I don't know if there is a connection with the alien civilization and plans to run away with the powerful, but with the help of this retarded reason, it is not only the courage to launch an armed force and finally succeed in seeking power and usurping the throne.

For them.

As long as you can occupy this place in the end, you can distribute some of those supplies to appease these ordinary people, about how many people died in this ***, and how many of them are ordinary people and ordinary scavengers, who the fuck cares about those guys in high positions.

"How's it going?"

Looking at the intensifying battle outside the window, Lawrence quickly walked to his office desk, skillfully typed on the computer keyboard a few times, and picked up an old-fashioned phone next to him.

The first time he picked up the microphone, he stared at the information on the computer screen, and asked in a somewhat hurried tone, "How long is it going to be ready?"

"Ugh...... It's almost finished, what's going on out there, Lord Lawrence?"

An old voice came from the other side of the receiver.

It felt like he was quite old, and his answer made it clear to others that he seemed to be in a state of ignorance of what was going on outside.

"It can be done in an hour, right?"

Lawrence was not satisfied with this answer, and he knew that he probably didn't have as much time to wait as he did yesterday.

"An hour?"

Hearing this request, the other party exclaimed, with an attitude of disbelief: "Lord Lawrence, you must know that this is a very sophisticated technical product, and it will take a lot of effort to repair it under our current conditions, although it has entered the final stage, but it will take an hour......

"Yes or no?!"

Unexpectedly, Lawrence didn't wait for the other party to finish those trivial technical questions, and he repeated his question again in an extra heavy tone.

「………」

「…… I'll do my best, and there should be no problem."

The other party could also hear Lawrence's attitude now, and after a few seconds of silence on the other side of the phone, a satisfactory answer came from Lawrence, and a new question: "Can I know what's going on outside?"

"I'll take care of the little things, you just have to concentrate on getting it ready in an hour."

Lawrence didn't explain, and hung up.

After doing all this, his eyes looked at the computer screen again, and the content on it made him still feel a little heavy in his heart even if he had seen it many times.

Especially after the alien friend's mouth knew the real reason for the destruction of his civilization......

But because of this, he is even more determined to carry out his inner plan.

After thinking about it, he worked on the computer keyboard again.

[Do you want to delete it?] Yes / No]

Looking at this new prompt box, Lawrence felt that his fingertips touching the keys of the computer keyboard were slightly hot, and it took a lot of courage to make this decision, but the explosions and shouts of killing from time to time outside made him clearly realize that he didn't have much time to waste now.

All you need to do is press lightly......

[Deletion completed.] 】

By the time Lawrence reacted, the computer screen in front of him had already shown a prompt that the data had been successfully deleted, and it was impossible to recover the deleted data in this wasteland era.

There is no turning back.

After doing all this, Lawrence let out a long breath, he didn't expect that when the day really came, he wouldn't be able to make this decision as easily as he thought before.

The drawer next to it was opened, revealing a pistol made in pre-war craftsmanship.

"It's time to get down to business."

Picking up the pistol, Lawrence walked towards the door with a serious face after pulling the sleeve.

In just a few minutes, the fighting in the city has become more and more out of control with the covert support of some people with ulterior motives, and the men sent by a group of people who occupy the apex of the city's scavenger team are mixed in with the angry crowd, constantly fanning again and again at the right time, and most of the people of the entire city can easily become ammunition in their hands to consume.

"Hehe, it seems that this time I really have to thank Lawrence, an old fellow, without the opportunity he gave me, it really wouldn't have been so smooth."

"Yes, yes, these people are indeed stupid, they really believe whatever they say."

Behind the front line of the crowd, in a building that was obviously much more decorated than the surrounding iron boxes, several well-dressed men and women were standing on the balcony, watching the flames of war outside the city with the expression of watching a big show.

Among them, there are many people who express their opinions on the charging armed mob, not caring that they are pushed to the battlefield of death by a few words of their own.

"But what's going on with that alien spaceship? What if Lawrence really has a connection to it?"

Suddenly.

One of them suddenly spoke, even if he lifted the root of the reason for these people's ***

"Don't worry, will you believe what fools would believe? Contacted by aliens to run away, this reason is a little calm and think about it to make the root clear

The man who said this was a tall man in a black trench coat with a cigar in his hand, and the attitude in his tone was as if he had already taken everything into his hands.

"Steam City and Steel City? I almost forgot about them."

The others took over the conversation and as they spoke, their eyes returning to the battle in the distance, which was constantly thinking about the advance of the Central Tower.

Under the pressure that their own survival is no longer guaranteed, the destructive power of these armed civilians in this environment is far more powerful than imagined, these ordinary people and ordinary scavengers are screaming and rushing to the position blocked by the rain of bullets, but they don't know that the people who shouted the most just now have been at the back of them, not only waving their arms, but sending more people forward.

Statements such as taking back their own resources, everyone has the right to live, and opposing the escapism of the elite are like mantras that drive these people to be fearless of the threat of artillery fire.