This Game Is Too Realistic

boom!

Gently blowing away the blue smoke from the muzzle.

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

Screams and roars followed one after another, and the color of blood replaced the setting sun blocked by the cloud cover... Sure enough, this is the color that this street should have.

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

Can't do it?

But he didn't think that those mobs would spare those people.

A wicked smile curled up at the corner of his mouth.

The good show has officially begun!

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

It's really bad fun, can't you come secretly?

The man shook his head and said slowly.

It's too slow... Do you know that feeling? A movie was pressed to pause when it was at its last moment. The powder keg was there and the fuse was plugged in, but no one dared to click it... Alliance That’s right, so are those nobles, and so is Mr. Fang Ming.”

His name is Rhine, he is from the Bugra Free State, he is a professional mercenary, and he is also an awakened person. And the woman not far behind him, named Sai Lite, is the killer of the Dagger Gang in the slums outside the city.

The Buguera Free State was laid out in Boulder City a long time ago.

Lord Sigma is very interested in something here, which can help them get rid of the control of the suzerain at a critical time.

The sanctuary of the Great Rift is both a blessing and a curse.

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

Sometimes they are right, but not always.

They need that weapon!

Therefore, when Master Sid wanted to get rid of Sberg, the Dagger Gang immediately handed over the knife. It's just surprising that they almost succeeded, but missed at the last moment. The knife they handed out disappeared with Sberg.

This is so weird.

I'm worried about one thing. Seret looked at the man who came from afar, with a trace of concern in her lazy voice.

What's the matter? Rhine said indifferently.

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

Rhine smiled indifferently and waved his hand.

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

To say why.

Because that's what it is.

People can't greedily expect the gun to move by itself and distinguish who is good from bad, who deserves to die and who doesn't deserve to die.

The first generation of residents made it, but at the same time feared its power.

After all, humans are fickle creatures, and those who design AI are not fully sure that the old operating system can always meet the needs of the new generation. The new generation is not so reassuring about the operating system designed by the older generation. After all, if the children always listen to their parents, human beings should still be in the Stone Age, and there is no era of prosperity.

Yes.

People actually don’t know where they are going, so how can they expect AI to figure out where the end point is for people and repair the road to the end point?

A society completely managed by AI will eventually become a pigsty, and no matter how human-like an AI is, it will never become a human. People in the era before the prosperity era have proved that it is both necessary and undesirable.

At this time, there was a slight sound from the stairs outside the door.

The voice was very weak, and it was almost impossible to notice it without listening carefully, but Rhine still noticed the movement at the first time.

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

He also heard some movement, and the female killer stopped talking, and silently pulled out the dagger and pistol under the pillow.

The footsteps at the door gradually became clear, and they walked towards them step by step, from far to near, like a knock on the door.

The voice didn't hide the slightest, and stopped in front of the door.

There was no doubt that the man was after them.

And at this time, it is absolutely impossible for someone to clean the room...

who?

Rhine spoke cautiously.

No one answered.

In order to act first, he pulled the trigger without hesitation, and the muzzle of the gun burst into flames. The sound of the cloth tearing machine and the rain of orange bullets suddenly shot towards the door, printing a series of bullet holes on the wooden door.

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

Oh shit--

Rhine dodged in embarrassment, and rolled to the side of the window, and finally caught a glimpse of the person standing at the door from the corner of his eye.

The jet-black mirror covered her face, she held an explosion-proof shield in her left hand, and a short-tube microcharger in her right hand, and her serial number——X-16—was engraved on the shield and breastplate.

Go to hell! A sternness flashed in Sai Lite's eyes, and she rushed towards her like lightning, pulling the trigger of the pistol while raising the dagger.

The bullet with the increased amount of gunpowder smashed into circles of tiny spider webs on the explosion-proof shield. X-16 stood there motionless, raised his submachine gun and pointed it at her.

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

Da da da--!

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

Do you want to kill me together?

If I don't support you, you're dead already.

Rhine replied cursingly, while moving towards the window, while maintaining the suppression of the X-16's firepower.

The man stood still with his shield on, suddenly dropped the short-barreled submachine gun in his hand, and with a flick of his arm, he threw out a half-meter-long short stick.

Rhine's pupils shrank slightly, and a bad premonition crept into his heart. Without hesitation, he knocked open the window with his shoulder and turned outward.

I'm withdrawing, you take care of yourself!

Celite's expression changed.

I--

Before her words fell, the blast wave blew away half of her unfinished sentence.

The sudden burst of flame engulfed her and the attacker together in an instant. This guy planted explosives in the room!

But how did he bring it in? !

It's too late to think about this question, the awakened ones are human beings after all.

The aftermath of the explosion finally subsided, and there was a trace of heat in the dark room.

Looking at the almost charred corpse on the ground, X-16 shook his head, dropped the shield that was blown into two, and nodded his index finger on his head.

Target dies and escapes...

I'm hurt and need repairs.

At the same time, Rhine, whose back hit the street, let out a painful sound, struggled to stand up from the ground, and limped into the alley next to him.

Although some explosives were hidden in the room, he couldn't be sure whether the guy who seemed to be an android was killed.

He must leave here immediately.

It's a pity for that woman named Selet.

Although he had to be careful of the dagger she hid under the pillow, Rhine could be sure that she was a good woman.

Inner city... the controller of the weapon should be in the inner city... Withdrew to another nearby street, he gritted his teeth looking in the direction of the inner city, and muttered to himself with a gloomy expression, We have to find a way to get in Just do it.

...

History always advances in countless coincidences.

Big changes often don't necessarily have a great secret buried, maybe it's just two mice fighting and kicking over the oil lamp.

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

The whole Boulder City is in chaos.

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

The Malvern family huddled at the gates of the inner city.

They should have gone in a long time ago, but now there is a serious problem-Alyssa, the youngest in the family, is missing.

No one noticed when she disappeared.

As soon as the gunshot rang out, everyone panicked and ran towards the inner city for fear of being accidentally injured by stray bullets and being overtaken by mobs scurrying around like cockroaches.

Maybe she just fell down the road and was able to pick herself up quickly and keep running.

Hope that's all.

Kixiu beat up the old housekeeper, and told the old man to take six servants to look for him along the way he came, and he was not allowed to come back if he couldn't find it.

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

Voting is about to start...we can't wait any longer.

It was already getting dark.

His father has not come back, it should be a failure.

But Warfel didn't hold out much hope.

Boulder tried to tie the Alliance with debt, and the Alliance in turn held the rope around their necks. One had to die in this duel, and it was a pity that they lost.

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

every city.

Both are living monuments.

Of course, why not themselves?

This family can only rely on him in the future.

Warfield clenched his fists.

Guennis collapsed into the arms of her good best friend Bonnie, crying with tears in her eyes, her eyes were red, and she couldn't help choking.

Alyssa, my Alyssa... where have you been, come back to mom quickly, you can do whatever you want in the future, and mom won't talk about newspapers anymore.

Patting her girlfriend's back lightly, Bonnie comforted her softly.

I have asked my brother to help you find her, and it will be fine.

Her brother, Russell, was the commander of the 2000th Corps and was leading troops outside to maintain order. After hearing the news, he has already assigned a team of hundreds to search for Alisa's whereabouts, expressing that he will bring her back safely at all costs.

Bonnie believes that everything will be fine.

Either Alisa.

Or this settlement.

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

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

I have to find her!

Hearing these words, Warfell grabbed the abnormal-minded guy, pulled him in front of him, stared at him and cursed angrily.

Are you crazy?

Kisio stared at him deadly, growling like a mad dog.

You're crazy! She's your sister!

So what if it's my sister! Warfell raised his voice again, almost poking his nose into his face, and roared, Just because she is my sister, all of us have to wait here! Be with her To die together?

Hearing the word death, Gueneth fainted, and Bonnie hugged her and gave Warfel a sullen look.

This kid really can't speak.

Looking at the angry and frightened Kisho, Warfel suddenly narrowed his eyes, let go of his hand, and pushed his shoulder.

Go, I won't stop you.

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

Warfell took a step closer to him, stared into his eyes, and suddenly laughed.

There may be a few guys in the mob who know you.

Kishi swallowed.

What's the meaning.

It's nothing interesting, Warfell said casually. You mustn't forget that girl, that old man, that family, and that fire five years ago. They did die, but they still have Neighbor, neighbor's neighbor, guess what they'll do to you?

Kisio's face turned pale, and he could no longer say anything to find Alisa, and even lost the courage to look back.

That was a hurdle in his heart that he could never pass.

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

no solution anymore.

Build another outer city so that you all can live better, right? Treat it...as a charity from Mr. Kisu.

Moreover, I heard that Cr is a thing that can make everyone live a good life. It doesn't have a bunch of problems with chips, and it doesn't even need the central bank and banks... He doesn't quite understand the deep-seated principles of that thing, but he is willing to put this fresh Bring back the gadgets for everyone to use.

But it seems too late to say this now.

When he saw that the lovely Alisa disappeared, together with the doll he handed her, Kicheu finally felt a little bit of fear.

What would the people who hated him and hated them do to Alisa?

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

Looking at the pale face and the limp and trembling calves, Warfell's eyes showed a trace of disdain, and he said every word.

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

A waste like you should stay in the ideal city and dream of your daydream, and she should go to the alliance to live the hard life she dreamed of.

He grabbed the kid by the collar with a distorted expression.

Follow me.

If you don't want to die.

...

Dark and cluttered alleys, icicles under the eaves, and unswept snow covered the potholes that almost covered the edges of your boots.

Stumbling around in the alley, Alyssa's eyes were full of helplessness, hesitation and uneasiness. Her right hand, which was red from the cold, tightly grasped the doll, and white mist leaked out of her small mouth.

Mom... brother...

...Where are you guys?

Not crying out was her last strength.

She wanted to shout out loud, but she didn't dare to make a loud noise.

Intuition told Alyssa that this settlement is no longer that safe settlement, even if a kitten is lost, there will be a kind mercenary to find it for her.

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

Time back to an hour ago.

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

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

When passing through a small alley, she accidentally fell, lying on the ground in the snow, and the hairpin fell off.

It was a gift her father had bought for her at the celebration.

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

She wanted to call out to her mother and brothers, but the surrounding voices were too noisy. There were gunshots and explosions in the distance. Her shouting was like cotton wool thrown into a fire, with a wisp of charred smoke I couldn't see it, and the fire was still burning.

The towering buildings blocked the inner city, and she didn't dare to stop, she could only scurry in the alleys, and walked into a dead end several times.

The familiar Boulder City suddenly became strange, and the intricate streets seemed to have turned into a maze. But this can't be blamed for people making the streets too complicated. She should blame herself. Even though these alleys are not far from her home, she has never entered them once.

But there was no time to think about those things anymore, Alisa was sobbing silently while walking forward helplessly.

Even she wasn't sure if this was the direction to the inner city.

Just like the angry people who weren't sure they were doing the right thing, the entire colony of survivors went wild uncontrollably.

Especially when the gunshot rang out, everything changed, and no one even took care of the burning house.

People no longer put out fires, and they wish they could burn more. It would be better to burn everything down and start all over again.

Suddenly there was movement in the alley next door, Alisa stopped immediately, and hurriedly hid behind a pile of tattered boxes.

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

Alisa held her breath, not daring to make a sound.

Suddenly, a surprise voice came from outside.

Hey, there's an inner city woman here!

Alisa's heart rose to her throat, and her eyes were full of fear and despair.

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

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

Looking at the men who were getting closer, her face first showed panic, then turned into pleading, and she begged for mercy while stepping back.

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

The man with whiskers chuckled, his face was as cold as the world of ice and snow.

A bank? That's not a good place.

Soon someone echoed the yelling.

Banks...I usually hate you the most!

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

The woman knelt in the snow tremblingly and begged.

No...don't...please let me go and find those real nobles.

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

He is a mercenary.

He wouldn't have mistaken what Deathclaw's hide looked like.

One thousand chips! The man walking behind her leaned down and picked up the plastic pieces scattered on the ground, then he held it up high as if he had found some treasure, and exclaimed in surprise, Guys! , A thousand chips! This is not money for poor ghosts!

There was a look of despair on the woman's face.

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

Is there anything else you want to explain?

She was speechless.

She knew that these people had made up their minds to humiliate her, to see her jokes, to make fun of her, and to vent their anger on her.

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

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

Some people watched silently, even most people were silent, conscience still existed in the hearts of most people, but they also hesitated.

Why?

Why have they been patient?

The aristocrats never relent when they bullied them. Now they finally mustered up the courage to light a fire, but they are worried that it will be overheated?

Why!

The foul language has increased.

Haha, I heard that nobles' clothes are made of devil silk!

Why don't you try it, what if she hides the black card?

Looking at the expressions on people's faces, the bearded man who was the first to attack her frowned, felt something was wrong, and said.

Hey, guys, I think that's a little too much... Maybe we really got the wrong guy, aristocrats don't work in banks, maybe she really just-

Shut up, you don't grow anything! The man with the scar on his mouth squinted his eyes and gave him a look, If you are not interested in the next thing, just go away.

Several people following him immediately responded and shouted.

That's right!

We don't have cowards like you in our team!

Go away, coward!

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

But Boll will never shoot innocent people! You have gone too far!

The man with the scar on his mouth said impatiently.

Huh? Pol? What the hell is that?

stop--!

A piercing scream suddenly sounded, making the whole alley quiet, as if a basin of cold water had been poured into a scalding brazier.

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

Being watched by so many pairs of eyes, Alisa only felt her calf go weak, but she still mustered up her courage and grabbed the doll in her hand.

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

She understands their anger.

But they're crossing the line, this chaos is getting out of hand, innocent people are getting hurt, and they're going to turn into real thugs!

And their ideals, their demands, and everything about them, together with them, will completely become a disgrace to this settlement.

She has to stand up.

Stop them before it's too late.

you……

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

She's Alisa!

Looking at her immature face, the woman kneeling on the ground suddenly cried out in surprise.

There was no trace of despair on that happy face anymore, she staggered to her feet as if she had come to life again.

Pointing at Alisa, she said aggressively.

Alyssa! The youngest daughter of the Melvin family! I won't admit it wrong, I work in the bank! She is a resident of the inner city, and she has that black card!

The hysterical shouts echoed in the narrow alley, and the entire alley soaked in the wind and snow was completely quiet.

Those eyes made Alisa feel cold hands and feet.

The doll fell to the ground.

She was pale and no longer trembling.

Like a dead person who can't move...

...

The militia is stationed, and people's hearts are floating.

Since just now, the 1,000th team has lost news, and Captain Wei Lun's whereabouts are said to be unknown.

There were rumors that they had been scattered because some gracious fellows had raised their guns an inch, and these people shouldn't be merciful. It was also said that a soldier surrendered to the survivors and stood with them because his family was inside.

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

But it's hard to make sense, after all, the LD-47 has been flooding the wasteland for a long time, and even a mercenary is interested in a cheap and easy-to-use weapon for the Alliance.

What's really disturbing is how they brought these things in. Boulder City has a law that prohibits bringing explosives into settlements.

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

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

Are the guys who watch the gate poor and crazy?

Not satisfied with city entry tax?

Dare to earn the money you spend desperately...

Several soldiers wearing exoskeletons paused together, muttering softly.

Damn... I'd rather face that group of ugly slime molds than fight with those guys who get along day and night.

Those people want Sberg.

If you want me to tell them not to do it! Just a poor ghost!

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

How is it possible! There are only a few exit doors in the entire settlement, can he just evaporate?

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

Nonsense, have you forgotten the fire five years ago? Those people are not smart guys at all.

If you don't mention it, I almost forgot...Speaking of which, that Kixiu is back, I saw him wandering around the door a while ago.

The young guy was talking about his excitement when the partner next to him suddenly gave him a hand and pointed in the direction of the entrance to the camp.

Seeing the centurion walking towards this side, the group of people immediately shut up and didn't say a word.

Joey heard their conversation from a long distance, but he didn't really want to pay attention to these bad-mouthed guys.

Just now he received an order from the headquarters to bring his equipment and go to the assembly point as quickly as possible. Realizing that there might be a major task, he didn't dare to delay, and rushed over immediately.

His immediate boss, Commander Russell, was already waiting for him.

Seeing Joey walking towards him, Russell in power armor said in a serious tone without any nonsense.

The youngest daughter of the Malvern family is lost. The people with you set off immediately. No matter what the price is, they must bring her back safely.

Joey stood up straight.

What if someone blocks it?

Russell stared into his eyes and repeated word by word.

I said, no matter what the price is!

yes.

Joey didn't like the high-spirited attitude of the nobleman, but obeying orders was a soldier's bounden duty.

And even all that aside, his family had moved to the inner city, where they were living in a warm apartment waiting for it to be over.

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

In any case, those thugs and the robbers mixed in with the thugs cannot be allowed to destroy the achievements of Boulder City over the past two centuries!

Soldiers quickly assembled.

Walking in front of a group of subordinates, Joey took a deep breath, looked around everyone, and said loudly.

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

Her photo has been sent to your terminal, and the reconnaissance drone has gone to the target area to search.

Approve the use of all light and heavy fire weapons.

At all costs, bring her back safely!

Hearing this order, all the soldiers breathed a sigh of relief and raised their morale again.

In any case, at least this thing is undisputedly true.

They're doing the right thing by not being dragged in front of a group of unarmed survivors like the Thousandth.

With fighting spirit in their eyes, they replied sonorously.

yes!

...

The streets of the outer city were swayed by wind and snow.

The conference hall in the inner city was also full of hustle and bustle.

The survivors with the black cards quarreled.

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

Haha, if you take back some of it, who will you take it from?

As we all know, those poor ghosts have nothing to squeeze, and we can't make their accounts negative.

Give it up, this is a muddled account, we might as well find a way from our neighbor, while we can still fight now, the problem of shooting him will be solved!

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

Those are small things. I'm worried that the alliance will do something to take advantage of our big trouble. That ambitious guy has been coveting the airspace of Qingquan City for a long time...

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

Factory! Factory! As long as the machines that produce things are still there! Any currency is nothing! At worst, let's get another currency! The previous bargaining chip is invalidated!

That person was supposed to be a new nobleman, and he was quickly hit by a leather shoe on the face, and when he staggered back to sit, he was kicked by the nobleman next to him.

Chips void?

Go crazy!

The people with the most chips are sitting here!

Listening to those noisy voices, Sid yawned lazily, not wanting to hear those ignorant guys arguing.

Right now he's focused on two things.

One is a table and the other is a disk.

Those poor ghosts in the outer city have nothing to worry about, and the noisy guys can't make things happen.

No one knew better than him how well-armed the militia was, and those soldiers wearing exoskeletons would beat up those foolish poor ghosts like an ant.

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

He secretly hid the palm-sized trading device behind the stand on the table, so that he can keep abreast of the latest market conditions at any time.

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

The jumping up and down lines seem to be challenging the limit of imagination.

Sid held his breath, restrained the greed that was about to move, and silently recited the summed formula in his heart.

I am greedy when others are fearful, and withdraw when others are greedy.

This formula doesn't rhyme very much.

But it works!

Relying on his superb operating techniques, the total assets he holds have exceeded two billion chips, while the investment cost is less than one hundred million.

He has never been so rich!

As long as the S coins rise one more time, he can buy the entire Boulder City by himself! Even bought the league next door together!

Why don't you use S coins, he jokingly hummed in a voice only he could hear, The youngest son of the Melvin family is quite smart, and he has learned something good.

the other side.

After settling down his mother and younger brother, Warfel appeared in the conference room with a solemn expression on behalf of his father and his family.

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

If there is no skin, how will the hair be attached?

If Boulder City did not exist, his two warm and beautiful families would undoubtedly fall apart along with it.

He must do something while there is still something he can do now!

It's long overdue for the meeting to start.

Chattering and bickering is also part of the meeting.

Someone noticed Warfell, who was said to be Malvern's favorite successor, and they all inquired about his father's whereabouts.

Where's your old man, Melvin?

Warfel stood up and said.

He went to the league for help.

The nobleman laughed.

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

He won't run, Warfell said seriously, looking at the nobleman, My father is like you, he loves this settlement more than anyone else, and we sincerely hope that it will become greater, not sink in chaos.

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

So you screwed up the economy? Boulder Bank is largely responsible for this economic crisis!

Us? Warfell narrowed his eyes and stared at that person intently, Are we messing up the economy, or is it your greed that has been holding us back! As long as you eat and look good, there will be no one outside So many lunatics clamoring to kill us.

His sister is still out there!

Thinking of this, Warfell felt a burst of anger.

The man with the shoeprints on his face stared at him.

You! You want to say it's our fault?

The eyes of the other nobles also became slightly unfriendly.

If you want to say that the ones who eat the most, it is definitely the Malvern and Sid faction. Although they ate some themselves, they definitely didn't eat as much as this group of people, and they wouldn't take the big pot for these misers for no reason!

My father wouldn't say these things, but I have to say them for him, Warfell looked at the nobles in the audience, clenched his fists, and said sincerely, Everyone, we have reached the most critical moment The time has come, we have to do something.

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

Tell me how to do it.

As soon as he opened his mouth, those little nobles were indeed much more docile.

Warfell also breathed a sigh of relief.

There are still many ways.

He has read the books his father gave him. At this time, as long as Boulder City taxes the richest people and spends the tax money on the poor, whether it is helping them repair houses or install electrical wiring, a stagnant economy will be rejuvenated.

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

Silver coins can solve more problems than Cr and Dinar, which are far away from water and thirsty. They need to re-examine their relationship with the alliance, give up treating them as vassals of Boulder City, and treat them as the same front partner.

At least on the matter of ending the wasteland era, they have a consensus.

As long as his methods can be carried out, they may have a hard time for a while, but everything will be better in the future.

Whether it is Boulder City or the Alliance.

He was about to speak when a sudden voice sounded.

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

Warfell was taken aback for a moment, and immediately looked in the direction where the voice came from.

It was the corner of the conference hall, and an unremarkable old man was sitting there.

No one noticed how he got here, or even remembered whether there was a seat there, but the old man seemed to be there all the time, as if he had never left for a moment.

...the age is about the same, it is the prime of life. The old man gave an evaluation in a straightforward manner, without praise or belittling.

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

Who are you?

The old man said as if he didn't hear it, and said to himself.

That kid was standing in the same place as you, and he held up a chip...like this, high above his head.

As he spoke, the old man took out a white chip from his pocket as if by magic, weighed it, and lifted it high.

Many people didn't recognize the white chip, and didn't even remember that there was a white variety in the chip.

After all, they are usually more common, mostly black and white with a crown. All it takes is one shoe to make people kneel and kiss their leather shoes.

Looking at those familiar and unfamiliar eyes, the old man spoke slowly as if imitating someone's tone.

It can replace money.

Someone refuted him later, saying that children in the future will use it as a toy.

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

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

Warfell's brows furrowed even tighter.

what do you want to say in the end?

Different from his good temper, some nobles were already impatient, and started knocking on the table and shouting loudly.

Where are the guards?

Fork that old thing out!

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

However, no guards came in.

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

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

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

Until this time, everyone suddenly came to their senses, the person sitting there turned out to be their castle lord.

That Fang Ming who has no sense of existence.

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

Damn it, what are you doing... pretending to be a ghost!

It turned out to be Fang Ming!

Including the pug named House, the survivors of the entire Boulder City only follow his lead, and the militia members also listen to his opinions.

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

That is a story that is older than the ancestors' precepts.

Idealists long ago felt that as long as the AI ​​was given the name of a city lord, there would never be such a thing as a master in this survivor colony.

But those old fools are obviously not very smart, and they like to deceive themselves and others. It's better to learn from the guy next door and make up a legend about the spirit of the sand sea for the poor ghosts to read scriptures.

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

Those poor ghosts who were bullied didn't even know who was being bullied, and they were crying to Fang Ming when they were about to die-Oh, my dear Lord City Master, why don't you care about everything, You can even squeak.

Those poor souls, you might as well pray to the refrigerator.

Pray that it can be equipped with the function of frying pan and oven, and by the way, it can chew the seven-year-old steak for them and feed it into their mouths.

If only they had a fridge.

Boulder City did produce some refrigerators, but most of them were sold to the Alliance, and Sid was not sure what those poor people had in their homes.

Fang Ming glanced at Sid, then at the silent Warfel, and then at everyone in the audience.

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

It stands to reason that AI should not have such things as emotions.

It also has no doubt that it does not have such a thing.

Love and hate, those are the burdens of human beings, and it only has lines of rigorous logic codes and disciplines that must not be violated.

Maybe I'm just sorry.

The man himself told it that they were all his continuations. However, it has never changed, but there is no trace of him in them.

...he gave you the best.

And left me the ugliest thing.

Looking at the silent meeting room, the expressionless face trembled, and the torn images were like rings of growth rings.

shame……

Profanity.

You're doomed, organisms, maggots, pigs...

I am ashamed of my mission!

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(I originally wanted to write a serious title, but I couldn't help but play a trick in the end. I will also write about the ending of House later. I wrote it for him at the beginning.)