Chapter 546 You Choose Your Own Path (1/2)

Why?

Warfield was kneeling in the square, staring blankly at the sky. The afternoon sun penetrated through the slits of his bruised and swollen eyes, making him feel extremely dazzling.

He would rather it snow now.

Preferably snow that can bury him.

The reckoning is over.

They lost everything in this settlement.

The alliance did not open the free exchange of chips and silver coins. Although his father must have used unconventional means to exchange some, the amount was definitely not large. Needless to say, Cr and dinars, the exchange has been sealed. Even if there is some Cr left in Ji Xiu's account in Ideal City, it will definitely not be enough for the family to maintain their original life.

Money is a trivial matter, but losing power is what hurts him the most.

Warfield would rather the militiamen killed him. Death was the quickest relief.

It would be best to kill his wife, children, mother and that useless brother together!

He will use his corpse on the street to plant a seed of hatred in Alyssa's heart. Maybe this seed will not sprout in her life, but it will torture her repeatedly.

As long as one day in the future she sees any ugly side of the new authorities and begins to doubt the original correctness, then she will definitely do something and raise another chip high with a reason that no one can refuse. Let this casino reopen...

Her own death can help her escape from liquidation, and she is still young and will definitely live longer than those guys who only have brute strength.

She has the blood of Malvern in her blood, and she is smart enough and capable enough, even more capable than herself...

Although the kings of Boulder City are dead.

But their family can become the new royal family!

Definitely!

"hehe……"

Warfield thought about it, suddenly laughed out loud, and suddenly started sobbing.

Why?

Why not shoot...

Two militiamen stood not far away and looked at this poor guy with disgust. Most of the people in the square had dispersed, leaving him alone, motionless.

Genis took Ji Xiu away, and his wife and children followed. No one dared to approach him. After all, he had just been beaten by the militiamen of the new authority.

Warfield felt a little dazed in consciousness, and suddenly a wet and hot handkerchief was pressed against his face, pulling his dazed consciousness back from the edge of darkness.

"……elder brother."

After wiping off the muddy water and blood on his face, Alyssa looked at him with distress and fear, and whispered.

"I'm sorry...I included all the property in my family in the list, but it was originally something we snatched from other people's hands——"

"You don't need to apologize..." Warfield opened and closed his bruised lips and gasped, "You did the right thing. If I were outside, I would do the same thing. But don't use your life next time. You're kidding, you'll know when you're two years older. They really want to do something to you, and they won't just scold you or beat you up..."

Alyssa looked at him sadly.

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

She couldn't describe the feeling in her heart.

But she could sense that his brother had high hopes for her of another kind—high hopes that she had no intention of fulfilling.

"Why..." There was confusion in Warfield's eyes for a moment.

He really couldn't answer this question and didn't know how to answer it.

Isn't it natural to eat other people in a casino where people can eat people?

Alyssa sniffed and said seriously.

"It's over, this casino ... and its chips, there will be no more black cards. From now on, we will only uphold our Constitution."

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

"Father wrote a fairy tale in your heart. If possible, he hoped that you would never come out from 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 there are some things that are meaningless to do now. It will only kill you all, and even if you succeed, everything will change back."

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

"We can leave the rest to the future. We can only do our best now. At least now everyone is a good person."

Warfield looked at her desperately: "Why don't you understand...Fairy tales can never be true. People are born unequal. Otherwise, why would the era of prosperity disappear? Sooner or later, those people will change back! Sooner or later!" "

"You just said that we are a family, how could I not understand," Alyssa gently hugged her brother and patted the back of his head comfortingly, "It's okay, I'm still young... wait until I'm like When my father is as old as he is, my children will look after me.”

Warfield's expression suddenly twitched.

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

His sister chose the most difficult path with no future, at least he couldn't see any visible future. And he himself is already a dead man.

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 feeling distressed about himself.

He was prepared to die, and he painstakingly made the last move, only to be made into a joke by a group of idiots who were countless times stupider than him.

Maybe the casino really won't open again.

Kneeling in the square, he burst into tears, crying loudly for the first time in a long time...

…

At the same time, in front of the gate facing the Far Wind Hotel, a group of lovely people walked in the afternoon light.

They brought weapons.

But what they carry more is food, quilts, and the hope of surviving 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 Federation. Even if the fallout buries the shelter underground, they will stand up and fulfill their obligations under the flag. The sworn mission.

Besides, a lot of these supplies were originally procured from Boulder City.

This amount of supplies was nothing compared to what they got from this settlement.

And not only the survivors inside the giant wall, but also the survivors in the slums outside the giant wall, the Alliance also plans to save them.

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

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

Most of them are professional players.

Now that Boulder City has become the fifth city of the alliance, now is the time to increase the reputation of the region.

I have never seen such a strange scene. Whether it was the poor people in the slums or the merchants setting up stalls in the square in front of the huge gate, they all put down what they were doing and came over to watch the excitement curiously.

"What does the Alliance want to do?"

"Is this going to annex Boulder City?"

"Hahaha, collecting silver coins is indeed a genius decision for me!"

"Fuck! I even collected some chips and hoped that the new authorities would raise them back! What a huge loss!"

They didn't care about the discussions of the survivors at all, and the players didn't understand what they were saying at all, so they turned on the speakers and played the pre-recorded recording.

"Those who have the strength to work come and register! There is no salary, and you have to take care of the food and take care of it!"

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

"Damn! There are too many people here!"

"Take in a close sister who is over 18 years old! My family is quite big. You are welcome to come and play at my house. When you are tired, you can go to bed. No problem -"

"Fuck! There's a Brother Jie sneaking into the team!"

"Drag out!"

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

To be honest, some unkempt girls really wanted to go over there when they heard it. The little girl huddled in the plastic cloth even secretly counted her age with her fingers.

After all, those blue coats do look good, and they don't smell bad. If something happens, there's no telling who will suffer the most.

The most important thing is that the person in the blue coat will definitely not "eat" people, but the same can't be said for other wastelanders.

Some merchants looked like dogs, but maybe they were taken away from the giant wall and slaughtered like lambs.

Not to mention the gangs hanging out in the slums, who occasionally select some good-looking "lambs" and sell them to people outside. If you are lucky, you can go to the Free State in the north and become a money-making tool for the bosses. If you are unlucky, you may end up on the dinner table or operating table of the predators.

Unfortunately, the discipline of these blue coats is too strict, so strict that it makes people complain.

The guy who was crying and laughing was quickly dragged away as if he was just having fun.

The girls who gathered out of curiosity could only go to the table next door to register their names and wait for placement in the homeless home...

Although the players have done something, it is still difficult for a few hundred people to fight against hundreds of thousands of people, let alone more than half a million within the giant wall.

The scene was so chaotic that one couldn't help but wonder whether they could really get things done.

But it is still very touching that some people are willing to do something, and some people are willing to stand up and help them.

The Burning Corps and the First Corps entered Boulder City and completed the handover of defense with the Boulder City 1,000-man team responsible for city defense.

Lao Bai took people to the armory.

The new militia leader Joey took them to see part of the weapons, and another part placed in the warehouse and apron in the inner city.

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

"Fuck! Powered armor!" Looking at the iron bump standing in the room, he walked up to touch it in surprise.

Murderous Dagger looked at him with a smile.

"Brother, do you want it?"

Quit smoking and nodded vigorously and said excitedly.

"I want it! I've never dreamed of it!"

"It's good to have dreams," Kidney Fighter patted him on the shoulder, "Save some money to contribute, you still have money."

Quit smoking: " # %￥ x-on:!"

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

Some of them have been in disrepair and are no longer useful, but with Yin Fang, a young archeology expert, this is obviously not a problem.

However, these collected equipment are all mission props.

Although there is a high probability that they will appear in NPC stores, they all require contribution points to purchase.

"Damn it..." Ye Shi muttered in a low voice, "Such good equipment is being used by those gentlemen in vain!"

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

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

According to Joey, they were some miniature tactical nuclear weapons left behind by the post-war reconstruction committee. They were only the size of a bowling ball and had an explosion yield of about 1 to 10 mils. Comparing the 155mm artillery horizontally, depending on the type of shell, the equivalent is about 10 to 45 kilograms.

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

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

Otherwise, this exploding dead whale would at least cause turmoil in Qingquan City and even the southern part of the River Valley Province for ten or even twenty years...

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

"But by the way, they didn't use these things during the riots." Ye Shi scratched his head, puzzled, "Why?"

Unable to understand!

If a tactical nuclear bomb is dropped, all the people on the street will be evaporated, right?

Guang Feng glanced sideways at the boy.

"You'll know when you grow up."

Displeased by his fatherly tone, Ye Shi rolled his eyes.

"I'm Dad Xie!"

the other side.

The gate of Boulder City.

They are also here to perform assistance tasks, but unlike those players who are busy completing tasks and earning contribution points and reputation, most of the NPCs in the alliance have little motivation.

What needs to be clarified is that they are very enthusiastic when facing other survivors in need of help, and they are not shy about the refugees who fled from Boulder City to the Alliance.

But "door-to-door service" is something that many people didn't expect.

Looking at the huge wall towering into the clouds, Zhao Shu muttered.

"Why?"

Yang Ergou glanced at him.

"what why."

Zhao Shu pointed at the guys carrying suitcases at the door. It wasn't like he was pointing at them, but more like he was pointing behind them.

"Why should we help these guys?"

The two were residents of Beit Street. They worked in the Cow Horse Brick Factory a long time ago, reaching the highest level of foreman. Even Army Staff Officer Vanus did a labor camp 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 add bricks and tiles to the building with the survivors who embraced the alliance.

Zhao Shu is not unfamiliar with Boulder City.

Especially when he learned that those lucky guys could earn wages "similar" to those of them who risked their lives to pick up rubbish in the wasteland as long as they hammered screws in the factory. This decaying settlement is even more despised.

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

Bate Street, Brown Farm... all feudal or semi-feudal survivor communities are mostly the legacy left by the ancestors of Boulder City.

He learned all this from the Daily Survivor.

Boulder City was the first to begin to decay, and then the plague of ideas gradually spread to other settlements along the ties maintained by chips.

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

Of course, there were many settlements in the entire wasteland that were more decadent than Boulder City, but Boulder City was right next to them, and he naturally hated the people here the most.

Especially the survivors here also like to show off. Behind their backs, they look like a blue gopher and look like a country bumpkin.

Don't think he doesn't know!

Zhao Shu sighed in his heart.

"Stinky beggar..."

I can’t even eat green wheat cakes!

You really deserve it!

Yang Ergou glared at him.

"What did you say?"

"Am I wrong?"

Zhao Shu continued confidently, "The garbage we picked up and the food we grew were all provided to these guys! Now we have to wipe their butts after they poked holes! In my opinion, it's just a wall. The survivors in the slums outside can be taken in, they are the real innocent ones, and the people inside should be imprisoned for the rest of their lives!"

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 dogtail grass, so they may not have a better life than us."

Zhao Shu rolled his eyes.

"Come on, their lives are much more comfortable than ours. And when we were exploited, they didn't stand up to speak for us, right?"

Working in a factory is definitely safer than scavenging or hunting in the wild. It’s not like they don’t enjoy anything.

The population of Beit Street has not increased much in more than a hundred years, and the average life expectancy is around 30. From this perspective, the life span of the residents of Beit Street has indeed been stolen by the workers in the city.

"You're right."

The sound coming from behind interrupted the increasingly loud argument between the two.

Luca came over.

Seeing the old housekeeper - or should we say the city lord now, the two quarreling men immediately shut their mouths and remained silent.

Zhao Shu took the initiative to apologize with a guilty conscience.

"Sorry, I--"

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

"You don't need to apologize. I understand the anger in your heart. When I saw Brown, I also had murderous intentions. I wanted to kill his whole family and his servants."

"Of course we can block the door and let the 'stinky beggars' inside help us produce things, giving them only a mouthful of swill to survive, and draining them and the generations that follow them of the last drop of blood..."

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

"Or if you think about it from another perspective, as a non-Vailant, have you ever expected for a second to rely on the Legion to end our wasteland?"

"Almost the entire desert is on our side, covertly or covertly. We have united almost everyone we can. Even our enemies dare not face us. This is not because we are stronger or because our fists are strong. 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 how to say it."

Zhao Shu scratched his head, still not understanding.

He didn't care whether the alliance was an alliance or not. If the manager wanted to be the emperor, he would support it with both hands. It would be best if he could marry the youngest daughter of the Yu family, so that they, the old neighbors, could enjoy the blessings together.

The little girl who used to be skinny and skinny has long since become graceful and graceful, and is very popular with the residents of the shelter.

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

Luka patted him on the shoulder, but did not force him to understand these things, and continued to move forward with everyone.

No matter whether these people are worth saving or not, since the manager said that it is the fifth city of the alliance, then they are comrades on the same front, then he will do what he should do.

No reason.

And he will represent the alliance and go to Boulder City to do things that neither the Workers' Association nor the militia are capable of doing, and make up for the compromises they have to make to reality.

Including some criminal cases that occurred during the riots, including the failure to conduct thorough liquidations, etc.

Of course, the residents of the inner city can obtain forgiveness and pardon from the residents of the outer city. After all, the black card has been completely abolished. The residents of the uprising themselves have written in the uprising platform how far the liquidation will be carried out. Whether it is thorough or not is not up to others. There is no need for anyone else to teach you.

But in the same way, one thing must be the same. Whether or not to accept those people to join the alliance, or only which people among them, is a matter for the alliance.

The "criminal" who is accused by the relevant responsible person and involved in the murder will not obtain the status of an alliance resident, regardless of whether he is an inner city resident or an outer city resident.

The alliance will establish a new court in Boulder City to conduct an open and fair trial of the case, and new evidence can be added during the five-year prosecution period.

If those who committed the crime are confirmed guilty by conclusive evidence, and the compensation made cannot gain the understanding of the relevant responsible persons.

Then they can either accept the transformation of labor as supervised persons, or get out of here as the residents of the outer city said and go to the wasteland to find a suitable place for themselves...

But then again, doing so is actually redundant.

Most of the pardoned inner-city residents simply didn't want to stay, and couldn't afford to.

They already bear original sin on their bodies.

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

A settlement of more than half a million people is ultimately too small.

Everyone knows their faces.

They don't have any future living in this settlement. Even if they eat a meal, they may be spat in the bowl by the cook and rolled their eyes by the waiter who serves the bowl.

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

Unless they are like the residents of the outer city who generously pardoned them, like the little girl named Alyssa, they do something to atone for their sins, so that everyone in the outer city feels that this person really intends to become a family with them. .

But it's too difficult.

Not everyone has the ability and opportunity to atone for their sins.

Without the power in their hands and deprived of all their property, it became a problem for them to even survive, let alone support themselves.

This is undoubtedly absolution.

But for many, it feels more like exile...

…

The square in front of the huge gate.

Bonnie and Kumit were hesitating about their future.

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

The victor did not kill everyone, but that does not mean that no one died.

After learning that Boulder City would become the fifth city of the Alliance, her other two sons had decisively confessed their crimes and were going to labor camps in the Alliance's prisoner of war camps.

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

But she can't.

Without servants, she couldn't even comb her own hair.

Not only her, but her most precious son Kumit is also the same. He can't do anything without anyone to take care of him. If no one takes care of them, they will wither like flowers that have lost their water...

Thinking of her future life and her only twenty kilograms of luggage, Bonnie couldn't help but shed tears again.

"Mom..." Kumi pulled her hand, trying to comfort her, but found that she didn't even know how to comfort someone.

He doesn't know where to go from now on.

The new authorities confiscated their Cr and dinars. They couldn't afford to buy tickets to the ideal city, and it was useless to go there.

In their suitcases, there were only some clothes, sleeping bags, high-end canned food and nutritional paste for emergency use.

Just when Kumit was desperate for his bleak life in the future, a little fat man suddenly came out of the crowd and waved at them vigorously.

"Hey! This way!"

Attracted by the funny action, Kumit looked at him and suddenly opened his eyes wide in surprise.

"Piru?!"

Piru's face was smiling like a flower, just like his father, Mr. Weijia.

"Master Kumit! So lucky, you finally came out. My father and I have been waiting for you for a long time!"

Next to him stood his father's secretary Aaron.

They had planned to bribe the militia to get Bonnie out, but they didn't expect that the new authorities would dump the mess of Boulder City to the Alliance.

This was a result that his father didn't 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 little fat man with a flushed face, Kumit scratched his cheeks embarrassedly.

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

After experiencing that night that could be called a turning point in his life, he has also grown up a little, at least he thinks so.

"How could it be?! You will always be the young master Kumit in my heart!" Piru bowed slightly respectfully, just like before.

Kumit couldn't help but be moved.

Except for those poor ghosts who swarmed to snatch things from his hands, there are still good people in this world!

"Piru... my friend, you are so nice!"

"You are too polite to say that!"

Piru smiled honestly, then turned to the mother beside Kumit, looked at her and blinked, "And Aunt Bonnie, you are still as charming as before, as if you will never get old."

Amused by this sentence, Bonnie, with tears hanging in the corners of her eyes, couldn't help but curl the corners of her lips.

"Thank you, you are such a good talker...just like your father."

Piru continued with a happy face.

"Speaking of my father, he prepared a welcoming banquet for you at the Far Wind Hotel! He knew you definitely didn't know where to go, so he specially booked a room for you."

Bonnie was slightly stunned.

"Mr. Weijia? Thank you...for considering so much for us."

"Of course, this is what we should do!" Piru looked at her innocently and said seriously, "My father always told me that the most important thing for a businessman is to keep his promise. He swore to be loyal to Master Sid forever, so he must do it. We are very sorry about Master Sid's affairs, but fortunately you are still alive, and we will take care of you for that good man."

Bonnie's expression was slightly hesitant.

Somehow, looking at this sunny and cheerful little fat man, she always felt an inexplicable uneasiness in her heart.

Is Weijia that kind of person?

Although she always persuaded Sid to be kind to the merchants who helped him make money, Sid never really listened to her words and the ancestral teachings she naggled about.

However...

She still couldn't help fantasizing.

Perhaps Mr. Weijia was really that kind of good man, grateful for Sid's help all the time, and willing to take care of Sid and her son for Sid...

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

"Hey, lady, there is a wasteland ahead, think it through! If you leave here, no law will protect you and your son."

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

"If you haven't done anything that harms the world, the alliance will accept you... Not all people with black cards are criminals, Mr. Lister is still a resident of the alliance."

Perhaps he shouldn't have said this sentence superfluously.

Bonnie was tempted to stay, but when she heard the second half of his sentence, her heart tightened, and she couldn't help but hold her youngest son's hand tightly.

Of course, she didn't do anything that was against the will of heaven and earth. She even gave a big red envelope to every maid who left her to start a family... But Kumit was not like that. She knew very well what the fire five years ago had buried. Her brother Russell had even lost his temper with her husband because of it... "Mom..." Kumit's eyes were full of fear, and he held his mother's hand tightly. He didn't want to stay with those predators. I heard that the prisoners in the Alliance's prisoner-of-war camps were all evil ghosts from 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 the courage. Just like he huddled in the quilt with the S-coin trader 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... His son's trembling hand finally made Bonnie, who was still hesitating, make up her mind. Patting Kumit's hand gently, she took a deep breath and bowed slightly gracefully, like a real princess. "Thank you, Mr. Soldier, we appreciate your concern and kindness...but we have already thought about the future path, our destiny is not here."

"Thank you sincerely for giving us a way out, and I hope you can continue to move forward with your ideals."

The militiaman hesitated for a moment, glanced at the innocent Piru, and then at the expressionless follower next to him.

He felt that these two people were not good people, but he was really not qualified to make decisions for others, and he couldn't even say anything nice.

"Take care..."

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

They exiled themselves and left the settlement for the wasteland.

But it's their choice.

Seeing the mother and son walking away, the militiaman was a little depressed. He looked at the old militiaman next to him and muttered.

"I don't know if I'm doing the right thing... Mr. Sid is very bad, and his son is bad enough, but his wife actually doesn't do anything, and she rarely even goes out."

The old militiaman glanced at him.

"What do you know? It's hard to persuade the damn ghosts. You don't care where they go and what they do? Just do the job you're doing."

You choose your own path.

Look at those lost and neglected masters and aunts, how many people may be envious of those two.

Not far away, Grace hugged her husband Malvin tightly and cried into tears.

Malvern's lips trembled, he patted his wife's back gently, and said comforting words to her, but his eyes were filled with vicissitudes of life.

He seemed to have aged more than ten years overnight, with wrinkles so deep that they could catch snow slag, and countless white hairs in his messy hair.

"It's okay...everything will be fine..."

He murmured words while also praying for other family members.

Watching Kumit leave, Jixiu stood beside his parents numbly, looking like a soulless puppet.

He wanted to do something to change this settlement, so he flew back from Ideal City thousands of miles away.

But he never thought things would turn out like this.

He had no face to face his father Malvin, no face to face his eldest brother Warfield, no face to face Alyssa...

He always had a chance to atone.

If he had been braver at that time and did not hide in the inner city with his elder brother, but rushed out desperately to find Alyssa, he might have been beaten to death by the angry mob, but he might have been able to gain people's forgiveness together with Alyssa... …

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

If he really regrets it, he shouldn't come back...

Jixiu took a step forward. Malvin saw it and immediately reached out to grab him, glaring at the bastard.

"Come with me and surrender! Confess what you have done to the new authorities! The Alliance will not kill you, they will give you a chance to start a new life -"

"It's too late." Ji Xiu shook his head.

Seeing his useless look, Malvin was so angry that he slapped him hard in the face.

"Snapped--!"

There was a crisp sound.

Ji Xiu didn't hide, he let the slap hit his face, and his empty head was swung to the side by the wrinkled hand.

Seeing that he showed no sign of introspection, Malvin was furious and raised his hand to hit him, but his wife grabbed him hard.

"That's enough," Grace looked at him with blurry tearful eyes, "Don't hit him, Ji Xiu is still a child, let me persuade him..."

"You bastard!" Malvin glared at Ji Xiu and cursed angrily, "What time has it been? Can you listen to a word of your father's words!"

Why does everyone have to go against him!

Sid didn't care, but his son did the same!

Ji Xiu suddenly smiled.

Smiling and laughing, tears fell again.

"I'm sorry, Dad, I failed your cultivation... I am indeed a hopeless fool, as you can see."

He paused and said as if talking to himself.

"My friends on Duandianyun are right. I am the same as them. We are all lazy guys who love to recite sutras. But the difference is that they have their own reasons and know that the sutras they recite will harm others, so they never teach them. What should people in the wasteland do? But I am different. Not only do I feel that I am right, but I also feel that everyone should use the treasures I have learned..."

Looking blankly at his suddenly unfamiliar son, Malvin said in a trembling voice.

"Where are you going?"

"Go to the wasteland." Ji Xiu said calmly.

"Are you crazy!? That's a place that eats people! Do you think you walked to Ideal City on two legs? They are the mercenaries I found for you! You loser will not survive tomorrow morning!" Moore Wenqi's seven orifices were smoking, and he went up to hold down the bastard, but he tripped over the snow that was as thick as his knees.

Instead of helping his father who was lying on the snow, Ji Xiu took a step back and looked at him with shame as his temples turned gray at some point.

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

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

"Farewell, please tell my dear sister that her bastard brother is dead and there is no need to atone for a rotten person like me. She should live happily in the wonderful new world - the fairy tale you quietly wrote in her heart. inside."

"I think the Alliance 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 slowly into the howling cold wind...

…

Dusk.

The Alliance's rescue station was launched in the giant stone city. Large pots were set up in front of the gate on the inside of the giant wall to persuade those who wanted to escape from the city.

Five hundred thousand kilograms of grain a day is less than 250,000 silver coins, not to mention that if you save a little, you won't be able to eat so much.

The money was nothing compared to the cost of watching the settlement rot.

And now we are all a family.

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

"It's actually porridge..."

"I thought it was a nutritional ointment... It's good to have nutritional ointment."

"Praise the alliance! Praise the managers!"

"My child can be saved..."

The people who were shrinking their necks from the cold murmured in a low voice, and some even secretly wiped away tears, and their eyes rekindled their hope of surviving the winter.

No one would eat the dead unless they were extremely hungry.

Even just a bowl of rice soup reminded them of their human dignity, and they consciously lined up in the isolation zone.

At Lovett's call, everyone in the Workers' Association spontaneously helped maintain order.

Most of them have little education and don't look very smart. They only know one slogan - do what Bol should do.

The object of their worship is not even a real person, but their mobility and enthusiasm are unexpectedly amazing.

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

A belief that is purer and closer to the ground than the Big-horned Deer God!

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

They have no doubt that if these people are given a gun, these people will definitely be able to shoot better than the mercenaries who are paid to do things.

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

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

Crow Crow, who was wearing an apron, held a large spoon in his right hand and a trumpet in his left hand, and shouted proudly with the corner of his mouth raised.

"Green vegetable, mushroom and minced meat porridge! Food sponsored by Tengteng House. I hope everyone can spend the cold winter safely! We will let everyone wear beautiful new clothes in the coming spring. Let the unpleasantness of the past stay in the past."

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

But Crow Crow was shouting for his own entertainment.

Her Chinese couplet is not very standard, so she took this opportunity to practice it!

Teng Teng blushed and glared at Crow Crow, wishing he could throw her into the pot too.

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

She is here to improve the reputation of the region.

Regional reputation is of little use to professional combat players, but it is of great use to her who is passionate about business simulations!

Moreover, this rare special server activity can also unlock achievements that cannot be unlocked through daily activities.

The place where medals are earned is not just a battlefield. In the words of managers, it is also a battlefield in a certain sense.

But even aside from that, she still enjoys doing these things.

The survivors in the wasteland have a simple understanding of kindness. A bowl of hot porridge or a small thing can move them 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, Crow Crow raised his eyebrows mischievously.

"What does it have to do with it? I was originally sponsored by you, I'm just advertising your artwork!"

Seeing that she was about to make up some outrageous advertising slogans, Teng Teng blushed and was speechless, hiding her face in the milky white mist.

In addition to the bad friend Crow Crow who came to join in the fun, the shop assistant Huahua, who was wearing a maid's dress, was also helping enthusiastically.

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

When she heard 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!

When she thought of Miss Tengteng's generosity, Huahua was moved beyond measure.

In her eyes, the residents of Vault 404 were like little angels sent by the Deer God to help them, the wastelanders...

Stalls not far away.

Holding a bowl of scalding hot porridge, Kent lowered his head and thanked the cook who was in charge of the spoon, feeling as if there was a stone in his heart.

That night he hid at home and did not go out. Although there was a commotion outside, it did not affect his drafty room.

The mercenaries and soldiers who took advantage of the situation were all going to the houses that were relatively close to the inner city, and would not go to the slums in the industrial area at all.

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

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

It was the Workers' Union that seized it.

The gang of thieves in jail are now the masters.

Looking at the boxes of frozen meat and vegetables brought out of the warehouse, Kent's heart clenched and hurt, but he didn't dare to go up and ask where the ingredients were moved. He walked around and blended into the workers' union team. I went to help and found 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 lucky. Fortunately, he hid at home that day, otherwise he might have been lying there...

Squatting on the street and taking a sip of rice porridge with vegetable scraps and minced meat floating in it, Kent felt warm in his stomach, but his heart was getting more and more congested.

He muttered to make himself feel better.

"Haha...you messed up everything, and what did you gain?"

"You said you can't become Master Stephen. Didn't that Lovett become the president of the Workers' Association? The leader of the militia is Joey, but he is just another leader Zhao, a new group of masters... and I still You have to eat the food of the alliance.”

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

Hearing his muttering, a co-worker moved his buttocks and sat next to him with a smile.

"Man, how can you say we're not getting anything? Lovett said we're going to have a constitution that everyone abides by."

"The constitution of the alliance?" Kent glanced at him sideways and snorted, "Stop dreaming, it's just a group of gentlemen."

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

Kent hated the look, but he was afraid of the armband, even if he had one.

"I know who you are."

Kent's heart tightened, his face turned pale, and he was almost frightened out of his soul.

He hid a secret in his heart. It was he who took Alec and Phyllis away from the door of the beer hall and sent Sperger to prison.

Although he did not see the wanted notice posted on the wall, he could be sure that the co-workers must be looking for him secretly. Once they found him, they would drag him into an alley and execute him secretly.

"Who?" he swallowed and asked tremblingly.

The co-worker shrugged.

"Ken."

The air was quiet for a while.

...Ken?

Who is that?

New riddle?

Kent looked confused.

At that moment, he experienced a roller coaster ride, especially when the coworker next to him spit out the first half of a syllable.

"We got a fundamental law that everyone must abide by, but you said we got nothing. Maybe in your heart, you don't think it is important at all."

Kent blushed furiously.

"Isn't it? The whole settlement is in chaos! It's all you who made me lose my job! If it weren't for that idiot named Sperger who insists on singing the opposite tune, if it weren't for the fact that you would rather believe in a fucking Bol, I would rather listen to what a little girl has to say, so that we won’t be reduced to begging from our neighbors!”

"Just take it like this. And you're right, begging is indeed bad, and we will return the favor." The worker sighed, not intending to explain to him more, and said to himself, "Lovett said, we don't It may convince everyone that this is the normal state of life. Some people will find various reasons and angles to criticize us, but it doesn’t matter what they say, we do ours.”

"He asked us to supervise him. If we find that he starts to speak for those who bully us, we will punch him hard and spit in his face. This is the important thing."

Looking at Kent, who was almost suffocating, the worker joked in an apologetic tone.

"You'd better go, this is not the place for you, really. You are not even as good as your Mr. Vega. His business is not without risks, and he has to lick Mr. Sid's shoes from time to time. You are not as good as Alyssa, she By standing up, you have taken a risk that you will never take in your life. What did you do last night? Hiding under the quilt and crying? "

"And now, you are sitting here holding a bowl, and then you are being weird - 'Oh, clay legs can't do anything big, you just replaced a group of masters', 'Oh, what does a little girl know', "Oh, it's all your fault that I lost my job." Yes, you are right, we have harmed you, we will be finished tomorrow, you run away. "

"How about going to Honghe Town? There you can use your inexhaustible energy to work for twenty-four hours. You don't have to worry about everyone stopping you from making money. They will help you very considerately. Keep away the aliens and predators outside."

Smiling and patting Ken on the shoulder, the worker finished the porridge in the bowl, got up and went to the kitchen to return the bowl.

After a while, he will go to the workers' association to help.

They had united and prevailed.

Then they will continue to be united.

As for things to come…

Let’s talk about it in the future.

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

…

On the other side, there is a sign hanging at the registration office of the alliance, which reads "Leniency for those who confess, severity for those who resist".

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

For those who want to stay in the alliance, they can tell their crimes here, find the person responsible with the help of the alliance to apologize, and ask for leniency.

The alliance will code their photos in the newspaper. The maximum sentence is twenty years, and a good attitude only lasts for three to five years. After prison meals, they can start a new life, and if they show positive behavior, they can get a reduced sentence.

Of course, they can also choose to keep the secret in their hearts, hide like a mouse, and pray that no one will show evidence against them in the future.

The league staff did not discriminate against them, but the scum-like expressions on their faces were indeed scary.

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

From time to time, people left the team and others joined, and finally it was his turn.

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

After turning over a page full of writing, the staff handed him a glass of hot water and said expressionlessly.

"Tell me, who did you kill? How, how many people, and how old they were."

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

Big-horned deer, God be upon you!

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

What on earth did this guy do? !

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

The Union soldiers standing aside did the same and looked at him with a frown.

"Hey, you look familiar...where have I seen you?"

"House!"

Afraid of not surrendering after saying this, House forced a pale smile on his face, and his curled up body seemed to shrink even smaller.

"I...I confess everything! But please give me a chance to explain and atone!"

Before the staff member could speak, House swallowed and continued.

"You know what? If a person always says stupid things, it means that he actually knows the answer in his heart. 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...I don't hate you from the bottom of my heart. I can't even help but applaud your courage, but I have to Speak for the old man."

"My logic may be a little confusing, but it doesn't matter. You don't understand, but the manager must understand what I mean. The reason why I curse you so hard is because I want you to call me quickly and close this casino as soon as possible. After all, I hope you will It’s definitely hopeless under Master De’s care, but if it’s Master Shuguang who’s in charge, there’s definitely something you can do! Look, you guys actually got here!”

These words were spoken from the bottom of House's heart.

Ever since he understood what the alliance was, he had no doubt that the managers were truly good people.

There are actually good people besides idiots in this wasteland!

If he is really a profiteer, he can obviously not step on the accelerator, work side by side with Malvern, cooperate inside and outside, continue to play the debt game, and make the residents of Boulder City have negative deposits, then the people here are really doomed. .

The gentlemen can go to the ideal city and enjoy it, but those poor devils have to work for the Alliance until they die, and live relying on the Alliance. Thousands of people turned into more than 200,000 people.

If it were the Bugla Free State to the north, Mr. Sigma would definitely not have restrained himself, but the administrator restrained himself and even generously pulled them to the same front... This was what shocked and surprised House the most.

That adult really plans to end the wasteland!

He really considers the survivors of Boulder to be survivors!

Praise the Alliance!

Praise the managers! ! !

Ever since he heard the grown-up call the Worker a progressive voice, House was sure he was right.

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

What's more, even the half-way monk Sperger 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 kept their expressions tight at first, but in the end they couldn't hold back their laughter when House said, "He also had a share of credit."

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

He finally worked up the courage to sit here and confess his crime, but these guys treated him as a joke!

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

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

The staff did not explain, but said angrily with a smile.

"Are you here to make us laugh? It's not that I look down on you. The people who come here to register are all cases involving human lives. We don't have time to listen to your jokes, although yours is okay."

Another staff member suppressed a laugh and said jokingly,

"If you think you have any merit, then go to the Workers' Association or the militia to claim credit. They are the ones who rose up. We disappoint you. We didn't regard you as a threat at all. If it weren't for everyone's For my fellow countrymen’s sake, we don’t even bother to come.”

The soldier wearing the exoskeleton stretched out his hand, picked up the stunned House from the table, and led him outside the isolation zone.

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

"Go away, the manager is too lazy to talk to you, but I really want to kick your ass. If I weren't still at work, I would have done this."

The league has league discipline. After all, you can't beat people while wearing a military uniform. It's not worth it for a clown to take his glory.

The soldier returned to his post.

House stood in the street in despair.

Looking at the real villains lining up to confess their crimes, for a moment, he wished he could be caught and thrown into prison by Alliance soldiers, or even beaten with fists and kicks.

Not caring is the greatest arrogance.

It turned out that people didn't bother to pay attention to him at all.

Even the "Worker's Daily", which was only established for less than a year, can be considered 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 zombie, House walked away with his eyes blank.