On a noisy night, General Mike sat in the car and looked out the window at the middle class people queuing up to buy tickets, at the poor people who went to work because they couldn't afford the money, and at the people who sat slumped in the same place because they were old and couldn't work.

The homeless man who was not qualified to apply for a job clenched his fists tightly.

Although those waiting in line to buy tickets were nervous, there was no fear on their faces.

After all, they could survive and enter the shelter.

But General Mike knew that when they arrived at the shelter they thought was absolutely safe, they would find that the real nightmare had begun!

From then on, I lived in the dark underground, breathing humid and dirty air. The door of my residence was a garbage digestion site where the domestic waste of high-rise residents was piled up.

I was crowded into a room with dozens of people, slept on a narrow three-person bed, and worked day and night just to buy food and water from the consortium that could meet the minimum living needs.

Things are expensive and you have to pay high rent every month!

But at least they survived!

General Mike looked at the poor people lining up to work. Their expressions were frightened, but they were not completely desperate.

Because, two hundred thousand welfare tickets!

As long as they work hard, the 200,000 people who work hardest can still enter the shelter!

"But, there are only two hundred thousand!" General Mike clenched his fists and his eyes were red.

Two hundred thousand welfare tickets!

Is it much?

many!

But for the 200 million people who are about to be abandoned, it is completely insignificant!

A ratio of one thousandth!

Really thousands of troops crossing the single-plank bridge!

This is a more brutal competition than getting admitted to any prestigious university. If you can't compete, you will die!

Only one in 10,000 people can enter the shelter.

But this is already General Mike's biggest struggle.

At the meeting, General Mike tried his best to persuade the consortium to allocate 200,000 places to free workers, using the two reasons of "it can appease the people at the bottom and avoid riots" and "two hundred million free workers, work hard."

People at the bottom.

In fact, as General Mike said, the consortium was pleasantly surprised to find that the 200,000 quotas were used as incentives. Not only did they not suffer losses, nor did they cause large-scale riots, but they also made a huge profit.

Greatly speeding up construction and saving a lot of money!

But... there are still 999 out of 1,000 people who will die!

There is hope in these eyes, and the people at the bottom who signed up to participate in the construction will still die in the end!

Those people even had smiles on their lips, as if they had received great gifts from the higher-ups.

Don't they know how to count?

of course!

They also know that it is difficult for them to obtain the promised welfare tickets. The rate is one in a thousand, which is even more difficult than getting into a prestigious university.

A boy of fifteen or sixteen looked up at his father: "Dad, can we...really enter the shelter?"

The middle-aged man smiled: "Don't think about this, just work hard! There is always hope for us to get in!"

"The senior management has not given up on us. They don't even need us to pay. As long as we perform well, build more, and tap more resources, they will let us in for free!"

"Try Harder!"

Compared to the cruel reality, they need hope now!

General Mike looked at the buses full of people who had signed up to work and left, as if he saw corpses piled up into mountains and rivers of blood.

In the eyes of General Mike, those people who still had hope were filled with screams and death. The truck leading to the construction site seemed to be driving into darkness.

Some elderly poor people on the street have confused eyes. They don't even have the right to fight for the welfare tickets.

But the remaining crowd couldn't make much of a difference.

Because there are more uniformed police officers and soldiers on the streets than there are, armed with live ammunition and well-equipped, to maintain order!

Taking a deep breath, General Mike could only comfort himself: "At least... I can survive for 200,000!"

"General Mike," the young driver turned around, "there's a call over there, telling you to prepare for tomorrow's celebration dinner. You are the biggest contributor this time and can't be absent. Mr. Crewe said he would open a bottle for you.

Celebrating with wine a hundred years ago.”

"A celebration dinner..." General Mike looked at the depressed crowd and smiled mockingly: "Okay, tell them I will definitely participate."

There were so many things that happened this night.

Daxia made contact with the Demon Alliance for the first time, and began to officially move the country of the universe to accumulate strength for the next war between humans and gods.

The European side announced a strategic evacuation plan to evacuate all people to the central plains, relying on several major mountain ranges as barriers to build a steel Great Wall to form a second line of defense.

The Free State announced that it will carry out a shelter plan to build a thousand shelters and screen 100 million citizens for refuge based on value!

It rained heavily.

Some people stood proudly in the rain, some held umbrellas in the rain, and some retreated under the eaves and did not dare to face directly.

…………

When Lin Fan returned, he had already squinted for a while in the car. After returning to the room, he rested for two hours and then got up.

At this point, no second can be wasted!

Just as Lin Fan was finishing breakfast, the satellite phone suddenly rang.

"Mr. Chen?"

Mr. Chen said straightforwardly: "Free Country, Western Europe applies to have a dialogue with you."

"Can."

Lin Fan walked out of the canteen, went to the highest command center, and opened the communication interface.

On the screen are Brenda and General Mike.

Brenda seemed to be standing in a temporary command camp in a high mountain, with an endless wilderness behind her and two highways in the wilderness.

On the highway, vehicles are driving rapidly, and outside the highway, there are even people walking with difficulty carrying large and small bags.

Women are holding children, middle-aged people are supporting old people, carrying huge luggage and dragging several suitcases.

Those people were dressed in shabby clothes, dusty, and had a look of exhaustion and reluctance on their faces.

His expensive suits are usually covered with dust, and even his exquisite makeup cannot hide his embarrassment.

They looked back every time they walked. Behind them was the home where they had lived for hundreds of years, but now everyone was escaping from here.

Like a bereaved dog.

"Master, you saw it." Brenda smiled bitterly, "We have implemented the evacuation plan."

"We have lost one-third of our land, and tens of millions of people have been displaced from their homes for generations."

"I...I grew up in the city of Paris...I still remember the square there. When I was a child, my favorite place was to feed the pigeons with my mother..." Brenda looked at the almost empty place, which seemed particularly quiet.

and a broken city.

Who would have thought that just yesterday, it was the romantic capital and art center of the world.

Countless people walked around in straight suits and high spirits.

But just for one night...

Large tracts of land were abandoned and people were displaced!

In the once bustling square, only lonely pigeons remained.

"But this is your limit." Lin Fan sighed, "Although you have lost one-third of the land, you can still save all the people, and there are still two-thirds of the land that can survive."

"Although the choice you make now is difficult, it is the most suitable choice and the best choice now."

"yes."

Brenda smiled bitterly, but then got down to business: "After discussion, our European side decided to purchase 10,000 God-killing Mechas from Daxia."

Lin Fan frowned and said, "Ten thousand units is a bit much..."

"I know the number is a bit large," Brenda said solemnly: "But since we want to protect the remaining land, we must use our full strength!"

"As long as we can hold it, your West will be safe."

"After all, we are neighbors fighting with our backs to each other!"

That's right, neighbors fighting with their backs turned!

Face the gods and fight with your back!

After saying that, Brenda seemed to be a little coquettish and said: "Master, you don't want to see me die on the battlefield, right? You pinched me last time..."
To be continued...