This Game Is Too Realistic Chapter 544: The fifth city of the alliance

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After coming back from the **** gate, Sperger felt like a changed person, suddenly having a new understanding of life and death.

He was undoubtedly a coward in the past. The wasteland was outside the giant wall, but he didn't even dare to take a look.

And now.

Rather than pure death, he was more worried about leaving this world with regrets.

It’s best to do what you want to do as early as possible.

To meet the person you want to meet, you may not have to wait until next spring...

The browsing room of Vault 404.

Sitting in front of the league managers, Sperger looked embarrassed. Although he was mentally prepared, he was still a little nervous.

He had just walked across a long stretch of snow, and his boots seemed to have been soaked in water, staining the floor here.

Looking at Siberg who kept changing his sitting position, Chu Guang couldn't help laughing.

"Don't be nervous, do I look scary?"

"That's not true...I'm afraid of staining your sofa, sir." Sperger scratched his head and whispered, "My clothes have not been washed for a few days, and they are still in prison. Wear it when you are here."

Chu Guang suggested.

"The gym next door has a shower room. You can take a shower first."

"Thank you... This is a great suggestion, but let's wait a while." Siberg took out a letter from his arms, placed it cautiously on the coffee table, and gently pushed it in front of Chu Guang, "Ally After Miss Sha learned about the destination of my trip, she asked me to bring you a letter."

Alyssa?

Chu Guang had a good impression of that smart little girl,

I remember she was Malvern’s daughter, and we met her once at the celebration.

He picked up the envelope, opened it, and took out the letter paper inside.

The handwriting on the paper is beautiful and has a faint fragrance.

The letter described the current drastic changes taking place in Boulder City, explained the commitments and demands of the new authorities in Boulder City, and sincerely expressed the hope of obtaining help from the alliance.

[We agree with the Alliance’s concept of material equality, authoritarian trends will be eradicated from our society, and we will formulate a new law that everyone must abide by from now on. We are willing to make some changes, and we are willing to do something for the people in the wasteland, and fight for the ideal of ending the wasteland era. I hope that in this new era, we can join you, or at least become your partners in fighting alongside you. 】

[We also implore you to lend a helping hand and help us. 】

In addition, Alyssa also wrote in the letter that since the chips were invalid, all the debts borrowed by Mr. Manager based on his ability were also written off...

Chu Guang couldn't help but smile after reading it.

On the one hand, it was because of Alyssa's cunningness when mentioning debt in her letter, and on the other hand, she was surprised by her growth.

It seems that in just two months, a lot of things have really happened in the alliance's neighbors.

If it were Malvern, it would probably play the chip-denominated debt as an economic bluff. In fact, the old man has already done this, and the result is that the alliance has prepared the principal and interest for the next five or even ten years.

If you want chips, we will give you chips.

But Alyssa is different from her father and uses it in a different way——

Since this card is essentially useless, it is better to discard it from your hand and use the economic card as a diplomatic card.

This is not about gaining sympathy from the alliance at the cost of self-harm.

It is to express the position of the new authorities in Boulder City - they want to break away from the past and truly embrace the ideal of equality.

Except for those who are keen to harm others and themselves, no one will help them get through this difficult time, let alone the alliance's declarations.

"It's a big deal... More than 3.5 billion debts will be forgiven. If we don't do anything, it will appear that we are stingy."

Chu Guang smiled and folded the letter without revealing it, looked at Siberg and continued.

"When you go back, give us a message and we will help."

Sberg said with a sheepish smile.

"Sorry to trouble you."

Chu Guang shook his head.

"No matter what happens, we are all descendants of the People's League, not to mention we are so close."

In fact, he is already doing it.

The more than two hundred players who had stayed in Boulder City were not just watching the excitement and broadcasting it to the official website.

The residents of the shelter have their own discipline and moral values, and they will not sit idly by when they see mercenaries and looters causing trouble.

However, most of the chaos was indeed solved by the people of Boulder City themselves. The players did not stand in the center of the stage this time.

This revolution was essentially an uprising launched by the survivors of Boulder City who could not stand the exploitation of the nobles. To say what role the alliance played, it was probably that it used economic means to disintegrate the control of the nobles over all classes, which was equivalent to The bullets in the gun were discharged.

The chips handed out by the gentlemen have turned into waste. The soldiers do not want to fight for the gentlemen, and the workers do not want to work for the gentlemen. Everyone would rather believe in a fictional and abstract Bohr than believe what House said. any sentence.

And the masters are not as smart as the slaves imagined. Not only do they make mistakes frequently, but they also light the powder keg for fun again and again, causing most of the citizens caught in the middle to fall in love with the outer city. aside.

This change has been won before it begins. What is missing is the courage to make the final decision.

But even so, Chu Guang had to admit that this was a unique miracle.

Although they shed some blood, they did not dye the whole street red.

Judging from the players’ broadcasts on the forum, there were no vicious violent incidents that night.

Some of them were discovered and stopped by the players, but more tragedies were submerged in dark corners. In the end, only the heavy snow that buried everything knew.

However, in the past century of history, the residents of Boulder City have paid the price in blood countless times.

It’s time to succeed for once.

After they had enough of the torture of darkness, they finally joined hands to light the fire to dispel the darkness. This change is not only a miracle with a probability of less than 1%, but also an inevitable occurrence with a high probability.

There is also a small note in the envelope.

Chu Guang shook it out and unfolded it in his hand.

It is still the beautiful handwriting, but with a little more excitement and lightness.

[Thank you for your encouragement! If it weren't for your words, I would not have been brave enough to stand up at that time! 】

[Alyssa will definitely live up to your expectations and become a better person! 】

My heart suddenly tightened.

Looking at the sunny words, Chu Guang was slightly stunned,

He looked at Sperger and said seriously:

"Can you tell me your story?"

Sberg was stunned for a moment, then nodded.

"No problem..."

That's how everyone in the Workers' Association asked him to do it.

He came here not only to attend an appointment, nor just to bring a letter for Alyssa, but also to bring the story of the Workers' Association to the alliance.

As a hostage of the inner city residents, he was not released by the "surrender faction" in the inner city until late at night amid the deafening shouts of the people.

He did not experience those miraculous hours before nightfall, but everyone in the Workers' Union told him about them.

Including that they almost abandoned their bottom line in silence and became accomplices of the thugs, and also that the little girl named Alyssa's sincere apology reminded them of their program - Bol's words and deeds.

The militia group was unexpectedly able to fight when facing the mercenaries, but when facing the compatriots, they raised their guns... This was completely different from the predicted results he saw in the screening room, and even completely different. on the contrary.

Obviously, Mr. Fang Ming’s calculations took into account the ugliness of human nature.

But in the model it derived, there seemed to be only the ugly part.

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After all, in the past century and a half, mankind has shown almost only its ugly side, and it has become increasingly uglier in an observable trend, getting further and further away from the original inhabitants who created it.

However, the complexity of people is that people are not something that can be defined by a few simple "labels".

Those militiamen who have never been on the battlefield are not real soft-footed shrimps. The ones who run away with their tails between their legs are Weilun wearing power armor.

When teams of ten or one hundred people were sent to the city to carry out orders, they risked their lives and courage when they learned that they were carrying out just orders. They will also feel hesitant when executing some ‘unconventional’ orders.

Especially the centurion named Qiao Yin.

His family members are all being held hostage in the inner city.

However, when he saw Alyssa with her arms open, he finally made the choice to stand on the side of a 'human being' and decided to 'bring victory and glory to his children'.

Rather than let your choice become a story that you are ashamed to mention, and let yourself become a speechless shame for the children.

Sberg simply told what he saw in the screening room.

Whether it’s the past of Boulder City, the hundreds of possibilities in the deduction, or the tens of thousands of possibilities that I haven’t read yet.

"...To be honest, not to mention Mr. Fang Ming, I also thought that Boulder City was definitely hopeless, but the outcome of the matter surprised me. Maybe it was like what I saw in a certain 'ending' A green-haired girl said that we actually have the ability to correct mistakes, and we don’t really act like slaves to feel superior."

When he said this, Siberg sighed with relief, and suddenly laughed happily, like a child who had just walked out of the examination room.

After listening to this long story, Chu Guang was also sincerely happy for these people who had completed self-salvation, but he was more afraid.

He just said it casually, but he didn't expect that he almost killed a kind girl.

If she had not picked up the hairpin, she would not have been left behind. If she had not set such high moral standards for herself, she would not have stood up at that time.

In fact, the lady she saved was not a good person either.

Although the final result was not bad, if what Sberg said was true, then she was almost standing on a tightrope with bottomless cliffs on both sides.

That is the abyss of human nature.

If there had been no Workers' Union, no Workers' Union, and no Bohr's story, and we didn't even have something that could barely be regarded as a platform, or if the guy with the pen in front of us had written more casually, tragedy might have occurred.

Chu Guang couldn't help but sweat for her.

It’s a miracle that she survived...

Of course, she is not the only miracle.

If Fang Ming didn't take action, the guy named Siberg in front of him would definitely die in prison. To be offered a bounty by two inhumane masters at the same time, and to be fished out by an AI that awakened to 'humanity', this is simply the luck of winning the lottery jackpot.

This guy is still alive and can sit here peacefully and tell stories to himself. This is the biggest miracle of the 'Boulder City Revolution'!

"Who is your current leader?" Chu Guang asked the question he was most concerned about.

Sberg shook his head.

"Not yet... Some people have proposed to follow the example of Ideal City and have a council without a chairman. It can be considered as a continuation of the ideal of the first generation residents that "Boulder City has no living city lord", but we always feel that Ideal City's approach It’s not yet time for us.”

"Your intuition is right," Chu Guang nodded and continued, "This is equivalent to creating a new inner city."

"So someone proposed that the militia and the workers' association each elect representatives and take turns to be the city leaders... But Qiao Yin felt that it was not a good idea to let the militia members be the city leaders. He felt that there were opportunists hidden in his team. So, We didn’t think about it well. We first set up a crisis office, finalized the constitution, and then slowly transitioned to the new authority.”

When talking about this, Sperger said embarrassedly.

"They asked me to ask you...if you are willing to take over this mess. We have read your constitution, and what we want is almost the same as what you are already doing."

The ideals of Ideal City are poison to most wastelanders except themselves, but the alliance's "survivors unite" is just right for the reborn Stone City.

We are only separated by twenty or thirty kilometers, so it is too unfamiliar to distinguish each other.

However, the basket the residents of the inner city are playing is too big. They are now like poor beggars, and they are really embarrassed to ask us to live in the same house with you.

Looking at the anxious Siberg, Chu Guang also had mixed feelings in his heart.

He just thought of poaching a corner of the wall, but he didn't expect to dig the entire wall.

Of course.

He will definitely not leave them alone.

Let alone 500,000, there are 5 million people. As long as they actively embrace progressive ideas and will not rush in and make a mess of him and the player community, then they are partners on the same front. .

Ask why.

There is only one reason.

Because the Alliance is not an empire, it is a united front for the revival of mankind - an alliance of all survivors.

A place where survivors huddle together for warmth.

Chu Guang looked at Siberg with a smile, "We welcome you to join the big family of the Alliance. You have made a break with the past. We are very happy to have another comrade on the front line to end the Wasteland Era."

Sberg looked at him in surprise.

"Do you agree?"

He never forgot what he said, and here it is...

"Welcome!"

Chu Guang nodded.

"But we will not let you join us right away. You are a settlement of half a million people. We need a stable transition time, and please understand our difficulties."

Sberg nodded quickly.

"I understand! Not just me...others will also understand. If the door to the giant wall is opened now, the entire Qingquan City will be full of looters."

"Not just the plunderers, but also the wave in the coming year. We need the fortress of Boulder City to share some of the pressure," Chu Guang paused and continued, "Who is the representative of the Workers' Association?"

"Lovett," Sberg said immediately, "we all agree that his speech in the newspaper studio played an indispensable role, mobilizing at least more than half of the workers and preventing more than half of the atrocities."

Lovett?

Chu Guang was stunned for a moment and said with a strange expression.

"Is he still a carpenter?"

Sberg's eyes widened in surprise.

"Do you know him?"

"No...it's nothing." Chu Guang shook his head.

Maybe it's just a coincidence.

History is the inevitable result of countless coincidences.

After a pause, Chu Guang looked at him seriously and said.

"I will give you a copy of our laws. You can ask for your opinions to make some additions. In addition, I will send some specialists to help you. Among them are staff from homeless homes and shelters. Experts...they can help you solve some practical problems."

"Thank you so much!" Sperger scratched the back of his head and said sheepishly, "By the way...we still have to choose someone who makes the decision. This is also our consensus. How about you make the decision? Right."

"You can decide this kind of thing for yourself. The alliance only makes macro-level planning to ensure that the laws of the alliance are implemented in accordance with the charter in each settlement, as well as the military security of each settlement, etc...

Looking at the anxious Siberg, Chu Guang smiled and continued.

"Actually, you don't need to ask for my opinion. You have done a good job so far. You can take the last step and choose a new city lord by yourself."

"Of course, if the new city lord does not do a good enough job or betrays our ideals, I will not hesitate to remove him."

If a group of born slaves wins, Chu Guang will not give them the power to decide their own destiny. After all, it will become a power game. He will not even agree to let them join the alliance at all.

It is their destiny to follow the alliance as collaborators like lions and honey badgers. They will wake up when they figure it out.

However, the survivors of Boulder City were still saved after all. They completed their own redemption and took the initiative to shut down the man-eating casino.

This kind of miracle will most likely not happen.

But now that it has happened, it should be allowed to continue.

The first generation residents of Boulder City said that Boulder City has no living city lord, so they should respect the wishes of those great people.

Sberg is a little regretful, but feels that what Chu Guang said makes sense, and it can also settle some voices within them that do not trust the alliance - the workers' association would rather choose a worker to be the city leader than let the alliance replace him. They choose a new master.

I didn’t expect that the Alliance didn’t care at all about who among them stood up as a representative, and they never thought about riding on their heads like a master.

Sberg felt relieved.

"Although but... I hope you can take over the militia and the equipment inventory as soon as possible. Qiao Yin is a good person, but at this juncture, good people alone are not enough."

Chu Guang nodded.

"No problem, I will transfer the Alliance's First Corps and Burning Corps to maintain order and complete the reorganization of the Boulder City Militia. From now on, the salaries of those militiamen will be paid by the Alliance's Logistics Department."

In fact, silver coins are already circulating inside and outside Boulder City, and the Burning Corps has also entered part of it. This work will not be too difficult.

Sberg nodded, expressing understanding.

Now there is only one thing he wants to ask:

"City Lord...I mean Mr. Fang Ming, is it really gone?"

He remembered that Fang Ming told him that it was going to stay on the north shore of Linghu Lake for a while and spend the last bit of time there.

The Rock Building collapsed this morning.

It is undoubtedly gone.

Seeing the reluctance in Siberg's eyes, Chu Guang thought for a while and then slowly said:

"My assistant told me that he had no regrets when he left, and he is very happy that you have gone to an ending he never imagined.

"If you don't want to disappoint that gentleman, then take the memory of it and continue walking towards the new era."

"That's what you said...we can't always expect the city lord to solve all problems." When he said this, Sberg seemed to be relieved.

Looking at the worker who stood up to leave, Chu Guang suddenly remembered something and stopped him.

"By the way, I said I would take you to try on my equipment."

He almost forgot such an important thing!

Sberg was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect the manager to say that, and then said in a dumbfounded voice.

"Ah? Are you serious? I am very happy to be able to chat with you like this, so there is no need for that."

He can't afford to be broken.

But Chu Guang didn't care and walked over with a smile.

"I'm not kidding, I'm here now, give it a try... follow me."

Sberg nodded guiltily and followed Chu Guang out of the browsing room, all the way to the elevator entrance on the B3 floor.

The blue power armor is parked there.

Looking at the open hatch, Siberg carefully got in, and with the help of Chu Guang, closed the armor on the back and the visor of the helmet.

Looking at this worker who was more than twice as tall as him, Chu Guang said with a smile.

"How do you feel?"

The blue iron can stayed there motionless for a long time, and suddenly a depressed cry came from the armor.

"I...can't move."

"Received!"

Chu Guang was stunned for a moment, then slapped the back of his head.

"I almost forgot...Xiao Qi, increase the output power of the armor's engine." Xiao Qi's answer came to his ears.

"Received!"

As the electricity generated by cold fusion poured into various parts of the armor, Sberg, wearing the power armor, was finally able to move.

Although he moves a little clumsily, like a drunkard.

Looking at his appearance, Chu Guang couldn't help but think of the time when he just got the power armor from Vault 17, and he felt nostalgic in his heart.

Since his breakthrough, he has basically switched to the most power-saving unpowered mode, relying on his body's power to drive the armor.

After arriving, he has basically become accustomed to the weight of the power armor, and he can walk freely even if the power is not turned on at all.

Fang Ming turned into a human in the end.

Get out of this tin can.

And he seems to be getting further and further away from his identity as a 'human'...

After experiencing the feeling of immense strength for a while, Siberg moved his sore arms. He looked at Chu Guang as if he was hesitant to speak. In the end, he couldn't help the surprise in his heart and asked in a low voice. .

"Don't you... usually turn on the power?"

Chu Guang smiled and said modestly.

"I'll open it when necessary."

"Incredible... Sberg looked at him in amazement, his eyes almost bulging out, "You can actually wear it as clothes. ”

How strong is this guy? !

His story is still written too conservatively, and maybe Bol wearing power armor will not be his opponent.

Chu Guang gently patted Siberg on the shoulder, laughed and said:

"So it turns out that the Awakened can defeat power armor. Take this news back and tell your fellow workers."

"That title of yours is not an exaggeration at all!"

Boulder City. @ESSENTIAL_书馆j_h_s_s_d_c_o_m…No. Wrong. First post~~

On the square at the junction of the inner city and the outer city, a group of gray-headed people stood.

They are all inner-city residents with black cards.

And outside them, a group of armed militiamen surrounded them.

It is worth mentioning that Weilun, the captain of the 1,000-man team, was found.

This coward wore power armor and hid in a warehouse in the outer city, blocking the door tightly. He probably planned to wait for the storm to pass and escape from the city, but he forgot to turn off the locator.

It's a joke. He has never even served as a supervising team, and he doesn't even remember that his power armor has that function.

The militiamen who occupied the command post quickly found him based on the positioning information.

He was the first to give the order to fire, and although his men raised their guns, some of the protesting residents still died.

He knelt in the square with a pale face, his eyes blank. He didn't know whether he was regretting his original order or regretting not wearing power armor and resisting.

Maybe I can get some back cushions...

Maybe.

By the way, he is lucky to be able to kneel here and beg for forgiveness.

When Zhao Yongxu, the leader of the militia regiment, fled, he died at the hands of mercenaries who were interested in his property.

Qiao Yin's immediate boss, Russell, didn't even have a chance to put on the power armor, so he was shot to death by his subordinates during the mutiny.

He was the only one left among the five captains.

Although the only one kneeling was Captain Weilun, and most of the residents in the inner city were standing, their faces were still as pale as dirt

There are a total of 1,507 residents holding black cards, of which 400 to 500 are under 16 years old and more than 300 are over 60 years old.

Everyone is waiting for their verdict from the angry residents.

Accompanied by several workers, Alyssa found her family in the corner of the square and ran over anxiously.

"Mom! Brother!"

Warfield stared intently at Alyssa who was running this way, silently without answering, and suddenly raised his hand and slapped her hard in the face.

"Bah...!"

After not sleeping all night, Alyssa's head was already buzzing, and this slap directly stunned her. She fell sideways and sat on the ground blankly.

Wolfel was quickly pushed to the ground by two militiamen. Qiao Yin, who was furious, went up and kicked him, cursing the coward.

Warfield, who was pushed to the ground, seemed not to have seen him.

Spitted at Alyssa, her face oozing with blood twisted into a ball.

"Go away! We don't have people like you in our family! Stay away!"

Covering her stinging face, Alyssa stared blankly at the hysteria

Warfield couldn't help but shed tears again in his eyes.

But she didn't cry.

"Brother, you are crazy! She is your sister..." Ji Xiu stared at his brother angrily. He went up to help Alyssa up from the ground, but was held tightly by his mother beside him.

Gennis shook her head and gave her youngest son a pleading look.

She didn't know why.

The moment she was surrounded by those servants, she felt like she was dead.

But seeing that Alyssa was still fine, she suddenly felt less afraid.

It’s not bad if one survives.

I hope those people will just shoot her and not do anything unnecessary

"Enough! Do you want to beat people to death?"

The loud voice scolded the militiamen who beat up Warfield.

Lovett strode to the side of the bruised and swollen man. He wanted to reach out and pull him up, but he stopped when he saw the twisted smile.

"I'm ashamed of you, sir." Lovett looked at the poor creature with pity.

To this day, he still feels that everyone is as ugly as him.

"Then you kill me!" spitting out **** spit, Warfield stared at him, then looked at the surrounding militiamen, and suddenly laughed, "Shoot, shoot. Kill me!"

He seemed to know where he was going and was not afraid at all.

Lovett looked him straight in the eyes.

"I won't do that."

"Why! Shoot!!! Why don't you shoot!" Warfield was silent at first, then suddenly shouted like crazy, reaching out to grab his shoes, but was dodged.

Lovett kicked his dirty hands away, the pity in his eyes gradually turning into contempt.

"Why? Are you still asking this question."

"How many times do I have to say it, because we are not you."

Warfield was stunned.

This sentence sounds so familiar.

It seems that someone said the same thing to him yesterday...

Have these people made an appointment?

Why even the tone of voice is exactly the same...

Lovett continued calmly.

"If we want to kill you, it must be because you have violated our laws since the sun rose today, not because I want to chop you up and feed you to the dogs, so I will kill you with a gun. Although I bet people like you take what you say as farts, but we are not you."

With his mouth swollen like a sausage, Warfield stared blankly at the bearded man as if he had lost his soul.

Lovett paused and continued.

"We have a program, which cannot be called perfect, but we do what we say. We only need a new beginning, so we only need a new beginning."

"We will confiscate your ill-gotten gains. After all, they were taken from us. Don't try to argue with us. We are settling the account."

"From now on, you are citizens of Boulder City, and you have to find a job to support yourself."

"Of course, if you are afraid of us, then take your luggage and get out of here!"

Looking at the huddled poor creature for the last time, Lovett said contemptuously.

"Take these fists as a lesson. Beat others in the street, and in front of the guards. According to the crisis management regulations, we should whip you."

He helped Alyssa up, asked the doctor to take her to rest, and then walked to the residents of the inner city with a loudspeaker.

He shouted in a booming voice.

"Inner city residents, listen up!"

"This is a joint decision made by the militia, the workers' association and the crisis office. Now you have two choices."

"One is to take the initiative to confess your property in Boulder City, voluntarily hand over everything you took from us, and then start over with us as a citizen of Boulder City. From now on, there will be no guilt. The difference between a city outside a city!"

"Or, if you can't trust us, then get out of here with your luggage and go to the wasteland to find your utopia!"

"Of course, we will liquidate your assets, and you will need to explain the source of every large deposit in your account and the whereabouts of every large expenditure. We will not let the thief escape, or pay a fine, Or serve time in a new prison!"

After saying these words, Lovett waved, and several crisis office staff set up a table in the square to let these gentlemen who had lost their black cards decide their own fate.

Bonnie's eyes were red from crying.

This upheaval caused her to lose almost everything.

Her husband is dead, her brother is dead, her family members...most of the senior officers of the militia died last night.

She held the hand of her youngest son Kumit tightly, her eyes filled with tears and filled with despair and confusion about the future.

"Why are they so cruel..."

What should I do next?

It’s a man-eating wasteland outside...

The same goes for Kumit. After losing his friends, he can no longer see the youthfulness and high-spiritedness on his face.

He looked around anxiously, his teeth trembling with fear.

Last night, his father called him to the conference hall. He watched helplessly as the S coins were liquidated instantly, and he was too frightened to go there.

He hid in bed, shivering in the darkness until dawn rose the next day, and then heard about his father's death from his mother...

Perhaps his father is the real 'smart man' who has gone far away with that 'glorious' era and gone back to accompany his ancestors.

I should also die in that collapsed building.

But he really couldn't muster the courage.

Looking at the crying poor people, the electrician standing next to Lovett couldn't help but curse.

"Fuck them, they're a bunch of cowards!"

Lovett shrugged.

"I understand your feelings, but you should also think about the residents of the outer cities who are hiding in the inner cities."

The electrician frowned.

"What does it have to do with them? They are the hostages of those people. We have long decided not to settle the score with them."

"It was after the militiamen revolted that they became hostages," Lovett looked at him and corrected him. "They were once accomplices of the nobles in the inner city, or they licked Grandpa Stephen's leather shoes and whips to ask for help. Why were they able to hide in at that time? Could it be that the master rewarded them out of kindness?"

The electrician stopped talking. Thinking about it, he felt that it made sense. Logic is never one-sided, but has both pros and cons.

Lovett sighed.

"To liquidate 'them', we must liquidate 'them', endless 'them'. First we must liquidate the militiamen who accidentally killed civilians during the riots, and liquidate those who did bad things but stopped, and then we must liquidate It’s enough to liquidate those who did not take a complete stand and remained silent while watching the atrocities committed by Mr. Stephen. In fact, we are not absolutely good people. We have also been silent, and we even almost became them."

"We have eliminated all Stephen Masters, and they have now become our ghosts. That's it for now. Neither you nor I want to see those dirty things nailed in the coffin come back."

This is also the reason why he did not kill Warfield.

Of course he has the right to do this. At most, Alyssa will cry again, but more people will cheer, and those who think it is inappropriate will not say anything, and will just keep their mouths shut in the right atmosphere. in silence.

He understands a simple truth, both nutritional creams and cakes!

The things that really exist in the world have nothing to do with reality or fairy tales, it's just the quantity.

However, if you want the sweetness of cake and the fullness of nutritional cream, that is a truly unrealistic fairy tale.

In the end, they can only choose between crossing the line and not crossing the line. They cross the line but don't cross the line, or have a choice to cross the line. These are all unrealistic delusions.

Boll has countless opportunities to become Sir Stephen. He has a lot of strength, but he only has one chance to become Boll.

Lovett knew a lot of things that Alyssa didn't.

The militia did not switch sides because of her tears or cuteness. Most of the militia proposed a month ago to pay their salaries in dinars or silver coins, but they were rejected. This is why most militia groups The reason is from the residents of the outer city.

It is not that there are no bad guys in their team. Those people took advantage of the riot and robbed some residents, but most of them found out that these residents were poor people like themselves, so they let them go without laughing or laughing. Those mutinous soldiers and the eventual union.

The Workers' Association said on the radio that they would keep their promise if the past things were wiped out.

The militia group didn't speak, but that didn't mean the soldiers couldn't see. There was a hint of vigilance in the eyes staring at them.

The soldiers supported the settlement of the old debts of the nobles. They did not like those nobles and did not mind turning a blind eye.

But this kind of thing can only happen once and for all. To what day will it end?

Do you want to count them too?

No matter what, this is not a good signal for them. Once there is a rift in trust, a greater disaster will brew.

Lovett remembers every word he said.

They want to establish a law that everyone will abide by, completely cutting off from the past. From now on, everyone will live in the sunshine of the new era, and be wary of this settlement turning into a dark jungle again.

At this time, a militiaman came over.

"Comrade Lovett, there is someone at the door who wants to see you."

Lovett looked at him and asked.

"Who?"

The militiaman replied.

"Melvin, he brought five trucks of food and daily necessities, which he should have bought from the Alliance... He begged us to let his family go."

Lovett narrowed his eyes.

"Is this a deal?"

The militiaman shook his head.

"Probably not. He first gave us the food, and then knelt on the ground and begged us for mercy... I pulled him up, and the guy felt like he was crazy."

……

Lovett was silent for a while, his eyes not so sharp.

"Tell him that we have not forgotten the fire five years ago. We will also remember the things that others have done that are more **** than that thing. We will put their past together with the collapsed building. Nailed on the pillar of shame of history."

"But the reckoning ends here."

Even if Master Stephen is killed, there will only be one more corpse and more flies on the street.

But now, they are united——

All Stephens will be afraid of them!

Lovett has no doubt and is extremely convinced

After the liquidation of the residents of the inner city was completed, the drastic changes in Boulder City came to an end, and everyone began to clean up the mess on the ground.

With their backs to the midday sun, people pulled out some frozen bodies from the heavy snow.

Among them were men, women, children and the elderly. Some were found on the street, while others were pulled from alleys.

In addition to mourning deeply, it seems that all people can do is to engrave this painful memory on their tombstones and carry on with their memory.

At this time, someone suddenly suggested that Boulder City is so short of food now, why not do it more thoroughly and let them truly become a part of our body.

This is an extremely ugly and bad idea, but from a practical point of view, this settlement of more than half a million people does not seem to have many options.

Myxomycete fruiting bodies provide too few nutrients, and there is no way to hunt them on a large scale in winter.

When people are hungry and crazy, they will do some crazy things. In a sense, those marauders are the people who went crazy in the wasteland.

They did not become the new masters.

But at this moment, he was in danger of becoming something else. Fortunately, things took a new turn.

They are not as isolated as they were a century and a half ago. Their nearest neighbor is only twenty or thirty kilometers away from them.

Just when people were hesitating whether to send their dead compatriots into the nutritional ointment conversion furnace, a piece of amazing good news suddenly came from outside the giant wall gate——

The alliance is coming!

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Chapter 544 The fifth city of the alliance.