Chapter 605 Those Who Survived (1/2)

At the entrance to the wide and empty square, there is a wall made of reinforced iron plates and wooden piles. The heavy door panels are tightly closed, and the sentry towers on both sides are empty.

The mutants stationed here retreated in a hurry, and some equipment was just thrown on the wall without even having time to take it away.

More than twenty Chimera armored vehicles were lined up outside the wall. A dozen players carrying explosive bags trotted forward and placed high explosives under the corner of the wall.

Watching his teammates retreat from the wall, he stood on the edge of the team and shouted an order through the communication channel.

"Detonate!"

A player immediately clenched the detonator in his hand, and then streaks of orange-red fire exploded at the edge of the wall.

Together with the dilapidated gatehouse, the wall made of garbage was blown away in an instant.

"go ahead!"

The commanders of each regiment issued the order.

Chimera armored vehicles started their engines, and surrounded by a group of players carrying rifles, they marched majestically into this sinful camp.

Mole stuck his head out of the turret and held on to the hatch cover and shouted an order over the communication channel.

"Search every corner carefully and don't let any mutant go! If you don't accept surrender, shoot and kill!"

A uniform answer came from the communication channel.

"receive!"

Not just the Skeleton Corps.

The same goes for Jungle Corps.

The chicken-killing guy walking at the front looked like an evil ghost crawling out of hell. His steel body was covered with minced meat and blood, and the chain saw embedded in his left arm was still whirring wildly.

If the number of Chimera armored vehicle kills is not counted, he probably scored the highest number of kills in the game this time.

After all, he has been here chasing those green-skinned beasts since the first day, much earlier than other regiments.

Besides him, the person with the second highest number of kills was Jun Jun.

The diffuse gray fog provided an excellent cover for him, who was good at close combat. If the mutants' skin wasn't too thick, and some mutant warriors transformed by prosthetics were themselves masters of close combat, his kill count would have been even higher. steps.

After everyone entered the lair, they moved forward cautiously.

Although they have entered the strange tribe's lair, no one takes it lightly.

One is because these green-skinned beasts are not dead yet, and one or two lone wolves will jump out from time to time. The other reason is that the shocking scenes completely penetrated the lower limit of human conscience and shocked everyone who witnessed it. I couldn't help but grit my teeth.

This is the former site of a settlement during the Three Years War.

Two centuries ago, hundreds of thousands or more people were temporarily resettled here.

But now it has become a hell...

Looking at the pickled products hanging on the wooden supports, the human skin being dried, and the countless bone products, I just felt a twitching feeling in my stomach.

He has not been playing this game for too long, but he has also caught up with the war in Luoxia Province, and he has seen some cruel scenes.

However, compared with the pure evil before him, it still pales in comparison.

Although the Weiland people do not regard other races as human beings, they rarely fight for the sake of tutu.

Mutants are completely different.

In their eyes, the old humans were just domestic animals, so they not only threw the captives into the oil pot at will, but also made their bones into vessels, and invented a series of blood sacrifice cultures to prove the excellence and dominance of their bloodline. legal status.

The screams of prey are the most pleasant sound to them. For this reason, they have specially borrowed many anti-human torture methods from the history of old humans.

Seeing a corpse nailed to a stone bed with its stomach cut open, the cute and tender young man finally couldn't help but retched.

"...%￥#x-on:! Is this still a human being?"

The 99-level trash picker looked normal. Although he was shocked by the scenes in front of him and was speechless for a moment, his facial muscles only twitched, not to the point of retching.

The strong man following him sighed in disbelief.

"If this photo were posted on the official website, it would probably be a mosaic."

Jun Jun coughed slightly with a subtle expression.

"Based on past experience, it may not be passed on at all."

Past experience is okay.

I wanted to turn my head quietly and look at this guy, dumbfounded.

"Hell, brother, what exactly do you have in your photo album?"

Mr. Garbage coughed.

"secret."

To be honest, he has never saved any very interesting photos. The photo albums are mainly about his heroic fighting postures and wonderful killing moments - well, considering his fighting style, some of the shots may be It has indeed reached the category of R18G.

But this is not the point.

In short, according to the rules set by the operator, some photos that are too curious cannot be synchronized to offline accounts.

The explanation of the game operator is that the dreams constructed by players through virtual reality helmets actually have a protective mechanism of sensory blunting. The specific manifestation is that even if some timid players will faint from injections in real life, they will only feel sick if their face is sprayed with blood in the game.

However, once out of the "dream", this protection mechanism no longer works.

After all, the wasteland is not a harmonious society.

For the sake of the physical and mental health of players, and to prevent players from becoming more frightened when they go offline, game operators will not only conduct necessary review of photos synchronized offline, but will also restrict access to some pictures based on the age of the viewer.

Not far from the "Slaughterhouse" is a huge department store.

Its appearance is like a cruise ship sailing on land. It is twelve stories high, covers an area of ​​100,000 square meters, and has a total construction area of ​​more than one million. The surrounding traffic is in all directions. It is not difficult to see from the majestic outline Get a glimpse of its former glory.

However, its builder probably would not have imagined that his masterpiece would be used by a group of green-skinned animals as a "stable" for raising humans more than two hundred years later.

The moment he crossed the main entrance on the north side of the mall, a pungent rancid odor hit his face, and the Elf King Fugui who was walking in front couldn't help but frown.

Just as he was about to complain, "Why does it smell so bad?" a strong howling wind blew from the side.

With his whole body trembling, Brother Fugui subconsciously ducked down to avoid it. A table almost missed his helmet and flew over, hitting the wall and falling into pieces.

Seeing that the sneak attack failed, the mutant hiding in the dark roared angrily, then took the broad-bladed bone-chopping knife in his hand and rushed towards the main entrance with meteor strides.

Irena raised the PU-9 submachine gun in her hand half an inch and fired suddenly at the mutant's chest.

I saw a bunch of blood blooming on the chest of the naked mutant, and he fell heavily to the ground without a word before he took two steps.

"Good guy, you're still playing sneak attack!"

Brother Fugui cursed and stood up from the ground. He patted the dust on his body and found that he had smeared a handful of black mud on his body.

Subconsciously, he moved closer to his finger and smelled it. His expression froze and he threw away his hand, looking at the black mud on the breastplate with a constipated expression on his face.

Now you don't need to ask, you know what the stench is.

"I'm afraid there are a lot of people locked up here...are you okay?" Irena asked with a strange expression as she looked at the rich man who was looking for something everywhere.

"It's okay, it's okay, I'm fine..." Finally, he found a waxy rag. Brother Fugui wiped off the black mud on his body. He looked at Lao Na and coughed and said, "What the hell is this place?" ?”

"Obviously, the ranch of the Qi Tribe."

Irena skillfully replaced the magazine and glanced upward at the wide, long dome. She saw that the escalators had been transformed into sturdy wooden ladders.

Not only that, the mutants also used chains and pulleys to make a proposed lifting tower and installed it next to the escalator.

It seemed to be used for transporting goods, and there were some bottles and cans and moldy wooden boxes piled on top.

Ignoring the upper floors for the time being, players who enter the lobby on the first floor walk through the open space in front of the door and explore towards the nearest shopping corridor.

Soon, everyone saw a scene that they would never forget.

I saw that the glass showcases on the facades were replaced by fences made of iron bars. Behind the fences were skinny figures and pairs of numb eyes.

Most of them have unkempt hair and sunken eye sockets. Unless you look closely, you would not recognize them as human beings.

Seeing the soldiers standing in front of the fence, the people in the cages all showed fear on their faces and backed away like animals.

The people behind him were probably being stepped on, and they started to scream.

"Don't be afraid! We are not mutants, we are here to save you." Seeing this, Elf King Fugui quickly spoke in non-standard human language, trying to appease the emotions of these people, but they did not react at all, but became even more panicked.

Looking at the helpless Elf King Fugui, Irena sighed and put her right hand on his shoulder with a complicated expression.

"Don't bother, these people...may not understand the People's Lianyu."

Elf King Fugui was stunned.

"I don't understand..."

"I'm afraid they were not captured, but were born here."

After a pause, Irena continued to tell her guess.

"...Eighty percent are descendants of the residents of Singularity City."

Elf King Fugui looked at him in disbelief, then glanced at the prison next to him, his Adam's apple moving up and down involuntarily.

It is unimaginable that these people, who lived like domestic animals, once had a history as glorious as Boulder City.

There are only food troughs filled with dark green slurry that connect the adjacent facades to each other. The food troughs are facing the outlet of the nutritional paste synthesis device.

Judging from the mottled rust, this machine must be a few years old, and judging from the appearance and model of the machine, it is probably a model that was eliminated from the Boulder City Industrial Zone.

This cell is not very strong.

The Elf King Fugui stretched out his hand and grasped a rusty iron bar. Without using much force, it made an overwhelming creaking sound, and the exoskeleton tore it off with a little force.

However, those who were locked up just looked at the opened fence tremblingly, without any other reaction, and had no intention of escaping at all.

"I'm afraid A Guang will have to worry about how to deal with these people," Irena looked around, "Anyway, let's report it to the headquarters first."

Elf King Fugui was silent for a long time and said in a difficult tone.

"How about sending it to Pioneer City?"

"This is one of the options," Irena made a helpless expression and shrugged her shoulders, "But I think... sending it anywhere may not be the best choice."

These damn beasts.

He cursed in his heart, but he could do nothing about what had happened and had happened for decades or even hundreds of years.

This place has been like this since a long time ago.

And there are not many similar hells in the wasteland.

If the wasteland itself is not ended, hells more cruel than this will appear one after another, and the tragedies that have happened will happen again and again.

However, how to end this wasteland, to be honest, he had no idea at all.

perhaps……

The omnipotent manager must have a complete plan in mind.

As an outsider, it is better to put aside the cruel core and enjoy the game itself.

At least the daily life of the alliance is still very happy.

…

However, what Irena doesn't know is that the omnipotent manager actually doesn't have any good solutions.

A considerable part of the population of the Qi tribe was born in mutant breeding farms, and only a few were wastelanders captured by mutants from outside and slaves actively contributed by nearby plantations.

As we all know, a person's worldview is gradually formed during the development of the brain. Only people who are raised in society can transform from a biological person into a social person.

The survivors here are more like people raised by animals.

Although some people from the Black Stone Tribe that we encountered in the desert were in a similar situation, the proportion was far less exaggerated than that of the Qi Tribe.

According to isolated samples that exist in reality, it would take ten or even more than ten years for these biological people to learn to eat with their hands, let alone learn a skill to support themselves.

The alliance does not have the realistic conditions to increase the dependent population by 10,000 out of thin air. This is not a problem that can be solved by sending it to Pioneer City.

Not to mention that most of these survivors are addicts.

It is not a good idea to remove a large number of survivors carrying Nagomycelium from the local area, especially in this situation.

Chu Guang, standing on the bridge, fell into deep thought.

At this moment, Vanus on the side suddenly spoke.

"How about using a mind interference device?"

Seeing that Chu Guang didn't speak, Vanus paused for a moment and continued to analyze.

"Since they are drug addicts, theoretically they should be able to be affected by the mind interference device when entering a fugue state. As long as this brainwashing tool is used correctly, they may be able to return to normal society."

After listening to his analysis, Chu Guang sighed softly and said.

"Using a mind interference device against people is something that has never happened in the Alliance. We have continued the practice from the Alliance era and only used it to drive away dangerous species on alien planets. It's not that I don't know how to adapt, but I am thinking about a question...how to ensure that the choices we make today will not create greater hidden dangers in the future.”

Vanus was stunned for a moment.

"for example?"

Chu Guangyan said concisely and concisely.

"For example, let me ask you the simplest question, how can a mentally ill person prove that he is not mentally ill?"

Vanus asked confused.

"Is this something that needs to be proven?"

Chu Guang continued.

"If we do that, that's probably going to be the smallest problem for everyone living here in the future."

Although this is just a matter of words to him, executing this order is a systematic project.

In this huge systematic project, there are too many links that may cause this order to deviate from its original intention and create a dystopia using "technology that should never be used on humans from the beginning."

The sixth settlement of the Alliance will become a large mental hospital, and even become a dark history of the Alliance.

But to be honest, Chu Guang was a little tempted by Vanus's idea. The mind interference device could at least allow those survivors who did not have full behavioral capabilities to engage in some simple labor to support themselves.

The only problem is that he needs a morally perfect and selfless manager to carry out his orders.

Unfortunately, he himself is not that perfect person.

At this moment, Hanshuang, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke.

"How about leaving it to me to try?"

Sun Eclipse glanced at it expressionlessly, trying to hint it to take back these potentially troublesome words, but Hanshuang had no intention of taking them back.

Chu Guang was stunned for a moment, and a look of interest suddenly appeared in his eyes.

He almost forgot.

There is such a person beside me!

But after all, this involves the fate of tens of thousands or even more people, and it is not a casual joke.

In order to confirm its determination, Chu Guang looked into its eyes and said in a serious tone.

"Are you sure? This is not an easy job. You can think of the survivors as babies with adult powers, and you are their nanny. You have to plan their daily work, daily life, and cultural education. We have to be precise in every aspect, including what they eat, drink, and drink, and use limited resources to make them live as human beings as possible.”

Not sure if it was his illusion, but Chu Guang always felt that the eyes of the android in front of him seemed to be getting more and more excited.

It was obvious that what he was talking about was a very troublesome matter.

Could this guy be an M...

With strange thoughts in mind, Chu Guang cleared his throat and continued in a serious tone.

"...In short, you need to make them at least self-sufficient in the initial stage, and eventually enable them and their descendants to fully integrate into our society. We will give you some assistance during this period, but to be honest, we are also very poor ourselves , I’m afraid I can’t give you much.”

"Have you thought it through-"

"I've thought it through!"

Hanshuang couldn't wait to answer Chu Guang's question. Hanshuang looked at him firmly and placed his right fist on his chest in a poor alliance etiquette.

"I have always been eager to use my knowledge and experience to help the suffering people in this wasteland, and now this opportunity is right in front of me... I can already feel it!"

Chu Guang stared at it with bright eyes.

"What do you feel?"

Hanshuang clenched her fist against her chest and spoke loudly and emotionally.

"The intellectual plug-in...is burning!"

The voice had a slight vibrato, as if it was sung, and the upturned tail tone brought a pious and holy tone.

However, Chu Guang was confused when he heard this.

What the hell is the intellectual plug-in burning?

never mind.

Never mind that.

From the eyes of this android, Chu Guang could indeed sense its unwavering sincerity and determination.

The compassion for the suffering people in the wasteland is as unwavering as that lunatic of Ibers who is afraid of chaos in the world.

And as an android, it has neither material desires nor moral flaws.

It is most suitable for it to perform this impossible task for human managers!

At least worth a try!

Vanus cast a worried look at Chu Guang. Although the idea was his, he always felt that this android was not very reliable.

However, Chu Guang's attention was focused on those passionate eyes the whole time, and he directly ignored the staff officer standing beside him.

"Then it's up to you!"

"Well!" Staring at Chu Guang with sharp eyes, Hanshuang said with great momentum, "Leave it to me!"

Eclipse, who was standing behind it, held his forehead.

This guy seems to have forgotten that he is the representative of Kangmao Group...

I always feel like things are getting troublesome.

…

night.

Captain's room.

Xiao Qi, who was sitting on the pen holder at the corner of the table, dragged her chin, swayed her pencil-thick calves, and said somewhat unhappily.

"Owner."

Chu Guang, who was dealing with official duties, looked away from the tablet terminal in his hand and looked at it, speaking in a gentle tone.

"What's wrong?"

Xiao Qi muttered.

"Although Xiaoqi is just an assistant AI, she can still help a lot..."

Seeing through its thoughts at a glance, Chu Guang couldn't help but smile, stretched out his index finger and rubbed its little head.

"I understand that you want to help me, and I believe in your ability, but this is not your job scope. And... you represent me."

"Huh?" Xiaoqi tilted her head in confusion.

After taking a look at the planning plan for the Alliance's sixth settlement that was being drafted, Chu Guang smiled faintly.

"The alliance needs to unite all the survivors who can unite, but it must do this based on their actual situation. For survivors who spontaneously choose to progress, we will give them enough room for independent development, allowing them to bring progressive things Our society, but for the special situation of Singularity City, we can only take the opposite approach to manage them to prevent them from having an impact on our society.”

"This is not just a problem of 10,000 people. There are also large dioceses in Haiya Province that need to be liberated. By then, the pressure we will need to bear may be several times or even dozens of times greater than it is now."

"Although it is unkind to say this, if Hanshuang messes up, it will be the fault of Kangmao Group and even the company, and the ability of androids to participate in public utilities will also be questioned, right? I tend to think that within the scope of our ability, , some people on the council will not ignore it.”

It would be better to say that it was originally the trouble caused by their parents!

If it hadn't been for that accident a century and a half ago, there wouldn't be all the messy things happening today.

Xiao Qi nodded in understanding.

"So you're trying to make it easier for you to pass the blame later?"

This guy doesn't understand at all...

But maybe some people will interpret it this way.

Chu Guang smiled and shook his head and said nonchalantly.

"If I really want to take the blame."

"I will not care about these troubles from the beginning."