Extraordinary pedigree

Chapter 711 Echo·Wall Collapse

Terra calendar 1591.2.12.

it's clear.

New Manhattan Area·Level I Quarantine Zone.

Sunlight shines through the clear sky in the Level I quarantine area of ​​New Manhattan.

The air was filled with a long-lost tranquility, and a few gentle breezes blew through, carrying the coolness of early spring, which seemed to herald some kind of new beginning.

Lina took a step out of the narrow door, narrowed her eyes slightly, and felt the bright sunshine of New Manhattan shining on her face for the first time in a long time.

This quarantine area was so familiar to her that she could no longer be familiar with it.

Ever since the conflict over the liberation hooves and the Socio-Cultural Committee escalated, her father had told her to stay at home and not come out.

Today she finally heard the adults say that the fight seemed to be over and she could finally step out.

The air was mixed with the smell of dust and a hint of tar, and some damaged buildings and streets affected by the battle could still be seen in the distance.

She walked through the crowds on the street. The infected people in the quarantine area seemed a little more tired than usual.

People's faces were full of anxiety and uneasiness, many people were rushing in different directions, and some families gathered together and whispered. Lina couldn't hear clearly, but she could feel that everyone was talking about the bloody conflict-the bloody battle between the hooves of liberation and the socio-cultural committee.

She still remembers the noise that lasted all night long in the past week - explosions, shouts of death, and the roar of helicopters, which made her hug her pillow tightly and unable to sleep every night.

The adults were talking in low voices behind closed doors, but she could only feel the seriousness of the situation from the hurried footsteps of her mother and father.

She didn't see the battle with her own eyes, but the sounds, the chaos, were enough to scare her.

"People who heard the sound of liberation hooves attacked the Cultural Committee's stronghold." She once secretly heard her father's friends discussing in the room, and the rough voice echoed in the room. "They said that the Blood Network was beaten. Caught off guard, many people died."

"But what happened to the infected?" Another voice interrupted the conversation, with some worry, "Will we also be involved? The sound of liberation hooves will not take into account the fate of ordinary infected people like us."

Lena didn't quite understand the full meaning of these words at the time.

Adults in quarantine talk about conflict every day.

Some people praised the courage of Liberation Hoofs, saying that they finally dared to stand up against oppression; others said that as the fighting escalated, the situation of the infected would only become more dangerous; still others said that Liberation Hoofs had gone crazy and they could no longer Don’t worry about your own methods anymore…

The oppressive environment did not last long.

The struggle is over.

Who is the winner?

The sound of liberation hooves?

Social and cultural committee?

No, it’s neither, it’s not the two that are taking over the new segregated Manhattan.

But...

Lina squeezed through the crowded crowd near the public notice board in front and came to the public notice board.

——【★Official Statement★】——

In view of the long-standing violent conflict between the Liberation Hoofbeat and the Social and Cultural Committee, which has caused the New Manhattan area to fall into unprecedented chaos and disaster. The Edici Federation's new era horse racing plan cannot be promoted as scheduled. This unbridled, life-and-death all-out struggle is not only serious It has destroyed the social order in the region and brought immeasurable economic losses and public safety risks to the entire federation.

After the end of this completely out-of-control conflict, both sides left an unmanageable mess in New Manhattan, leaving behind dilapidation, panic, and chaos.

In order to maintain the peace and security of the New Manhattan area, the Honkai Authority decided to fully support the area and assist it in forming a police security department with a high degree of autonomy. The agency will employ local members to ensure that actual security issues in the region are managed and repaired by local residents themselves.

At the same time, the Administration will dispatch a task force and an experienced special agent to assist the Security Department in restoring order in the area.

We believe that the new Manhattan of the future will gradually regain its vitality under the management and autonomy of native residents, and will once again become an important area for the future prosperity and development of the Federation.

The Authority will continue to provide necessary support to New Manhattan to ensure that this area no longer becomes a hotbed of extremism and violence, but instead moves towards a new chapter of peace and harmony.

We sincerely hope that all parties involved can draw wisdom from this painful lesson and rebuild a future where order and the rule of law coexist under autonomy.

This statement is effective immediately and is hereby announced.

——{Signed: Hugh Abraham}

——{Seal of the Honkai Authority/Seal of the Edici Federal Government/Seal of the New Alliance}

——★★★——

Relying on the knowledge she learned in school, Lina reluctantly read through the entire announcement. Looking at the content of the announcement, she felt a little... vaguely understanding.

Finally, she looked at the signature of the director of the Honkai Authority. This was the first time she knew the name of the director of the Honkai Authority.

She deliberately spelled out the name on the signature byte by byte.

"Hugh Abraham..."

When Lina was chanting the name, she inexplicably felt something looking at her - although there was no malice, it made her hair stand on end.

"strangeness……"

Lina murmured in a low voice, but what she didn't know was that she was not the only one who felt the same way.

The serious lack of basic knowledge of thaumaturgy has made many infected people unaware of the meaning behind the name "Hugh Abraham".

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Quarantine Zone I · Quarantine Wall.

The sky is clear and a few white clouds are floating slowly, while the area below the quarantine wall is full of tension and expectation.

The morning mist gradually dissipates under the sunshine, and the air is filled with a faint moisture, revealing the breath of new life.

The quarantine wall is majestic and cold, about six meters high. The wall is made of dark gray concrete, and the surface is covered with traces of time and erosion by wind and rain, which makes it look mottled.

The top of the wall is wrapped with old barbed wire, piercing the tranquility of the sky, and becoming a barrier between the infected and the outside world.

This wall not only separates the two groups of people, but also divides hope and fear into two distinct sides.

The sun shines through the thin morning mist, shining on the once unshakable isolation wall, casting mottled light and shadows, as if to give the wall some of its former majesty for the last time.

The shadow of the wall shrouds the land under the feet, and there is a vague feeling of oppression.

That is the fear and powerlessness accumulated by countless infected people living behind this wall in the past decades. It solidifies on this building and is difficult to dispel.

Hart McDowell, the leader of the Infected Workers Union, Lina's father, and one of countless infected people.

Like other people, he stood on a high mound outside the isolation wall, staring at the bulldozers and excavators in front of him, with a complex mood that is difficult to describe.

The high mound was crowded with people, their eyes were full of expectations and uneasiness, as if... the collapse of this wall was not just a physical change, but also a turning point in fate.

Hart could feel the breathing of the people around him becoming heavy, and from time to time someone whispered to each other and discussed the changes in the future in a low voice.

"Is this wall really going to be demolished? After so many years, I never thought that this day would come." A middle-aged man's voice was filled with uncontrollable excitement.

"So what if it's demolished? Will the outside world really accept us?" Another voice, slightly skeptical, was from an older woman, her tone full of worry and uncertainty.

"At least this means change? The Administration is better than those people. At least they won't exploit us like the officials before." A young man whispered, with a hint of hope in his tone.

"Don't be too happy too soon. Although the Administration looks better than those people in the Cultural Committee, can they really guarantee our lives? I heard that there are not many job opportunities outside. Can we infected people find jobs outside?" Another older voice was full of worry.

"Are you still worried about this? There is no choice now. We have been trapped here for so long. The wall has fallen. Even if life is difficult, at least we have a chance to see the outside world." A woman took over the conversation, her tone full of expectation.

"Yes, at least the children can live a better life. I heard that the Administration will also provide educational opportunities for the infected, including basic thaumaturgy... the kind of knowledge that is like magic." A young mother said, looking at the child in her arms, with a little hope in her eyes.

"Education? What kind of life have we lived these years? Who dares to expect children to have a good education." An old man sneered, with a hint of indifference in his eyes, "I just hope they don't treat us as inferiors like before."

"I heard that the Administration's policies are fair. At least they don't oppress us in transactions, which is rare." The middle-aged man interrupted, with a little cautious optimism in his voice.

"But I'm still worried. What if their leaders change and their policies change? Will we be abandoned again at that time?" The voice of the older woman was full of deep anxiety.

"You mean that Hugh..."

The old man wanted to mention that name, but suddenly stopped.

"Damn it, every time I mention that person's name, I feel creepy. Just like... just like the trembling I felt when I was young facing the out-of-control tiger in the circus, no, it's several times stronger than that, and I just mentioned the name."

"I have that feeling too, it's very strange." The older woman also took over the conversation with fear, "Let's not mention that... that person... Let's get back to what happened after the isolation wall was demolished."

"Why bother so much? The wall has been demolished, and life has to go on anyway, which is better than being locked up here. At least there is a glimmer of hope, which is better than waiting to die." The young man said, with a desire for the future in his tone.

Hart stood on the high mound and continued to listen to the discussions of the people around him. This time, the topic was no longer the isolation wall, but turned to the changes triggered by the recent bloody battle, especially the liberation of hoofbeats.

The discussion in the crowd seemed more complicated and emotional.

"Are Jiefang Hoofbeats heroes? Are they really doing this for the good of us infected people?"

"Heroes? Don't be naive! They don't care about us ordinary infected people at all. Look at the battles in the past few months. How many infected people have died because of their actions? We are just pawns in their struggle for power."

"But they did expose a lot of darkness in the Cultural Committee. For us, this is also a victory, right?" Another young man retorted with a hopeful tone.

"Victory? The family next door to my house was affected by the riots of Liberation Hoofbeats a few weeks ago, and the whole family died. Is this victory?" A woman said angrily, her voice full of resentment, "Their victory was exchanged for our lives."

"I heard that Mikhail, the leader of Liberation Hoofbeats, really wanted to help us infected people at the beginning, but later he became more and more extreme." The middle-aged man sighed, with helplessness in his tone.

"Help us? Do you believe it? They fought to the death with the Cultural Committee, and the lives of the infected people became more difficult. Do you think they care about us? They just want to overthrow the old forces and take power themselves." The woman said disdainfully, with disgust in her eyes.

"But if there is no action of Liberation Hoofbeats, those people in the Cultural Committee will continue to exploit us. Are we going to be oppressed forever?" The young man questioned again.

"The Hoofbeats of Liberation is a double-edged sword. Their violent means did cause heavy damage to the Cultural Committee, but we ordinary infected people also suffered. In the final analysis, we are just tools being used." The old man whispered, his eyes revealing deep fatigue.

"But now that the Cultural Committee has fallen and the Administration has moved in, there is finally a new beginning, right? No matter what the purpose of the Hoofbeats of Liberation is, at least they have broken the original oppression."

Boom——————

Boom——————

Boom——————

The roar of the bulldozer was deafening, and the huge steel arm slowly rose, then fell heavily, hitting the wall, bringing up a cloud of dust.

The huge impact made the crowd tremble slightly. They looked ahead with shock, watching the indelible wall that remained in their hearts being easily pushed down.

The barrier in their hearts... seemed to gradually disintegrate with the vibration of the wall.

Hart stood on the mound, staring at the scene intently. The isolation wall began to crack under the repeated impact of the bulldozer, and the concrete on the wall began to collapse. Fragments fell like rain, making a dull collision sound.

The bulldozer slowly moved forward, and the huge mechanical tires rolled over the soil, leaving deep ruts.

The huge steel arms waved, like ruthless warriors, unswervingly executing orders.

The cracks in the wall became larger and larger, and finally there was a loud bang, and the whole wall collapsed with a bang, dust flew up, and a low cheer broke out in the crowd. Some people clenched their fists, and some quietly wiped away the tears from the corners of their eyes.

Hart's mood was as heavy and relieved as the collapsed wall.

He clenched his fists and took a deep breath. The huge rock pressing on his chest was finally removed.

He turned his head to look at the infected people around him. Many of them were watching the bulldozer with excitement and anxiety. They were isolated in the shadow of society by this wall. Today, the collapse of this wall means that they can finally step out of this shadow and welcome a new life.

On the other side of the mechanical operation, Hart saw the management bureau operators wearing black special service uniforms.

They wore red epaulettes on their shoulders, marking their identities and responsibilities.

The operators were tall and stern, holding bolt guns in their hands, ready for battle.

Unlike the oppressors in the past, these operators did not show a high-handed attitude, but communicated with the people around them from time to time.

"The management bureau... is not quite what I imagined." Hart muttered to himself.

A tall girl with bunny ears stood next to the bulldozer, directing the workers to evacuate the collapsed wall.

Her ears trembled slightly with the movement, revealing a hint of tension and concentration. A mechanical ball with bunny ears hovered above her.

The operator turned back from time to time to talk to the people next to him, with a kind smile on his face, and seemed to have no sense of alienation due to the difference in status.

The other operator was a man with a ponytail. He stood next to the machine, with a long gun hanging on his waist and a map in his hand, discussing the safe range of the operation with the local infected.

His expression was calm and firm, with a capable temperament, and the fluttering ponytail added a touch of softness to him.

Hart also noticed a cat-eared operator, whose ears were pointed and always turned vigilantly. Although his task was to maintain order on the scene, he also stopped from time to time to communicate with some curious children, making the children laugh and smiling innocently.

He had never seen such a kind army. After entering the infected area, these operators of the Administration strictly followed the orders of their superiors, acted in a unified and coordinated manner, and did not invade or plunder the property of the infected.

What surprised him even more was that every communication they had with the infected was full of respect and patience, without any intimidation or rude words.

The agents of the Administration not only helped the infected to evacuate safely, but also discussed with them the specific plan for rebuilding the quarantine area. Even when trading with the infected, they strictly followed the market price for fair transactions, without using their power to squeeze or force sales.

"Sophia might have made the right bet. This may be... a brand new era."

The rumbling sound seemed to announce the end of an old era.

Hart's eyes, searching in the crowd, stopped at a familiar figure - Sophia Williams.

She still carried the familiar gun case, with steady steps and a firm gaze. Unlike her past image in the struggle, Sophia now wore a neat black special service uniform, with the same red epaulettes of the Administration as other operators, but still made her stand out.

Under his gaze, Sophia walked slowly towards the crowd from a distance and looked at him.

Hart knew that the other party wanted to say something to him, so he walked forward.