner city alarm sounded, and her second brother finally came back to join everyone, and the family hurriedly fled towards the inner city.

She should have followed everyone closely, but the snow was too heavy.

While passing through a small alley, she accidentally fell down, lying in the snow, and her hairpin fell off.

That was a gift her father bought her at the celebration.

She subconsciously pushed aside the snow and picked it up from the ground. However, when she raised her head again, everyone was gone.

She wanted to call out to her mother and brothers, but the noise around her was too noisy, with gunshots and explosions in the distance. Her screams were like cotton wool thrown into the fire, burning every strand. The green smoke could not be seen, but the fire was still burning more and more fiercely.

Towering buildings blocked the inner city. She didn't dare to stop, so she could only wander around in the alleys, and ended up in dead ends several times.

The familiar Boulder City suddenly became unfamiliar, and the intricate streets seemed to have turned into a maze. But she couldn't blame people for making the streets too complicated. She should blame herself. Although these alleys were not far from her home, she had never entered them once.

But there was no time to think about those things. Alyssa walked forward helplessly while sobbing silently.

Even she is not sure whether this is the direction leading to the inner city,

Just like those angry people who are not sure whether they are doing the right thing, the survivors throughout the settlement are going crazy uncontrollably.

Especially when the gunfire rang out, everything changed. No one even took care of the burning house.

People no longer put out fires, they even wish that the fires would burn even brighter. It would be better to burn everything down and start all over again.

There was sudden movement in the alley next door, and Alyssa immediately stopped and hurriedly hid behind a pile of broken boxes.

Almost less than half a minute after she hid, a group of men in rags passed in front of the broken wooden box and turned into the alley next door.

Alyssa held her breath, not daring to make the slightest sound.

Suddenly, a surprised voice came from outside.

"Hey, there's an inner city woman here!"

Alyssa's heart was in her throat, and her eyes were filled with fear and despair.

But she soon discovered that the target of those people was not her, but a woman lying on the ground in the alley next door.

The woman sat slumped on the snow. She seemed to have fallen just like herself. Her handbag fell not far away, and a few large-denomination chips and some cosmetics fell out of it.

Looking at the men getting closer and closer, her face showed fear at first, and then turned into pleading. She backed away and said begging for mercy.

"No! I, I am not a resident of the inner city! You have found the wrong person. I...I am just a clerk working in a bank."

The bearded man chuckled, his face as cold as the ice and snow.

"Bank? That's not a good place."

Soon someone started shouting in agreement.

"Bank... I usually hate you the most!"

"Aren't you quite capable? What are you afraid of? Haha."

The woman knelt in the snow with a majestic face and begged.

"No...no...please let me go and find those real nobles."

"You said you are not a noble man from the inner city," the man with a scar on his mouth looked at the handbag on the ground playfully, "but this handbag of yours is the skin of the Death Claw, right?"

He is a mercenary.

He was unmistakable about what the Deathclaw's skin looked like.

"Chips with a face value of one thousand!" The man who walked behind her leaned down and picked up the plastic pieces scattered on the ground. Then he raised it high as if he had found some treasure and shouted in surprise, "Guys, a thousand chips! This is not money for poor people!"

The woman's face showed a look of despair.

The man with the scar on his mouth looked down at her and said with contempt in his eyes.

"Do you have anything else to explain?"

She was speechless.

She knew that these people had made up their minds to humiliate her, to laugh at her jokes, to have fun with her, and to vent their anger on her.

So no matter what she said, they would definitely put the noble hat on her, and even if she wanted to take it off, they would straighten it for her.

She simply closed her eyes in despair, hoping that the process would not be too long...

Some people watch in silence, and even most people are silent. Conscience still exists in the hearts of most people, but they also hesitate.

Why?

Why are they the ones who endure it?

The noble master never showed mercy when he bullied them. Now they finally mustered up the courage to set a fire, but they have to worry about it getting too hot?

Why!

There are more dirty words.

"Haha, I heard that the clothes of nobles are made of Mo Zhongsi!"

"How about giving it a try, what if she hides the black card?"

Looking at the expressions on people's faces, the bearded man who first attacked her frowned, feeling something was wrong, and spoke.

"Hey guys, I think it's a bit too much... We may really have the wrong person. Aristocrats don't work in banks. She may really just be——"

"Shut up, you idiot!" The man with the scar on his mouth narrowed his eyes and glared at him, "If you are not interested in what happens next, just get out of here."

Several people following him immediately responded and shouted.

"That's right!"

"We don't have a coward like you in our team!"

"Go away! Rufu!"

The bearded man was still trying to argue, but he really couldn't think of how to express himself, so he could only hold back a sentence.

"But Bol will never take action against an unfortunate person! You have gone too far!"

The man with the scar on his mouth said impatiently.

"Huh? Bol? What the **** is that."

"Stop————!"

A piercing scream suddenly sounded, making the entire alley quiet, as if cold water was poured on a hot brazier.

People turned around and looked at the little girl standing at the entrance of the alley.

Being looked at by so many pairs of eyes, Alyssa felt that her calves were getting weak, but she still mustered up the courage to hold on to the rag doll in her hand.

The very tall manager said that she has a pair of smart eyes and she will become a very outstanding person.

She understands their anger.

But they are crossing the line, this chaos is getting out of control, and reckless people are getting hurt. If this continues, they will become real Jing disciples!

And their ideals, their demands, everything about them, together with them, will completely turn into a shame for this settlement. She must stand up.

Stop them before it's irreversible.

"You..."

Alyssa mustered up her courage and prepared to say something while people could still hear her voice. However, as soon as she opened her mouth to say a word, she was interrupted by a scream.

"She is Alyssa!"

Looking at her childish face, the woman kneeling on the ground suddenly screamed in surprise.

No trace of despair could be seen on that joyful face. She stood up staggeringly as if she had come to life again.

She pointed at Alyssa and said aggressively.

"Alyssa! The little daughter of the Malvern family! I won't admit my mistake, I work in a bank! She is a resident of the inner city, and she has that black card!"

Hysterical shouts echoed in the narrow alley, and the entire alley soaked in wind and snow became completely silent.

Those pairs of eyes made Alyssa feel cold in her hands and feet.

The rag doll fell to the ground.

She turned pale and stopped shaking.

Like a dead person who cannot move...

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Where the militia regiment is stationed, people's hearts are floating.

Since just now, there has been no news about the 1,000-man team, and Captain Weilun is said to be missing.

There are rumors that they were dispersed because the ladylike guy raised the gun an inch too high. These people should not be merciful. Others said a soldier surrendered to the survivors and stood with them because his family was inside.

Some people say that the alliance distributed weapons to them, and those LD-47 and RPG rocket launchers are the best proof.

But this is difficult to explain. After all, LD-47 has been rampant in the wasteland for a long time. Even mercenaries are interested in the alliance's cheap and easy-to-use weapons.

What is really disturbing is how they brought these things in. Boulder City explicitly prohibits bringing explosives into settlements.

Some soldiers have heard that there have been some morally corrupt people in their ranks recently, and they dare to sell people as long as they are given money.

But they still couldn't believe that those people would relax their inspections on entering the settlement.

Are those guys watching the gate poor and crazy?

Not satisfied with the city entry tax?

I dare to make money even if I spend my life...

A few soldiers wearing exoskeletons paused together, whispering.

"Damn... I would rather face those ugly slime molds than fight those guys who live with me day and night."

"Those people want Sperger."

"Just let me tell them! I'm just a poor guy!"

"But the inner city refused to hand him over. I heard that the inner city didn't know where he had gone, otherwise they would have given him over long ago."

"How is that possible! There are only a few exit doors in the entire settlement, how could he just evaporate?"

"I guess he is dead, but I don't think it's that simple... You know, those gentlemen usually do it very secretly, making a person disappear without letting him make a sound."

"What nonsense, have you forgotten about the fire five years ago? Those people are not smart guys at all."

"If you didn't mention it, I almost forgot... Speaking of which, that Ji Xiu is back, I kept seeing him wandering around the door some time ago."

The young man was getting excited when his partner next to him suddenly pulled him and pointed in the direction of the entrance to the camp.

Seeing the centurion walking this way, the group immediately shut their mouths and stopped saying a word.

Qiao Yin heard their conversation from a distance, but didn't want to pay attention to these talkative guys.

He just received an order from the command center to bring his equipment and head to the assembly point as quickly as possible. Realizing that there might be a major mission, he didn't dare to delay and rushed over immediately.

His immediate superior, Captain Russell, is already waiting for him.

Looking at Qiao Yin walking towards him, Russell, who was wearing power armor, said without any nonsense and in a serious tone.

"The little daughter of the Malvern family is lost. Take your people and set off immediately. No matter what the cost, you must bring her back safely."

Qiao Yin stood up straight.

"What if someone blocks it?"

Russell stared into his eyes and repeated word for word.

"I said, no matter what the cost!"

"Yes."

Qiao Yin didn't like the arrogant attitude of this noble man, but obeying orders was a soldier's bounden duty.

And even putting this aside, his family has moved to the inner city and is currently living in a warm apartment waiting for everything to be over.

He and his children swore that he would not let them down and would bring victory and glory home.

No matter what, we cannot let that group of thugs and the robbers mixed with the thugs destroy the two centuries of achievements of Boulder City!

The soldiers quickly completed their assembly.

When he walked in front of his subordinates, Qiao Yin took a deep breath, looked around at everyone, and said in a loud voice.

"We lost a resident, a little girl who is not tall. She is as old as your daughter. Now we are going to bring her back and bring her to her parents."

"Her photos have been sent to your terminals, and the reconnaissance drone has gone to the target area to search."

"Approved to use all light and heavy fire weapons."

"Bring her back safely at all costs!"

After hearing this order, all the soldiers breathed a sigh of relief and regained their morale.

No matter what, at least this thing is indisputably correct.

They were doing the right thing, instead of being dragged into a group of unarmed survivors like the First Thousand.

With fighting intent burning in their eyes, they answered sonorously and forcefully.

"Yes!"

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The streets of the outer city were swaying with snow.

The conference hall in the inner city was also noisy.

The survivors holding the black cards quarreled.

"There are too many chips circulating in the market! We must find a way to take back some of it! Let the excess liquidity flow to where it should go!"

"Haha, take back part of it. Whose is it?"

"As we all know, those poor devils have no money to squeeze out, and we can't turn their accounts into negative."

"Give up, this is a complete waste of money. We might as well think of a solution from our neighbor, while we can still fight, **** him and the whole problem will be solved!"

"Everyone! What time is it, and you are still discussing bargaining chips! Those people outside are clamoring to kill us, at least we have solved this problem first!"

"Those are all small things. I'm worried that the Alliance will do something while we are in such a big trouble. That ambitious guy has been coveting the airspace of Qingquan City for a long time..."

A bearded guy suddenly knocked on the table and stood up shouting.

"Factory! Factory! As long as the machines that produce things are still there! Any currency is just a cloud! The worst we can do is get another currency! The previous bargaining chip is invalid!"

The man must have been a new noble. He was quickly hit by a leather shoe on the face. When he staggered back and sat back, he was kicked by the noble next to him.

The chips are invalid?

Go crazy!

The people with the most leverage are sitting here!

Listening to those noisy voices, Sid yawned lazily, not wanting to listen to the arguments of those disrespectful guys.

He only focused on two things at the moment.

One is a table and the other is a disk.

Those poor people in the outer city have nothing to worry about. Noisy guys won't make a difference.

No one knows better than him how well-armed the militia is, and those soldiers wearing exoskeletons will beat those poor devils like they are killing ants.

If you have this time, why not keep an eye on the market.

He secretly hid the palm-sized trading device behind the cards on the table so that he could keep abreast of the latest market conditions.

It is worth mentioning that in just one day, the price of S coins hit a new high again! After breaking through the 1:10,000 mark, it quickly reached 20,000.

The lines jumping up and down seem to challenge the limits of imagination.

Sid held his breath, restrained his greed, and silently recited the formula in his heart.

"I am greedy when others are fearful, and retreat when others are greedy."

This formula doesn't rhyme very well.

But it works!

Relying on superb operating techniques, the total assets he holds have exceeded 2 billion chips, and the investment cost is less than 100 million.

He has never been so rich!

As long as the S currency rises again, he can buy the entire Boulder City alone! Even bought the alliance next door together!

"How about using S coins," he hummed jokingly in a voice that only he could hear, "The younger son of the Malvern family is quite smart, and he has learned some good things."

The other side.

After settling his mother and brother, Warfield appeared in the conference room solemnly on behalf of his father and his family.

Although he is very worried about the safety of his father and sister, now is the moment of life and death, and he must be like a pillar to support this crumbling house.

If the skin is gone, how will the hair be attached?

If Boulder City ceased to exist, his two warm and beautiful families would undoubtedly fall apart along with it.

While there is nothing else he can do now, he must do something!

The time for the meeting to start has arrived.

Battling and bickering are part of the meeting.

Some people noticed Warfield, who was said to be Malvern's favorite successor, and inquired about his father's whereabouts.

"Where is your father Malvern?"

Warfield stood up and said.

"He went to the Alliance for help."

The nobleman laughed out loud.

"Ask for help? I don't think he ran away!"

"He will not run away," Warfield looked at the noble and said seriously, "My father is just like you. He loves this settlement more than anyone else. We sincerely hope that it will become greater. , rather than sinking in chaos."

The man who had been hit by a shoe got up and stared at him angrily.

"So you messed up the economy? Boulder City Bank should be primarily responsible for this economic crisis!"

"Us?" Warfield narrowed his eyes and stared at the man intently, "Did we mess up the economy, or is it your greed that has been holding us back! As long as you eat better and look better, the outside world will also There won’t be so many lunatics clamoring to kill us."

His sister is still outside!

When he thought of this, Warfield felt a burst of fire in his heart.

The man with shoe marks on his face stared at him.

"You! Do you want to say it's our fault?"

The other nobles also looked slightly unkind.

To say that the group that eats the most is definitely the group of Malvern and Sid. Although they themselves ate some, they definitely didn't eat as much as these people. They wouldn't bear this big pot for these stingy people for no reason!

"My father can't say these words, but I must say it for him," Warfield looked at the nobles in the audience, clenched his fists, and said in a sincere voice, "Everyone, we are already here. It’s the most critical time, we must do something.”

For Malvin's sake, Sid coughed and lazily helped.

"Tell me how to do it."

As soon as he opened his mouth, the little nobles became much more docile.

Warfield was also relieved.

There are still many methods.

He has read the books his father gave him. At this time, as long as Boulder City taxes the richest people and spends the taxes on the poor, whether it is to help them repair their houses or install electrical wiring, The stagnant economy will regain its vitality.

Then they have to face up to the currency status of silver coins and use silver coins as foreign exchange reserves like Cr and dinars, just like the alliance will reserve and use their chips in a planned way.

Silver coins can solve more problems than Cr and dinar, which are far away and cannot quench their thirst. They need to re-examine their relationship with the alliance and give up treating them as vassals of the Stone City. Partners on the same front.

At least they have a consensus on "ending the wasteland era".

As long as his method can be implemented, they may have a hard time, but everything will be better in the future.

Whether it is Boulder City or the Alliance.

He was about to speak when a sudden voice sounded.

"You are very similar to a certain child many years ago. I see his shadow in you."

Wolfel was stunned for a moment, and immediately looked in the direction from which the voice came.

That was the corner of the conference hall, and there was an inconspicuous old man sitting there.

No one noticed how he came, or even remembered whether there was a seat there, but the old man seemed to have always been there, as if he had never left for a moment.

"...You are about the same age, and you are in the prime of your life." The old man gave his evaluation in a straightforward manner, without any praise or disparagement.

Warfield didn't recognize the old man and couldn't understand what he was talking about, so he frowned and said.

"Who are you?"

The old man didn't seem to hear it and said to himself.

"That kid was standing in a similar spot to you, and he was holding up a chip... like this, high above his head."

As he spoke, the old man took out a white chip from his pocket like magic, weighed it, and then raised it high.

Many people did not recognize the white chip, and did not even remember that there was a white variety of chips.

After all, the ones they usually see more often are the black and white ones with a crown. It only takes one to get people on their knees and kiss their leather shoes.

Looking at those familiar yet unfamiliar eyes, the old man seemed to be imitating someone's tone and spoke slowly.

"It can replace currency."

"Later someone refuted him, saying that children in the future would regard it as a toy."

"It's a pity that that person is gone, otherwise he would be happy. His children are actually very smart. They not only learned to make toys for themselves, but also learned to invent new toys."

The old man seemed to be telling stories from a long time ago.

Warfield's eyebrows furrowed even more.

"What exactly do you want to say?"

Contrary to his good temper, some nobles were impatient and started banging on the table and yelling loudly.

"Where are the guards?"

"Get this old thing out of here!"

"Check if he has a black card! Ask him how he got in!"

However, no guards came in.

The Monolith Building is different from other buildings in the inner city. The security system here is completely controlled by an automated AI.

Without its permission, no one can enter this conference room, and no one can leave.

The old man sighed, the wrinkles on his face gradually faded away, his pale hair turned black again, became younger, and finally slowly turned into Fang Ming's appearance.

It was only then that everyone suddenly realized that the person sitting there turned out to be their "city lord".

That Fang Ming has no sense of existence.

After relaxing his tense nerves and brows, Sid leaned back on his chair and cursed in a low voice.

"Damn it, what the **** are you doing... just pretending to be a ghost!"

It turns out to be Fang Ming!

Including the pug named House, the survivors of the entire Boulder City followed his lead, and the people in the militia also listened to his opinions.

However, the nobles in the inner city, especially the old nobles, knew very well that the so-called Lord of Boulder City was just a decoration.

That is a story that is older than the ancestral precepts.

The idealists a long time ago believed that as long as the AI ​​is named after the city lord, this survivor colony will never have such a thing as a "master".

But those old Hutu people are obviously not very smart, and they like to deceive themselves and others. It is better to imitate the guy next door and make up a legend about the spirit of the sea of ​​sand and let the poor ghosts chant sutras.

Having a nominal city lord is more convenient for kings like them.

Those poor people who were bullied didn’t even know who they were bullied by. When they were about to die, they were crying to Fang Ming - "Oh, my dear Lord City Lord, why don’t you care if you are omnipotent?" Just let me know, you can just make a sound."

Those poor people might as well pray in front of the refrigerator.

I pray that it would be best equipped with the functions of a frying pan and an oven, and could also chew up the medium-rare steak for them and feed it into their mouths.

If they have a refrigerator.

Boulder City does produce some refrigerators, but most of them are sold to the Alliance. Sid is not sure what those poor people have in their homes.

Fang Ming glanced at Sid, at Warfield who was silent, and then at everyone in the audience.

There was a hint of sadness or helplessness in its eyes.

Logically speaking, AI should not have feelings.

It has no doubt that it does not have that kind of thing.

Love and hate are burdens that only humans have, and they only have lines of logically rigorous code and disciplines that must not be violated.

Maybe I'm just sorry.

That person told it personally that they were all his continuation, but the eternal it could not see any trace of him in them.

"...He gave you the best things."

"But he left me the ugliest thing."

Looking at the silent conference room, the expressionless face was shaking, and the torn images were like rings of growth.

"Shame..."

"Blasphemy."

"You are hopeless, organisms, maggots, pigs..."

"I am ashamed of my mission!"

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(Originally I wanted to write a serious title, but in the end I couldn’t help but make a joke. Let’s also write about House’s ending later. I wrote it for him at the beginning.)