desire.

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 about the wall, but turned to the changes triggered by the recent bloody war, especially the hoofbeat of liberation.

Discussions in the crowd seemed more complex and emotionally charged.

"Is Liberation Hoofbeat considered a hero? Are they really doing it for 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 the darkness of the Cultural Committee. For us, this is also a kind of victory, right?" Another young man retorted with a hopeful tone.

"Victory? The family next door to my house was affected by the riots here a few weeks ago due to the sound of liberation hooves, and the whole family died. Is this called victory?" a woman said angrily, her voice filled with resentment, "They

Our victory was rewarded with our lives.”

"I heard that Mikhail, the leader of the Liberation Hooves, really wanted to help us infected people at first, but later he went to more extremes." The middle-aged man sighed, with helplessness in his tone.

"Help us? Do you believe it? They are fighting to the death with the Cultural Committee, and the lives of the infected are even more difficult. Do you think they care about us? They just want to overthrow the old forces and rise to power themselves." The woman said disdainfully, with a look in her eyes.

Out of disgust.

"However, if there is no action to liberate Hoofsheng, those people in the Cultural Committee will continue to exploit us. Will we continue to be oppressed?" The young man questioned again.

"The hooves of liberation are a double-edged sword. Their violent methods did severely damage the Cultural Committee, but we ordinary infected people were also unlucky. In the end, we are just tools to be used." The old man said in a low voice,

There was deep exhaustion in his eyes.

"But now that the Cultural Committee has collapsed and the Administration has moved in, there is finally a new beginning, right? No matter what the purpose of the hooves 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 lifted up, then fell heavily, hitting the wall, bringing up a cloud of dust.

The huge impact made the crowd tremble slightly. They looked ahead with shocked faces, seeing that the wall that remained indelible in their hearts was so easily knocked down.

The barrier in their hearts... seems to be gradually disintegrating with the vibration of the wall.

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

The bulldozer pushed forward slowly, its huge mechanical tires rolling over the soil, leaving deep ruts.

Each giant steel arm was waving, like a ruthless warrior, unswervingly executing orders.

The cracks in the wall became bigger and bigger, and finally there was a loud noise. The entire wall collapsed, dust flew up, and a burst of deep cheers broke out from the crowd. Some people clenched their fists, and some quietly wiped the tears from the corners of their eyes.

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

He clenched his fists, took a deep breath, and the boulder pressing on his chest was finally removed.

He turned to look at the infected people around him. Many people were watching the bulldozers with excitement and uneasiness. 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 world.

Shadow, welcome new life.

Just on the other side of the mechanical operation, Hart saw the administration agents wearing black special service uniforms.

They wear red epaulettes on their shoulders, marking their status and responsibilities.

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

Unlike the oppressors in the past, these operators did not show a superior attitude, but instead communicated with the surrounding people from time to time.

"The Authority...is not what I imagined." Hart muttered to himself.

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

Her ears twitched slightly with the movement, revealing a trace of nervousness and concentration. A mechanical ball with rabbit ears hovered above her.

From time to time, this operator turned around and spoke to the people next to him, with a kind smile on his face. He seemed not to feel any barrier at all because of his different status.

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

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

Hart also noticed a cat ear dryer. The man's ears were pointed and turned vigilantly. Although his task was to maintain order at the scene, he also stopped from time to time to communicate with some curious children and amused them.

The children laughed, with innocent smiles on their faces.

He has never seen such a friendly army. After these management personnel entered the infected area, they strictly followed the orders of their superiors, acted in a unified and coordinated manner, and did not embezzle or plunder the property of infected people at all.

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

The agents of the administration not only helped the infected people evacuate safely, but also discussed with them specific plans for rebuilding the quarantine area. Even when trading with the infected people, they strictly followed the market price and conducted fair transactions, without taking advantage of their power at all.

Squeeze or buy and sell by force.

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

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

Hart's eyes searching among the crowd stopped on a familiar figure - Sophia Williams.

She still carries the familiar gun case, with steady steps and firm eyes. Different from her past image in the struggle, Sophia is now wearing a neat black operator special service uniform, and the red Administration epaulettes are the same as other operators

, but still makes her look different.

As he watched, Sophia slowly walked towards the crowd from a distance and looked at himself.
Chapter completed!