Chapter 2962

On one side is cruel exploitation and oppression, on the other side are carrots and sugary carbonated drinks, as well as concepts such as "equality", "freedom", "democracy" and "human rights".

At the same time, it is overturning, breaking and smashing the extreme rule of the dual system of theocracy and political power in Nagaril in the past.

It seems that there is no problem with how the Nagaril people choose.

Yes.

In order to save the Nagaril people from their past miserable lives, the federal people generously gave them so many "affixes".

But in fact, even the federal people themselves did not enjoy these things, so how could they enjoy them?

This is a scam, a lie, but this scam and lie are too sweet.

So many people ignore the poison and trap under the honey.

The federal charter and laws have never mentioned equality, democracy, human rights and the like. The only word explained in the charter is freedom.

But they just believe that as long as they follow the federal people, they can have all this, even if they built the financial center of the southern hemisphere but did not allow them to enter, even if they built Slem but did not allow the poor to enter.

Oh!

That's right!

The world's largest port did allow them to enter, but only allowed them to work as stevedores, not to do business or anything else.

The world has never changed, and the same is true for the rulers. You can't simply think that the rulers are unfriendly or evil through these comparisons.

This gentle way of ruling people to strangle them in their dreams is at least much gentler than hitting them on the head with a hammer when you are awake.

The Nagaril people are not well educated, and the intensity and scope of brainwashing and propaganda are sufficient, so most of them believe this.

Just like at this moment, outside the shelter, it was crowded with Nagaril people holding up signs that said "Nagaril lives are also lives". They waved their fists angrily and asked the managers of the shelter to open the door and let them in.

And they asked for "unconditional" permission.

Some other shelters had opened their doors before, but they only allowed young, strong, and physically fit people to enter.

For example, the elderly, the injured, and those who didn't look so strong and healthy were all refused entry.

This situation is turning into fear and spreading rapidly. It has become a consensus that ordinary people have no chance to enter the shelter.

In fact, there are many Nagaril people gathered outside almost all the shelters on the equator. They really have nowhere to go and can only come here.

"These federal people don't care about our lives at all. Our boys were taken in as coolies and experimental materials by them."

"Our girls were taken by them for pleasure, and they refused us to enter."

"On our land, under the witness of God, they want to kill all of us through this extreme climate change!"

"We can't keep silent, brothers and sisters!"

"The temperature will only get lower and lower. After a while, our clothes will hardly block the cold air. We will die, everyone will die."

"Rather than letting me die in the wild in the cold winter, I would rather shed my last drop of blood to find a chance to survive!"

"It's time to let these despicable thieves of the federation feel the anger of the Nagaril people!"

A man stood on a high place and raised his arms and shouted, and the emotions of the surrounding Nagaril people also reached a peak in his shouting!

Everyone was shouting and cursing, and in short, they were excitedly venting their emotions.

They wanted to break something, destroy something, and embrace a warm and bright tomorrow!

The man pointed to the station not far away, "The hope of survival is there."

"There are warm rooms, endless food, comfortable spring beds, and our families."

"No one knows whether we can open our eyes when the sun rises tomorrow. If we don't fight, there will be no chance at all!"

"For ourselves, for our families, open this damn concrete can!"

People rushed to the station frantically. They used some tools they got from the roadside, such as sticks, branches, crowbars, etc., and frantically tried to destroy the door leading to the shelter from the station.

As long as the door is opened, they can survive, have a warm living space, and have delicious food to fill their stomachs!

In order to survive, everyone burst out with unprecedented strength!

In the monitoring room, several staff on duty were eating donuts while turning on the fan, and reporting the situation outside to their superiors.

The work in the monitoring room is very boring. Most people think it is a good job when they hear that they don't need to patrol and just sit there.

But when they really get involved in it, they will find that this job is not for humans.

First of all, you have to sit here for at least ten hours and stare at the monitors on the wall to find things that may threaten the safety of the shelter.

You don't have the opportunity to be lazy, because there are also monitors in the monitoring room.

After hanging up the phone, the staff on duty licked the powdered sugar on his fingers. The price of donuts is very high now, but this thing is not bought by him.

It's not that he can't afford it because of his salary, but there's no need to waste unnecessary expenses on satisfying his appetite just because he likes it.

Donuts are a benefit for official shelter staff, and afternoon tea on Tuesdays and Fridays every week consists of donuts and coffee.

The quality of the coffee isn't great, but if you can drink coffee at this time, who the hell cares if it's good or not?

Not to mention, there are donuts.

Carbs and high fat are so satisfying!

He squeaked every finger cleanly, "How do you think they...will deal with these people?"

Several staff on duty are too bored. This kind of work is more tiring and mentally exhausting than physical labor.

One of them took out a dollar and put it on the console, "I bet a dollar that they won't pay attention to these people."

"The outer wall is very thick, and these people can't open it with a crowbar or something. Once they understand this, they will give up these stupid practices."

But another person had a different view, "But we have to go out!" He also took out a dollar and put it on the console.

"Every time a train comes, we have to load some goods or unload them. If they are not removed, they will affect our work order."

"It's even possible to sneak in. Although it's of no use, it can also cause some trouble."

These Nagaril people are all people who do not have magnetic cards. Not having magnetic cards means that they cannot be recognized by the global communication system, and it is difficult for gangsters to move around in the shelter.

No matter what you do, you need a magnetic card and identification, although many people have great complaints about this, believing that the binding of magnetic cards and identities undermines personal privacy.

But in the end, they can only talk about it, and it is impossible to change any reality.

And since magnetic cards were bound to identities, the crime rate has plummeted, so most people are not too disgusted with it.

After wiping his fingers, the staff member also took out one dollar and placed it on top of the other two dollars. "I bet they will die."

"A lot of people will die. They will die anyway if we don't let them in. Killing them can relieve some of their pain. I think this probability is very high."

Several others expressed their opinions, believing that the Sanctuary would kill these people, or disperse the majority of them.

Soon the upper management's decision was fed back to the executive department, and several dark holes, about one foot square, suddenly appeared outside the entrance to the shelter.

The Nagarilese who were trying to smash the concrete were stunned for a moment. Some of them thought they had succeeded and tried to look inside the hole.

However, the next second, tongues of fire began to spray along with the bullets.

The unlucky guy whose head was almost touching the window was the unluckiest. His head instantly turned into pieces and flew everywhere. After a brief panic, people reacted and started running outside.

But the station was crowded with people, and the people on the outside didn't know what was going on inside. They didn't leave, which made it impossible for the people on the inside to leave.

People were like wheat in a wheat field that had been struck by a sickle, falling continuously. Finally, the sound of gunshots and everything that happened here spread further, and people began to flee in panic.

In less than forty minutes, there were no Nagali people standing in the station.

Security forces opened the door, and under their protection, cleaners cleaned up the bodies on the floor with nausea.

Although there is a hospital here, it cannot handle so many corpses at once, but it is not a pity to waste it.

For the rich, clones are the best, but for the poor?

The poor do not consider organ transplantation at all. Even if they pay for medical insurance, they may not have the opportunity to have a transplant.

This scene was played out one after another in shelters all over the country. The lower and lower temperatures made the Nagarilese people no longer able to face reality calmly.

In order to survive, they could only attack the shelter, but they underestimated the strength of the shelter.

Before they had powerful demolition equipment, it was simply a dream for them to enter a shelter with a closed door!

The final result of this killing was that Nagaril's population abnormally decreased by tens of thousands or more, while others began to try to save themselves through other methods.

They couldn't build shelters, but they could dig holes.

Digging holes close to volcanoes and living in them seems to be one solution to the problem.

But even if we can survive, where will the food come from?

In the wilderness, the Nagaril people were digging holes numbly and hesitantly. The future would be like this cold winter, without any warmth.