Collapse, surrender to me!

The background of the picture is a sea of ​​fire, which is the huge explosion caused by the antimatter army's weapons.

All the satellite cities outside of Beloberg have become ruins, with only the walls of Beloberg and the first great guardian still standing in the picture. "

“This painting shows the conflict between humans and the antimatter army, and also shows the faith and sacrifice of humans in desperate situations. It is a shocking and admirable work.”

“It is also a history that we need to always remember.”

Chapter 176 Sambo: Damn, there’s a cheat!

If someone looks carefully, they might notice that in this secondary image, the first great guardian is accompanied by a girl who looks very similar to Gray's slender figure.

It's not that they look alike, but it comes from the soul, a relationship that is hard to explain.

Grayshut had seen the girl's relics, and following the information left on the relics, it was like watching this historical battle through her eyes.

Unfortunately, she had no ability to change what had happened hundreds of years ago.

Otherwise, she would go back now to rescue her mother Blanca first.

After helping to correct the museum's documents, Grace went to the lower level area.

She had wanted to go see Clara.

However, after arriving at the lower area, I clearly felt that there were fewer people there.

“Hey, isn’t this Master Grayshu?”

At this moment, Sambo shouted and walked over in a familiar manner.

"We meet again. Look at our fate. Our friendship bridge is almost built all the way to Yongdong Ridge..."

"We're repairing it to the grave of Kokolia, right?"

Grayshu looked at Sambo and suddenly spoke.

"You stole the things that were lost from the museum, didn't you?"

The question sentence actually sounded affirmative.

"..." Sambo was stunned for a moment, then said confidently: "No!"

He just planned it behind the scenes but didn't do anything.

"Is it fun to fool the Iron Guards like you? What's the point of bullying these people?" Grayshu thought for a moment and said, "If you want to have fun, why not compete with me in a battle of wits and courage?"

As Graysh spoke, she took out the mask that Aha had given her and put it on her face.

"Let's play hide and seek. You can start hiding."

"If I catch you, you will have to give me the money from selling the cultural relics this time."

When Grayshue took out the mask of pleasure, Sambo was stunned.

Before this, he had not felt any power of Joyful Fate on Grayshure, but this mask...

"Okay! But there should be some benefits if I win, otherwise it wouldn't be fair."

Sambo said seriously.

"If I win, I'll take the mask in your hand."

Sambo heard from the Mole Team that Gray was very good at playing hide-and-seek.

But they were just a bunch of kids. His uncle Han Kuai was not on the same level as these kids.

"Then I'll go first. You can count slowly. Oh, you don't need to count too many. Just a few dozen will be enough."

Sambo waved his hand confidently.

The person disappeared, the footsteps, the smell, all the information seemed to be lost.

Like a ghost, a person on the street suddenly disappeared.

Grayxiu was stunned for a moment. She was very familiar with this situation.

Then he mechanically recited the ten numbers in an emotionless tone.

"1, 2, 3... 10——"

As soon as she finished the last count, Gray Xiu raised her foot and kicked towards the place where Sambo just disappeared.

boom!

Accompanied by a sudden impact.

In a place that seemed to be deserted, a figure that seemed to have disappeared was kicked by Gray into a trash can two blocks away.

"???"

Sambo climbed out of the trash can with a confused look on his face.

He shook his body and the garbage slid off his body like water droplets on a lotus leaf, without sticking to him at all.

"how do you……"

"take money."

Grayshu stretched out her little hand, showing such affection.

Sambo, with a constipated look on his face, transferred a sum of Winter City Shield to Greyshut.

"Can we talk now?"

"You have a magical item that is tainted by the fate of nothingness, right? It can make you 'disappear' as well."

Grace explained.

"It may be useful to others... but in my eyes it's the same as nothing."

As she spoke, Gray Xiu gradually disappeared from Sambo's sight.

"..."

Sambo immediately realized that he had walked right into the other side's trap, which was like giving it away for free.

Grayshu didn't care what Sambo thought.

No matter how the lost cultural relics are traded, they are on Yalilo. With the ability of the Iron Guards, they can be found by searching more. Beloberg doesn't have many people, and even fewer can afford to buy cultural relics.

Just get the money back.

"By the way, when I return to the upper district, come with me and turn yourself in."

"Wait, I think we can play again." Sambo was obviously very interested in Greshu's mask and said again: "I have other money."

Sambo naturally revealed all the money he had earned from having fun in Yalilo over the years.

"Today, we will not stop until we die!"

"..."

Grace was shocked.

From kicking kindergarteners to punching nursing homes.

There is nothing that Sambo has not done.

"Okay then...you hide."

"okay!"

After one hour.

Sambo, who had lost everything, squatted next to the trash can and began to doubt his life. He even felt like he had become one with the trash can.

He tried countless times during this hour.

Various powers of destiny, various technological means, and even faking death and burying oneself.

But it didn't work at all.

If at the beginning, Sambo could still experience some fun in the battle of wits and courage.

Now that's no fun at all.

Grayxiu shook her head: "Your happy destiny is flashing like the headlights of a car at night... Do you still want to play?"

"Forget it, forget it. I have old parents and young children to take care of, so I'd better save some money for my retirement." Sangbo waved his hands repeatedly.

"Until death?"

"I was wrong!"

Sambo admitted his mistakes with a good attitude.

But Gresh didn't let him go.

"When I'm done with Clara and back on the surface, I'll send you to the Iron Guard to spend a few years in jail."

"Oh, okay, okay."

Sambo agreed readily.

In his eyes, it was not like Gresh would stay here forever and wait for Gresh to leave.

How can the Iron Guards keep an eye on Master Sambo?

"By the way, where are all the people in the lower district?" Grayshu found that it was much quieter as she walked along.

"I was recruited by the current Great Guardian."

Sambo spread his hands.

"In fact, it can't be called conscription, it should be called immigration."

As the snow melted, large areas of arable land that had been frozen by snow were exposed. Beloberg itself was short of food, and the wanderers in the lower area were unemployed, and the miners had occupational diseases after working for a long time. It would be a good idea for them to return to the ground to farm and rebuild the city.

The wandering in the lower class area is, after all, being forced to the point of being unable to survive.

Now that I can live in the upper class and have a job, and when I look up I can see the blue sky and sunshine, I will naturally become an ordinary citizen again.

"This process will be carried out in batches. After a few decades, when you come to the lower area, you may only see the machinery of the mechanical tribe and some necessary garrison personnel. The miners will all be replaced by machines."

Without the miners, the living, entertainment, hospitals and other supporting facilities in the lower area will gradually be abandoned.

There was no more sound of play in the Mole Party's secret base.

The clinic that Natasha has maintained for so long will also close.

Everything old in Xier and many people's memories will become a thing of the past.

It may be sad, but it is a necessary change.

Even if you ask Hook, although he is a little reluctant, Hook will hope that his father can enjoy better conditions in the upper area.

Natasha is on the ground, with better conditions, and can rescue more people.

People always have to look forward. The hard work of many years underground has paid off. Some things are better left in memory.

This is the scene that Grace is seeing now.

People from the lower areas will migrate to the ground in batches, and Beloberg's satellite city will also be rebuilt. There is no need to worry about insufficient land, but rather about insufficient people.

Except for one old guy.

Gresh walked to the largest fight club in the lower area and saw the club manager with a sad face.

As personnel continue to leave.

Fight Club is also closing.

Even if it's not closed, there's not much business now.

"Isn't it because you pay too little, boss? I can earn more by rebuilding the city or farming than by fighting for you."

Grayxiu couldn't help but say to the store manager Zhou Baopi.

Grace didn't have much affection for this black-hearted capitalist, but she wouldn't interfere.