The entrance to the plaza was a wall of steel and stakes with heavy door panels closed and the watchtowers on both sides were empty.

The mutants stationed here retreated in such a hurry that some of their equipment was thrown over the wall before they even had time to take it with them.

More than twenty Chimera armored vehicles lined up on the perimeter of the wall, and a dozen players with explosive packs trotted forward and placed high explosives under the corners.

Watching his teammates retreat from the wall, standing on the edge of the line and paddling in the communication channel, he shouted an order.

"Detonate!"

One player immediately tightened his grip on the detonator in his hand, and a series of orange-red flames exploded at the edge of the wall.

Along with the dilapidated gatehouse, the garbage-filled fence was blown out in an instant.

"Forward!"

The commanders of the corps gave orders.

One by one, the Chimera armored vehicles started their engines and marched into the criminal camp surrounded by a group of players with rifles.

Poking his head out of the turret, the mole holding the hatch shouted orders in the communication channel.

"Be careful to search every nook and cranny and don't let a single mutant go! If you don't accept surrender, you won't be killed!"

A uniform answer came from the communication channel.

"Roger!"

It's not just the Skeleton Corps. It's the same with the Jungle Corps.

The Chicken Killer at the front was like a demon crawling out of hell, his steel shell stained with flesh and blood, and the chainsaw embedded in his left arm still whirring wildly.

If you don't count the number of heads in the Chimera armored car, he probably scored the highest number of kills in the whole game this time.

After all, he'd been here since day one, and he'd been here to surprise those green-skinned beasts, much earlier than the other legions.

Aside from him, the second highest number of kills is the Trash King.

The pervasive gray mist provides excellent cover for him who is good at melee combat, if it weren't for the fact that the mutants' flesh is too thick, and some of the mutant warriors who have been modified by the prosthetic body are themselves masters of melee combat, and his kill count

You can go one step further.

After entering the lair, the people cautiously pushed forward.

Although they have entered the lair of the Qi tribe, no one takes it lightly.

One is because these green-skinned beasts are not dead, and one or two lone wolves will jump out from time to time, and the other reason is that the shocking scene completely broke through the lower limit of human conscience, so that everyone who witnessed everything couldn't help but grit their teeth.

It is the site of a settlement during the Three Years' War.

Two centuries ago, hundreds of thousands of people or more were temporarily housed here.

But now it's hell.....

Looking at the pickles hanging from the wooden stands, the human skins in the drying process, and the countless bone products, I wanted to feel a twitch in my stomach quietly.

He hadn't been playing this game for too long, but he had also caught up with the war in Luoxia Province, and he felt that he had seen some cruel pictures.

However, compared to the pure evil in front of him, it is still a little small.

Although the Willantes do not treat other races as human beings, they rarely rush for the sake of sudden assault.

Mutants are completely different.

In their eyes, the old humans were just domestic animals, so they not only threw their captives into oil pots at will, but also made their bones into vessels, and invented a series of blood sacrifice cultures to justify their bloodline and dominance.

The screams of their prey are the most pleasant sounds for them, and for this reason they have borrowed a lot of anti-human torture from the history of old humans.

Seeing a corpse nailed to the stone bed with its belly dissected, this budding newcomer who was still pink finally couldn't help retching.

「.... ％¥＃＠！ Is this still human?"

Picking up garbage level 99 looks quite normal, although it is also the scene in front of me

I was so shocked that I couldn't speak for a while, but it was only a twitch of my facial muscles, not to the level of retching.

The strongman who followed him sighed in embarrassment.

"If this photo is uploaded to the official website, it is estimated that it is all mosaic." The garbage gentleman coughed lightly with a subtle expression.

"Based on past experience, it may not be possible to spread it at all."

Past experience is okay.

I wanted to quietly and quickly turn my head to look at this dude, and said dumbfounded.

"I'm rubbing, brother, what do you have in your album?"

Trash-kun coughed.

"Secret."

In good conscience, he really hasn't saved any curious photos, and the album is mostly about his own heroic fighting posture and wonderful killing moments - well, given his fighting style, some of the shots may indeed reach the R18G category.

But that's not the point.

In short, according to the rules set by the operator, some photos that are too strange cannot be synced to offline accounts.

The game operator's explanation is that the dream world that the player constructs through the virtual reality headset actually has a protection mechanism for the dulling of the senses. This is manifested even if some timid players play in reality

Needles will make you faint, but you will only feel sick when you are sprayed with blood in the game.

However, once out of the "dream realm", this protection mechanism will not work.

The wasteland is not a harmonious society after all.

For the sake of players' physical and mental health, and to prevent players from becoming more and more scared when they go offline, game operators will not only conduct necessary censorship of photos synced to offline, but also restrict access to some images based on the age of the viewer.

Not far from the "slaughterhouse" is a huge department store.

Its shape is like a cruise ship sailing on land, it is 12 stories high, covers an area of 100,000 square meters, has a total construction area of more than one million, and the surrounding traffic extends in all directions, and it is not difficult to glimpse its past style from the magnificent outline.

However, its builders probably could not have imagined that more than 200 years later, his masterpiece would be used as a "barn" for a herd of green-skinned animals to keep humans in captivity.

The moment he crossed the main entrance on the north side of the mall, a pungent rancid smell came to his face, and the elf king Fugui, who was walking in front, couldn't help frowning.

He was about to open his mouth to complain, "What smells so bad", when a howling wind blew from the side.

Covered in a spirit, Brother Fugui subconsciously ducked, and a table flew over almost grazing his helmet and smashed against the wall

of the Fragmentation.

The mutant hiding in the shadows roared angrily when he saw that the sneak attack failed, and then he took the broad-bladed bone chopping knife in his hand and strode towards the main entrance with a meteor.

Irena raised the PU-9 submachine gun in her hand by half an inch and fired at the mutant's chest with a sudden slash.

I saw a string of blood flowers burst out of the chest, and before he could take two steps, he fell to the ground without saying a word.

"Good guy, still playing sneak attack!"

Brother Fugui scolded and stood up from the ground, patted the ashes on his body, but found that he had smeared a handful of black mud on his body.

Subconsciously leaned closer to his finger and sniffed it, his expression froze, he shook off his hand, looked at the black mud on the breastplate, and had a constipated expression.

Now you don't need to ask to know what that smell is.

"I'm afraid there are a lot of people locked up here..... Are you alright?" Looking at the rich old man who was looking for something, Irena asked with a strange expression.

"It's okay, it's okay, I'm fine....." Finally found a waxy yellow rag, Brother Fugui cleaned the black mud on his body, looked at Lao Na and coughed and said, "What the hell is this place?"

"Obviously, the ranches of the Odd tribe."

Irene expertly swapped her magazines and glanced up at the wide, long strip dome, only to see that the escalators had been transformed into sturdy wooden ladders.

Not only that, but mutants also use chains and slips

The wheels made the proposed lifting tower and installed it next to the escalator.

It seemed to be used to transport goods, and there were bottles and jars and moldy wooden crates piled on top.

Ignoring the floors above, players entering the lobby on the first floor walk through the open space in front of the door and explore the past towards the nearest shopping promenade.

Soon, the crowd saw a scene that they would never forget.

I saw that the glass windows of the façade were replaced by fences made of iron bars, and behind the fences were scrawny figures and a pair of numb eyes.

Most of them were unkempt and had sunken eye sockets, and if you didn't look closer, you wouldn't recognize them as people.

Seeing the soldiers standing in front of the fence, the people in the cages invariably showed panic on their faces and retreated like animals.

The person behind was probably stepped on and babbled

Cry.

"Don't be afraid! We're not mutants, we're here to save you." Seeing this, the elf king Fugui hurriedly spoke in a non-standard human language, trying to calm the emotions of these people, but they didn't react at all, but became even more panicked.

Looking at the helpless Elf King Fugui, Irena sighed and put her right hand on his shoulder with a complicated expression.

"Don't bother, these people.... You may not be able to understand the language."

The elf king Fugui was stunned.

"I don't understand..."

"I'm afraid they weren't captured, but they were born here."

After a pause, Irena added and continued to express her guess.

「.... Eighty percent are descendants of Singularity City residents."

The elf king Fugui looked at him in disbelief, and then glanced at the prison next to him, and his Adam's apple moved up and down involuntarily.

It's hard to imagine that these people, who lived like domestic animals, once had a history as glorious as Boulder City.

The adjacent facades are connected by only a series of troughs filled with dark green slurry, which are facing the discharge port of the nutrient paste synthesis device.

Judging from the mottled rust, this machine should be a few years old, and judging from the appearance and model of the machine, it is probably a certain model eliminated in the Boulder City Industrial Zone.

The cell wasn't very sturdy.

The elf king Fugui reached out and grabbed a rusty iron bar, and it didn't take much effort to make it creak overwhelmingly, and the exoskeleton tore it off with a little force.

However, those who were locked up just looked at the open fence with a shudder, and had no other reaction and no intention of escaping.

"I'm afraid I'm going to have to worry about what to do with these people," Irena glanced around, "Anyway, report to Command first."

The Elf King Fugui was silent for a long time, and said in a difficult tone. "How about sending it to Pioneer City?"

"That's one of the options," Irena shrugged her shoulders with a helpless expression, "but I think ..... Sending it to anywhere is not necessarily the best choice."

These damn brutes.

He cursed in his heart, but he was helpless about what had happened and had happened for decades or even hundreds of years.

This has been the case since a long time ago. And similar hells, in the wasteland is not known how many there are.

If the wasteland itself is not ended, even more cruel hells will appear one after another, and the tragedies that have happened will be repeated again and again.

However, he honestly had no idea how to end such a wasteland.

Maybe.....

The omnipotent manager will have a complete plan in mind.

As an outsider, it's better to put aside the brutal core and enjoy the game itself.

At least the daily life of the alliance is still very joyful.

What Irena doesn't know, however, is that there is nothing very good about the omnipotent manager.

There are quite a few tribes of odds

A part of the population is born from variants

Only a few of the human farms are wastelanders captured by mutants from outside and slaves who have volunteered to contribute from nearby plantations.

As we all know, the worldview of people is gradually formed in the process of brain development, and only those who have been raised in society can change from a person in the biological sense to a person in the social sense.

And the survivors here are more like people who were raised by animals.

Although some of the Blackstone tribes encountered in the Great Desert before were in a similar situation, the proportion was far less exaggerated than that of the Qi tribe.

According to isolated samples that exist in reality, it would take ten or even more years for these biological people to learn to eat with their hands, let alone learn a technique to support themselves.

The alliance does not have the realistic conditions to increase the number of dependents by 10,000 out of thin air, and this is not a problem that can be solved by sending it to the Pioneer City.

Not to mention that most of these survivors are still fruit addicts.

It is not a good idea to take a large number of survivors with the mycelium of Nago away from the area, especially in the current situation.

Chu Guang, who was standing on the bridge, fell into deep thought.

At this moment, Vanus on the side suddenly spoke.

"How about a telepathic device?"

Seeing that Chu Guang didn't speak, Vanus paused for a moment and continued to analyze.

"Since they are Nago addicts, they should theoretically be able to be affected by psychic devices when they enter a fugue state. As long as this brainwashing tool is used correctly, maybe they can return to normal society."

After listening to his analysis, Chu Guang sighed softly and said.

"The use of telepathic interference devices on people has never been done before in the Alliance, and we continue the practice of using it only in the days of the Human Alliance

to drive away dangerous species on alien planets.

It's not that I'm inflexible, it's that I'm thinking about a problem...... How can we ensure that the choices we make today do not create bigger problems in the future?"

Vanus was slightly stunned.

"For example?"

Chu Guangyan said succinctly.

"For example, let me ask you the simplest question, how can a mentally ill person prove that he is not mentally ill."

Vanus asked, confused.

"Is this something that needs to be proven?" Chu Guang continued.

"If we do that, the people who live here in the future will have to face this problem, and this is probably the smallest problem."

Although this was only a matter of words to him, the execution of this order was a systematic project.

And there are too many links in this vast systemic project that could detract from the original purpose of this order, creating a dystopia with "technology that should never have been used on people in the first place."

The sixth colony of the Coalition would become a large psychiatric hospital, and even the dark history of the Coalition as a result.

However, to be honest, Vanus's idea did make Chu Guang a little excited, and the mind interference device could at least allow those survivors who were not fully capable of acting to engage in some simple labor to support themselves.

The only problem is that he needs a morally perfect and unselfish manager to carry out his orders.

Unfortunately, he himself is not a perfect person. At this moment, Hanshuang, who had not spoken, suddenly spoke.

"How about leaving it to me?"

Eclipse glanced at it expressionlessly, trying to suggest that it take back the troublesome words, but Frost had no intention of taking them back.

Chu Guang was slightly stunned, and a look of interest suddenly appeared in his eyes.

He almost forgot.

I still have this person by my side!

However, this involves the fate of tens of thousands of people or even more people, and it is not a casual joke.

In order to confirm its determination, Chu Guang looked into its eyes and said in a serious tone.

"Are you sure? It's not an easy job, you can think of the survivors as babies with adult strength, and you are the babysitter for everyone, you have to plan their daily work, daily life, culture and education, and even their eating, drinking, and lazing, so that they can live as much as possible as individuals with limited resources."

I don't know if it's my own illusion, Chu Guang always felt that the eyes of the android in front of him seemed to be getting more and more excited.

Obviously what he was talking about was a super troublesome thing. This guy can't be an M, right......

With strange thoughts, Chu Guang cleared his throat and continued to speak in a serious tone.

..... In short, you need to make them at least self-sufficient at the initial stage, and eventually enable them and their descendants to fully integrate into our society. We'll give you some help during this time, but to be honest, we're poor ourselves, so I'm afraid we won't be able to give you much."

"Have you figured it out—"

"I've thought it through!"

Couldn't wait to answer Chu Guang's inquiry, Frost looked at him with firm eyes, and put his right fist on his chest in a lame alliance etiquette.

"I've always wanted to use my knowledge and experience to help those suffering in this wasteland, and now this opportunity is right now.... I already feel it!"

Chu Guang stared at it with blazing eyes. "What do you feel?"

Clenching his fist against his chest, Frost said in a loud voice full of emotion.

"Intellectual Plug-in...... It's burning!"

The voice had a slight trill, as if it were sung, and the upturned tail was even more pious and holy.

However, Chu Guang listened with a confused expression.

What the hell is the intellectual plug-in burning?

Never mind.

Leave this alone for now.

From the eyes of this android, Chu Guang did feel its unwavering sincerity and determination.

That compassion for the afflicted in the wasteland is as unwavering as that madman of Ibs who fears that the world will not be in chaos.

Moreover, as an android, it has neither material desires nor moral flaws.

It's best for it to do the impossible job of a human manager!

At least it's worth a try!

Vanus cast a worried look at Chu Guang. Although he came up with the idea, he always felt that this android was not very reliable.

However, Chu Guang's attention was on those enthusiastic eyes the whole time, and he directly ignored the staff officer standing aside.

"Then please!"

"Hmm!" Staring at Chu Guang with blazing eyes, Frost said imposingly, "Leave it to me!"

The eclipse standing behind it held its forehead.

This guy seems to have forgotten that he is the representative of Kangmao Group.....

I always feel like things are getting troublesome.

Night.

Captain's room.

Xiao Qi, who was sitting on the pen holder at the corner of the table, dragged his cheeks, dangled his pencil-thick calves, and said a little unhappily.

"Master."

Chu Guang, who was dealing with official business, looked at it from the tablet terminal in his hand, and said softly.

"What's wrong?" Xiao Qi muttered.

"Although Xiaoqi is just an assistant AI, he can also help a lot.....

Seeing through its mind at a glance, Chu Guang couldn't help but smile, stretched out his index finger and rubbed its little head.

"I understand that you want to help me, and I believe in your abilities, but it's not your job. And...... You represent me."

"Huh?" Xiao Qi tilted his head incomprehensibly.

Glancing at the planning plan for the sixth settlement of the alliance that was being drafted, Chu Guang smiled faintly.

"The Coalition needs to unite all the survivors who can be united, but only according to their realities

to do it. For the survivors who spontaneously choose to progress, we will give them enough space to develop independently and let them bring the things that are progressive to our society, but for the special situation of Singularity City, we can only manage them in the opposite way to prevent them from impacting our society."

"It's not just a matter of 10,000 people, there are still large areas of dioceses in Haiya Province that need to be liberated, and the pressure we need to endure at that time may be several times or even dozens of times that of now."

"Although it is a bit unkind to say this, if the frost messes up, it will be the pot of Kangmao Group and even the enterprise, and the ability of androids to participate in public utilities will also be questioned, right? I'm inclined to think that, as far as I can, a part of the Council won't leave it alone."

It's better to say that it was their father's trouble!

If it weren't for that accident a century and a half ago, there wouldn't be the mess we have today.

Xiao Qi nodded as if he didn't understand.

"So you're doing it for the convenience of dumping the pot later?"

This guy doesn't understand it at all.....

But there are probably people who interpret it this way.

Chu Guang shook his head with a smile and said indifferently.

"If I really want to dump the pot."

"I won't care about these troubles in the first place."