Chapter 549 Put the last nail in this coffin

  Sperger is back.

   And met the manager!

   Megalithic City Hall.

   When they saw the familiar face appearing at the door, the fellow workers immediately rushed up and surrounded him.

   “Wait a minute! Don’t ask me about the manuscript yet!” Looking at the surging crowd, Sperger seemed to have guessed what they were going to say, and immediately screamed, “I have something important to say!”

“Hurry up! Stop talking nonsense,” Lovett urged, hooking his hand on his shoulder, “You said you were going to the northern suburbs, and now you’ve been there, what about the next story? The chapter of the Great Revolution is written How’s it going?”

   “Now I’m going to say something more important than that!”

   pushed Lovett’s hand away, Sberg signaled everyone to be quiet, cleared his throat and said.

   “He let me try on his power armor, it’s really not ordinary… Even with my physique, wearing power armor can gain the strength of a giant!”

  An electrician couldn’t help saying.

   “Unbelievable… He really let you wear it.”

   The other workers also jokingly jeered.

   “I don’t believe it! Your coat didn’t stink him to death?”

“that is!”

   “Bag you!”

   For everyone’s ridicule, Sberg didn’t take it to heart, because he knew that the truth could not be fake, and the fake couldn’t be real.

“Believe it or not, the gentleman is actually a very easy-going man, he doesn’t care too much. Although his guards are a bit scary, the guy keeps staring at me, so I don’t dare to mention the bathroom. Son…but that’s not the point.”

  Lovett swallowed.

   “What’s the point?”

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

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

  Sperger had a happy smile on his face, as if a dream had come true.

   “The Awakened can defeat the power armor! This is what the manager told me! He is both the Awakened and the power armor. No one knows better than him!”

   The crowd spread a voice of amazement.

   That title really bothered them for a long time.

   Even because of that title, Ball’s story was ridiculed by the illiterate militiamen.

   Although it was only a trivial matter, but now the controversy is finally over.

  Lovette clenched his fists excitedly: “I just said that the title is not exaggerated at all! Joey is a bastard, I’ll ask him to clear it up!”

   Watching Lovett turn around excitedly and was about to go out, Sberg hurriedly reached out and grabbed him.

   “Farewell, this little thing is not worth it.”

   He doesn’t like people in the militia.

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

   The co-worker standing aside laughed and patted Sberg on the shoulder.

   “Don’t look at Lovett, he and Joey have a good relationship.”

   Another worker also said with a smile.

   “That’s right! Joey is not the kind of stingy person. He is one of the few guys in the militia who is willing to tell the truth. Don’t write his ending too badly.”

   “Joey? Is he in the book? Forget it…” Sperger scratched his head, never thinking of this character in Bol’s story. …

   But he intended to write a centurion who stood on the side of the people.

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

  Whether those guys are on their side because they can’t get paid, can’t grab money, or whatever, but this is a victory for all of them.

   This will never change.

  Alyssa stood on the edge of the crowd.

   With a letter in her hand, she wanted to go but couldn’t squeeze in, so she could only try to stand on tiptoes and shake her arms.

  Sberger quickly noticed her, cut a path from the crowd, came to her, and said with a slight smile.

“Can I help you?”

   nodded vigorously, and a rare nervousness appeared on Aliza’s face.

   “That…is there a reply?”

   Hearing this sentence, Sberg scratched his head.

   He came back empty-handed.

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

   But he still chose to tell the truth.

“No…”

   Looking at Aliza’s lost eyes, Sberg thought for a while, sighed and continued.

   “Actually… I feel that gentleman is a little guilty.”

  Alyssa was stunned.

“…Guilty?”

“Well,” Sperger nodded, recalling the situation at the time, “I noticed a noticeable change in his expression after reading your letter… It’s as if your choice was something he didn’t expect. other than that.”

   Those big men can’t always count everything, and he has been convinced of this after meeting Mr. Fang Ming.

   Even someone as smart as that gentleman has an ending that it doesn’t count.

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

   is just the worship of him by many followers, giving different meanings to his identity.

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

  ”Why?” Not understanding those reasons, Alicia looked at him anxiously and asked, “I…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 made him feel a little guilty. He probably didn’t expect that his words would push a hot-blooded young man to the edge of a cliff. Go… how do you say it? I feel like he was trying to compliment you for doing a great job, but he restrained himself.”

  Sberger felt that the reason why he could perceive these might also be because he had the same feeling in his heart.

  Especially when seeing a finale in the screening room.

  The workers carried his body to the inner city, and then fell in pieces, the whole street was red with blood… Even if he knew it was fake, he couldn’t help but shed tears.

If there is no “Survivor Daily”, nor the later “Gongyou Daily”, and the “Awakened Bol” born from it, I am afraid there will not be those passionate workers, and this jungle-like casino has a high probability Still operating. …

   He did not regret the courage to read out the contents of the newspaper, but he still felt a little bit of fear at that time, which is not contradictory.

   If a single sentence can turn a cowardly person into a warrior who is not afraid of life and death, then that letter is entirely likely to be regarded as an imperial edict by a group of people.

   Even if Alyssa doesn’t have that idea, there will be some speculators who have this idea.

  No accident, the next city lord should be born in the workers’ union or militia group, or it may be a citizen.

   But if the manager had written that letter, the zealots might have pushed a 16- or 17-year-old girl where she shouldn’t be.

   She has done enough.

   Solving the current problems of Boulder City can’t be done by calling on everyone to grow vegetables in flowerpots. Many people don’t have potted plants at all.

The    ideal can bring the almost impossible miracle to the earth, but it must be maintained in a more realistic way.

   Otherwise it’s another hell…

   Looking at the lost Eliza, Sberger had an idea and said.

   “It’s normal that you don’t understand. In fact, I walked around the gate of **** before I realized some things… For example, seeing the people I want to see, and doing the things I want to do, don’t necessarily have to wait until spring.”

  Alyssa was stunned.

   “Doesn’t have to wait until spring?”

“Yes, when I wrote back to my editor, Miss Dolly, I said that I was going to the Union in the spring, but I should be there soon… You have a letter for that gentleman, don’t you?” Grid looked at the envelope in Alisha’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 inconvenient for him to reply to you, but if you want to chat with him in person, and in private, I don’t think he will be stingy with a few compliments!”

  …

   At the same time, there was a large and prosperous city-state in the northern corridor of the River Valley Province, on the plain next to the Great Rift Valley.

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

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

   However, it is just like.

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

  The flood of prosthetics and psychotropic drugs are all over the streets and alleys, and cheap virtual dreams are just like those 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.

  Like here, there are free refrigerators that require two minutes of advertising, and floor-to-ceiling windows with spotless floor-to-ceiling apartments inside and out.

   Whether poor or rich, anyone who has value to this settlement, no matter how much, can live here.

  The puppets supported by the Great Rift Valley built this settlement and formulated a series of rules on its head.

  The people of the old times have high hopes for it, hoping that it will become the second production department – an ideal city that truly serves the wasteland and obeys the old times. However, the planners at the top did not ask the survivors who lived there what they wanted to be. …

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

   So people decided to call it Bugera.

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

  Because here, only the “Bugla” can obtain true freedom, and the person who holds the “Bugla” can be called a living person.

   Office of the President of Flint Group.

   Standing at the desk, Xavier said respectfully.

   “…Recently, a group of immigrants from the south who claimed to have been persecuted by the new authorities in Boulder, applied for asylum to the authorities in Bugra.”

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

   “What is their opinion?”

   “As before, they intend to refer 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 did a great job.”

  Sigma suddenly burst out laughing and said in a teasing tone, “Just for the old people in the Great Rift Valley to see that they raised a bunch of stuff.”

certainly.

  In the style of the Great Rift Valley, these “disgraced” people will be leniently entertained, and let the Free State authorities give them some alimony regularly to allow them to spend the rest of their lives.

  Sigma is heard.

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

   He has no opinion.

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

   Ugly also has the meaning of ugliness.

   Keeping the group of maggots alive is the biggest humiliation against the Zhan Construction Committee.

  Xavier looked at Sigma with admiration in his eyes.

   “As you expected, the city of Boulder can’t even survive this winter.”

  The judgment of most senior executives of the Flint Group believes that the 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 the Boulder City to share the pressure of the wave, and it will definitely not watch the Boulder City collapse, and even help them delay the crisis.

   would think so, it means they don’t understand the alliance and that manager at all.

   Sure enough, no matter where you are, there are guys who ignore objective conditions and make a bluff.

  Sigma smiled lightly and said casually.

“…The demise of Boulder is inevitable, and a lot of resources are concentrated in the hands of a bunch of junk. They screen out the winners with a system that doesn’t create any value for you at all, and the winner’s property is not a penny. Obtained from actual production operations.

  It’s like putting a gun in the hands of a blind man and giving crutches to a strong man, it’s a miracle that they can survive until now. ”

  The Flint 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 senior executives of the company must be selected by the education system before they can hold specific positions and be the dog of the company.

   He himself is the best example.

   When sitting at this desk in place of the last president, he was nothing but a slum thief. …

   “What about the Alliance?” Xavier asked curiously, “How far do you think those people can go?”

   “The Alliance is another matter,” said Sigmar indifferently. “They are another kind of Legion, which may go far, and may soon disappear.”

  Xavier asked with a frown.

   “Do you think they are also militaristic?”

  Sigma pouted.

“Is your understanding of the Legion merely militaristic? That’s just a means to an end, like slavery, siege, clone troopers. The Willantes use a racial narrative, the Alliance a different one. Narrative. They have a very clear goal, one unites all the Willantes, one unites all the survivors, that’s the difference between the lines, and that’s it.”

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

   And if the alliance wins, a new human alliance will probably be born.

  If Boulder wins…

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

   As for the Bugra Free State.

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

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

Whether it was the Legion’s expedition or the Bone-biting Rebellion, he injected a lot of fresh blood and wealth into the Free State under his feet. Most of the officers who could not go back to Triumph City stayed in the Free State and were driven away by the new authorities of Boulder City. The nobles also ran over.

   Eventually they will become an ideal city in another sense!

   A paradise where all wastelanders can indulge without fear of being drowned by dreams!

   At this moment, there was a knock at the door.

   Seeing Sigma’s expression, Xavier bowed slightly, pushed open the door and left the office.

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

   “There is new news over there at Boulder City.”

   Sigma’s eyes were looking at him eagerly.

   “Is that weapon found?”

   The man hesitated and shook his head.

“No…”

  Sigma was silent for a while.

   “Where’s Rhine?”

   The man lowered his head and said.

“…died.”

  Sigma took a deep breath, got up from the office chair, and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window of the room.

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

“Oh shit!”

   Big loss!

  …

   Garbage City.

  The ring-shaped assembly hall was silent.

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

   When they learned that a large number of inner city residents had been exiled, almost all the councilors had shuddering expressions on their faces.

   As one of the old survivor forces in the wasteland, the beacon that has illuminated the southern valley province for a century and a half, Boulder has largely served as a role model.

   Even if their method is not the best, it is indeed feasible to reverse history in the wasteland. …

   Whether it is the earliest Red River Town or the garbage city under their feet, there will be some shadows of the boulder city, imitating the ruling model of the inner city nobles.

   And now, from the exiled residents of the inner city of the Stone City, they seem to see their future.

   Almost every member of the Congress was nervous, talking at the conference table.

   “I heard that Boulder City was overthrown by a group of workers and militiamen, and a group of scavengers joined in the fun…”

   “But we can’t shut down the factories and drive away the scavengers.”

   “Maybe we should improve their treatment.”

   “At least improve the treatment of soldiers!”

   “Reserve some dinars or cr, at least if our currency is lost, we can still pay soldiers in foreign currency…”

   This sentence has been recognized by many people.

   Many members of the assembly nodded involuntarily, and even the speaker who was sitting in the first place made a rare statement early.

   “That’s a good idea.”

   Not only dinars and crs, but also silver coins must be included in one of the foreign exchange that needs to be reserved!

  Otherwise, today’s Boulder City is their tomorrow!

   Garbage City will gradually increase its holdings of silver coins by means of trade until the reserves of silver coins are close to about 200 million.

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

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

   Just pay the protection fee to this powerful neighbor.

  What makes all the councilors of the garbage city shudder is that, less than a year before the establishment of the coalition, those poisonous thoughts have already riddled the towering dam with holes.

   They couldn’t help thinking about the future.

I heard that some wastelanders from Dawn City brought the “Survivor Daily” there, and some people even started the business of publishing and printing newspapers, and they talked about Bol’s stories in the beer hall. story.

   They can’t take the newspapers away from people, can they?

   But if the survivors of the trash city could follow suit…

   One of the members of the House of Representatives became more and more frightened the more they thought about it, and finally someone couldn’t help but raised their hands and proposed.

   “How about we follow the example of our neighbor, the Red River Alliance, and change the name to… the Trash Alliance?”

   Before he could finish his words, he was sprayed back by a member of parliament sitting not far away.

   “Are you crazy?! Do you think you have a long life?”

   The man was stunned for a moment, and then he recited it again, and then he realized that he patted his head and thought of some ghost name.

   He apologised with a face full of tears and laughter. Under the stares of all the murderers, he retracted his hand in a dreadful manner.

   But other than that, he really can’t think of a better and usable way…

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

   Facing the collapsed boulder building, some people saw the falling night, while others saw the dawn breaking through the darkness.

   They are insignificant people in the wasteland, there are slaves in the mines, there are wandering herdsmen, and there are scavengers soaking in the garbage.

   Most of them do not know the story of Bol. …

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

   This devastated ruin finally ushered in a new light…

  …

  The very center of Boulder City.

   Facing the ruins of the Boulder Building, Malvin’s weathered face was full of haggard and depression.

   Old Luca glanced at him.

   “Do you regret it?”

   “I…what do I have to regret?” Looking back from the ruins, Malvin sighed softly and said, “Sooner or later.”

   He knew very well.

   What defeated them was neither the debt of more than three 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 all the methods he can.

  Luka looked away from him, looking at the aged ruins in front of him and said.

   “The manager said you were a smart person, and you were the first to notice that this train had to hit the brakes.”

  Melvin gave a wry smile and said in a self-deprecating manner.

   “On the contrary, I’m not only not a smart person, but also hopelessly stupid, otherwise I wouldn’t have seen it until the end…”

   In the end, the sins of their family will be washed away by the fairy tale he left in the heart of the youngest daughter…

   This is also the most humiliating place for him.

   Luca didn’t look at him, he just explained his purpose in a succinct manner.

   “Master Manager asked me to give you a task.”

  Melvin looked at him and asked.

   “Any mission…”

   Luca continued.

   “Organize your history into a book, and record objectively and in detail what has happened in this settlement for two hundred years.

   He needs such a book in his library, and so will the Alliance library. ”

  Melvin said with a wry smile.

   “Is this some kind of collecting fetish?”

“He said it was one of his jobs,” Luca continued, glancing at the old man who was not a few years younger than him, “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 stunned.

   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 sore in his eyes.

   He was right.

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

   Put the last nail in this rotten coffin.

   Looking at the gratitude that appeared behind the turbid pupils, Luca said nothing, just simply nodded and left with his back to the ruins of the giant stone building…

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   (The cold is getting better. The fever is almost gone in the past few days. In a few days, I have to go out to collect materials. I will strive to keep updating this month, and continue to break out slowly.)

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