[If all of humanity places its hope in one person, will civilization fare well?]
"When you read this, the life-and-death game to redeem the planet has already begun."
"All o...
"……ha."
A cold laugh sounded particularly clear in the icy rain.
"Why should we change? Isn't it good like this?" A man dressed in gold and silver sneered. His face was full of flesh and his cheeks were bulging. "What's the use of having relatives? Of course, it's most comfortable to enjoy yourself. Anyway, we are destined to have no offspring!"
"——Yes, we only want money, ham and bread!"
"——Stop this man and grab the girl behind him!"
They already understood that if they died, the rich would be buried in the priest's cemetery, while the poor would rot in the sewer. Even if they both died at the age of 30, the rich might commit suicide out of pain, while the poor might die of illness because they had no money to treat the disease. Their ashes would be taken out and sold for ghost marriages in the blink of an eye.
So, since they are not dying yet, let them have money! As long as they have money, all problems can be solved! Honor, philosophy... are not as good as the word "rich"!
Hearing these words, Alisa raised her eyes in confusion.
Su Mingan's eyes met hers.
There were some shocking emotions brewing in his eyes.
She looked back motionlessly, as if something strange was slowly fading away in her heart.
...Why do people become like this?
Have they lost even the most basic family affection?
"Alisa, this city is sick," said Su Ming'an.
——He can see the desire in people’s eyes.
They shouted "justice" and "city-state", saying that they would wipe out this bandit who dared to resist Bai Xiong.
The opportunity for an all-out war that the resistance had been striving for so far, as well as the information about assassinating Bai Xiong that lurkers such as Guan Na risked their lives to send, were not destroyed by the mechanical army - instead, they were blocked by the residents themselves.
How ridiculous.
These residents took the initiative to continue to be white male dogs.
Slavery is rooted in their blood vessels and spines, and numbness becomes a collar around their necks.
"Girl, don't help this bandit!" Someone shouted at Elisa, accusing Su Ming'an of being a bandit.
Alisa raised her head, and the rain fell on her face.
At this moment, she broke through the timidity and fear that lingered on her, like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon, and shouted:
"No, I won't go back with you, I'm free!"
"No one from the outer city is a resource!"
The next moment, before the residents formed a circle, Su Mingan grabbed her and rushed to the outside world.
…
The other side.
Countless flames rushed into the inner city, and the only sound in people's ears was the sonata of bullets and artillery fire.
The pungent smell of blood and gunpowder lingered for a long time. Human corpses and broken mechanical bodies overlapped and shattered, and a large amount of bright red and blue blood overflowed.
This journey, led by Noel, Dingyue and others, was the most difficult journey for the rebels.
After the main force evacuated, the rebels quickly reorganized, counted ammunition and combat personnel, gathered logistics personnel and the wounded, and decided to launch an all-out war.
“Click, click—”
The helicopter hovered in the wind and rain. A female reporter from a TV station opened the door and broadcast the current battle situation live, with the camera lens aimed at the midnight lights below.
"——Evening news, bringing you the latest news..."
The young female reporter spoke rapidly into the camera.
She looked a little panicked, her eyes full of disbelief, as if she had never expected that someone would dare to cause unrest in White City.
Half of her body was soaked by the heavy rain. She hung in the cabin door and motioned the camera lens to point to the street below, where a black torrent of rebels was gathering.
"At 3:00 this morning, a thousand-strong resistance army gathered at the Mogta Industrial Zone and led everyone into the inner city.
"——From here we can see that the inner city border area has fallen, street shops have been smashed and looted, power facilities have been damaged, residents' houses have been invaded, and fires have started in many areas.
“White City has determined that this is a vicious incident—the residents, led by the Ilevan resistance, are dissatisfied with the current city-state welfare and system and have decided to gather together to rebel.
"A spokesperson for the Peace Dove News Agency described the current situation as "a free dance of the rebels' souls." The investor of the Bionic Group said, "This is a daring internal struggle that defies the laws of the city-state. Those who resist the White City will be suppressed."
"So far, the vicious incident is still fermenting, and the rebels are calling on nearby residents to join the team. After the inner town suppression troops arrive at the scene, the two sides may exchange fire and turn this unrest into a small war...
"White City TV will continue to provide you with reports in the next few hours..."
The female reporter's trembling voice was heard in every household through the sound transmission equipment.
The gunshots were like thunder, waking up the sleeping residents. They turned on the TV with sleepy eyes, only to receive such horrific news.
——The rebels are heading towards the inner city.
People had long been immersed in the peace and comfort of the city-state and had never thought that gunshots would be heard from within the city-state.
"Mom, why are there gunshots..."
"Don't be afraid, it's just an accident... Let's just hide in the room, and everything will be fine tomorrow..."
This is a mother and daughter who have locked the doors and windows. The girl is hiding in her mother's arms, and the mother has her eyes closed. They are trembling.
The rebels' gunfire was a bloody struggle against the White City and a provocation that trampled on order and law.
People's eyes were bloodshot, and they were wearing bulletproof vests, like hard black beetles, with blood on the soles of their feet. As the heavy rain drifted, the gradually fading red color sank into the puddle, and when a foot in a leather boot landed, blood and rain splashed up together.
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