Chapter 595: Resistance? There is no such thing
"Ahem, your manuscript is really badly written."
In a room on Third Street in the downtown area, in a honeycomb-like slum made up of strange buildings, a fat man was having several ray guns pointed at his head.
He stood up reluctantly from the messy room, looked at the manuscript that was forced into his hands, complained at first, and then, with the help of his girlfriend who had a great figure, began to prepare for the broadcast.
"Mr. John, please understand one thing. We don't really need your help to take this damn city."
In this dark capsule room, Su, wearing a leather jacket and sunglasses, said to the fat man in front of him in a cold tone:
"We found you because we hope to reduce unnecessary casualties with your help. We fought back into this city not to hurt our compatriots here.
We just want to wipe out the Eternal Life Society and bring a new look to this city.
The chaotic wasteland needs new order!
Someone like you should understand this better than anyone else."
"order?"
Fat John looked up, and as if he had heard a joke, this middle-aged man with a long, flowing beard gave a weird grin.
He said to the countercurrent mercenaries who were surrounding him with guns in hand and full of murderous intent:
"How long has it been since I last heard this word? What a magical experience. Ten years ago, I ran from the City of Bliss to this remote place just because I heard that there was still order in this small town.
But when I came here, I was greatly disappointed.
This place is no different from any other city in the wasteland.
At that time, your Black Hand Society was still in power, but the city was still in chaos. Later, the Eternal Life Society seized power and turned this place into a damn hell.
Then you came back again, this time with the golden sign of "order", and declared to me that you would establish a new system. But in my opinion, this city is beyond salvation.
The whole wasteland is beyond redemption.
All of us have become the happy rats in the myth before the world was destroyed, hiding in a perfect paradise and 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 broadcasting chair and frivolously patted his hot young girlfriend's round butt, causing the latter to turn around and glare at him.
Damn it!
There are other people here, please calm down!
He was very calm, as if the gun muzzles pointed at him did not exist. He rubbed his fingers, savoring the feeling just now.
He raised his head again, looked at the cold Su in front of him with a hint of provocation, and shouted:
"More than fifty years ago, when the first nuclear bomb was launched, our civilization was already doomed! Our parents lived just to suffer!
We are now living in this wasteland. Is this called living? Is this called being alive?
No no no.
All wastelanders are idiots! We are just pretending to maintain civilization, but we can't do anything! We are just a group of primitive people in the disaster era .
What is the difference between us and primitive people, except that we don't use stones and wood to fight?
We are not as good as them.
At least primitive people still know how to help each other... The foundation of the wasteland world has long been gone, and those who are still alive are the last remnants of the civilization that was destroyed by our own hands.
So let me ask you, how do you plan to bring order to this shabby ruin?"
This question is very sharp.
But it was not a problem for the elite warriors of the Countercurrent Mercenary Group before them.
Because the chief and second chief were both on vacation in Kumu Realm, the Countercurrent Mercenary Group was temporarily suspended. After hearing that the Wasteland War had begun, Su and other wasteland warriors immediately ran back to their hometown.
They didn't want to miss this moment.
After hearing the question from the fat man in front of him, Su waved his finger and asked his companions to put away their weapons. He stepped forward and took off his sunglasses.
This young man, who was born and raised in the wasteland, looked at the cynical fat man in front of him with his cold eyes.
He answered seriously:
"We will rebuild civilization brick by brick from the ruins of this civilization."
"You can't do this! You don't even know what civilization is!"
Fat John yelled:
"Those old men and women who witnessed the civilization before the nuclear war are almost all dead. Those of us who were born after the apocalypse can only clumsily imitate the form of a civilization based on those past images.
But fake is fake!
Our imitation was a mess. Look at the wasteland now. The six city-states have shaped cities according to their own understanding, but those things make me want to vomit.
Emma had seen the world before the nuclear war with her own eyes. She was someone who had experienced peacetime, and no one knew better than her what the real world was like.
But look at what she did in the wasteland?
She's turned this city into her testing ground, acting like she and we are not even the same species.
People like her do so badly, how much better can you do?
Admit it.
Once you come to power, you will just be another wasteland warlord. You can't change this city, and you can't change the world."
"Don't be so pessimistic, Mr. John."
Sue was not angry. He patted John on the shoulder very calmly and said:
"We have seen what a 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 do.
We have many friends who will help us accomplish this great thing.
I don't ask you to believe me now.
You can see with your own eyes. I have enough confidence that you will eventually become one of us willingly. Besides, the situation is already as bad as it can be..."
Su smiled, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took out one, and put it to John's mouth. He then took out a jewel-encrusted lighter and personally lit this delicacy purchased from MAGA World for John.
He said to the fat man in front of him:
"Give us a little confidence, and the wasteland won't be in a worse situation. So why not take a chance?
Also, on a personal note, I grew up listening to your radio show.
I gave you flowers when you moved from Elysium to Free Citizen City.
I used to be your big fan.
Just consider it as fulfilling a fan's small request. Come on, broadcast what we want to say to this city and the world through your show.
Let them hear this announcement.”
Fat John made no reply.
He just stared at the lighter in Su's hand. On the exquisite lighter, there was a small photo embedded. The photo was a picture of Su and a beautiful girl.
Su was wearing a wasteland outfit and trying hard to smile.
But the smile on that weather-beaten face looked awkward no matter how you looked at it.
The girl next to him was wearing a very ancient-style long dress that John had never seen before, and had a very beautiful and charming hairstyle. She held Su's waist with both hands.
The smile on that fair face is pure, joyful, and contagious.
It was a smile from the bottom of John's heart, a smile that he had never seen before in this wasteland where he had lived for thirty or forty years. The smiles of the two people in the photo formed a sharp contrast.
It's like two worlds are mixed together, coldness and tenderness are perfectly blended without the slightest abruptness.
"She... who is she?"
John blew out a smoke ring, pointed at the girl in the photo, and asked Sue:
"Is that your partner?"
"She is my fiancée. She is waiting for me to fulfill my vows to this wasteland, waiting for me to finish my last battle for this world, waiting for me to marry her when I no longer need to hold a weapon.
Inherit her father's shop and property, and live a peaceful life in her own world."
Su stroked the photo on the lighter, a hint of tenderness appeared on his cold face, and he said softly:
"When I went to her world, I was a monster who didn't know what love was. At that time, I was a fighting machine shaped by the cruelty and indifference of our wasteland.
It was she who didn't give up on me, it was she who kept waiting for me.
It was she and that gentle world that taught me what is truly beautiful and worth pursuing. There, I became a true warrior.
A warrior who fights not to kill, not to rob, and not out of malice.
Now, I hold my weapon tightly in order to save, to protect, and to find things that can bring peace to my soul.
I can proudly declare that I am different from the warriors in this wasteland. I don't fit in with them. This city is like a nightmare, but now it's time to wake up. "
Su put away the lighter and returned to his cold attitude.
He personally put the connected broadcasting device in front of him into Fat John's hands and said in a literary manner:
“We can endure darkness if we have not seen the light. But we have seen the light, and what we need to do next is to turn this messy dark world upside down.
Welcome to the Wasteland Salvation Army, Mr. John.
It is up to you to blow the horn of this battle."
"I still don't believe you."
Fat John took the broadcasting device, took the cigarette from his mouth, and roughly put it out in the ashtray next to him. He looked at Su and said suspiciously:
"What other worlds, what civilized order? I seriously suspect that you have gone crazy. But... as you said, the situation can't get any worse, right?"
"Buzz"
The next moment, as Fat John pressed the button, his radio program, which was popular throughout the city, sounded on every radio station in Free Citizen City at a completely non-standard time.
In those shelters deep underground, in the ears of wasteland residents who are terrified by the changes, and above the heads of gang members who are trying to resist.
In the streets and alleys of the fully armed central district, in every honeycomb-like capsule room.
In the Tower of Immortality, in Emma's laboratory...
Along with a piece of harsh and exciting music, the fat man's lazy and slightly oily voice echoed throughout the Free Citizen City.
"Good evening, Free Citizen City!
I know what you're all waiting for, rats of the wasteland, ha, but there's no lottery today, no danger alerts, and no sweet-voiced Miss Alpha to give you a weather report.
In fact, I was forced to do the show at this time because there were a few cold-blooded tough guys around me, pointing guns at my head...
Next, here's an important piece of news. Listen up, you guys who are afraid of change.
The Black Hand's emissaries told me a lot of nonsense, and I seriously suspect that their chips were damaged, turning them into a bunch of idealistic idiots.
But I have to say that after getting tired of the bad reality, occasionally listening to the promises of crazy people is not a bad experience.
Black Hand would tell me that they would bring order, light, and a new era to this hopeless city. They also arrogantly declared that they would change the wasteland and change the world.
I don't know where they get the courage from.
but……
I decided to believe them.
Look around, guys.
The world has reached its worst moment. For us, no matter how bad the changes are, it will be much better than living like mice now.
They don't expect you to pick up guns and help them overthrow that old bitch Emma and her murderous Immortal Society.
They know you rats can't do it.
Their request was simple: stay in the shelter honestly, no matter what happened outside, don't come out! Until everything is over.
Twenty minutes later, Black Hand will launch a general attack on the city, and all people wandering the streets will be targeted and must be eliminated!
No matter who they are, whether you like them or hate them, whether you resist them or welcome them.
Brothers, for the sake of your lives, stay in the shelter and don't come out.
Pray in the darkness, amid the noise of gunfire."
Fat John paused, glanced at Su beside him, and said in a more serious tone on the radio:
"Pray with hope and expectation. Maybe after tonight, everything will be different, just like the dead lottery we buy every week...
Bet everything you have, hoping to win the jackpot.
It's a gamble.
But we have nothing to lose.
So, I'll go all in first, and you guys can do whatever you want."
