People from everywhere came out one by one and headed in the same direction.
It was all gray and black in color, and it felt like a lot of zombies wandering to the same destination, or like a lot of ants, all heading for food.
The five people followed this "crowd" that was as slow as a zombie and drifted to a certain place.
"Get in line, get in line, or you'll be disqualified."
A voice kept coming from the speaker on one side.
At this time, the people who had been fighting, including the gangsters, were all lined up neatly, and no one dared to jump in line.
The queue is already very long.
There should be thousands of people in this area.
I don’t know if there are still people in other areas.
Because it is surrounded by high-rise buildings, it is difficult to see how big the city is.
From the beginning of the queue, there were heavily armed people standing by and watching the people lining up.
They were all dressed in pitch-black uniforms and jet-black explosion-proof helmets, and they all held long, sleek guns in their hands.
Sneijder whispered in Cheng Qianxun's ear: "It feels like being in prison."
It really didn't feel good, so she could only say softly: "At least we don't have to fight for food with a group of mobs."
Sneijder nodded in approval.
Even a child here might be a thief.
What we have seen along the way is that except for distributing food, these uniformed and gun-wielding personnel who do not know what to do will not show up at all.
It seems that these people living on the ground are left to fend for themselves. self-destruction.
I heard a uniformed person in front of me saying to a person in a serious and affirmative voice: "You can't collect it if you don't come.
Tell me the address, or we will send someone to follow you, and the person will be taken to the hospital.
Get treatment and There’s plenty of food to take care of.”
Isn't it great to take care of food, housing, and medical care?
I don't know who muttered: "Come on, you will die if you go.
There are a few people who come back alive."
The kid in the other team blinked at them.
He stuck his throat and pretended to have a slightly deeper voice as an adult: "In the past, all I cared about was eating, not medical treatment, and all I could do was die."
Some people still started whispering to each other.
It seems that some people sent to the hospital even died from poisonous injections.
"Who, who is spreading rumors and slandering?"
a uniformed officer nearby yelled angrily, and suddenly picked up the gun in his hand.
The dark long gun emitted a sound similar to the frequency of electromagnetic waves: "Anyone who dares to slander national policies and laws will be shot."
"Don't do this" one shouted.
He seems to be the head.
He raised his hand to put down the gun, put his hands behind his back, and said with great courage: "Most of the people sent here are seriously ill patients.
Some terminally ill people, in order to alleviate their pain, euthanasia is performed with their permission.
I believe it is better.
Some people who have recovered have returned to you.
Not only are they not lighter, but they are even heavier than before, right?
Now you don’t do anything all day long, and you can receive two meals a day for free.
Feel ashamed, it is the people above who are feeding you.
There are many people who were like you before and are now in the middle or even high levels, so you should work hard to become a useful person instead of a little parasite on the ground.
Bugs, live on charity.
If you don’t see it, there is a registration nearby.
Anyone who is willing to work can come and register, and we will allocate suitable jobs to you.
Otherwise, just shut up and don’t complain that other people’s charity is not good enough.”
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This man was extremely tall, a head taller than the already tall uniformed personnel.
The tone and voice of the speech are soft and persuasive.
People should work, work, and support themselves with their own hands.
What's more important is that what should show his official title and status on his shoulders is not ordinary people's stripes, but more complicated star flowers.
Cheng Qianxun and his teammates winked.
This was an opportunity.
They had to leave here and go up.
The teammates had the same idea, so the five of them left the team and started to go to the so-called professional registration room with a simple wooden table next to it, where uniformed personnel were sitting, and walked past the crowd.
Everyone looked at them in surprise and walked over to the kid.
The kid didn't move away.
He raised his head and whispered to them: "Either you go to a poisonous mine, or you have to do twelve hours of exhausting work every day."
"Thank you."
She stretched out her hand, helped the kid's shoulder, and then continued to move forward.
After getting closer, the registration officer who was sitting there, holding on to his helmet and trying not to doze off, was probably a little surprised.
He slowly straightened up, and the man with the gun next to him pointed the gun at them: "Stop, what do you want to do?"
Sneijder smiled and said: "If you feel inspired, come and register."
Cheng Qianxun followed up even more flatteringly: "After listening to your words, I am deeply touched.
People should support themselves."
Rudolf added: "It is not a man who is willing to serve the country and become a useful person to live an ignoble existence, even if he wants to die."
"There are really people who came to sign up."
The registrar sitting behind the desk turned to the extremely tall person and said: "Still...
Ahem, you are still awesome.
The last person to sign up was two years ago.
After signing up, I immediately regretted it.”
Of course the cough was not really a sore throat, it was probably because he almost told the other person's origin.
Maybe today is a good time to at least get out of here.
Otherwise, how would you know what's up there, and you wouldn't be able to find out about the so-called destruction of mankind.
"Okay, give me your ID card."
The registrar picked up a board on the table and clicked it.
Rudolph reacted very quickly: "It was stolen."
"Dropped it," Gordon replied.
"I accidentally fell into the sewer."
Regel said.
Sneijder concluded: "Just kidding, you can still keep things here."
There was a roar of laughter all around, and of course most of the people laughing were thieves.
The registrar looked up at them: "Why have I never seen you before?"
The dark helmet was always facing them, and it was not clear who his eyes were facing: "There is no data of yours in the computer library."
"We don't know."
Rudolph replied: "Maybe there was a computer glitch, or maybe it was missed in the census.
We just want to get out of here, and we have the ability."
"Really?"
The registrar hesitated for a moment.
After seeing the people standing in front of him thoroughly, he couldn't help but admire: "Don't tell me, you are different.
The figures of the three guys...especially the tallest one, you can tell without scoring. , Definitely Class A.
Is there something wrong with your IQ?"
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Damn, it feels like we are back to the racial scoring system during World War II.
Reger wanted to say, "There's something wrong with your IQ," but he couldn't be arrogant at this moment.
He was still very humble and said: "Thank you, I will work hard to continue to make everyone happy."
"They are very polite.
How can these unscrupulous people have such accomplishments?
But there is nothing, this..."
The registrar still had a good impression of them.
He looked sideways at the very tall person next to him.
He should be Ask for advice.
This extremely tall man came over, walked down the steps, and walked up to them.
That aura is absolutely compelling.
He is indeed very tall.
After wearing high boots and a helmet, he is even taller than Regel.
His body was extremely straight, with the style of generations of soldiers, and he was extremely handsome.
His voice came from the helmet: "Then tell me your name, age, address, and what you will order."
"We don't have a house.
We all get together and sleep wherever there is room."
Rudolf replied calmly: "As the days go by, I forget my age.
My name is Rudolf.
I can do everything a person can do, except that I can't be like a woman."
Have a baby."
"He" many people laughed, his tone was too arrogant.
This extremely tall man pressed the button on the side of the helmet lightly with his fingers, and the prototype black shield on the front of the helmet shrank up with a swish, revealing his face.
Suddenly, many people standing close to him shouted, he was so handsome.
Even if the mask covers his entire head and only his face is exposed, you can still see that this person is extremely handsome.
Not to mention his height, his snow-white skin, tall nose, thin red lips, and dark blue eyes are as bottomless as the sea on a cloudy day.
As soon as he saw his face, Cheng Qianxun felt as if he had seen him before.
"Give me the gun."
He raised his hand, and the person next to him immediately handed over the gun in a well-trained manner.
He put the gun on the table: "Mr.
Everything, take it apart and put it back together."
How is this possible?
This is the future.
I have never seen this kind of gun.
How can it be disassembled?
"I don't know how."
Rudolph said calmly before the other party could sneer coldly: "Ask your people to disassemble and reassemble it, and I will know how to do it."
"You lied and didn't make a draft?"
the registrar scolded him first: "I've never seen anyone as arrogant as you.
I registered for you.
Go to the front to get your meal first.
After the meal, go to the mine."
Rudolf didn't pay any attention to this man, but looked at this extremely handsome man with a sinister gaze without moving.
This is the head
"Okay."
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The man was finally enlightened by Rudolph's unavoidable gaze.
Could this man be really powerful?
He raised his gloved hand: "Disassemble and show him."
"Wait a minute."
Rudolph said with a contemptuous smile: "Set up the time."
"It's still time."
The registrar was a little annoyed: "Are you kidding?
You low-level bug, do you know who he is?
Yes..."
"Timer."
The man interrupted his subordinate's words and smiled slightly: "In the worst case, just treat it as a joke and have fun."
"Okay."
The registrar raised his wrist angrily.
There was a watch-like device on it: "Please remember to at least disassemble and assemble it.
Otherwise, you will be charged with contempt for the country, teasing public servants, and being removed from the coal mine."
Go to the sulfur mines."
Rudolph looked at the man who came to get the gun and reminded him: "Try to be quick, it doesn't matter."
The man didn't say a word, picked up the gun, and when the registrar gave the order "Start," he quickly started disassembling it.
Although he was not as fast as Rudolph in disassembling and assembling the gun, it was still very good.
After he dismantled it and placed it on the table, he slapped the table with both hands and made a "pop" sound to indicate that he had dismantled it all, and then quickly reassembled it. .
When taking another picture of the table, the registrar's finger also pressed the button of the watch: "Okay, three minutes and fifteen seconds
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