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Chapter 549 Drive the last nail into this coffin

Sberg is back.

And met the manager!
Boulder Town Hall.

When they saw that familiar face appearing at the door, the members of the Workers Association rushed up excitedly and surrounded him.

"Wait a minute! Don't ask me about the manuscript!" Looking at the turbulent crowd, Sberg seemed to guess what they would say, and immediately screamed, "I have something important to say!"

"Hurry up! Don't talk nonsense," Lovett urged, reaching out and hooking his shoulder, "You said you were going to the northern suburbs, and now you have been there. What's the story behind? The chapters of the Great Revolution How is it?"

"Now I'm going to say something more important than that!"

Pushing away Lovett's hand, Sberg motioned for everyone to be quiet, and said after clearing his throat.

"He let me try on his power armor, which is really extraordinary... Even with my physique, wearing power armor can gain the power of a giant!"

An electrician couldn't help but said.

"Unbelievable... He really let you wear it."

The other workers also booed jokingly.

"I don't believe it! Your coat didn't stink him to death?"

"that is!"

"You bragging!"

For everyone's ridicule, Sberg didn't take it seriously, because he knew that the truth cannot be fake, and the fake cannot be true.

"Believe it or not, that gentleman is actually a very easy-going person, and he doesn't care too much about it. Although his guard was a little scary, the guy kept staring at me, which made me dare not mention the matter of borrowing the bathroom. Well...but that's not the point."

Lovett swallowed.

"What's the point?"

Is there anything more outrageous than a cannery being invited as a guest by the league's administrators and invited to try on power armor?

Everyone stared at Sberg intently, waiting for him to continue.

A happy smile appeared on Sberg's face, as if a dream had come true.

"The Awakened One can defeat Power Armor! This is what the manager told me! He is both an Awakened One and a Powered Armor. No one understands it better than him!"

There was an exclamation from the crowd.

That title really stuck with them for a long time.

Even because of that title, Pohl's story was not less than laughed at by illiterate militiamen.

It was a trivial matter, but now the controversy is finally over.

Lovett clenched his fists excitedly: "I'll just say that the title isn't an exaggeration at all! That bastard Joey, I'll make it clear to him right away!"

Seeing Lovett turned around excitedly and was about to go out, Sberg quickly reached out and grabbed him.

"Come on, it's not worth it."

He didn't like people from the militia.

But the Revolution is over, and what is needed most now is unity.

The workers standing aside laughed and patted Sberg on the shoulder.

"Don't look like Lovett, he has a good relationship with Joey."

Another worker also said with a smile.

"That's right! Joey is not that kind of stingy person. He is a rare guy in the militia who is willing to tell the truth. Don't write his ending too badly."

"Joy? Is he in the book? Forget it..." Sberg scratched his head, never remembering that there was this character in Pohl's story.

But he intends to write a centurion who is on the side of the people.

After all, during his time in prison, he did hack the militia a little too much, but in fact there were good people among those soldiers.

It doesn't matter if those guys are on the side of them poor people because they can't get paid, can't get money, or some other reason, but this is a victory for all of them.

This will never change.

Alyssa stood at the edge of the crowd.

She was holding a letter in her hand, trying to get in but couldn't squeeze in, so she could only stand on tiptoe and shake her arms.

Sberg quickly noticed her, made a way out of the crowd, came to her, and said with a smile.

"Can I help you?"

Nodding vigorously, Arisa's face showed rare tension.

"Is there... any reply?"

Hearing this, Sberg scratched his head.

He came back empty-handed.

The alliance has declared their attitude and choice with actions, and this is more than everything for them, but he feels that the little girl in front of him is looking forward to more than that.

But he still chose to tell the truth.

"No……"

Looking at Alisa's lost eyes, Sberg thought for a while, sighed and continued.

"Actually... I feel that gentleman is a little guilty."

Alisa froze.

"……Guilty?"

"Well," Sberg nodded, recalling the situation at the time, and said, "After reading your letter, I noticed a significant change in his expression... It seems that your choice is his Unexpectedly."

Those big shots don't always count everything, and he was convinced of this after meeting Mr. Fang Ming.

Even someone as clever as that gentleman has an ending that cannot be counted.

And the manager of the alliance, as he saw it, was just an ordinary human being, without three heads and six arms.

It's just that the admiration for him by many followers has given different meanings to his identity.

It is precisely because of this that he will carefully consider the impact of each choice, and regret for unexpected mistakes.

"Why?" Not understanding those reasons, Alisa looked at him anxiously and asked, "Did I...do something wrong?"

Sberg scratched the back of his head.

"No, it has nothing to do with right or wrong. It's better to say that you did such a good job that he blamed himself a little bit. He probably didn't expect that his own words would push a hot-blooded young man to the edge of a cliff. On...how should I put it? I feel like he wanted to praise you for doing a great job, but he restrained himself."

Sperger felt that his awareness of this might also be due to the same feeling that had arisen in him.

Especially seeing the A ending in the screening room.

Workers carried his body towards the inner city, and then fell down in pieces, blood staining the whole street... Even though he knew it was fake, he still couldn't help crying.

If there were no "Survivor's Daily", nor the later "Workers Daily", and the "Awakened Ball" born from it, I am afraid that there would not be those passionate workers, and this jungle-like casino has a high probability Still open.

He didn't regret bravely reading out the contents of the newspaper, but he still felt a little scared when he thought about it at that time, which was not contradictory.

If a single sentence can turn a cowardly person into a warrior without fear of life and death, then that letter may be regarded as an imperial decree by a group of people.

Even if Alyssa didn't have that idea, some speculators would think about it.

Not surprisingly, the next city lord should be born in the workers' association or the militia, or it might be a citizen.

But if the administrators had written that letter, fanatics might have pushed a [-]- or [-]-year-old girl somewhere she shouldn't be.

She has done enough.

Solving the current problems in Boulder City cannot be achieved by calling on everyone to grow vegetables in flowerpots. Many people do not have potted plants at home.

Ideals can bring almost impossible miracles to earth, but more realistic methods must be used to maintain them.

Otherwise it's a different kind of hell...

Looking at the lost Alisa, Sberg had an idea and said.

"It's normal that you don't understand. I actually walked around before the gate of hell to understand some things... For example, you don't have to wait until spring to meet the people you want to see and do the things you want to do."

Alisa froze for a moment.

"It doesn't have to wait until spring?"

"Yes, when I replied to my editor, Miss Dolly, I said that I would go to the Union in the spring, but in fact I should go right away... You have a letter to send to that gentleman, right?" Berg looked at the envelope in Alisa's hand and said with a smile, "Why don't you bring it to him yourself, he happens to be in this settlement and will probably stay for a few days."

"It's not convenient for him to reply to your letter, but if you want to chat with him in person, and in private, I think he will definitely not be stingy with a few words of praise!"

……

At the same time, in the northern corridor of the Valley Province, on the plains adjacent to the Great Rift Valley, there is a huge and prosperous city-state.

This city of one million people is like an island standing in the wilderness.

The red and blue interlaced light image is very ideal city.

However, it is only like.

Whether it's size, population, productivity, or something at its core, this settlement called Free State can be called the opposite of an ideal city.

Prosthetic bodies and psychotropic drugs are flooding the streets and alleys, and cheap virtual dreams are like fragile dreams, healing people's wounds and satisfying all people's fantasies.

Of course, there is not only depravity and desolation here, but also a good side.

It's like there are refrigerators that are free but need to watch a 2-minute advertisement, and there are flat-level apartments with floor-to-ceiling windows that are spotless inside and out.

Anyone who is worth anything to this colony, rich or poor, can live here.

The puppet supported by the Great Rift Valley built this settlement, and formulated a series of rules and pressed it on top of it.

People in the old era had high hopes for it, hoping that it would become the second production department—an ideal city that truly served the wasteland and obeyed the old era.However, those high-ranking planners did not ask the survivors who lived there what they wanted to be.

The only right left to the people by the ancestors is to give themselves a name.

So people decided to call it Bougera.

Buguera is both their currency and the name of the Free State.

Because here, only "Bugera" can gain real freedom, and the person holding "Bugera" can be called a living person.

Firestone Group President's Office.

Standing at the desk, Xavier said respectfully.

“… a recent group of immigrants from the south, who claim to be persecuted by the new authorities in Boulder, have applied for asylum to the authorities in Buguera.”

Sigma, who was sitting on the office chair, turned his back to him and asked casually.

"What is their opinion?"

"As before, they plan to hand over this trouble to the Great Rift Valley for consideration..." Xavier looked at the real emperor respectfully, and asked cautiously, "What's your opinion?"

"I think they're doing a great job."

Sigma laughed out loud suddenly, and said in a teasing tone, "Just to show the old things in the Great Rift Valley, what kind of thing did I raise."

of course.

With the style of the Great Rift Valley, these "disgraceful" people will definitely be entertained with tolerance, and the Free State authorities will give them some alimony on a regular basis so that they can spend the rest of their lives.

Sigma is heard.

To this day, the oldest living thing still broods over the disintegration of the post-war reconstruction committee and the fact that the settlements were left to fend for themselves.

He has no problem.

Since that old man is so nostalgic, let these bugs live.

Ugly also has an ugly meaning.

Letting those maggots continue to live is the greatest humiliation to the War Construction Committee.

Xavier looked at Sigma with admiration in his eyes.

"You really predict things like a god, Boulder City can't even survive this winter."

Most of the Flint Group's top executives believe that Boulder City can at least survive this winter, and the wave of early spring is the last straw that breaks the camel's back.

After all, logically speaking, the alliance needs Boulder City to share the pressure of the wave, and will definitely not watch Boulder City collapse, and even help them delay the crisis.

Thinking like this shows that they don't understand the league and the manager at all.

Sure enough, no matter where there are guys who ignore the objective conditions and copy them mechanically.

Sigma smiled lightly and said casually.

"...The demise of Boulder City is inevitable. A lot of resources are concentrated in the hands of a group of waste. They use a system that will not create any value at all to select the winners, and the winners have no property. Obtained from actual production and operation. It’s like giving guns to the hands of the blind and giving crutches to the strong. It’s a miracle that they can survive until now.”

Firestone Group is completely different.

Only those who create value for the company can be promoted in the workplace, and things like blood are worthless here.

Even the children of the company's top executives have to go through the selection of the education system before they can take up specific positions and be the company's dogs.

He himself is the prime example.

He was little more than a slum thief when he replaced the last president at this desk.

"What about the alliance?" Xavier asked curiously, "How far do you think those people can go."

"The alliance is another matter," Sigma said flatly. "They are another kind of legion. They may go far, and they may disappear soon."

Xavier asked, frowning.

"Do you think they are militaristic too?"

Sigma frowned.

"Is your understanding of the Legion just militarism? That, like slavery, enfeoffment, and the clone troop, is just a means to an end. The Willantes use a racial narrative, while the Alliance uses another Narrative. Their goals are very clear, one unites all Willanters, and the other unites all survivors, this is the difference in the fundamental route, and nothing more.”

If the Legion wins, there will presumably be an empire ruled by new humans on this planet.

And if the alliance wins, a new People's Federation will probably be born.

If Boulder wins...

That probability is so small that almost no one takes it seriously.

As for the Buguera Free State.

In the future he designed for the Free State, they need to break free from the control of the legacy of the post-war reconstruction committee, and then go to win over all the wastelanders in this wasteland who were left behind by the ideal city.

In fact, Huoshi Group has been carrying out these two tasks simultaneously.

Whether it was the expedition of the legion or the rebellion of chewing bones, they injected a lot of fresh blood and wealth into the free state under his feet. Most of the officers who could not return to Triumph City stayed in the free state and were driven away by the new authorities of Boulder City The nobles also ran over.

In the end they will become an ideal city in another sense!

A heaven where all wastelanders can indulge in without worrying about drowning in their dreams!
At this time, there was a knock on the door.

Seeing the signal in Sigma's eyes, Xavier bowed slightly with interest, opened the door and left the office.

A man in a formal suit passed him by, stood in front of Sigma's desk, and said in a deep voice.

"There is new news from Boulder City."

Sigma looked at him eagerly.

"Have you found that weapon?"

The man hesitated and shook his head.

"No……"

Sigma was silent for a moment.

"Where is Rhine?"

The man lowered his head and said.

"……died."

Sigma took a deep breath, got up from the office chair, and walked to the French windows of the room.

Looking past the high-rise buildings with neon lights, he looked at the endless wilderness to the south, and he cursed after a long time.

"Oh shit!"

Losing big!
……

Garbage city.

There was silence in the circular council hall.

Just now, news of the upheaval in Boulder City and the fact that it became the fifth settlement of the Alliance finally reached here.

After learning that a large number of residents in the inner city had been exiled, almost all the councilors had shuddering expressions on their faces.

Although their names are councilors, they know very well what they actually are.

As one of the veteran survivor forces on the wasteland, the beacon that has illuminated the southern part of the River Valley Province for a century and a half, Boulder City has largely acted as a role model.

Even if their methods aren't the best, it's possible to rewind history in the wasteland.

Regardless of whether it was the earliest Honghe Town or the garbage city under their feet, they would more or less bear the shadow of the Boulder City, imitating the ruling mode of the inner city aristocrats.

But now, from the exiled residents of the inner city of Boulder City, they seem to see their own future.

Almost every congressman became nervous and chattered at the conference table.

"I heard that Boulder City was overthrown by a group of workers and militiamen, and a group of scavengers also joined in the fun..."

"But we can't close all the factories and drive away the scavengers."

"Maybe we should improve their treatment."

"At least improve the treatment of soldiers!"

"Let's reserve some dinars or Cr, at least if our currency is ruined, we can still use foreign currency to pay soldiers..."

This sentence has been recognized by many people.

Many congressmen couldn't help but nodded, and even the speaker who was sitting at the top made a rare statement early.

"That's a good idea."

Not only dinars and Cr, but also silver coins have to be included in one of the foreign exchanges that need to be reserved!

Otherwise, today's Boulder City is their tomorrow!

This topic quickly entered the voting process and was quickly passed by a high number of votes.

Garbage City will use trade means to gradually increase its holdings of silver coins in a planned way until the reserve of silver coins is close to 2 million.

At the same time, they also need to buy bonds denominated in silver coins issued by the Union Bank to hedge against the inflation of the silver coins themselves.

Although everyone knows that this is a temporary solution rather than a permanent solution, it is better than doing nothing.

Just pay protection fees to this powerful neighbor.

What makes all the councilors in Garbage City shudder is that, less than a year after the alliance was established, those poisonous thoughts have already ridden the towering embankment with holes.

They can't help thinking about the future.

If the idea of ​​the alliance spreads to Garbage City, how will they deal with it?
I heard that some wastelanders from Dawn City brought the "Survivor Daily" there, and some people even started a business of publishing newspapers in a similar manner, and talked about Boll's story in the beer hall. story.

They can't snatch newspapers from people's hands, can they?
But if the survivors of Garbage City follow suit...

The more the members of the House of Representatives thought about it, the more frightened they became, and finally someone couldn't help it and raised their hands to propose.

"How about we follow the example of our neighbor, the Red River Alliance, and change the name to... Junk Alliance?"

Before he finished speaking, he was sprayed back by the MP sitting not far away.

"Are you so crazy?! Do you think your life is too long?"

The man froze for a moment, read it again, and then realized that he patted his head and came up with some ghost name.

He expressed his apology with a face full of tears and laughter, and under the stares of all the murderous eyes, he put his hand back in desperation.

He admits the name doesn't sound good.

But other than that, he really couldn't think of any better and usable way...

The same scene is not only happening in Garbage City, but also in various settlements in the River Valley Province.

Facing the collapsed megalithic building, some people saw the long night that was coming, while others saw the dawn breaking through the darkness.

They are insignificant people in the wasteland, including slaves in mines, wandering herdsmen, and scavengers soaked in garbage dumps.

Most of them don't know Ball's story.

But they knew that in a place called Qingquan City, there was a group of survivors who united and defeated the evil dragon that enslaved them!

On the devastated ruins, a new light finally ushered in...

……

The very center of Boulder City.

Facing the ruins of the megalithic building, Malvin's weather-beaten face was full of haggardness and depression.

Old Luca glanced at him.

"Do you regret it?"

"I... have nothing to regret?" Melvin sighed softly, looking away from the ruins, "It will be a matter of time."

He is very clear.

What defeated them was neither the debt of more than 30 billion, nor the S coins that were fired into the sky, but the greed in their hearts.

But he couldn't help it either.

He has used everything he can.

Luca withdrew his gaze from him, looked at the aged ruins in front of him and said.

"The manager said you were a smart guy, you were the first to notice that this train had to hit the brakes."

Malvin smiled wryly and said self-deprecatingly.

"On the contrary, not only am I not a smart person, but I'm also hopelessly stupid, otherwise I wouldn't have seen clearly until the end..."

In the end, the sins of their family have to be washed away by the fairy tale he left in the heart of his little daughter...

This is also the place where he feels the most shame.

Luca didn't look at him, but simply explained his reason for coming.

"Master Manager asked me to give you a task."

Malvin looked at him and asked.

"What mission..."

Luca continued.

"Organize your history into a book, objectively and detailedly describing what happened in this settlement for 200 years. His library needs such a book, and the Alliance's library will also need it."

Melvin said with a wry smile.

"Is this some kind of collecting hobby?"

"He said it was one of his jobs." Luka glanced at the old man who was not a few years younger than himself, and continued, "If you really want to atone for the past, do this last thing seriously. Or do you think you can still do physical work at your age?"

Melvin was slightly taken aback.

His Adam's apple moved slightly, and after a long time, he nodded slowly.

"I will do this seriously."

Atonement...

what……

What a kind man.

Melvin suddenly felt a little sour in his eyes.

He was right.

If you don't want to bring regret and remorse into the coffin, this is the only thing you can do and have time to do——

Drive the final nail in this rotten coffin.

Looking at the gratitude floating behind the muddy pupils, Luca said nothing, just nodded briefly, and left with his back to the ruins of the megalithic building...
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(The cold is getting better, and the fever is almost gone in the past few days, and I will go out to collect materials in a few days. I will try to keep updating this month, and continue to break out slowly.)
(End of this chapter)