Fellow Daoists, Would You Like To Buy Gatling?

   Chapter 597 589. Resistance? nonexistent

   "Ahem, your manuscript is really bad."

  In a certain room of the honeycomb-shaped slum on the Third Street of Xiacheng District, where weird buildings are pinched together, a plump fat man is being held against his head by several ray guns.

  He slowly stood up from the chaotic room, looked at the manuscript that was stuffed in his hand, and made a complaint at first, and then with the help of his great-bodied girlfriend, he started preparing for the broadcast.

  "Mr. John, please understand one thing, we don’t need your help to win this **** city."

  In this dark capsule room, Su, wearing a leather jacket and sunglasses, said indifferently to the fat man in front of him:

  "The reason why we found you is to reduce unnecessary casualties with your assistance. We did not fight back to this city to hurt our compatriots here.

  We are just to destroy the Immortal Society and bring a new look to the city.

  The chaotic wasteland needs a new order!

  At this point, a person like you should know better than anyone. "

   "Order?"

  Fatty John raised his head, as if he had heard a joke, the middle-aged man with a fairly flowing beard grinned a weird smile.

   said to the murderous counter-current mercenaries who were holding guns in front of him and surrounded him:

  "How long have I not heard this word? It's a magical experience. Ten years ago, I ran from the city of bliss to this remote rural area. I heard that there is still order in this small city.

  But after I came here, I was disappointed.

  This is no different from other cities in Wasteland.

  At that time, your black hands were ruling, but the city was as messy as it was. Later, immortality would seize power, turning this place into a **** hell.

  Then you played back again, this time regaining the golden sign of ‘order’ and declaring to me that you want to establish a new system. But in my opinion, the city is hopeless.

  The whole wasteland is hopeless.

  All of us have become in myths, those indulgences before the destruction of the world, hiding in a perfect paradise, letting the real world slide into a barren abyss.

  Our civilization is over! "

  This fat guy is obviously a cynical guy.

  He sat on the chair for broadcasting, and slapped his fiery young girlfriend's round buttocks very frivolously, which caused the latter to turn his head and glared at him.

  Damn it!

  There are others here, so converge!

  He was quite calm, as if the muzzles around him did not exist. He rubbed his fingers, recalling the touch just now.

   raised his head again, looking at the cruel Su in front of him with a wave of provocation, and shouted:

  "More than fifty years ago, when the first nuclear bomb was launched, our civilization was dead! Our parents survived to suffer!

  We are now surviving in this wasteland. Is this called life? Is this called alive?

  No, no, no.

  All the wasteland people are stupid! We are just pretending to maintain civilization, but we can't do anything! We are just a group of primitive people in the age of disaster.

  In addition to not fighting with stones and wood, what is the difference between us and primitive people?

  We are not as good as them.

  At least primitive people still know each other to help each other. The foundation of the wasteland world is long gone, and the people who are still alive are the last remnants of the civilization that was destroyed by our own hands.

  So, let me ask, how are you going to bring order in this tattered ruin? "

  This question is very acute.

  But it's hard to beat the elite soldiers of the upstream mercenary group in front of you.

  Because the large group leader and the second group leader are now on vacation in the Suffering Wood Realm, the counter-current mercenary group is temporarily in a state of suspension. After hearing that the Wasteland War had started, Su and the other Wasteland fighters immediately ran back to their hometown.

  They don’t want to miss this moment.

  After hearing the fat man’s question in front of him, Su waved his fingers and asked the companions beside him to put away their weapons. He took a step forward and took off his sunglasses.

  This young man, who was born in the wasteland and grew up in the wasteland, looked at the cynical fat man with his cold eyes.

  He answered seriously:

   "We will rebuild civilization brick by brick on the ruins of this civilization."

   "You can't do it! You don't even know what civilization is!"

  Fatty John yelled:

   "The old ladies who had seen the civilization before the nuclear war were all dying. Those of us who were born after the end of the world can only imitate the appearance of a civilization awkwardly based on the images of the past.

  But the fake is fake!

  We imitated a mess. Looking at the wasteland now, the six city-states have shaped cities according to their own understanding, but I want to spit out those things.

  Emma has seen the world before the nuclear war with her own eyes. She is a person who has experienced a peaceful era. No one knows what a real world is like better than her.

   But look at what she did on the wasteland?

  She turned the city into her testing ground, acting as if she and us are not the same species at all.

  People like her do so badly, how good can you do it?

  Admit it.

  After you came to power, you were nothing more than another wasteland warlord. You cannot change this city, nor can you change the world. "

   "Don't be so pessimistic, Mr. John."

  Su is not angry, he patted John on the shoulder very calmly and said:

  "We have seen with our own eyes what the normal world looks like. We have seen more than one. We understand the meaning of the word ‘order’ and how it works better than you.

  We have many friends who will help us accomplish this great thing.

  I don’t beg you to believe me now.

  You can see with your own eyes, I have enough confidence to wait, you will eventually become one of us willingly. Besides, the situation is so bad that it can't be broken anymore."

  Su smiled, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took one, and brought it to John’s mouth, took out a gem-encrusted lighter, and personally lit the enjoyment purchased from the world of MAGA for John.

  He said to the fat man in front of him:

  "Give us a little confidence, and it won’t let the wasteland fall into a worse situation. So, why not take a gamble?

  In addition, personally, I grew up listening to your radio programs.

  When you moved from the City of Bliss to the Free Citizen City, I also presented you flowers.

  I was a big fan of you.

   is just to satisfy a fan’s small request, come on, broadcast the ones we want to claim to this city and the world with your show.

  Let them hear this announcement. "

  Fatty John did not answer.

  He just stared at the lighter in Su's hand. On that exquisite lighter, there was a small photo inlaid with Su and a beautiful girl.

  Su wore a wasteland costume, trying hard to show a smile.

  But the smile on that weather-beaten face is awkward.

  The girl next to him is wearing a very old-fashioned dress that John has never seen before, and she has a pretty and charming hairstyle. She holds Su's waist with both hands.

  The smile on that white face is pure, joyful, and contagious.

  That is John's smile from the bottom of his heart that he has never seen in this wasteland that has lived for 30 to 40 years. The smiles of the two people in the photo are in sharp contrast.

   is like two worlds being mixed together, the perfect fusion of coldness and gentleness, without the slightest abruptness.

   "Who is she?"

  John spit out a smoke ring, pointed at the girl in the photo, and asked Su:

   "Is it your partner?"

  "She is my fiancée. She is waiting for me to fulfill my vows on this wasteland, waiting for me to fight the last battle for this world, and waiting for me to marry her when I no longer need to hold a weapon.

  Inherit her father’s shop and property, and live peacefully in her world. "

  Su stroked the photo on the lighter, with a touch of tenderness on his cold face, he whispered:

  "When I went to her world, I was a monster who didn't know what love was. At that time, I was a fighter machine shaped by the cruelty and indifference of our wasteland.

  It's that she didn't give up on me, it's that she has been waiting for me.

  It is her and that gentle world, who taught me what is truly beautiful and worth pursuing. There, I became a real warrior.

   is not for killing, not for snatching, not for malicious fighters.

  The current me, holding on to the weapon, is to save, to protect, to find those things that can calm my soul.

  I can proudly claim that I am not the same as the soldiers in this wasteland, and I am incompatible with them. The city in front of me was like a nightmare, but now it's time to wake up from the dream. "

  Su put away the lighter and returned to that cold posture.

  He personally put the connected broadcasting device in front of him into Fat John’s hand, and said in a gentle voice:

  "We can tolerate darkness, if we have not seen the light. But we have seen the light, the next thing to do is to upset this messy dark world.

  Welcome to join the Wasteland Salvation Army, Mr. John.

  It’s up to you to sound the horn of this battle. "

   "I still don't believe you."

  Fat John took the broadcasting device, took off the cigarette from his mouth, and rudely extinguished it in the ashtray next to him. He looked at Su and said suspiciously:

   "What other world, what civilized order, I seriously doubt that you are crazy. But as you said, the situation will not get worse anyway, right?"

  "Om"

  In the next instant, as Fat John pressed the button, his popular radio program throughout the city sounded on every radio station in Liberty Citizen City at a completely non-standard time.

  In the shelters deep underground, in the ears of the wasteland residents who are in fear of change, and above the heads of the gang members who are trying to resist.

  In the streets and alleys of the heavily armed Central District, in every capsule like a honeycomb.

  On the Tower of Immortality, in Emma’s laboratory

  With a piercing and violent sound of music, the fat man was a little lazy, with a slick voice, resounding through the entire Liberty Citizen City.

  "Good evening, Free Citizen City!

  I know what you are waiting for, mice in the wasteland, ha, but today there is no big lottery, no danger warning, and no one’s sweet-sounding Miss Alpha to announce the weather to you.

  Actually, I was forced to start the show at this time, because there were a few cruel hunks around me who pointed a gun at my head

  Next, I’m going to broadcast an important news, and let me listen to it, you guys who are afraid of change.

The messenger of the Black Hand Society told me a lot of messy things. I seriously suspect that their chip was damaged, turning them into a group of idealists.

  But I have to say that after getting tired of seeing the bad reality, occasionally listening to the promises of lunatics is not a bad experience.

  The black hands will tell me that they will bring order, light, and a new era to this hopeless city. They also arrogantly declare that they want to change the wasteland and change the world.

  I don’t know where their courage comes from.

but.

  I decided to believe them.

  Look around, brothers.

  The world has reached its worst moment. For us, no matter how bad the changes are, it is much better to live like a mouse than it is now.

  They didn’t expect you to take up guns and help them overthrow Emma’s old **** and her cruel immortal society.

  They know that you rats cannot do it.

  Their requirements are very simple, stay in the refuge honestly and don’t come out no matter what happens outside! Until everything comes to an end.

  Twenty minutes later, the black hand will launch a general attack on the city, and everyone who wanders on the streets will be treated as a target that must be eliminated!

  No matter who it is, whether you like or hate them, whether you resist or welcome them.

  Brothers, for your sake, stay in the refuge and don’t come out.

  In the dark, pray in the noisy fire. "

  Fat John stopped and glanced at Su beside him. He emphasized his tone and said on the radio:

  "Pray with hope and expectation. Maybe after tonight, everything will be different, just like the Dead Man Lotto we buy every week.

   squeeze out everything in his hand, hoping to win the first prize.

  This is a gamble.

  But we have nothing to lose.

  So, I’m going to stud first, my brothers are free. "

  (End of this chapter)