"Bang!"

Gently blew away the green smoke from the muzzle.

Looking at the man who fell in the crowd not far away, the man standing by the window smiled slightly, withdrew the left wheel against the window, and gently pulled the slightly open curtain with his little thumb.

Screams and roars followed, blood replacing the sunset blocked by the clouds····· Sure enough, this is the color that this street should have.

However, the militia was unexpectedly weak, and he thought that more people would die, and as a result, many bullets flew past their scalps.

Can't you do it?

But he didn't think the mob would forgive them.

The corners of his mouth curled into a wicked smile.

The show has officially begun!

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

"It's really a bad taste, can't you come secretly?"

The man shook his head and said slowly

"It's too slow····· You know what that feels like? A movie was paused at the last minute. It was clear that the powder keg was there, and the fuse had been plugged in, but no one dared to light it······ The alliance is the same, so are the nobles, and so is Mr. Fang Ming."

His name is Rhine, he is from the Free State of Bugra, and he is a professional mercenary and an Awakened One. And the woman not far behind him, named Sailit, was the killer of the Dagger Gang in the slums outside the city.

The Free State of Bugra has long been laid out in Boulder.

Mistress Sigmar is interested in something here that could help them get out of the overlord's grip at a critical time.

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

The noble grown-ups didn't care what the little man thought, they just looked at the blueprint on their desk, and pointed through a window.

Sometimes they're right, but not always.

They need that weapon!

Therefore, when Sid tried to get rid of Sperger, the Daggers immediately handed over the knife. It's just surprising that they almost succeeded, but they missed at the last minute, and the knife they handed out disappeared along with Sperger.

It's weird.

"I'm worried about something." Sailit looked at the man from afar, and her languid voice carried a hint of concern.

"What's the matter?" Rhine said nonchalantly.

"City Lord, that Fang Ming," Celit said casually, "According to our investigation, he knows everything that is going on in this settlement, so he must have seen you shoot."

Rhine smiled absently and waved his hand.

"Ah, don't worry about this, if you really investigated, you should know····· There are only two situations where he will intervene to help the people here deal with the mutant slime mold and the forces associated with the Post-War Reconstruction Committee."

To say why.

Because that's what it is.

One cannot greedily count on the gun to move on its own and distinguish for itself who is good and who is bad, who deserves to die and who does not.

The first inhabitants made it, but at the same time feared its power.

After all, people themselves are fickle creatures, and the people who design AI are not completely sure, and the old operating system can always meet the needs of the new generation. The new generation is also not so comfortable with the operating system designed by the older generation, after all, if children always listen carefully to their parents, mankind should still be in the Stone Age, and there will be no era of prosperity.

Yes.

People don't know where they're going, so how can they expect AI to figure out where the end is for people and fix all the ways to the end?

A society that is completely managed by AI will eventually become a pigsty, and no matter how human-like AI is, it will never become a human after all. The people of the era before the Age of Prosperity had already proven that it was not advisable to want both.

At this moment, there was a slight sound on the stairs outside the door.

The voice was faint and barely noticeable without careful listening, but Lybac was the first to notice the movement.

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

Hearing some movement as well, the female killer stopped talking, silently pulling out the dagger and pistol under her 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 stopped in front of the door without the slightest disguise.

There is no doubt that the man came at them.

And at this time, it is impossible for anyone to clean the room······

"Who?"

Rhine spoke cautiously.

No one answered.

In order to strike first, he did not hesitate to pull the trigger, and a string of flames burst from the muzzle of the gun, and the sound of the ripper and the orange bullet rain suddenly shot towards the door, imprinting a string of bullet holes on the wooden door.

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

"--"

Rhine dodged in embarrassment, rolled sideways to the window, and finally caught a glimpse of the man standing in the doorway.

Her face was obscured by a pitch-black mirror, and she carried an explosion-proof back in her left hand, and in her right hand she held a short tube micro-punch, and her number X-16 was engraved on the back plate and breastplate.

"Die!" There was a flash of fierceness in Cerit's eyes, and she rushed at her like lightning, setting up her dagger and pulling the trigger of her pistol.

The bullet of the increased gunpowder smashed into a circle of tiny cobwebs on the blast shield, and X-16 stood there motionless, raising his submachine gun and aiming it at her.

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

"Dadada--!"

The orange-yellow ballistics rained down on the air in the room, and Celit rolled over to dodge the rain of bullets coming from both directions, screaming in exclamation.

"Do you want to kill me with you?"

"If Lao Tzu doesn't support you, you'll be dead."

Rhein scolded back, moving towards the window while maintaining the suppression of the X-16's firepower.

The man stood still with the live card, suddenly threw away the short-barreled submachine gun in his hand, and shook his arm and threw out a half-meter-long short stick.

Rhine's pupils contracted slightly, and a bad premonition crept up in his heart, and almost without hesitation, he slammed the window open with his back arm and flipped out.

"I'm leaving, take care of yourself!"

Cerit's face changed.

"I--"

Before her words could fall, the explosion blew away half of her unfinished sentence.

The sudden burst of flames engulfed her and her assailant in an instant, and this guy planted explosives in the room!

But how did he bring it in?!

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

The aftermath of the explosion finally subsided, and the dark room was filled with heat.

Looking at the almost charred corpse on the ground, X-16 shook his head, threw away his shield that had been blown in two, and tapped his index finger on his head.

"The target dies and escapes·····

"I'm injured and need to be repaired."

At the same time, Rhine, whose back hit the street, let out a painful sound from his mouth, struggled to get up from the ground, and limped into the side alley.

Although some explosives were hidden in the room, he couldn't determine if the guy who appeared to be an android had been killed.

He had to get out of here at once.

It's a pity that the woman named Celit entered.

Though she had to be careful with the dagger she hid under her pillow, Rhine could be sure that she was a good woman.

"The Inner City... The weapon's controller should be in the Inner Domain····· Retreating to another nearby street, he gritted his teeth in the direction of the inner city, and muttered to himself with a sinister expression, "You have to find a way to get in."

······

History always moves forward in countless coincidences.

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

The fighting in the hotel room was only a trivial episode, and the chaos ignited by the gunfire continued on the streets.

The whole of Boulder City is in chaos.

At the entrance to the inner city from the outer city, soldiers dressed in exoskeletons placed shooting bunkers in front of the doors, and barricades were placed in the streets to disperse the crowd.

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

They should have gone in a long time ago, but at the moment there was a serious problem - the youngest in the family, Elisa, was missing.

No one noticed when she disappeared.

As soon as the gunshots rang out, everyone panicked and ran in the direction of the inner city, for fear of being accidentally injured by stray bullets and being caught up by the mob scurrying like cockroaches.

Maybe she just fell on the road and was able to get up and run quickly.

Hopefully that's all there is to it.

Guixiu beat the old butler and told the old man and six servants to look for him along the way he came, but he was not allowed to come back if he could not find it.

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

"The voting is about to begin····· We can't wait any longer."

It's getting dark.

His father hasn't come back yet, so he should have failed.

But Warfield didn't have much hope.

Boulder tries to tie up the alliance with debt, and the alliance in turn holds the rope around its neck, and this duel must have one person die, and it is a pity that they lost.

There was a benevolent side to that man, but the people here seemed to have chosen to forget how the Coalition's settlements came to be.

Every city.

All are living monuments.

Of course, what about themselves?

This family can only rely on him in the future.

Warfield clenched his fists.

Goneth collapsed into the arms of Bonnie, crying with tears in her eyes, her eyes red and choked uncontrollably.

"Alyssa, my Alyssa... Where have you been, come back to Mom, you can do whatever you want in the future, and Mom will never talk about newspapers anymore."

Gently patting her best friend's back, Bonnie said softly and comfortingly.

"I've asked my brother to help you find her, and she'll be fine."

Her brother's name is Russell, the commander of the 2,000-man team, and he is now leading troops outside to maintain order. After learning the news, he has already divided a team of 100 people to search for Alyssa's whereabouts, and said that he will definitely bring her back safely at all costs.

Bonnie believes that everything will be fine.

Whether it's Alyssa.

It's enough for this settlement.

Kixiu gritted his teeth, his eyes struggling for a moment.

In the end, he made the bravest decision of his life - even more courageous than when he escaped from the settlement with his tail between his legs.

"I need to find her!"

When Warfield heard this, he grabbed the unthinkable fellow, pulled him in front of him, glared at him and scolded angrily.

"Are you crazy?"

Kisho stared at him and roared like a mad dog.

"You're crazy! She's your sister!"

"What if it's my sister!" Warfield raised his voice again, his nose almost cut off in his face, and roared, "Just because she's my sister, we all have to wait here!" Will you die with her?"

At the word "death," Gordnis fainted, and Bonnie grabbed her and glared at Warfield with a sullen face.

This kid really can't speak.

Looking at the angry and frightened Kixiu, Warfield's eyes suddenly narrowed, let go of the hand that was holding him, and pushed him shoulder.

"Go, I won't stop you."

Kisho staggered to his feet, gasping and looking at his brother, his eyes half surprised, half angry, and a little scared.

Warfield took a step towards him, stared into his eyes, and suddenly laughed.

"There may be a few other guys in those mobs who know you."

Kishu swallowed.

"What do you mean?"

"It's not interesting," said Warfel nonchalantly, "you must not forget, the girl, the old man, the family, and the fire five years ago. They're dead, but they're still neighbors, neighbors of neighbors, and guess what they're going to do to you?"

Kishu's dangerous color turned pale, and he couldn't say anything to find Alyssa anymore, and even the courage to look back was drained.

That was a hurdle in his heart that he would never be able to overcome.

Of course, he won't forget those people, and he also thought about giving them a little compensation, but how can he make up for the death of people?

No way.

It's always okay to build another outer city so that you can all live a little better, right? Just ····· It is the charity of Lord Kisho.

Moreover, I heard that Gr is something that can make a good life for everyone, it doesn't have a bunch of problems with chips, and it doesn't even need central banks and banks····· He didn't quite understand the underlying principles of the thing, but he was willing to bring this new thing back and make it available to everyone.

But it seems too late to say that now.

When he saw the lovely Alyssa disappear, along with the rag doll he had handed her, Kixiu finally felt a little frightened.

What will the people who hate him, who hate them, treat Alyssa?

He didn't dare to think about it.

Looking at the pale face and the weak and trembling legs, Warfield's eyes were written with a hint of disdain, and he said word by word.

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

"You kind of shitty should stay in Ideal City and daydream about it, and she should go to the Alliance to live the hard life she dreams of."

He grabbed the kid by the collar, his expression twisted.

"Follow me."

"If you don't want to die."

······

Dark, chaotic alleys, ice picks under the eaves, and unswept piles cover the potholes, barely reaching the edges of your boots.

Stumbling down the alley, Alyssa's eyes filled with helplessness, hesitation, and unease, her frozen, right hand clutching the rag doll tightly, her small mouth leaking out of the white room.

"Mom······ Brother······

「······ Where are you?"

didn't cry out, it was her last strength.

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

Intuition tells Alyssa that this settlement is no longer the safe one, and that even if she loses a kitten, the kind mercenary will find it for her.

If she were found out now, she would probably really die······

Time goes back an hour ago.

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

She was supposed to follow everyone closely, but the snow was too heavy.

While passing through a small alley, she accidentally fell, and her whole body fell in the snow, and the hairpin fell off.

It was a gift that her father bought her at the celebration.

She subconsciously pushed away the snow and picked it up from the ground, but when she looked up again, everyone was gone.

She wanted to shout for her mother and brothers, but the noise around her was too noisy, and there were gunshots and explosions in the distance, and her screams were like cotton wool thrown into the fire, and she couldn't even see a wisp of burnt green smoke, and the fire was still burning brighter and stronger.

The towering buildings blocked the inner city, and she dared not stop, so she could only mess around in the alleys, and several times she walked into a dead end.

The familiar Boulder City suddenly became unfamiliar, and the intricate streets seemed to have become a labyrinth. But she couldn't blame people for making the streets too complicated, she should blame herself, she didn't go into these alleys not far from her house.

But there was no time to think about those things, and Alyssa sobbed silently as she walked helplessly forward.

Even she wasn't sure if this was the way to the inner city,

Just as the angry people weren't sure if they were doing the right thing, the survivors of the entire colony went uncontrollably insane.

Especially when the gunshots rang out, everything changed, and no one even cared about the burning house.

People no longer put out fires, and even wish that the fires would burn more, it is better to burn everything down and start all over again.

There was a sudden movement in the alley next door, and Alyssa immediately stopped, hurriedly hiding behind a pile of tattered boxes.

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

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

Suddenly, a voice of surprise came from outside.

"Hey, there's an inner city woman here!"

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

But she soon discovers that the target of the men is not her, but a woman who has fallen to the ground in the alley next door.

The woman sat down on the snow, seemingly falling like herself, and her handbag fell not far away, and several large chips and some cosmetics fell out of it.

Looking at the men who were getting closer and closer, her face first showed trepidation, then turned into pleading, and she said begging for mercy as she stepped back.

"No! I, I'm not a resident of the inner city! You're looking for the wrong person, I'm ······ I'm just a clerk working in a bank."

The bearded man smiled, his face as cold as the snow.

"Banks? That's not a good place."

Soon someone chimed in.

"The bank... I usually hate you the most!"

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

The woman knelt in the snow with a sinister face and pleaded.

"No····· Don't... I beg you to spare me and go to the true nobles."

"You said you weren't the noble lord of the inner city," the man with a scar on his mouth glanced playfully at the handbag on the ground, "But your handbag is the skin of the Claws of Death, right?"

He is a mercenary.

He wouldn't be mistaken about what the claw of death's skin looked like.

"A thousand chips!" The man who walked behind her leaned down and picked up the pieces of plastic scattered on the ground, and then he held it up as if he had found some treasure, exclaiming in surprise, "Guys, a thousand chips! That's not the money the poor guys use!"

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

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

"Is there anything else you'd like 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, to take their anger out on her.

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

She simply closed her eyes in despair, hoping that the process wouldn't be too long······

Some people are silent, even most people are silent, conscience is still in the hearts of most people, and yet they are also hesitating.

Why?

Why have they been patient all the time?

The aristocratic lord had never been soft when he bullied them, and now they finally mustered up the courage to set a fire, but they had to worry that it was overheated?

Why!

There was more foul language.

"Haha, I heard that the nobles' clothes are made of Mozhong silk!"

"Why don't you give it a try, 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, faintly felt that something was wrong, and spoke.

"Hey, guys, I think it's a bit too much····· We may have found the wrong person, the nobleman doesn't go to work in a bank, she might just-"

"Shut up, nothing you planted!" The man with the scar on his lips squinted at him, "If you're not interested in what's next, get out of the way."

Several people next to him immediately shouted in response.

"That's right!"

"We don't have a coward like you on our team!"

"Get out! Rufu!"

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

"But Pol will never attack the unlucky! You've overdone it!"

The man with the scar on his mouth said impatiently.

"Huh? Bohr? What the hell is that?"

"Stop————!

A shrill scream suddenly rang out, quieting the whole alley, as if pouring cold water on a boiling brazier.

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

Being watched by so many pairs of eyes, Alyssa only felt that her legs and stomach were weak, but she still mustered up her courage and grabbed the rag doll in her hand.

The very tall manager said that she had a smart eye and that she would be a very good person.

She understands their anger.

But they are crossing the line, this chaos is getting out of control, the reckless people are getting hurt, and if they continue like this, they will become real Jingjing!

And their ideals, their demands, and everything they have, together with them, will completely become the shame of this settlement. She had to stand up.

Stop them before everything is irretrievable.

"You..."

Alyssa mustered up the courage to say something while people could hear her. However, she had barely opened her mouth to utter a word when she was interrupted by an exclamation.

"She's Alyssa!"

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

There was no trace of despair in that joyful face, and she staggered to her feet as if she had come back to life.

She pointed at Alyssa and said menacingly.

"Alyssa! The youngest daughter of the Malvern family! I won't admit that I'm going to work in a bank! She's a resident of the inner city, and she's got that black card!"

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

That gaze made Alyssa's hands and feet feel cold.

The ragdoll fell to the ground.

Her face was pale and she no longer trembled.

Like a dead man who can't move·····

······

The militia regiment is stationed, and the people's hearts are fluctuating.

Since just now, the 1,000-man team has lost news, and the whereabouts of Commander Weilun are said to be unknown.

Rumor had it that they had been swept away, because the men of the woman's kindness had raised the muzzle of their guns an inch too high, and they should not have been merciful. It was also said that there were soldiers who surrendered to the survivors and stood with them because his family was inside.

It was also said that the alliance distributed weapons to them, as evidenced by the LD-47 and RPG bazookas.

But this makes no sense, after all, LD-47 has long been flooded in the wasteland, and all mercenaries are interested in the Alliance's cheap and useful weapons.

What is really troubling is how they brought these things in, as Boulder City prohibits the carrying of explosives into the settlement.

Some soldiers have heard that their ranks have recently become more morally corrupt and even dare to sell as long as they are given money.

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

Are those guys who watch the gate poor and crazy?

If you have an entry tax, you are not satisfied?

Dare to earn any money you don't spend your life······

Several soldiers wearing exoskeletons paused together and muttered quietly.

"Damn······ I'd rather face those ugly slime molds than fight the guys who spend all day and night."

"Those people want Sperger."

"If you want me to tell them no! It's just a poor ghost!"

"But the inner city won't hand him over, and I heard that the inner city doesn't know where he went, otherwise they would have given it long ago."

"How is that possible! There are only a few doors to go out in the entire settlement, can he just evaporate?"

"I guess he's dead, but I don't think it's that simple····· You know, the old men usually do it very secretively, make a person disappear and don't let him make a sound."

", have you forgotten the fire five years ago? Those people aren't smart guys at all."

"If you don't mention it, I almost forgot about it······ Speaking of which, that Kishu is back, I always saw him hanging around the door some time ago."

The young man was talking about the excitement when his partner next to him suddenly pulled him and pointed in the direction of the entrance to the camp.

Seeing the centurion coming this way, the group immediately closed their mouths and said no more.

Joey heard their conversation from afar, but didn't really bother with the broken-mouthed guys.

Just now he received an order from the command to bring his equipment and go to the assembly point as fast as possible. Realizing that there might be a major task, he did not dare to delay and immediately rushed over.

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

Looking at Joey who was walking towards him, Russell, who was wearing power armor, didn't talk nonsense and said in a serious tone.

"The youngest daughter of the Malvern family is lost, and those who take you will set out immediately, and no matter what the cost, you must bring her back safely."

Joey straightened up.

"What if anyone stands in the way?"

Russell stared into his eyes and repeated word for word.

"I said it, no matter what it takes!"

"Yes."

Joey didn't like the aristocrat's arrogant attitude, but it was a soldier's duty to obey orders.

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

He swore to his children that he would not disappoint them and would bring victory and glory home.

In any case, we can't let that group of thugs and bandits mixed in with the mob destroy the achievements of Boulder City for two centuries!

The soldiers quickly completed their assembly.

Walking in front of his subordinates, Joey took a deep breath, glanced around at everyone, and said in a loud voice.

"We have lost one of our residents, a small girl who is as old as your daughter, and now we are going to bring her back and bring her to her parents."

"Her picture has been transmitted to your terminal, and the reconnaissance drone has gone to the target area to search."

"Authorize the use of all light and heavy firepower weapons."

"Bring her back safely at all costs!"

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

In any case, at least the matter is indisputably correct.

They were doing the right thing, not being pulled in front of a bunch of unarmed survivors, like the 1,000th team.

With war burning in their eyes, they replied sonorously.

"Yes!"

······

The streets of the outer city were snowy.

The conference halls in the inner city are also noisy.

The survivors with the black cards quarreled.

"There are so many chips circulating in the market! We have to find a way to get some of it back! Let the excess liquidity flow where it belongs!"

"Haha, take back some of it, who will you receive?"

"As we all know, those poor ghosts have no oil and water to squeeze, and we can't turn their accounts negative."

"Give up, this is a mess, we might as well think of a way from our neighbors, while we can still fight, and solve all the problems with one shot!"

"Everyone! When is it, you're still talking about chips! The people out there are yelling to kill us, and we'll at least fix that first!"

"Those are small things, I'm afraid the alliance will take advantage of our big mess to do something, that ambitious guy has been coveting the airspace of Qingquan City for a long time·····

A bearded guy suddenly banged on the table and stood up and yelled.

"Factory! Factory! As long as the machines that produce things are still there! Any currency is a floating cloud! Big deal, let's get another currency! The old chip is gone!"

The man was supposed to be a new nobleman, and he was quickly hit with a leather shoe on his face, and when he staggered back, he was kicked by the nobleman next to him.

Voided chips?

Crazy!

The most leveraged people are sitting here!

Listening to the noisy voices, Sid yawned lazily, not wanting to listen to the arguing of those who did not understand decency.

At the moment he is only focusing on two things.

One is a table and the other is a plate.

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

No one knows better than him how well armed the militia is, and the soldiers in exoskeletons will beat the poor ghosts like ants to death.

If you have this time, it is better to keep an eye on the plate.

He secretly hid the palm-sized trader behind the standing cards on the table, so that he could keep abreast of the latest market at any time.

It is worth mentioning that in just one day's work, the price of S coin has hit a new high again! After breaking through the 1:10,000 mark, it soon went to 20,000.

The lines that jump up and down seem to challenge the limits of imagination.

Sid held his breath, restrained his imminent greed, and silently recited the mantra in his heart.

"I am greedy when others are afraid, and I retreat when others are greedy."

This mantra doesn't rhyme much.

But it works!

Relying on superb operation techniques, the total assets he holds have exceeded 2 billion chips, and the cost of investment is less than 100 million.

He's never been so rich!

As long as the S coin rises again, he can buy the entire Boulder City alone! Even buy the league next door together!

"Or use S coins," he snorted jokingly in a voice that only he could hear, "the youngest son of the Malvern family is very smart, and he has learned something good."

The other side.

After settling his mother and brother, Warfield appeared in the conference room on behalf of his father and his family.

Although he worries about the safety of his father and sister, it is now a time of life and death, and he must support the crumbling house like a pillar.

One must build on a firm foundation?

If Boulder City no longer exists, his two warm and beautiful families will undoubtedly fall apart with it.

While there is still something to be done, he must do something!

The time for the meeting to start was already there.

Chatter and quarrels are also part of the meeting.

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

"Where's your daddy Malvin?"

Warfield stood up and said.

"He went to the Alliance for help."

The nobleman burst out laughing.

"Asking for help? I don't think he's running away!"

"He won't run," Warfield said earnestly, looking at the nobleman, "my father, like you, loves this colony more than anyone else, and we sincerely hope that it will become greater, and not sink in chaos."

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

"So you're making a mess of the economy? Boulder Bank is primarily responsible for this economic crisis!"

"We?" Warfield narrowed his eyes and stared intently at the man, "Did we make a mess of the economy, or did your insatiable greed keep holding us back!" If you only eat better, there won't be so many madmen out there clamoring to kill us."

His sister is still outside!

The thought of this made Warfield's heart flutter.

The man with shoe prints on his face glared at him.

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

The eyes of the other nobles were also slightly unkind.

If you want to say that you eat the most, it is definitely the Malvern and Sid faction. Although they themselves have eaten some, they definitely don't eat as much as these people, and they won't carry this cauldron for these misers for no reason!

"My father won't say that, but I have to say it for him," Warfield said in a sincere voice as he looked at the nobles in the room, clenched his fists, and said in a sincere voice, "Guys, we have reached the most critical time, and we must do something."

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

"Say it, how to do it."

As soon as he spoke, the little nobles were much more docile.

Wolfel was also relieved.

There are many ways to do this.

He had read the books his father had given him, and as long as Boulder City taxed the richest people and spent the tax on the poor ghosts, whether it was repairing their houses or installing electrical wiring, the stagnant economy would be revived.

Then they have to face up to the monetary status of silver coins, and reserve them as foreign exchange such as Cr and Dinar, just as the alliance will reserve and plan to use their chips.

There are more problems that silver coins can solve than the thirsty Cr and Dinar, who are far away and can't quench their thirst, and they need to re-examine their relationship with the Alliance, and abandon their vassals of Boulder City and instead treat them as partners on the same front.

At least when it comes to 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's Boulder, or the Alliance.

He was about to speak when an abrupt voice rang out.

"You resemble a child many years ago, and I see his shadow in you."

Warfield was slightly stunned, and immediately looked in the direction where the voice came from.

It was the corner of the chamber, and there sat an inconspicuous old man.

No one noticed how he had come here, not even a seat there, but the old man seemed to have been there all along, as if he had never left for a moment.

「······ It's about the same age, and it's the prime of life." The old man gave a straightforward evaluation, without praise or belittling.

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

"Who are you?"

The old man said to himself as if he hadn't heard it.

"That kid was standing in the same place as you, and he raised a chip······ It's like this, high above your head."

As he spoke, the old man took out a white chip from his pocket, weighed it, and held it high.

Many people didn't recognize the white chips, and they didn't even remember that the chips were actually white.

After all, they are usually more common, and most of them are black and white with crowns. It only takes one to get people to kneel and kiss their shoes.

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

"It can replace money."

"Later, someone refuted him, saying that children in the future would treat it as a toy."

"It's a pity that the man is gone, otherwise he would have been relieved that his children were actually very smart, and they learned not only to make their own toys, but also to invent new ones."

The old man seemed to tell a story from a long, long time ago.

Warfield's eyebrows furrowed even tighter.

"What the hell are you trying to say?"

Unlike his good temper, some of the nobles got impatient and began to knock on the table and start shouting loudly.

"What about the guards?"

"Fork this old thing out!"

"Check if he has a black card! Find out how he got in!"

However, no guards entered.

Unlike other buildings in the inner city, the security system here is entirely dominated by an automated AI.

Without its permission, no one would be able to enter this room, and no one would be able to get out.

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

It was only then that everyone suddenly came to their senses, and the person sitting there turned out to be their "city lord".

That Fang Ming, who has no sense of existence.

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

", what the hell······ Pretending to be a ghost!"

It turned out to be Fang Ming!

The survivors of the entire Boulder City, including the pug named House, were all on his radar, and the militia members listened to him.

However, the nobles of the inner city, especially the old nobles, knew very well that the so-called city lord of Boulder City was just an ornament.

That's a story older than Zuxun.

Long ago, idealists thought that if the AI was given the name of the castle lord, there would never be such a thing as a "master" in this survivor settlement.

But those old fools are obviously not very smart, and thieves like to deceive themselves, so it is better to learn from the buddy next door and make up a legend of the spirit of the sand sea for the poor ghosts to recite the scriptures.

Having a titular lord is more convenient for them, the kings.

Those poor ghosts who were bullied didn't even know who they were bullied by, and they were crying to Fang Ming until they died—"Oh, my dear city lord, why don't you care about everything, even if you squeak."

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

Pray that it would have been better to have a frying pan and oven, and by the way, they can chew and feed the seven ripe steaks into their mouths.

If they have a fridge.

Boulder did produce some refrigerators, but most of them were sold to the Alliance, and Sid wasn't sure what the poor ghosts had at home.

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

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

It stands to reason that AI shouldn't have such a thing as feelings.

It also has no doubt that it really doesn't have that kind of thing.

Love and hate, that is a burden that only human beings have, and it only has a line of logical and rigorous code, and a discipline that must not be violated.

Maybe I'm just regretting it.

The man himself told it that they were all his continuations, and that the eternal one could not see a trace of him in them.

「···· He gave you the best."

"But they left me with the ugliest things."

Looking at the silent conference room, the expressionless face trembled, and the torn image was like a circle of annual rings.

"Shame ······"

"Blasphemy."

"You are not saved, organisms, maggots, pigs·····

"I'm ashamed of my mission!"

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