"Something big is going to happen!"

Preston stood in the crowd, hot on his face, but he felt as if he was in the middle of a cold winter moon, and beads of sweat in the curls that stuck to his scalp between the hot and cold slowly ran down through the cracks.

Although he was mulatto, the strong genes of blacks did not allow him to inherit many characteristics of whites.

But in the "Moldy Country", his mixed-race identity still makes him one of the high-level leaders of this powerful force.

Although it is chaotic and dirty, it is like a fish in water for people like him.

However, today he found that it may not be better in the future, and maybe even their gang will be greatly impacted.

West Street is such a big place, and they have been secretly holding this place for several years.

Privately engaging in gambling, smuggling, and opening bars are not on the table, which can be regarded as making them prosperous.

In order to consolidate their position, whenever a slightly larger force emerges, they will be ruthlessly eliminated.

But now, in just a split second, a group of thousands of people suddenly appeared out of nowhere, and each of them looked like a religious fanatic.

How to play this, and it is not necessary to talk about science when pulling people into the gang.

Originally, he thought it was just a gathering of up to 100 people, but there was a huge crowd in front of him.

And unconsciously, almost under the noses of all of them, such a huge group of "Truth Society" suddenly appeared, and it is false to say that he is not afraid at the moment.

"Fortunately, I came here in person today, it seems that most of these people are ordinary people, which church organization should be, and there is still time to deal with it."

Preston made up his mind, so he didn't stay any longer, beckoned, and sneaked around the back of the crowd with two of his men.

He had to hurry back and report what he had witnessed to his boss.

But at this moment, how many people came and how many people left, Shen Sen standing on the high platform was clear, and no one could escape the perception covered by his spiritual energy.

He estimated that out of more than 3,000 people at this time, at least hundreds of them were people who had not listened to the radio for a long time, fishing in troubled waters.

But everything didn't matter, he didn't care.

From the first day of the organization's founding, he had no intention of hiding, and truth and justice were to announce their birth in the most dignified way in the world.

And a nascent organization also needs to use blood and sacrifice to gather strength, temper the will, and show all enemies that they have stood up.

She is not a loving mother to all sentient beings, and he makes it his duty to save sentient beings.

What Shen Sen needed was a group of fearless warriors with the noblest spirit and the most tenacious will, who could follow him and create a new world with him.

The humble but immense first rally came to an end, but the crowd still gathered around the high platform and did not disperse for a long time.

However, this also happened to facilitate Shen Sen's next work.

"Everyone, don't leave yet, line up and register your information here."

Taking advantage of the high interest of the crowd, Carlo and Wilson hurriedly informed the crowd of the rally that Shen Sen had notified them in advance.

More than a dozen people quickly cleared out the open space, moved seven or eight tables from the side that had been prepared, and began to register one by one.

Statistical identity information, investigation age, occupation, education, and follow-up may also ask about what they have done before, so that people can make the best use of it, and they are also preparing for the future.

It stands to reason that with sufficient material support, now is a good time to show off and advance the strength of the wasteland camp.

But when Shen Sen got rid of the food crisis and was about to do something big, he suddenly found that he was now facing a situation where no one was available.

Although the number of people in the wasteland camp is not small, there are more than 1,400 people.

And in the past, because of food, there were too many people and he couldn't raise them at all, so such a number was the maximum he could support.

But what he lacks most now is not quantity, but quality.

What he needs is a variety of highly qualified people to help him advance the ideas and plans that keep popping up in his head.

The imagination is beautiful, but the reality is cruel!

Ninety-nine percent of the people in Camp 1123, except for a few people, were uneducated and illiterate.

Or, to put it more appropriately, tech barbarians.

Holding an electromagnetic gun and wearing a mechanical exoskeleton, but in a feudal and superstitious social atmosphere, they kill each other and are brutal and violent.

Learn, learn a fart!

In a world where you worry all day about whether you will be alive tomorrow, who has the heart to learn.

You can know the honor and disgrace when you are full, and you can only think about other things after you have eaten and drunk enough.

Moreover, even if someone wants to learn knowledge, but how to learn it, where to learn it, who can teach them knowledge.

Shen Sen, who has experienced the baptism of the civilized world, clearly knows that only with the strength of a strong organization can the cause of education be supported.

In such a world where civilization is almost lost, where is there the ability and environment to teach knowledge to these poor people?

Shen Sen didn't think about it, and a group of people were "invited" from Lanxing to work for him, or to teach.

However, this idea is still in the plan and has not had time to be implemented.

You must know that what he lacks is not dozens, hundreds, or even thousands of people, what he needs is millions of talents on a large scale.

With such a large population, the silent disappearance will undoubtedly cause the Blue Star World to be vigilant and counterattack.

Facing an opponent whose soft and hard power is now far stronger than his own, such a behavior is too risky, and it is likely to cause him to be blocked everywhere in the blue star.

What's more, in a way, people from the world of Sector 9 are very different from those from the wasteland world.

Cultures, systems, levels of development, and even people's ways of thinking are all very different.

When the wasteland has not established a complete civilization of its own, the person who rashly introduces the world of the ninth region is very likely to have unexpected consequences for him.

This is the radiation and confrontation of civilization and civilization, and there is no way to avoid it.

The best way is to achieve self-sufficiency and self-hematopoiesis in the wasteland, and at least ensure that people of a certain size are educated enough to form a stable base.

On the other hand, in the world of District 9, a second base is set up, and the two develop at the same time and complement each other.

When he used his authority and power to form an unbreakable ruling system in both worlds, he considered large-scale personnel exchanges.

For the time being, the status quo is maintained, and the large-scale circulation of materials is maintained, but the personnel must be the most loyal and most suitable for him after he has carefully selected them, so that they can freely enter back and forth between the two worlds.

Under the wooden platform, the crowd lined up in a long line, writing everything about themselves on a piece of paper, as if in this way, they had belonged.

Zefanie was also offstage today, but she didn't understand what was happening today.

But when she looked at her swarthy and thin mother's face with an unprecedented glint of excitement, she simply felt that the gentleman who stood on the high platform and looked at them kindly was a good man.