"Oh throat······ It looks like the chips are really going to be worthless."

A small detached house on the edge of Linghu Lake.

Fang Chang, who was sitting at the dining table, was looking at the newspaper when he caught a glimpse of the straight line on the trader's screen.

Surprised, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up with a playful smile.

At a time when almost all of the industries in Boulder City were desperately short of money, the price of S coins ironically hit a new high, reaching 9,881 chips per S coin.

With the current trading volume, there is almost no suspense about breaking through the 10,000 mark, and there are constantly people buying, and they are buying again and again.

Sitting across the table, Dolly stared blankly at the screen spread out on the table, her mouth wide open enough to fit a duck egg.

Fang Chang had told her what the up and down lines meant, and what the numbers next to them meant.

However, she still couldn't believe that these invisible and untouchable numbers could be exchanged for real chips!

The god of bighorn is on top!

She used to work in a newspaper, and she only had more than 1,000 chips a month when she counted the bonus!

If a resident of Boulder City buys 100 S coins at the beginning, won't they have to work for the rest of their lives?

The mouth shape like a duck egg soon expanded into a goose egg.

"Breaking the 10,000 mark doesn't seem to be a big deal."

Without noticing the change in Dolly's expression, Fang Chang clicked the screen twice, and brought up the transaction details and the positions of each account from the background, and soon found that multiple transactions were from the same big account.

Although he didn't know who was behind the account, he looked at the cumulative trading volume of hundreds of millions of chips······ All he could say was that the brother was having too much fun.

Of course, this is not without returns, the total S coins in this brother's account are close to 200 million chips!

Win numb, brother!

But don't worry.

Fang Chang smiled and clicked the sell button, taking advantage of the gratifying rise to withdraw some funds, and by the way, suppressing the rising momentum, so that these brothers who were eager to break 10,000 immediately calmed down. At this time, you have to smash a V-shape, and then stand firm before going in, not only to give the brothers who are still inside a little confidence, but also to give other friends who are itching and still waiting to see a chance to get on the bus.

Of course, he didn't just stare at a fat sheep, but had a systematic and complete wool harvesting plan.

When the selling pressure is small, use the funds in the account to slowly pull it up, and when the selling pressure is large, it will be smashed downward, and wait for the brother who threw the plate to throw out the S coins and then pull them up, anyway, as long as they keep staring, it is a matter of time before they buy it back.

Some smart children will probably try to study the rules of lines, compare the relationship between volume and price, and use mathematical methods to figure out the mood of the market. But he felt that with the intelligence level of the nobles in the inner city, it was unlikely that he would be able to get out any moving averages of similarities and differences in such a short period of time, and at most make up two sentences to entertain himself.

Thinking of this, the corners of Fang Chang's mouth became higher and higher.

"It's too weak."

These people are afraid that they have never even seen what the sickle looks like, and they have not realized that they have become leeks.

Looking at the scheming expression on Fang Chang's face, Dolly finally came back to her senses and said with two small eyebrows furrowed.

「······ You're lying, aren't you?"

Fang Changwan smiled and quipped.

"My lovely Miss Reporter has finally found out?"

"But ·····"

"You want to ask why they didn't find out, right?"

Seeing the confusion in Dolly's eyes at a glance, seeing that she nodded, Fang Chang smiled slightly and continued in a relaxed tone.

"It's not that hard to find a problem, just do a very simple math problem and multiply it to calculate how much all the S coins add up to and you'll find something wrong."

The price of an S coin is close to 10,000, so it is calculated according to 10,000, and how much it is worth is up to him, the banker, to have the final say.

Not counting the "auto-breeding" S coins, the total value of one million initial S coins alone has already reached 10 billion chips!

Fang Chang didn't know if the Boulder City Bank had so many chips, but this figure was already three times higher than the size of the alliance's debt.

He admits that he is bad enough, after all, it is immoral to lie to fools.

But these deceived guys are also really stupid, and they don't even bother to look at what they bought before buying it.

「····· But why didn't they find out? Why? I don't understand." Dolly muttered in confusion.

"It's much harder to analyze why a specific person fell into a pit than it is to push a group of people into a pit. Bi Jing people just fell into the pit in the same posture, the motives and reasons are all strange, I'm just a digger, I really can't answer you." Fang Chang smiled, and suddenly his heart moved, and said, "Let's write a column in a while and publish the story of S coins in the newspaper, so that there will be fewer people who fall into the pit."

It is impossible to disappear completely.

That's where the law comes into play.

The draft of the Financial Law is almost complete, most of it has been copied from reality, and the rest has been improved according to the situation in the wasteland.

In the past few days, this matter has been discussed at the forum, and Professor Yang also scolded him for not being a person, and he filled in the hole after he made a fortune.

Fang Chang is actually quite innocent, you said that you are in a hurry without a helmet.

Moreover, this set of laws only protects the industries within the territory of the alliance and the residents of the alliance, and does not prohibit these dogs from going out to harm others.

Of course.

When you harm others, it's best to study other people's rules, for example, if he wants to do this method in the ideal city, it will be thrown out by others.

The Bugra Free State to the north is a typical capital-led power, and it is also a very special case of "laying eggs through the nest".

It's still very difficult to deceive those people, and if you don't get deceived by them, you will burn high incense. Half of the crooks who are currently infiltrating the alliance are exported from there.

It is extremely irresponsible to expect AI to solve all problems, and it must be discovered by players who are deeply involved in the lives of NPCs.

I have to blow a wave of Ah Guang, the Beta 0.5 version came out at the right time!

"Oh?" The long eyelashes narrowed into a curved crescent, and Dolly, with her hands on her cheeks, smiled lazily and narrowly, and the dangling feet under the table stepped on his knees and scratched, "Mr. Big Liar, is he going to expose his deception?"

This guy doesn't go to work today on vacation, and he's very naughty.

In order not to make her so proud, Fang Chang decided to be naughty too, so he put down the newspaper in his hand and pretended to clear his throat.

"Then it depends on whether Miss Investigator works hard."

"You don't want to be fooled by a villain like me, do you?"

Looking at the wicked smile, Dolly's cheeks flushed slightly, and her nose snorted slightly.

"I should have handed you over to the guards... Tell them the truth."

With that, she put her hands on her hands, pushed off her chair and jumped down, stepped on her slippers and went to the fireplace, adding some firewood to it.

It's getting colder and colder outside.

The wind and snow outside the window were whirring, making a crackling sound against the glass.

However, the alliance, which has experienced heavy snowfall, has been prepared for a long time and has made an emergency plan in advance. Including giving holidays to some staff who need to go out to work, including giving cold subsidies to staff who are still on the job, etc.

Medical jobs cannot be stopped, educational jobs can be moved underground to shelter from the wind and snow, steel mills and some foundries themselves do not need to stop producing large amounts of heat, and some factories that do not have heaters installed and do not produce up to standard heat production are required to shut down.

The newspaper office was equipped with heaters, but they had to be paid a subsidy for work, and they happened to have not so much work, so the editor-in-chief gave them paid leave.

I heard that the alliance has a large amount of winter supplies, and even the most severe situation can stabilize the current prices.

In the past, the administrator also came to the broadcast studio of their newspaper to give a speech, and personally told everyone not to worry about it on the radio.

The people were convinced of this, and they were full of confidence, because the lord had always done what he said, and he had always had difficulties to say difficulties, and there was a way to say things, and he would never say something they did not understand, and they did not believe him, did they believe the clown named House next door?

The Alliance and Boulder City are not far apart, and it is not difficult to listen to his show.

Dolly certainly had confidence in him.

After all, even the "bad guy" in her family admits that Mr. Manager is a rare good person, not to mention that he is so open-minded about progressive voices.

She had no doubt that the Alliance would have a brighter future, and that there would be a vibrant world after the snowfall.

It's just a heavy snowfall.

Every resident of the alliance will not take it seriously!

······

The fireplace added some firewood, and the curtains were closed, and the room by the Linghu Lake was getting warmer and warmer, and the heat made people sweat.

Outside the house, however, was a different world, where the cold wind and snow were like knives, falling from the cloud cover that could not be seen, and crushing the entire silver-covered world with a knife.

In the wasteland, especially in the valley provinces, even the rare warm winters are not warm, but the snow is delayed for a month or two.

But it's time to come.

It will come eventually.

The huge wall twenty or thirty kilometers away from Linghu Lake stood like an icy iron curtain in the wind and snow, ruthlessly dividing the prosperity and desolation of this wasteland.

On one side of the giant wall are stacked high and low houses, and on the other side are shacks crushed by snow. As most of the survivors of Boulder City are proud of, even a little bit of trash leaking from this massive wall can feed countless poor people begging at their feet.

Most of the workers in the cannery still have a leaky room, and most of the real poor people who live in the slums at the foot of the giant wall have to make do with it in their shacks.

Human vitality is very tenacious.

Where weeds can't live, people can live, and even where slime molds can't go, there are human footprints.

Impenetrable walls stand tall and strong, shielding the people inside from the wind and snow, slime molds, and the chaos, death, and poverty of the wasteland. However, I am afraid that its builders did not envision that the wave that swept everything did not come from beyond the Great Wall, but from its very center.

Angry survivors gathered on the main road, mostly workers from the industrial area, but also some sympathetic citizens and mercenaries mixed in.

This time it seemed more ferocious than ever, and the militia knew that the poor ghosts were not targeting the city hall or the bank, and the flames were burning straight at the monolithic building in the center. Therefore, they quickly completed the assembly, and even used equipment that the wave had not used, and stood in front of the survivors.

"Hand over Sperger!"

"We will never give up on any of our workers!"

The snow stacks on the eaves were steaming white, and from time to time crushed snow was shaken down.

The boiling shouts were overwhelming, and even the heavy snow in the sky was evaded.

Wei Lun, the commander of the 1,000-man team, put on the heavy power armor and looked at the surging crowd in front of him, but he broke out in a cold sweat.

These guys are like they have eaten gunpowder!

He had never seen so many angry people come together.

There may also be a few mercenaries in it, ready to light the powder keg at any time, and he really doesn't want to fight these people if he can.

He would rather face the tide than them!

"Residents of the outer city, calm down!"

He turned on the speakers in the power armor and tore open the noise door and shouted, "I've inquired with the inner city, your friend······ That Spurg is still alive!"

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by a roar of rage.

"!"

"You said in the morning that he was alive, and at noon you said that he was dead, and now that he is alive again, is it not that in the evening he is dead again?"

"We don't want to hear you fart! We don't want to be calm! We want to see people! Whether it is dead or alive, we want him to tell us himself!"

"Die! Pigs in armor! Phew!"

The shouting was mixed with some other sounds.

Some people shouted that bread was too expensive, others shouted that they had robbed the nobles, and some people were just planning to take advantage of the collapse of order in the city to get some oil.

It's hard to tell which of them is who.

Yes.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that even in the decaying Boulder City, there is such a precious treasure as order.

This is completely different from good and evil and fairness.

It's just that now, it has been quietly shaken by people's questioning condemnation······

It's not just the chips that are gradually failing, but also the black cards in the hands of the nobles.

As Fang Ming said, it was just a room card·····

The marauders with their tails between their legs began to stir, and the mercenaries who wanted to take advantage of the fire were fanning the flames, and the vast majority of people knew that there was something dirty in the ranks, but the vast majority of them didn't care anymore.

Regardless of where this power comes from, they just want to turn the colony upside down and take their friends back from the bandits!

Wei Lun was sweating profusely, and the line kept retreating, and at the same time he had to be wary of those who left the large army and infiltrated behind them.

I heard that his immediate boss, Zhao Yongxu, the head of the militia group, had already angrily scolded his neighbors in the conference hall, scolding them for not doing things cleanly.

The settlement has fallen into a vortex of contradictions.

The alarm sounded on the huge wall that only goes off when there is a wave, but the piercing siren could no longer shake the united crowd.

If there is any difference between this and the computer-deduced "Ending A", it is probably the hesitation in people's minds.

Most of the workers don't want to make a big deal out of it, because they don't know if the workers who are caught are dead or alive.

The townspeople joined in, perhaps for the sake of justice in their hearts, but more often for the simplicity of the bread being too expensive.

The soldiers were a little shaken because their wallets were shrinking every day, and they were not just a bunch of poor ghosts, but probably their families, seemingly decent citizens.

Wei Lun, who really has a black card, is also hesitating.

No one knows the soldiers behind them better than him, it's okay for them to bully the poor ghosts, it's okay to deal with the waves, but now they have too many people to deal with...

He could feel their hesitation and wavering.

Those who weren't caught up in the maelstrom tried to escape the city, and the wastelanders who tried to take advantage of the maelstrom hated that the gates didn't open - the Boulder militia had scrambled to close the entrances and exits of the city to prevent further deterioration of security.

Originally, those who wanted to come in were only persuaded to leave, and it was not impossible to go in, but now they can't get in at all and can't get out.

There was a large crowd gathered outside the gates of Boulder City.

Among them, who escaped before closing the door, was standing in the cold wind with their arms crossed, shivering, looking around blankly, not knowing where to go next.

Most people didn't have much luggage, they only carried some chips in their pockets that outsiders didn't want at all, and the door behind them was open again.

In front of them is a wasteland!

That cannibalistic wasteland!

They don't even know which side of hell is inside and outside the door·····

In addition to those who regret escaping, there are also those who regret not sticking to it.

Most wastelanders can more or less guess that this bustling casino seems to be about to start shuffling again.

And every time the cards are shuffled, the guy with a big fist can take advantage of it.

"Damn!" Looking at the completely blocked gate, the Killing Dagger and the Kidney Fighter had expressions of remorse on their faces.

According to those NPCs, this kind of "limited-time event" only happens once in twenty or thirty years, and they are only a little bit away from getting in!

Compared with a small life of three days, it is obviously a rare event that occurs once in twenty or thirty years!

It's a loss!

Just when the two of them were remorseful, a man in a cotton coat suddenly approached and said in a low voice.

"Hey? You're from the Alliance?"

The Murderous Dagger glanced up at the man and nodded.

"yes, what's wrong?"

Seeing that he had found the right person, the man suddenly looked happy, glanced left and right, and saw that there was no one around, so he lowered his voice and said.

"I'm from the militia."

The kidney fighter next to him smiled, reached out and shook his hand.

"Coincidentally, I'm from the Burning Corps."

"The Burning Corps?" The man was stunned for a moment, not understanding, but not taking it seriously, and continued, "Whatever you are······ I've got a good batch of goods here, are you interested?"

The murderous dagger leaned over and asked curiously.

"What's good?"

"People, or more accurately····· Beautiful noble lady," the man said, raising his eyebrows, "interested?"

"! Population Trade?" The murderous dagger immediately ducked back, looked at him warily and said, "We don't want slaves! Don't even think about fooling me!"

The Kidney Fighter also chimed in, loudly stating his position to the Heavenly Dog Scheme.

"That's it! We're not that kind of people!"

The NPCs in this game are getting more and more cunning.

Always digging holes for them in different ways.

There was an unlucky child who was almost cheated before, but everyone persuaded him in time.

As elder brother Fang's good brothers, the two of them had carefully read the "Player's Manual". The Vault does not limit the range of interactions between the player and the NPG, and does not deal with emotional entanglements, but it is strictly forbidden for the player to keep slaves, and they must be released if they are bought or obtained by accident.

What is written in the Player's Handbook is equivalent to the rules of the Vault, and the content is not very large, mainly binding on the residents of Vault 404.

Unlike a series of laws of the Alliance, the rules written in the Player's Handbook must be followed not only within the Alliance, but also outside the Alliance, as long as you are a Vault resident.

If the identity of the Vault residents is too troublesome, just return the helmet.

"Damn, you guys be quiet... I didn't mean that," the man was startled by their sudden shouting, and quickly explained, "I just said to let you meet, but I didn't say to sell people to you... They are aristocrats! Do you still want to buy it? Are you crazy or am I crazy?!"

Of course, if these two bosses from the alliance can really afford to pay a lot of money, it is not impossible······ He went to his superiors to inquire, and if he couldn't figure it out, he could still be accommodating.

Anyway, with such a big mess, it's normal for one or two people to be missing. Every time the gate is closed, it is not only the lives of the poor ghosts that are discounted, but also the lives of the noble lords.

The man couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

is worthy of being a local tyrant from the alliance, and he has become quite too much to play.

I still want to bring people back······

The murderous dagger was still alert, and stared at the man twice.

"What do you mean? See each other?"

"For example, let you meet while she's asleep," the man squeezed his eyebrows, "We know a therapist at a beauty salon who has a way of letting her guests sleep a little longer for some minor surgeries that require her clients to fall asleep····· You have enough time to do whatever you want, and you can be sure that no one will know about it afterwards."

When the two players heard this, their faces changed instantly.

"?"

"Is she crazy?"

The man said absentmindedly.

"Crazy? Possibly. Anyway, the chips given by those noble ladies are becoming less and less valuable, so why wouldn't she be happy if you are willing to give some real money?"

The Kidney Fighter swallowed.

Of course, he couldn't do that kind of evil thing, but in order to criticize it fiercely on the official website, he still wanted to inquire about the price.

"How much?"

When the man saw him take the bait, he smiled and gestured a finger.

"A million silver coins."

The faces of the two suddenly changed.

"it!"

"A million?! Crazy you!"

One million silver coins can be exchanged for 10 million soft girl coins on the official website.

I'm afraid this NPC didn't wake up!

The murderous dagger silently took a picture of this guy, planning to go to the forum for a while to criticize these guys who sold their souls.

Seeing that the two of them turned around and left, the man suddenly became anxious, and hurriedly chased after him and shouted.

"Don't go! 800,000! No, 500,000 is fine!"

Not far from the three of them, the brother and sister were quietly listening.

Lao Bai and Hurricane went to the distant Wind Hotel next to them to open a room, and went offline to collect information on the official website, and the two of them were responsible for inquiring on the street in front of the city gate, and they happened to hear the previous conversation.

Seeing the old brother's smiling expression, Jiujiu rolled his eyes and kicked him in the calf.

"Brother, you're not going to be moved, are you? I'll tell Sister Fujito."

Ye Shi's face suddenly changed when he heard this, and he hurriedly said in a hurry.

"Damn, what are you telling her to do? No, who is the master moved····· Didn't you see that I was about to criticize it!"

Seeing that the elder brother was busy explaining, Jiu Jiu's eyes rolled, and suddenly the thief smiled and said.

"But then again, the image of Sister Fujito's game is obviously a little dot, but in reality she is actually a royal sister."

Ten nights take a breath.

"How do you know?"

Jiujiu raised an eyebrow and glanced at him.

"Dude, you don't think you have a small group, do you?"

"Awesome!"

Ye Shi looked at the little guy in surprise, gave a thumbs up fiercely, and then smiled shyly, looked at the old girl flatteringly and said.

"That····· Sister, please take care of the Penguin, help your brother."

Jiu Jiu waved his hand lazily.

"Go and ask for it yourself."

Ye Shi cried and laughed.

"Damn, ruthless, you!"

"It's not impossible for me to help you, unless you ·····." Looking at the monkey anxious brother, Jiu Jiu's eyes rolled, and the thief smiled and said, "Let me enter your herd of cattle and horses!"

Hearing this request, Ye Shi suddenly deflated like a deflated ball, and said with a sneer.

"Uh, forget it then····· I'll go myself another day."

"Huh? That's it?" Jiujiu smacked his mouth and glanced at him, "Your feelings for Miss Fujito are nothing more than that."

"You don't understand," Yashi shook his head, "It's a group of adults, don't make a fuss about it, you kid····· It's not good for you."

I won't say the full name of his nickname and Hurricane, and suddenly mixed in with an inner ghost, and everyone will not be able to drive well in the future.

"Cut!" Jiujiu rolled his eyes, disapproving at his little caution.

Returning his attention to the game, Yashi stared at the man in a hurry, touched his chin and said.

"But that man····· Seems to have a way to get into the city."

Now that the gate is completely closed, you can't get in by paying the city tax, and the people inside can't get out.

Some of their "customers" and the equipment they bought are still locked up in the city, and it would be a pity if they were smashed or burned in the chaos, and they had to find a way to get people and things out of it!

After all, it was cut by Elder Brother Fang with S coins.

He was not interested in the noble lady, but he was still quite interested in the really valuable treasures inside.

Jiu Jiu Fox glanced at the old brother suspiciously.

"You're really still moved, brother, I misjudged you."

Night Ten said with a smile and a smile.

"Sing it all along with it! Did you listen to me?"

Gan!

Jiujiu was about to speak, when an unfamiliar voice suddenly came from behind the two.

"I hear you!"

The alarm suddenly rose in his heart, and Ye Shi turned his head suddenly, only to see a man in formal leather shoes standing behind him, looking at him and Jiujiu with a smile.

There is no superfluous aura on his body at all, but his sense of presence is too strong to ignore.

Half a step behind him, followed a woman whose entire face was obscured by a pitch-black mirror, with the emblem of the Great Stone Military Industry and the number "X-16" engraved on her shiny breastplate.

"Who are you?" Protecting his sister behind him, Yaten stared at the man vigilantly, his hand already holding the pistol in his pocket.

Not caring about his movements, Ibs said politely.

"Introduce myself, my name is Ibs, the president of the Great Stone Military Industry······ Although you may be seeing me for the first time, I've been paying attention to you for a long time."

Boulder Military!

Hearing this name, Ye Shi felt a little weak, but he still said it stubbornly.

"You······ Notice what we're doing?"

"It's nothing, it's just that it's rare for someone to appreciate our work so much, and it's just a little bit of a personal interest," Ebs continued, with a pleasant smile on his face, "but you're so inefficient at moving the ants little by little, and you're going to make a mess of the puzzle pieces I've worked so hard to make."

"Why don't you just buy me too."

Jiujiu: "······?"

Night 10: "???"

What?!

·····

Just when Ye Shi and Jiu Jiu were looking confused, Ji Xiu, who was strolling through the streets at the city gate, was surrounded by a group of bodyguards, drawing a blueprint for the future with his fox friends and dogs.

"Look, what is the true dynasty of the nations?"

"The survivor settlements in the middle of the entire Middle-earth continent, whether they are southeast, west, or north, have to trade with us! People's stalls lined up like a river and they looked at us expectantly! They know they can't do it without us!"

Speaking of excitement, he opened his arms and embraced the wind and snow in his face, with a sunny smile on his face.

"What an alliance, too weak!"

He's been here every day for the past few days, and he's brought his good friends with him.

After all, it won't be long before he becomes the master of this place.

A boy said curiously.

"What do you think they're selling? Why haven't you sold out after selling for so long?"

"I see a few familiar faces, they seem to be from the militia?"

"I don't know, it doesn't matter," Kishu waved his hand to make them look at him again, and continued, "No matter what those people are selling, as long as they are trading, it must have something to do with us. Only trading will generate profits, and our settlements will benefit from it, which is the most obvious economic knowledge."

Economics!

Everyone's eyes lit up, and a few boys quietly gave a thumbs up.

In the end, it is a basic cultivation who has seen the world, and the five-year study tour has indeed not been wasted, and I still learned some knowledge in the ideal city!

Looking at the lively but slightly chaotic market, there was a faint sadness written in Jixiu's eyes, and there was also an invisible sense of superiority in it.

These unseemly merchants are so vulgar that if no one takes care of them, they will grow like weeds.

He will use the most advanced methods to make them do their own thing!

"It's a pity that this place is close to us, but it's not in our colony, and these short-sighted guys don't have a long-term plan······ When the time comes, I'm going to spend a lot of chips to buy the Far Wind Hotel!"

Kurmit asked excitedly.

"And then?"

Looking at everyone's expectant eyes, Kishu clenched his fists triumphantly.

"Then we're going to tax the stalls, we're going to tear down the slums, and we're going to let them all live in our hotels, and people will thank us for letting them stay in more imposing hotels instead of the run-down low houses of the Union, and we'll have more money for bigger things, like widening the walls next to the viaduct!" When the time comes, people will be able to get down from the bridge and go straight to our settlement! The most prosperous center!"

"I've heard that it's not very technically difficult, we were able to build such a big wall before, and we can build a bigger one in the future!"

Kisho narrowed his eyes and looked at his future kingdom.

The long queue of stalls and crowds is almost endless, and you can line up from the gate of Boulder City to the viaduct behind the Wind Hotel in the distance!

It's not as lively as it is in the city, but it's winter!

If he remembered correctly, there wouldn't have been so many people coming out to do business in previous winters, and apparently in the five years he was away, Boulder City had also developed a lot.

It seems that his plan is still a little conservative.

Originally, he planned to take three or five years to realize it little by little, but now it seems that he can advance the plan a little earlier.

Of course, this is thanks to the good guy named Fang Chang.

If it weren't for that brother, he wouldn't have so many funds at his disposal.

Every time he thought of the meeting on the plane, Kishu couldn't help but feel complacent. It was simply the smartest negotiation of his life, and it may become a good conversation after dinner in the future.

"Brother! You're damn awesome!"

Kummit, who was on the side, took the lead in applauding excitedly, and his face was happy.

He found that since his good buddy Jixiu returned from Ideal City, not only has he become smarter, but he has also become more and more eloquent.

He loves to listen!

Don't brag about it, it's much more interesting than a woman!

And Ji Xiu really didn't lie, the S coins in his account are worth tens of millions of chips, and Dad has never given himself so much pocket money!

Those mysterious experiences may have an element of bragging, but money doesn't deceive!

At this time, a cold wind blew.

Kurmit suddenly sneezed, rubbed his nose and muttered.

"It's so cold this day..."

The little fat man on the side saw it, and quickly took off his coat and handed it to him

"Wear me."

"Thanks, Piru, you're such a nice man."

Although it wasn't very cold, Kurmit still took the clothes and draped them over his shoulders, and patted the fat shoulders of the little fat man with a grin.

The little fat man said with a smile.

"Of course, we're buddies."

He was the son of Vedja.

Although his father is also a big boss, compared to the father of these people, he is just a small character.

His father always told him that in Boulder City, connections were the most scarce resource, so he never hesitated to invest in these buddies.

The first million-level fund of S coins was taken out by him on his own initiative, and then he successively increased the chips to about 10 million.

This money is of course earned in blood now.

However, he is more timid, and under his father's suggestion, he has thrown away some of them one after another, deducting the investment in the early stage, and he has made a small profit.

At this time, there was a sudden piercing bell in the city.

Everyone stopped talking and looked in the direction of the giant wall.

"The city has been alarmed..." Walking up to Kummit's side, one of the Awakened bodyguards said in a respectful tone, "We need to hurry back."

Kurmit scratched the back of his head in confusion.

"But it's winter."

The faces of the boys were full of worry, and after looking at each other, they began to talk about each other.

"Anyway, let's go back first······

"I always feel like something bad is happening."

"Safety first!"

Looking at the buddies who gathered together to talk, the little fat man Piru hesitated, and finally plucked up his courage and looked at his good big brother Kumet and said.

"Go back, I'm not with you."

Kumet looked at him in amazement.

"Are you crazy? Stay outside when the alarm is raised? It's a wasteland!"

Piru smiled innocently and said hehe.

"My father asked me to wait for him at the Far Away Wind Hotel, and he said he had something to discuss with me. I've got to get over there, or he's going to have to open my ass."

Kurmit was stunned for a moment, nodded and said.

"Okay then······ Take care of yourself."

Running outside when the alarm bell rings?

What a weird guy!

However, Mr. Wei Jia is also a capable person, and if he wants to come in, he will touch the things up and down, so he doesn't bother to worry about his little friends.

"So are you! You must take care," Seeing that Kurmit was about to take off his coat and return it to himself, Piru hurriedly waved his hand and said, "You can keep it, it will be a souvenir."

Kurmit was stunned and was about to ask what he meant, but the bodyguard on the side coughed lightly, interrupting his thoughts.

"Young Master, it's time for us to go······ It's a big deal, and your father will be anxious if he can't see you."

"Okay."

Kumet nodded, watched the back of Piru leaving, and finally didn't say anything, beckoned, and led everyone to the direction of the giant wall gate.

Although the gate has been blocked, for them with black cards, the so-called rules are just rules.

Kurmit wasn't too worried at first, but the moment he entered Boulder City, he immediately realized that something was wrong.

There are too many people!

And they're all crowded on the street at the door!

He'd never seen so many people yelling to get out!

The bodyguard tugged at his sleeve.

"The big road can't go, let's take the small road."

The poor devils have blocked the road.

"Hmm!" Kurmit nodded vigorously, his expression becoming nervous.

Having realized the urgency of the situation, everyone stopped procrastinating, and no one joked anymore, and trotted all the way in the direction of the inner city.

There was chaos in the streets.

The guards who usually patrol seem to have disappeared, the militia members don't know where they have gone, and there is the occasional clanging sound of smashing and angry scolding of men and women on the main road next door.

And what is even more frightening is that the sound is louder in the distant streets.

People seem to be shouting something in unison······

That voice is like a war!

With a panic in his heart, after saying goodbye to his friends, Kishu hurriedly returned to the big mansion on the edge of the inner city.

He passed through the courtyard gate, rushed into the house in a hurry, and shouted "Dad", but no one answered, and then he saw that the eldest brother who had gone out to live had gone home!

The family was in the hall on the first floor, neatly dressed, several servants carried suitcases, and the butler in command looked stern······ It's like going out on a long journey.

"Big brother?" Kishu looked at the middle-aged man with neatly combed hair in a daze.

Warfield looked at his brother and frowned slightly, his voice with a hint of reprimand.

"When is it still running out! Where did you just go? Why are you only coming back now?"

Too lazy to answer his bunch of nonsense, Kishu walked up to him and asked straight to the point.

"Where's my father? Where did he go?"

In his mind, his father Malvin is the backbone of the family, and his old father has a way to ····· No matter how big the basket he poked.

"He's gone to the Alliance," Warfield said solemnly, looking at his panicked mother, "there's something big going on out there, you should have heard." Anyway, please take refuge in the inner city with me immediately····· That's what the Father willed."

"We may have to stay there for a while until things settle down completely."

Goneth nodded hurriedly.

"Okay! Don't waste any more time, let's go."

The beggars and the poor ghosts had gone mad, they were fine, and they didn't know if it was the fool who provoked them.

The thought of those guys' sloppy appearance with snot and stubble made her get goosebumps all over her body and feel physically unwell.

Her best friend Bonnie seems to have mentioned that there is something big going on in Boulder City recently, and it is better for her to stock up on some daily necessities in the small room in the inner city.

Her husband had prepared for this in advance, and there was enough consumer goods and food for the family to last for several months.

Milk, bread, canned food, toiletries, clean bedding and much more.

Actually, don't panic too much.

I heard that something similar had happened before, and although they had not experienced it, their father and mother did.

And based on past experience, everyone finally got through it without incident.

If you really don't want to wait, you can also find a sleep pod to sleep for a year and a half, but cryo-dormancy will dry your skin, and you have to take good care of it after waking up.

Worry was written all over Elisa's face.

Unlike her mother, she didn't hate the people outside, but she was a little worried, worried about her father and worried about them·····

I don't know if Dad is okay.

Standing in front of the window on the top floor just now, she saw a large number of people gathered on the street, walking towards her house in a menacing manner.

It wasn't like that a month and a half ago.

At that time, people didn't even dare to look up at them, let alone write anger on their faces······

However, what she feared most finally happened.

As she told her father at the celebration, he couldn't even see their eyes, and how could he know if those eyes were filled with respect or hatred?

If only her father had listened to her words carefully, instead of taking those words as a child's innocence.

But now, it may be too late to say that.

The settlement has finally come to its last mile. It's really too late this time······

"We need to get out of here······ Looking at his worried sister, Kishu crouched down to look at the jewel-like eyes, shoved the rag doll into her hand, and said softly, "Don't worry, the friends of the militia will take care of it······ We'll be back soon."

"Uh-huh······

Alyssa nodded silently and grabbed the rag doll in her hand.

The family left the house through the backyard door and, under the cover of the old butler and six servants, hurried in the direction of the inner city.

In fact, they should have left a long time ago.

Warfield couldn't help but scold that damn brother in his heart.

This kid has been a little mentally abnormal since he came back from Ideal City, and he should have persuaded his father to take that kid to see his brain.

Recently, this kid seems to have made some kind of S coin, which almost scared him out of a heart attack.

However, compared to the mountain of powder kegs piled up in Boulder City at the moment, it was the most insignificant one······

Looking at the increasingly grim situation on the street, Warfield frowned, and suddenly a gunshot rang out, which frightened him and immediately lowered his head.

The screams shattered on the nearby street like a sudden rainstorm, followed by an overwhelming roar and shout, and for a time even overshadowed the sudden burst of gunfire.

Kisho was startled by the gunshot, and when he came back to his senses, he realized that the gunfire was actually quite far away.

He scolded in horror.

", who's shooting in the city? Don't you want to die?"

"Shut up!"

Warfield cursed, and looked back at his panicked sister and mother, and the frightened butlers and servants shouted loudly.

"Run!!