Doctor, I'm really strong!

At this point, the scavengers were unaware of what had happened. When they arrived outside the disaster area, a volley of bullets swept right in front of them. Several who tried to break through were instantly killed with RPG rocket launchers. Realizing something was wrong, they finally stopped outside the cordon.

“Brothers inside, scavengers need to know the rules. We acknowledge that you were here first, but you can’t hog all the food.”

Standing on the high ground, he shouted at them through a megaphone: "Who the hell is your brother? We are the Red Guards, here to rescue people. You bunch of maggots from the wilderness, get the hell away from me!"

The scavengers naturally didn't believe this explanation, firmly believing that the other party was there to hog all the benefits. Disaster relief? Someone from Ursus coming to provide disaster relief? Do you think this is the neighboring Yan Kingdom? The Ursus Empire has everything in its dreams, except for conscience.

She was too lazy to waste words with them. If they dared to cross the line, she would kill them on the spot. As a mercenary, she knew all too well how to communicate with these kinds of people. As for how to explain it to Liu Jiuli...

Please, if I let these people go, Liu Jiuli will definitely not give me a chance to explain when he comes looking for me with his knife. I can't say anything else, but at least I have a lot of experience in judging people.

Under Liu Jiuli's command, you can offend officials, businessmen, or even Liu Jiuli himself—it doesn't matter. But try offending ordinary people, and tomorrow's streetlights will be your permanent home.

W's feeling about this method of governance, which completely goes against the existing inertia of rule, is...

Not bad, at least we can continue to deepen our cooperation.

Despite his harsh words, he was actually quite good to his own people. At least when the mercenaries chose to leave for a better life, he didn't stop them and sometimes even secretly gave them a push.

It's happier to be an ordinary person with enough to eat and wear than to live a precarious life as a mercenary.

However, she has other pursuits, so she cannot enjoy life for the time being. And her own pursuits will not and cannot become an obstacle to others' pursuit of happiness.

Seeing that the other party was unmoved by reasoning, the scavengers, after determining that the difference in strength between the two sides was too great, decided to send a few representatives to negotiate. After all, they were unwilling to let go of such a large disaster area that was waiting for them to plunder.

"Negotiation, huh?"

A playful smile appeared on W's face.

"Alright, I'll take you to see the boss."

Although he said that, in W's mind, these people were already "speaking corpses".

After learning that four scavenger representatives had been brought back, Liu Jiuli, out of curiosity about this group, decided to meet them and see what their actual business was.

When Liu Jiuli appeared before the four representatives, their expressions were filled with horror.

Because Liu Jiuli's protective suit was covered in blood and dust, he looked like a murderer who had hacked up a lot of people in the underground water and was thinking about how many more he would hack up today. His bizarre appearance would be considered a horror movie in the underground film industry.

The main reason is that bloodstains are inevitable when rescuing people, and Liu Jiuli himself doesn't care much about protective clothing. He doesn't care whether he wears it or not. In addition, he always takes the lead in going into dangerous areas, which resulted in such an outrageous look.

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, the scavengers expressed their hope to cooperate with the Red Guards.

Liu Jiuli asked curiously, "Cooperation is possible, what kind of cooperation do you want to do?"

"You can entrust us with the less important areas. We can help deal with the living and the dead, as well as the ruins, without charging any fees. What do you think?"

"I'm curious, where do you make your profits from these businesses?"

The representatives assumed that the nobleman Liu Jiuli was merely curious about their business, so they humbly replied, "A big shot like you would certainly look down on our small businesses. We just make a living, sell some meat, and maintain some connections with the people in the courtyard. As for the other goods, we buy them at the market. If we can sell them for a good price, the money will come in."

"Passing off a person" refers to the underground trade of people. "Meat goods" refers to organs. "Courtyard" means brothel, and "market" means black market; these are all underworld jargon, showing how well they've mastered them.

At this moment, none of the four noticed that after they uttered their first words, they took a few steps back to avoid these idiots splattering them with blood. As for Liu Jiuli, his face remained expressionless.

Oh, there it is! This was the expression he had at the beginning when he was judging Ducas at the meeting.

Some people are most terrifying when things are calm and peaceful.

W's eyes drifted into the distance; some people, though alive, were already dead.

Almost the instant he thought that, a gunshot rang out, and splattered brain matter mixed with blood hit W, even though he had already created a five-meter distance.

Damn it! I got idiot blood on myself, what am I going to do if it affects my IQ?

That first gunshot was just the beginning; three more shots followed, and four more bodies lay on the ground, their heads blown off.

"W!"

"To!"

"Clean up that pile of trash outside."

"Yes!"

Section 109: What Little Paul Saw

(Third update, (～￣▽￣)～, where are everyone's rewards? (?ω?))

Children's world is very simple, and that was true for little Paul as well.

A natural disaster struck; his home was gone, and his mother was buried under the rubble. Little Paul cried out, trying to dig his mother out, but it was beyond the capabilities of his eleven-year-old body.

Just then, a group of fully armed people suddenly appeared. The leader simply raised his hand, and the surrounding ruins floated in mid-air. His mother was rescued by those people and taken to a white tent, where Paul and his mother temporarily settled down.

The new home started as a tent, but later it became a house on wheels. Little Paul heard the adults say that it was called a trailer caravan, a special model modified specifically for disaster areas, where patients with minor injuries could receive treatment on the spot.

Paul's mother recovered quickly, but sadly, she contracted Originium disease, and Paul himself was not spared either.

For a while, little Paul often saw his mother secretly shedding tears, and sometimes she would hug him and cry.

Back in Kharkiv, young Paul had seen people with stones growing on their bodies being arrested by the military police. He knew he also had those black stones on his body, and he was very scared, but he still tried his best to comfort his mother, clumsily expressing that he was a strong man.

The thought of being separated from his mother one day terrified little Paul. He didn't know what to do, so he mustered his courage and, with the mindset of a child, pleaded with a powerful figure not to separate him from his mother.

However, Paul's worries soon disappeared because the uncles and aunts who had saved him told everyone that the Red Guards would treat everyone equally, whether they were ordinary people or infected people, and all they had to do was receive treatment and recover quickly.

At first, no one believed it, but the medical staff patiently explained it again and again, distributed a large number of "Ore Disease Knowledge Handbooks", and set up temporary schools in the disaster area to educate children on literacy. With the Red Guards' practical actions, the local people's hearts quickly settled down and everyone began to trust the Red Guards.

As a patient with Originium pneumonia, Paul's life is no different from before, except that he has to take medication every day. Gradually, he understands many things.

The medicine I take is very expensive; it's a price that an average person could never afford in their lifetime.

Every day, the three meals are of the standard for noblemen, with a full range of meat, eggs, and dairy products, and plenty of fruits and vegetables.

Attending the camp school was mandatory, regardless of whether one was a boy or a girl. Any parent who refused to cooperate would be dragged out and whipped, and their supplies would be withheld. As a result, many of my peers, as well as many younger and older children, went to the school.

This kind of life was something he never dared to imagine before. Children from poor families mature early, and he couldn't help but start to think about why the Red Guards treated everyone this way.

Is it profitable? But the medication I'm taking is something I can't earn back no matter how much I work.

The food he ate cost money, and going to school also cost money. No matter how Paul calculated it, he felt he wasn't worth the price.

But if it's not for money, what are those uncles and aunts after?

Once a child develops curiosity, he will want to find the answers, so little Paul began to observe in secret.

The arrival of reinforcements from Steelgrad and Rhodes Island made the rescue work much smoother. In addition, Steelgrad moved to a location less than five kilometers from the disaster area. Liu Jiuli was considering how to take full control of these three blocks.

If someone doesn't want it, it's like you've gotten it for free. Don't underestimate the value of a steamed bun.

Therefore, the restoration work of the three blocks began. The first thing to do was to restore the local economy. Disaster relief and post-disaster reconstruction began at the same time. In order to ensure the safety of the disaster area and establish a sense of security for the local people, the Red Guards formed patrol teams to patrol the city 24 hours a day until the three blocks were completely taken over by Steel Grid.

So every morning when Paul went to school, he would see a procession singing as it passed by the roadside.

He can recite the lyrics by heart, but there are two lines that he cares about.

"We are the people's own army, we are the people's armed forces."

What are the people? Are they us? Ordinary people like us?

Aren't they soldiers? Aren't they the army of noble lords? Why are they called the People's Liberation Army?

I don't understand, I don't understand at all, but...

I'm a little envious. Could I become one of them?

Despite his envy, young Paul didn't know how to join. So, based on his own understanding, he arrived at the garrison camp in the disaster area one night.

His idea was simple: he would apply for it himself.

Then he bumped into Liu Jiuli, who was out for some fresh air at night.

"Little friend, now is not the time to go out for a stroll."

Young Paul was a little nervous and quickly said, "I...I...I want to join you!"

"Join us? Join us for what?"

"I want to be a Red Guard!"

Little Paul mustered his courage and shouted it out, then looked nervously at the stranger in front of him.

Liu Jiuli paused for a moment, then smiled gently. He bent down and said with a deliberately troubled expression, "You want to join the Red Guards? That's probably going to be very difficult."

"It's alright, I can accept the test!"

Did you graduate from junior high school?

"No……"

Paul was instantly dejected.

Graduating from junior high school costs a lot of money. My family doesn't even have the money to finish elementary school, let alone junior high. "If you were given the opportunity to go to school and study until you graduate from junior high school, would you be willing to study hard?"

"really?"

"Of course it's true."

Both Steel Gridler and Future Science City now have nine years of compulsory education. If you study well, you can continue to enjoy twelve years of compulsory education after graduating from junior high school. If you have excellent college entrance examination results, you can add four more years. As long as you have the ability, the organization will pay for it.

But don't forget to give back to the people after you've completed your studies. The relevant regulations are all written in black and white. If you're unwilling, please pay the difference at the market price. You're really dreaming if you think you can take advantage of the people and then run away.

Little Paul didn't know all that, but he was very happy to learn that he could go to school.

School? That's a place only rich people can go to. Am I dreaming?

Liu Jiuli reached out and patted little Paul on the shoulder: "Of course it's true. If you still want to join the Red Guards by then, then sign up. The People's Army welcomes you."

Section 110: ACE's New Job

(This is the fourth update, (～￣▽￣)～)

This is a scene that has never appeared before in the history of the Ursus Empire.

When the most worthless people in a city suffer a natural disaster, an organization comparable to the government comes to save the suffering people, one after another, fearless and without regret.

The month-long rescue operation has ended. The paralyzed area has been restarted. The survivors embraced each other and wept, and a deafening roar of shouts echoed throughout the land.

"That's fine, at least we tried our best."

Liu Jiuli put down the document in his hand, which contained the casualty records of the Muci disaster relief operation.

As it turns out, the Ursus Empire's household registration system was not so much better than nothing, but practically nonexistent.