Chapter 231:
There is a big event in the alliance field.
nearly.
But all the media and communications in the alliance all hoarse their voices, as if nothing happened.
"Today's alliance adjusted the temperature to 20.5 degrees Celsius, slightly lower than the usual temperature, please alliance residents to reduce travel to prevent illness..."
The man in the suit turned off the radio tremblingly, put on his glasses, opened the narrow door, and looked up at the distant sky and the central city surrounded by tall buildings.
In order to be closer to the central city, in order to one day be able to enter the NB company to work, he saved money and bought this small house in the nearest civilian neighborhood - more bluntly, it was piled up like a honeycomb A stretched nest in a slum.
Today is the last day of the residency period, he will be swept out of the house if he can't get a payment or a sufficient amount of identity mortgage. From a "resident" to a "wanderer", and the last destination of the wanderer in the alliance field - the man with glasses shivered.
He is a clerk at the consultation office. He has received saviors who are dressed in fine clothes as soon as they come in, and he has also seen those insignificant aborigines being silently "handled". If possible, he also wants to be a savior, even if he sacrifices his life, at least he can be a master for a while... Confused thoughts rush in his mind, and with a bang, the man with glasses is awakened by the thunder outside.
The broadcast may be broken, it will automatically open again without receiving the command, and start playing a new announcement:
"There will be storms and heavy rainfall in some areas of the Union today. For the sake of residents' safety, many air traffic routes will be cancelled. Residents are requested to stay at home and wait for the weather to clear..."
With the announcement of the broadcast, thunder rolled down, and the sky fell with pea-sized raindrops and hail, hitting the crumbling windows and walls.
The man with glasses shrank his neck, his face was even paler, so that he couldn't even hold the communicator in his hand. He swallowed his saliva and opened his mouth mechanically: "Hello, I'm the clerk of the consulting office who submitted my resume before. You said that when the performance is completed, I can be promoted to NB Company and become your regular employee..."
What was said on the communicator, the glasses man couldn't hear clearly. Lightning and thunder exploded unceremoniously in the slum, his brain was buzzing, desperately trying to seize the last chance: "I have a resume and a report! I can go over now, and the scene will be handed over to you... Please give me Is there a chance?"
The phone was hung up, the man with glasses shivered, picked up the briefcase and the keys of the aircraft, and squeezed out the rain that almost knocked people off.
“NB Company, NB Company…”
He muttered to himself, not even noticing that he ran into someone head-on. The other party was not doing well, but he flew several meters away, and finally found the glasses that fell and put them on. The glasses man fought a huge cold war.
Not because of the time wasted, but because of the two people in front of me.
Glasses man did not know how the player came to the slum, let alone in this special period. He stepped back a little timidly, for fear of being angered.
?"
"Know, know."
He nodded and watched the two players hurriedly leave, disappearing into the depths of the densely packed poor den, the man in glasses wanted to get up and continue walking, but found that the sky had darkened at some point.
A darker black than the dark clouds covered the sky, and with the roar hidden among the lightning and thunder, an ominous luster was faintly revealed in the clouds.
come.
Screams, cries, energy slams, and the loud noise of buildings bursting and collapsing, the icy beam of light penetrated the civilian area, turning all life in its path to ashes. The frantic scolding and counterattacks of the players seemed to open a gap in the rainstorm, but in the end they were still outnumbered, and soon they were silent.
After an unknown amount of time, the man with glasses slowly crawled out dragging his unconscious knees. The former blocks and houses have become a barren ruin, and machines belonging to the Alliance descend from the clouds. The uniformed inspectors came out and used machines to contain the players' corpses.
The voice on the other side of the indicator continued to issue instructions: "Be sure to maintain more than 90% integrity, these [tinder] bodies are very useful for research..."
The remaining aboriginal people sparsely crawled out from the broken buildings, some holding their children, some trying to escape - the direction of running is of course not the central city, the bottom layer like them without identity authentication Civilians will be directly shot to death as soon as they enter the main city.
Singing and dancing in the prosperity of propaganda in the field of the Alliance has never been their ideal homeland.
The Ombudsman asks the indicator: "What about these civilians?"
There was no hesitation, even a little impatient: "Clear all."
"The death of these numbers of residents will lead to the production of a large amount of radiant energy. It is difficult for the number of fires under our current control to be fully filled and purified."
"Then block off the area, as long as the security of Canterlot is guaranteed."
"Yes."
Block, block...
The glasses man shuddered, and at the same moment he realized the ending, desperately ran out, trying to climb onto the aircraft to escape this area.
It's too late.
The man in glasses stared at the barrier. Behind the barrier were rows of tall buildings, countless expensive aircraft and survival resources, and a future that mankind was proud of.
He seemed to suddenly remember something.
I don't know how long ago, he seemed to be one of them, living in the central city with abundant resources, watching the saviors land in batches, watching the alliance field gradually become rich and grow.
Then... what happened? The old messiahs are gone, and new ones will keep filling in. No one knows why, just like no one cares what the world is like outside the realm of the Alliance. He didn't care either, until he came to the end of his life, when he was horrified to discover...
It turned out that they were just one member of this cycle of petri dishes.
The buzzing returned to quiet after a few seconds, and batches of aircraft and fleets re-hidden under the clouds, and there was no sign of life in the blurred area.
***
"The monster is coming again, and our last safe stronghold will not be able to hold..."
"Evacuate, all evacuate!"
Under the dark yellow sky, a row of figures carrying supplies were fighting and retreating. In front of them, the dense sea of insects became more and more clear, and the whole ground was shaking.
"Evacuate? Where to evacuate? Do you want to go back to the base station?"
One of them suddenly dropped his backpack, grabbed the person who wanted to run and shouted: "That is the last base station in the north! Do you know how many ordinary people are in the base station? Tens of thousands! The sea of worms passed them. A dead end!"
"You calm down too." The person next to him pushed him away, "If we die here, all the information collection in the past six months will fall short, and the people in the base station don't know anything, and finally Can you survive!"
"What then?"
"Don't be **** arguing! It's not about evacuation anymore. We're too late."
In tension, several people have already climbed to the top of the defensive wall, the old mechanism creaked and turned, and a sharp thorn rose on the ground, but everyone knew that this could not stop the insect tide for a few minutes, What's more, there are flying insects this time.
Everyone's heart is cold. A thought arises at the same time: Are you going to die here?
The first batch of highly toxic flying insects swooped down from the air, broke through the weak air defense, and knocked down a team member who had just had time to fire. He lost his balance in a panic and fell to the defensive wall. , there is only an endless sea of hungry worms on the ground.
The team members closed their eyes in despair, the pain and darkness they imagined had not yet come, but there seemed to be a sound of breaking the air, and the filth that the poisonous insects had been cut off sprayed all over their faces.
He opened his eyes, only to see the silver electric current brushing across his skin, before the neural reaction speed was recognized, the electric current had been connected into a silver net and pressed to the ground, At the place, the sea of worms was broken into ashes without any resistance.
"Doomsday."
As if someone whispered such a sentence, the man fell on the corpse of the worm, and he got up without any care. The sight in front of him made his breathing stop for a moment—
.
The hand holding them is slender and well-proportioned, faintly surrounded by electricity, the owner of the hand is wearing a cloak, and after taking it off, it is a girl's face.
"Hello."
"Abilities, that's a good name."
Tang Xiao jumped down lightly, "Is that what those people who have come to help you call themselves?"
She stroked lightly in the air, and a strange golden data emerged from the air, and disappeared after being entered.
"No, now that the north-south passage has been cut off, it is impossible for those with abilities to come... You are not a person with abilities, so who are you?"
Facing the suspicious and expecting gaze of the other party, Tang Xiao reached out and gestured: "Introduce myself, my name is Tang Xiao, come and see this world that was [saved] once."