[Second Ring District·Ruzkebin Street·East Street] The closer to the center of the city of measurement, the more high-end the architectural style seems.

The areas around the city also tend to be a wasteland brown with mechanical flow. The further you go towards the center of the city, the more you move towards the cyber style with highly saturated tones. The difference in painting style is very obvious, like a world spliced ​​together from different dimensions.

Ruzkobin Street is a street inhabited by workers in the machinery manufacturing industry. After get off work, the workers always buy a few packs of cigarettes and gather together to chat and gossip. This is one of their few entertainment activities.

At this time, a group of workers who had just finished get off work and had not yet had time to take off their work clothes were leaning against the wall and smoking.

Their eyes are gloomy, their expressions are depressed, and there is no light in their eyes.

Standard dust-stained work clothes wrapped them into large and small khaki pillars. Except for their tall, short, fat and thin bodies, there seemed to be no difference between them. They were like a group of standard mechanical gears living in large machinery, which had been worn away.

It has become what it 'should' be.

The smoke from the cigarette is flying like the wind that has been snuffed out.

After a brief silence, someone spoke softly. "Wycliffe has given us an ultimatum." The speaker was a thin young man with a low-quality cigarette dangling from his thin lips: "You'd better hurry up as soon as possible."

make a choice."

"Field, do we have to give up our world to others?" Opposite him, a red-haired young man said angrily: "We must reject Wycliffe, we cannot become an accomplice to help him invade his homeland!"

The words of the red-haired young man were resounding, but they did not arouse any enthusiasm in the others.

This group of off-duty workers were still smoking, leaning against the wall, looking like they had lost all their muscles and bones. Most of them were silent, stroking the cigarette boxes in their hands. Field ignored the excited red-haired young man and looked at them with a pair of gray-brown eyes.

To others: "What do you think? Should you choose to join the [Portkey] organization, help him maintain it, and create a new future? Or...pretend not to hear anything, go back to your home, and continue to do it tomorrow. You guys are like

Numb work like gears?" "We really can't help him maintain his life!" Before the others could answer, the red-haired young man immediately said loudly: "This is our hometown - those existences in other dimensions will definitely be interested in him.

We are full of malice! If we surrender to him and join the traitor organization [Portkey], then we will let down the Lord of Akto who gave us this safe space! Without the Lord and the Dawn System, we would still be living in the 'Doomsday City'

Here, we are being teased like monkeys in a circus... We cannot be ungrateful!"

His words were impassioned, but they still did not arouse people's blood.

Others looked at each other, some showed hesitation on their faces, some sighed slightly, some blinked and looked away.

Most of them are adults between the ages of 20 and 40. They are no longer as innocent and passionate as young men and can see the current facts clearly.

...They are tired of this kind of life.

There is no future, no hope, no room for promotion, and life is as dull as dead water. Always keep your emotions stable. You must not get angry, or even be too happy or sad. You must stay calm and insensitive, otherwise you will be easily detected [emotional overload]

】, was imprisoned in a shelter.

The output of food is decreasing year by year, while the weight of work is increasing year by year.

The urban population is growing explosively, but the number of suitable jobs is decreasing day by day...

Their health is getting worse and worse, but they can only stay in this city forever. They can't see the outside scenery, and they can't even step out of their own area. They get up, work, eat, and sleep like prisoners...

tired.

They are tired of this kind of life.

People are not machines or gears. They will be angry, desperate, dissatisfied, and...rebellious.

Why can some people be judged as ‘high personality people’?

Why are they just ordinary Type Twos?

- Why can some people be excluded as “inferior personalities”?

Who set this standard? Is the Dawn System absolutely fair? The person who created the Dawn System, the person who set these rules, that Asa Acto, those Central City assistants Qin Shaoli, Treya, Cheng...

Don’t they have any selfish desires or seek profit?

While these people are working diligently, what are those people living in Central City doing? Are they enjoying the blessings that they have worked hard for all their lives?

—Is it necessary for them to hand over their lives to the Dawn System and the Central City group for free?

People have selectively forgotten who transformed the hellish ‘Doomsday City’ into today’s ‘City of Measurement’.

All they know is that they need more.

In addition to survival, there is also equality and freedom.

Next to him, Field, who was smoking, dusted off his cigarette and said in a solemn tone:

"...Everyone, we just don't want this life to continue. Are we wrong?

We are not wrong, this world should have changed long ago.

Our talents are accurately quantified and classified by machines, just like commodities are stuffed into jobs. As long as we are judged as "unsuitable", it is difficult to change our situation even if we exhaust all our efforts - can we only passively accept it?

All of this?

Our lives are arranged in circles by a dawn system. Whatever it asks us to do in our lives, we must do in our lives. Is such a silent and desperate life worth everything we have to do to maintain it?

Is it wrong to fight for your own life, your own freedom, and your own tomorrow? We have done nothing wrong. We need to change such an unchanging world! This world is sick! "

He dropped the cigarette in his hand to the ground with a "pop", raised his feet, and his thick-soled leather boots crushed the spark of the cigarette butt:

"If we want to change this world controlled by the Dawn System, we can only rely on the power of his dimension!

Human beings are now like pigs and dogs, huddled in the "Safe Zone" which is only one-tenth of their original homeland, giving up nine-tenths of the land to space turbulence and mutated creatures.

This one-tenth of survival resources cannot support so many people! If this continues, do you think your children will live a better life? No! It will only get worse from generation to generation, because we have consumed their future

It’s over!

The City of Measurement is not a beautiful world at all. It is barbaric and dead. We need more land, more freedom, more...change!

For the sake of this world, don’t you even have the consciousness to bear the infamy? We must rely on the power of Tawei to destroy the damn Dawn System and kill the instigator Asa Acto!!”

With a sound of "Bang!", Field, who was still calling loudly, jerked his head to the side, and a bullet grazed the brim of his hat.

Others exclaimed and backed away. The angry red-haired young man had already taken out his pistol and pointed the gun at Field. "You are definitely not Field!" The red-haired young man raised his pistol and shouted loudly: "Field is definitely not himself.

You can’t say such a thing! He will never betray the Lord of Akto City!”

"No, I am Field." Field raised his hands, straightened the brim of his hat, and faced the gun without any panic. His eyes gradually showed bright red lines: "In other words, I have accepted that he is defending

'The Fields."

The red-haired young man took a step back, his arms holding the gun trembling.

"Stop resisting. In fact, the Dawn system has acquiesced to our actions." The strange bright red in Field's eyes shone brighter: "Otherwise, with its monitoring capabilities, we who have Dawn chips on our bodies would have been arrested long ago. Or there may be someone else.

It is possible that the Dawn system has also been invaded by 'Tavi', and it is unable to deal with us."

A drop of sweat appeared on the forehead of the red-haired young man: "Field, tell me honestly, how many people in the measurement city today have accepted 'Tavi' like you?"

If not only the invading spatial turbulence in the [Danger Zone], but also human beings themselves can be invaded silently... then today's cities,

It's simply a giant sieve.

The world is already in danger.

The red-haired young man had noticed that the workers around him had bright red and strange lights in their eyes.

It turns out that these people have already fallen.

He himself turned out to be the only sober person.

"There are many...many people who have taken refuge in Tawei." Field said with a smile: "There are more people than you can imagine."

"You are just like this, betraying the Lord of Akto who has saved you for generations?" the red-haired young man asked.

"That's just a thing of the past. We are grateful to Dr. Akto for standing up and establishing the City of Surveying in the past, but that's all." Field said lightly: "Now, our survival needs have been met, the only thing left is

A higher level, spiritual and free needs. He cannot satisfy us in this regard, so he should be overthrown - as a person in power, in order to set an example, he should die."

"...ungrateful, greedy and stupid! You are so stupid!" The red-haired young man seemed to be so angry that his whole body was shaking.

"Tell me your answer, Anto, you are my friend, that's why I will tell you so much. If you choose to join the [Portkey] organization,

I can help you get the resources to become stronger. If you don't join, I will have no choice but to kill you in order to silence you." A bright red fire appeared around Field's body - this was incompatible with this world and came from his dimension.

magical power.

Seeing this, the red-haired young man suddenly put away his gun, and his body no longer trembled with excitement.

"Okay, thank you for the information." The originally angry tone of the red-haired young man suddenly became extremely calm.

Field was stunned for a moment, and the next moment, a very fast golden light suddenly pierced his forehead.

"You" Blood poured out of Field's mouth, and he fell down with disbelief on his face.

The red-haired young man withdrew the golden light on his fingers and looked at the workers who were screaming and running away.

The next moment, several rays of golden light fell from the sky like falling meteors, accurately piercing the heads of the workers and pinning them to the ground. The blood spread and the bodies fell to the ground.

The red-haired young man took back his hand.

"It seems that the Dawn System is indeed in trouble. It made such a big noise and didn't send anyone to arrest me. I don't have to worry about being monitored by it all the time." He retracted his hand: "This group of betrayers have turned their backs on the world. No matter what high-sounding reasons are used, the faces are so ugly. In Praia, the group of servile people who yearn for the outside world are just as disgusting."

On his shoulder, a looming shadow remained silent for a moment, then said: "In our land, there are also such people who are focused on the outside."

The red-haired young man glanced at the shadow.

"This reminds me of a saying..."It doesn't matter how many bluebirds you shoot, but remember, it is a sin to kill a robin - the robin only sings to us and does no evil. They don’t eat flowers, fruits and vegetables in people’s gardens, and they don’t make nests in corn barns. They just sing for us sincerely.]” The red-haired young man smiled: “These people, they are trying to kill a knowledge of the city of measurement.” Mockingbird—Asa Actor."

Shadow replied: "The sentence you said is a famous sentence from the world where Su Mingan lives?"

"He recommended a lot of books to me." The red-haired young man... Su Lin dusted off the cigarette ashes on his body and stepped on the blood on the ground.

He raised his head and looked into the sky, and suddenly saw a helicopter flying over the tall buildings in the city.

The helicopter was flying crookedly, as if it might crash at any time.

"Bang!" In the cabin, the deputy leader of the Eagle Dog, Kaskinen Philo, fired a shot at Su Mingan, like a declaration of war.

"Cang!" On the wheelchair, Su Mingan's defensive shield instantly stretched out.

Su Ming'an is now in the shadow state, with a total of 3140 mana points, so the value of this wheelchair defense shield is 31400 points, and the defense power is extremely terrifying. "Why are you so dissatisfied with me?" Su Ming'an stared into Philo's deep eyes: "Is it possible to just surrender to him like a traitor?

In order to satisfy your so-called vision of achieving ‘freedom’?”

...What is the difference between the thinking of this group of people and those of Edward and others? They are just working against others for their own selfish desires, but they claim to be bright and righteous.

"The decision between right and wrong is left to future generations to comment on." Philo said calmly: "As for you, just die here."
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