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, bringing with it the coolness of early spring, which seemed to herald some kind of new beginning.

Lina took steps 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 couldn't be more familiar with it.

Since the conflict between the liberation hooves and the Socio-Cultural Committee escalated, her father asked 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 dust and a hint of tar, and some damaged buildings and streets affected by the fighting 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. Some families gathered together and whispered. Lina couldn't hear clearly, but she could feel that everyone was talking.

That bloody conflict - the bloody battle between the hooves of liberation and the socio-cultural committee.

She still remembered the noise that had been heard 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 these sounds and 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.

We were caught off guard and 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."

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

Adults in quarantine talk about the 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 were no longer able to

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 Manhattan ghetto.

But...

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

——【★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 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 establishing a police security department with a high degree of autonomy. The agency will recruit local members to ensure that the actual security issues in the area are handled by local people.

Residents manage themselves and repair 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 local 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 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 from school, Lina reluctantly read through the entire announcement. Looking at the content of the announcement, she felt a little... vaguely aware of it.

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 this name, she inexplicably felt that something was looking at her - although it was not malicious, 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 had the same feeling.

The serious lack of basic knowledge of thaumatology makes many infected people unaware of the meaning behind calling the name "Hugh Abraham".

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Quarantine Zone I·Wall of Quarantine.

The sky was a clear blue, with a few white clouds floating slowly, but the bottom of the separation wall below was full of tension and expectation.

The morning fog gradually dissipated under the sunshine, and the air was filled with a touch of moisture and a breath of new life.

The separation wall is majestic and cold, about six meters high. The wall is made of dark gray concrete, and its surface is covered with traces of time and erosion from wind and rain, making 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 chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! This wall not only separates the two groups of people, but also separates hope and fear into two distinct sides.

The sun shines through the thin morning mist and shines on this once unshakable isolation wall, casting mottled light and shadow, as if it is giving this wall a bit of its former majesty for the last time.

The shadow of the wall shrouds the land beneath your feet, giving you a vague feeling of depression.

That is the fear and powerlessness that countless infected people have accumulated while living behind this wall in the past few decades. It has solidified on this building and is difficult to dispel.

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

Like other people, he stood on a high mound outside the separation wall, staring closely at the bulldozers and excavators in front of him. His mood was so complicated that it was difficult to describe.

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

Hart could feel the breathing of the people around him becoming heavier. From time to time, people were whispering to each other and discussing future changes in low voices.

"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 we tear it down? Will the outside world really accept us?" Another voice, slightly skeptical, was an older woman, her tone full of worry and uncertainty.

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

"Don't be too happy too early. Although the Administration looks better than those 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 when we go out?

" 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 and the separation wall has fallen. No matter how difficult life is, at least we have a chance to see the outside world." A woman took over the conversation with a tone of voice.

With expectation.

"Yes, at least it will allow the children to live a better life. I heard that the Administration will also provide educational opportunities for infected people, including basic thaumaturgy...that is the kind of knowledge that is the same as 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 been living these years? Who dares to expect that our children can have a good education?" An old man sneered, with a hint of indifference in his eyes, "I just hope they don't treat us like they did before.

Just treat me like a lower class person."

"I heard that the administration's policies are fairly fair. At least they didn't bully us in transactions, which is already very rare." The middle-aged man interjected, with some cautious optimism in his voice.

"But I'm still worried, what if their leaders change and their policies change accordingly? Will we be abandoned again by then?" The older woman's voice was full of deep uneasiness.

"You mean that Hugh..."

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

"Hell, every time I mention that person's name, I feel a creepy feeling. It's like... just like the trembling feeling I had when I was young when I faced an out-of-control tiger in the circus. No, it's much stronger than that.

More than twice, I just mentioned the name."

"I feel that way too, it's very strange." The older woman also took over the conversation with fear, "Let's not talk about that... that person... let's go back to what happened after the wall was pushed down.

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"Why do you care so much? The wall has been demolished. You have to continue to live your life anyway. It is better than being locked up here. At least there is a glimmer of hope. It is better than sitting around and waiting for death." The young man said, with a hint of hope for the future in his tone.
To be continued...