Gao Wu: I inherited the evil organization in the game

Chapter 570 The Fart from Upper City is Coming
A single lamp lit up the small room.

The freelance media man [Gravehead Old Tree]'s fingertips tapped frantically on the keyboard, and the room was filled with the cheap aroma of instant coffee and the metallic smell of overheated electronic equipment.

The blue light from the dusty old monitor reflected a morbid excitement on his bloodshot eyes.

He has no talent for martial arts, dropped out of the college entrance examination, was born and raised in District 9, and is a genuine blank citizen.

He has never killed anyone, and has never even picked up a knife, but his knives are not sharp. The keyboard controlled by his ten fingers is his knife.

Every word he typed was a move of his sword and a bullet he shot into the flesh and blood of his enemy.

Since he met that person, he has been doing very well over the years, and this time is no exception.

[Old Tree on the Grave] stared at the screen intently, with flickering words reflected in his pupils. It was an unfinished manuscript, and the title read:

Air Tax: Farts in Uptown, Shackles in Downtown

"Is the air in the upper city sweet? Can breathing it prolong your life?"

He grinned with his cracked lips, and his nails scraped on the keyboard, making a harsh sound.

"Bullshit! If the breath exhaled by the gentlemen in the upper city is released through their huge butts, it can only have one smell - fart smell!"

"Of course, considering that the upper city guys eat well, sleep well, and are healthier, Lao Shu must admit that from a scientific point of view, their farts smell a little fresher than our lower city guys' farts."

The text of [The Old Tree on the Grave] is sharp and sarcastic, like a doctor's scalpel, tearing open the hypocritical veil of the government's recent propaganda.

Yes, the Executive Yuan has recently been bombarding various television stations with propaganda about how pure the air in Upper Town is, how rich in "life factors" it is, and how just breathing it can prolong one's life.

It was then announced that the Upper City Council had decided to open the "air circulation system" to allow the air from the Upper City to flow into the Lower City, allowing people in the Lower City to breathe air from the same world.

Look how good the publicity is.

Countless people in the downtown area believed it and were eagerly waiting for it. Many even lined up in the hospital to undergo surgery to "expand lung capacity."

The purpose is to wait for the air emissions from the upper city to be released so that they can breathe more than others every day, as if in this way they can really live a little longer than others as advertised on TV.

In addition, the Executive Yuan suddenly showed mercy and announced that it would completely abolish the blank citizen system, and would gradually re-register the files of all blank citizens to grant them sacred citizenship.

Even though he was only the lowest-ranking F-class citizen, he attracted countless clapping and praise from the blank citizens, who told one another and rushed to line up to register.

F-class citizens are so awesome. After they die, they can finally buy a grave to be buried there, instead of being burned to ashes in an incinerator, discharged into the air through the chimney, and finally being taken advantage of by others and inhaled into their lungs? ! !
This kind of thinking is so stupid, so ridiculous, so sad and so hateful!

What’s even more hateful is that [The Old Tree on the Grave] himself was also one of the ignorant people a few years ago, until he met that person and was awakened to his thought.

Now he uses his keyboard as a knife, trying to awaken more people.

[Grave Tree] The more he thought about it, the angrier he got, and he pounded away on the keyboard like crazy:

"There is no such thing as a free lunch. The masters in the upper city will not give you their farts for no reason. When the masters allow the cows and horses to smell his farts, the cows and horses had better use their brains and think about whether they want to charge for the farts."

"Think about it, 200 years ago, when the Upper City wanted to build a lighting system, we lost the sun forever, and in return the electricity bill tripled."

"150 years ago, when the Upper City was going to build a water recycling system, we lost our rainwater forever, and even our blood smells like neutralizers."

"70 years ago, the upper city wanted to help the lower city improve its food plan. Every vegetable and every piece of meat on our plates was machine-pressed with patented patterns, which made it more expensive."

"Now, the upper city is going to build an air circulation system, under the pretext of sharing the air. Haha - they are clearly going to take away our only remaining free thing!!!" It is not known whether [The Old Tree on the Grave] knew about the government's plan in advance, or if he really had a keen eye and actually predicted the Executive Yuan's plan.

He was typing away at the keyboard frantically, breathing excitedly, with a ferocious look on his face, roaring like he was in a blood-thirsty battle:

"wake up!"

"The Upper City is not here to give out air. On the contrary, the Upper City is here to take away the air!"

"Those distinguished citizens have already been registered. Their every breath is recorded and charged. They can no longer hide from it."

"But more Blank Citizens, please do not be fooled and do not register. The identity of Blank Citizens is your last freedom and dignity!"

"Is it worth it to be buried in the ground and eaten by rats and ants after death, and to be strangled while alive?"

[The old tree on the grave] is too angry, too immersive, and in my vision I seem to have seen the terrifying scene of the upper city with its grinning chrysanthemums and exhaust covering the sky.

In his eyes, what was being discharged was not air, but transparent tubes falling down, like the tubes of the ventilator in the ICU ward, inserted into the nostrils of everyone in the downtown area.

His eyes were filled with the horrifying scene, so much so that he did not notice the camera next to him, which was covered in soot and was moving its eyes silently.

40 minute later.

[Old Tree on the Grave] wrote the last punctuation mark with resentment in his heart, and finished smoking the cigarette in his hand, leaving only the last half of it between his index and middle fingers.

He took a deep sip and carefully checked the manuscript twice before he put the cigarette in his mouth and moved his hand to the mouse, ready to click publish.

At this moment, several footsteps were suddenly heard in the corridor.

[The old tree on the grave] was stunned for a moment, then stopped talking with the ash in his mouth.

[The Old Tree on the Grave]'s heart skipped a beat and he hurriedly jumped up from his chair. Then he reached out to open the drawer and took out a pistol hidden inside.

Because of his work, he lives in a very remote place, a shabby self-built house, where he lives alone. He rarely goes out and no one ever comes to visit him.

What's more, there were more than one footsteps in the corridor, which meant that the friend who came to see him was not alone.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

There was a knock on the door.

[Old Tree on the Grave] held the gun in both hands, aiming at the door, without saying a word, holding his breath.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

There were three more knocks on the door, and then a strange and cold voice came:

"I know you're in there. Open the door. I've seen you. It's not polite to point a gun at a guest!"

[Old Tree on the Grave] felt horrified, and he subconsciously turned his head to look at the camera, and saw that the camera was shaking its head left and right at him mischievously.

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(End of this chapter)