Terra's Magnetic Field

"This is a commercial secret, so I can't tell you!"

"Do you have any old ones?" I asked again. This time he didn't answer me directly, but laughed obscenely, "Hehehehe~" and said, "So you like this, sister rice bowl, right?"

"How could a famous person like Officer Chen not have one? I also have a 3p version here, do you want it?"

So I ordered the single version and the 3p version of Tallulah and Chen, three orders in total, for three hundred dollars.

There are absolutely no obscene thoughts, it is purely academic research.

That’s all for today.

Volume 49: Chapter Chapter Conspiracy to Build a Machine

Crow told me that the transaction would be done at a coffee shop downstairs, where money would be exchanged for goods. After putting on my shoes, I went straight downstairs and hid behind a newsstand about ten meters away from the coffee shop.

Crow lived across the street but took more than 30 minutes to get here. Perhaps it was to prevent others from guessing that he lived nearby. Most people would never have thought that he would trade downstairs from his home. This can be considered reverse thinking.

It was exactly eight o'clock in the evening. The cool night air made the white mist he exhaled particularly obvious. He was sitting at a small round table at the entrance of the coffee shop wearing a khaki trench coat. The briefcase should contain the goods for delivery.

I walked slowly over, trying to act as if I was not paying attention as I passed behind him. After walking five meters away, I immediately turned back, patted his shoulder from behind and shouted, "Hey~ Isn't this Crow? I didn't expect to see you here!"

Crow first jumped off the chair. He must have been scared enough. Then he turned to look at me. He was shocked at first, but after he regained his composure, he quickly stood up and shook hands with me. He patted my shoulder as a gesture of return and asked with concern, "Why are you here too? I didn't know..."

"I've only been here for less than a month," I said, pretending to be nonchalant. "I'm planning to leave here soon. There's no future here. What are you doing here?"

After Crow sat down, he asked me to sit at the small round table next to him. He picked up his briefcase from the chair on the right, looked around, and said nervously, "I'm doing a big business recently!"

He put down his bag and looked at his watch again, "I'm waiting for a client..."

His attire combined with his alert demeanor might have fooled passers-by into thinking he was a high-level spy meeting his target.

"So what are you selling?" I asked with pretended interest. He was still as nervous as ever, lowering his already hoarse voice even lower, like an old lady's last words:

"Trade secrets!"

He changed the subject and asked me, "Why? Are you interested? After I finish this deal, why don't we talk more? We can split the profits in half?"

"Forget it, I can't do such a shameless thing." I was too lazy to play house with him, so I just said, "I am the customer you are waiting for," and took out three crumpled 100-yuan Kai coins from the pocket of my cotton-padded jacket, "hand over the money with one hand and the goods with the other."

I threw the folded bills onto his small round table.

He was stunned. His remaining dignity prevented him from speaking, but his thick skin made him ignore his dispensable dignity. After a few seconds, he regained his composure and said with a nonchalant smile, "How can I take your money?" As he spoke, he carefully picked up the wrinkled bills with his fingers and put them into his coat sleeve like a magician.

He still accepted the three hundred dollars full of sarcasm, then opened his briefcase and took out three videotapes wrapped in black plastic bags. There were people coming and going on the road at night, but no one noticed this place. Perhaps underground transactions have become the norm in Rhode Island.

I took the three videotapes and shook them to see if they really weighed three hundred dollars.

"Each episode is two hours long, with an exciting plot and authentic casting. There are no boring moments throughout. It is the masterpiece of a famous director from Yan Country. You should know who it is even without me telling you."

I think I know who it is.

Later we ordered two cups of coffee from the coffee shop. It was a unique experience to drink hot coffee and reminisce about the past in the cold wind.

He explained to me the situation of Rhodes Island in recent years. As Queen Mother Kai reorganized the Rhodes Island organization, the management of Rhodes Island also changed. The most important change was that the power center shifted from the previous armed department to the medical department. Rhodes Island also transformed from a military organization to a current pharmaceutical company.

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This rapid and rough transformation is bound to produce many potential problems and give rise to various loopholes. People like him who are good at speculation will naturally take this opportunity to make a fortune.

But as Rhodes Island began to stabilize in recent times, his opportunities to make money became fewer and fewer. Even his opportunities to deliver goods began to decrease because Rhodes Island Customs was rushing to achieve year-end performance.

"Delivering goods?" I asked him. "What else can you ship out? Pornographic videotapes? Is this considered an export product?" I shook the videotape I just received.

"No..." He looked around and whispered in my ear, "Actually, this is just my side job. My main job is to resell Rhode Island's discarded drugs to the outside world..." He bounced back after he finished speaking and continued to drink coffee as if nothing had happened.

I was puzzled. How could a small thug like him get the discarded drugs that the medical department didn't want? Could it be that the management of Rhodes Island was corrupt to such an extent? Where would he transport the drugs to? The infected slums?

The intricacies involved are not something that an inexperienced college student like me can figure out. There are many things in the adult world that cannot be explained.

The only thing I'm interested in is what he mentioned, the "delivery lane".

"Can we deliver goods even during this special period?" I thought he would deny this statement, but he nodded directly, "We will ship a batch of goods to Longmen in three days. Gray Lincoln paid a high price to buy these medicines to maintain his status among the infected."

"Wei Yanwu acquiesced to this. He also didn't want an infected riot to happen in Longmen. A smart ruler would always keep the ruled in a half-dead state instead of forcing them into a desperate situation."

He casually said this thing that overturned my three views. If what he said was true, then his reselling of "waste drugs" was also tacitly approved by the top leaders of Rhodes Island.

The nobles disdain to run this dirty business directly, they choose to launch their own agents.

Did Princess Chen know about this? Did she condone this behavior? Was Wei Yanwu's rule in Longmen actually based on a pharmaceutical company?

What’s even more terrifying is that if Rhodes Island can do this to Lungmen, can it do the same to other small-scale mobile cities?

The scope of Rhode Island's power is actually beyond my imagination? It is like a drug dealer who keeps a group of "addicts" under him and provides them with drugs regularly for easy control. Once the drug dealer stops providing drugs to the addicts, the addicts will go crazy and then self-destruct.

This idea gave me chills, it was ridiculous and had many logical loopholes. For example, Rhodes Island was not the only company in the world that specialized in researching drugs for Originium disease, Rhine Life also had this industry.

But what if Rhine Life and Rhodes Island have some "little secrets" that cannot be revealed? For example, they both obey a larger organization? A conspiracy-making machine that has existed on this land since ancient times? All events on Terra since ancient times, including the recent Integration Movement, were planned by that conspiracy-making machine.

Then the core members of the conspiracy to build the machine are a group of old monsters who have lived for more than a thousand years...

Are you kidding? This isn't some bad movie from the year. She's not stupid enough to make her evil plan public. Even if she did, no one would believe it.

But if you think about it carefully, maybe Originium disease is a means to maintain the rule of the infected. The powerful nobles encourage ordinary people to discriminate against and persecute the infected, thereby consuming the energy of the lower class and diverting the most important class contradictions.

Yes, so Terra has not made any progress in the past thousand years. This logic is perfect! As long as the number of infected people is maintained at a certain level, they can incite panic among the general public and thus consolidate their own regime.

Which little genius came up with this?

I feel like if I keep thinking like this I'll lose my trust in this land, so let's stop here.

Finally, I proposed to Crow my idea of ​​following the caravan transporting medicine to Longmen. He readily agreed and asked me if I would consider staying in Longmen to help him with the contact. I told him that I would consider it and we would discuss the details after we get to Longmen.

That’s all for today.

Gui Shao: I suddenly had an idea recently. Do you think it would be possible... (proposes the previous guess), haha! Is it really too ridiculous?

Wanbao (suddenly expressionless): I'm sorry to get to know you again in this way. I hate kids like you who are so intuitive the most. You know too much!

Guishao has disappeared since then

Volume 50: Chapter Chapter Fanaticism

"We lost a hero!"

The car radio was playing Dr. Kal'tsit's impassioned speech before the Tower of Babel collapsed. I could imagine the frenzy of that year just by listening to the inspiring tone and the thunderous applause.

But what does all this have to do with me? I was already sitting in the jeep far away from Rhodes Island. From the right rearview mirror, I could see the shadow of Rhodes Island going farther and farther away. I couldn't believe that I left so easily. When the jeep drove away from the dock, no one even stopped it. Maybe it was because the operator guarding the entrance and exit of the dock was an acquaintance of the driver.

The middle-aged man driving the jeep on my left should be a weathered Sarkaz veteran. The horn on the left side of his head was half broken, and the exposed skin on his arm was also

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"But, does this mean that we have failed?" Kal'tsit's voice continued to be heard on the radio. For speakers, capitalists, and politicians, the words before the "but" can be invalidated, which means that the "lost hero" is dispensable to her.

After the dull sound of slapping the table, there was a sentence, "No! This is just the beginning!"

After hearing Kal'tsit's acting skills on the radio, the driver said with a little dissatisfaction:

"War is actually just paranoid old people deceiving a group of young fools to kill each other. It's meaningless... Alas... How can she say that the princess is a hero?" He shook his head. "Princess Theresa has never even been to the battlefield. Her only role in the Tower of Babel was to drive around the streets in a convertible every day, waving and boosting morale."

"And you also know that she was shot in the head during a parade... I mean, if a ***** can be beaten to death in the street, how can this organization be safe? Even if Amiya and the others can catch Tallulah from the Reunion Movement later, they can't keep her. Rhodes Island's security system is a sieve."

He vented his dissatisfaction with Rhode Island in a series of speeches, and I was only interested in one part of his speech.

"Has Theresa never been to the battlefield? I've seen photos of her on the front lines in magazines before."

"That's all fake...either it's post-production synthesis or it's staged. How could a big shot like her go to the front line? Have you ever seen a politician go to the slums in person to understand the people's situation?" He had a bitter face when he spoke, and it was obvious that he was recalling some bad past.

"During the Babel Tower period, due to a mistake made by Blade Master, our entire team was trapped in the Sargon Rainforest for three months!! *Kazdel swears*" If it weren't for the passing Columbia expedition team, we would have rotted there!"

"That was a really hopeless situation. We were playing away from home and were unfamiliar with the terrain. We were beaten to a pulp by those moving trees."

"A moving tree?" I was a little confused, so the driver explained to me:

"They were Sargon's indigenous guerrillas. They would disguise themselves as trees in the rainforest by tying branches and leaves to their bodies. At that time, due to language barriers and differences in beliefs, our troops fought with the guerrillas, and both sides suffered heavy casualties..."

"Many people were unable to adapt to the hot and humid climate and fell ill with fever, vomiting and diarrhea. More than a dozen people died from dehydration alone. I once witnessed with my own eyes how a two-meter-tall man slowly shrank into a mummy..."

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"This kind of thing is very common during wartime. Many people did not die on the battlefield, but died from all kinds of ridiculous things that sounded inexplicable." He picked up the water cup on his right hand with one hand and drank water. After a few "tons, ton, ton", he said meaningfully:

"After the war, politicians and arms dealers will make a fortune, but who will take care of us, the grassroots soldiers? We are dispensable to the state machine, so don't be too loyal to anything, it will hurt yourself."

I thought the prosthetic limb that replaced his right leg made sense, but the people on the radio obviously didn't think so. They were "young fools" as the driver called them, and they were consumables of the war that were instigated by Kal'tsit with just a few words.

When their nightmares are filled with bloody corpses and the meaningless and bizarre deaths of their companions, they will realize how stupid their excitement was at this moment.

"Compared to the Regent's pseudo-Kazdel government army, our strength is less than one-thirtieth of theirs," the performance on the radio continued. Just when I was surprised that Kal'tsit could say such words so brazenly, the following remarks were even more devastating to my three views.

"Despite this, what is the purpose of the battles we have fought so far? What is the purpose of the sacrifices of the heroic operators?"

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“For your wallet!!” The Sakota woman in the back seat suddenly yelled, scaring me.

"Shut up! Cagalli!" The driver scolded her, then turned his head slightly and said, "I'm sorry, she has been mentally unstable since the war... She used to be a very gentle person..."

He said this with a guilty tone, "There are many people like her in Rhodes Island. Some are unable to work normally due to mental problems, and some are disabled due to the war... Rhodes Island can't take good care of all of them. After all, it's not charity."

“Ah!” The Sakota woman in the back seat seemed to have seen something horrifying. She curled up into a ball and hugged the sniper rifle tightly in her arms. “The end of the world is coming! Lord! Are you going to abandon your people? Why are you so cruel?! The fortress in the sky is about to fall!!”

"We are going to die!" Cagalli held her head with both hands. The halo above her head was full of cracks, which symbolized that her spirit had already been shattered. "Your Highness Theresa, please forgive me! Save me!"

Seeing these things made me more determined to leave Rhode Island. If I stayed any longer, I might go completely crazy.

"Everyone!" Kal'tsit continued to shout on the radio, "Because the purpose of our Babel Tower War is just!!"

"Pfft~", the driver couldn't help laughing, "Hahaha~", it seems that he is no longer angry about this, he just thinks it's funny.

I'm not even bothering to quip about it with words.

Human laughter can contain many different meanings, including joy, sarcasm, self-mockery, indifference...

“Our king… Her Highness Theresa, the true leader of Kazdel whom you all love, has died!” Kal’tsit suddenly became emotional and asked:

"Why?!"

"Because she's just a little girl," the driver replied to Kelsey, who was still speaking:

"Your companions and loved ones died in the resistance of that despicable and shameless pseudo-regime! The sadness and anger at this moment must never be forgotten! And Her Highness Theresa used her death to illustrate this to us!"

"Sarkaz people and operators! Turn your grief into strength! Stand up! Citizens!! I hope you will not forget that we, Babel, are the chosen people! We are the legitimate country of Kazdel! As the legitimate government, we can lead the Sarkaz and even the entire Terra to prosperity!"

Perhaps because of the emotional expression, Kal'tsit suddenly shouted:

"ZICK!!! BABEL!!!" (Long live the Tower of Babel)

"Long live the Tower of Babel! Long live Her Highness Theresa!" The young fools who were incited by the radio also shouted slogans. Although some of them may not know what it means or what it represents, their personal ideas will always be swallowed up by the huge momentum and flow with the crowd.

If we analyze the situation now, we will easily find that the Tower of Babel had no soldiers available at that time, and its destruction was inevitable. By the end of the war, even children as young as fifteen or sixteen were sent to the front line.

"Let's shut it down..." I suggested, "I'm not too interested in politics, nor in the grand ambitions of politicians."

The driver switched to the next channel, and this time it was Amiya giving a speech, "Everyone! We need a hero now!"

Well, this is a seamless connection, echoing each other.

"She's been promoting Blademaster recently. The Rhode Island radio station has been playing this segment over and over again these days. Even if you tune into other stations, you can still hear this..." The driver took out two cigarettes from his pocket and handed one to me. I looked at the gold stamped logo near the cigarette butt: "Marlboro"

"Wherever there are men, there are Marlboro." The driver said after seeing me observing the cigarette logo, "I only smoke this brand, other cigarettes don't taste right."

"Then you should really try the Great Yan Kingdom, the taste is really strong."

"Okay~" He forced a smile on his weathered face, "I'll buy a pack of cigarettes when I get to Longmen."

The people on the radio were still cheering. This was no different from the environment in which Kal'tsit had given her speech before. It seemed that as the old batch of idiots were almost wiped out, new idiots came in, and the cycle continued endlessly.

History always switches back and forth between war and peace. When people are tired of peace, some people will incite the people to start a war. After witnessing the cruelty of war, the people will yearn for peace again. After a hundred years of peace, new wars will be provoked due to inevitable contradictions. It can be said that the nature of struggle runs through the entire human civilization.

Group memory is very short-lived. People always quickly forget the suffering they have endured and repeat the tragedies that have happened over and over again.

"I don't understand," the driver seemed to be asking me or talking to himself, "Why do they always think that waking up Blade Master can change everything?" He opened the jeep window, and the rushing wind took away the smoke in the car and brought in the cold outside.

"Perhaps it's because Rhodes Island's situation can't get any worse right now?"

I looked at the scenery outside the car window. A few pine trees covered with frost stood tall on the snow. The thin sunlight from above dyed the pale blood with some light yellow. It was so magnificent.

"Young people always think that as long as they overthrow the old, even if there is a little change, everything will develop in a good direction, so they are keen to be different. Amiya wants to awaken the Blade Master because she thinks that the Blade Master has the power to change the current decline of Rhodes Island."

"But Rhodes Island under Blademaster wasn't much stronger than it is now..." The driver hesitated, "You are a strange person. You are obviously a young man, but you say such things, like an old man."

"Maybe it's because I matured early..."

"You look a lot like a Syguran I know. We all call him Second Master."