In a comic club, a large number of tool people outside are drawing detailed electronic drawing albums based on the set plot and sketches of the main creator, and then sending them to the modeling group, relying on the program modeling that had been set long ago.

After the modeling is completed, a lot of rendering is performed, and the overall plot can be uploaded to the website. Readers can choose perspectives according to their preferences and experience the entire plot in an immersive way.

Often, when viewed from different angles, the same plot will have different experiences.

It greatly extends the life and viewability of a work.

It can also be regarded as an alternative official force to death.

Everything seemed to be orderly in the workroom.

But deep in the comic club, there is a group of people gathered together.

They were facing a small, converted computer from a government-scrapped quantum computer, waiting for a result.

The computer screen flashed with rapid calculation data messages.

Then, human faces and pictures were printed out one by one.

"Ten thousand three thousand four hundred and seventy-five... There are so many people, but it's not over yet... How many people have they killed? How many people have they killed?" With a loud bang, a young man with red hair hit the alloy wall with a heavy punch, and his fist smashed a punch on the wall.

Among the two men who were in charge of manipulating quantum computers, one of them said without looking back: "Mao Ren! This is just the ** factory data we stole, and it may not be all shipped to Dongbao City..."

Before he finished speaking, a white-skinned girl with long black hair and wearing a school uniform, asked with a black sheathed sword, “Have you made a face comparison? Are these people from Dongbao City? Are they settled or lived in a traveling place?”

Another man operating the quantum computer said, "It's already done! The matching degree is more than 95%, which should be the number of people who died at one time this time."

"It seems that this time, the government has made great moves. It is very likely that there will be strong earthquakes on the entire island in the future, and a considerable number of people will 'died' in the earthquake. By creating natural disasters, we will reduce the burden on the next ** life trajectory calculation."

The white-skinned girl said, "Can you find a way to expose it?"

The man shook his head and said, "Impossible! The government's information control is very strict. All information dispersed will be filtered first in the government's core database. All remarks that are not conducive to government rule will be sealed to varying degrees according to the threat level, delayed, reduced popularity or deliberately ignored. Our exposure videos are simply impossible to fall into the eyes of ordinary citizens."

“Where is the radio station built?”

"Anti-style message transmission does not pass through satellite signals." In the room, an old man in an old suit, combed his white hair neatly and had a beard.

"This is OK, but there are too few people who listen to radio stations now, and the radio station information is difficult to hide. As long as you choose to send messages, the stronghold will be exposed, and some people will even sacrifice it." said the man who controlled the quantum computer.

The old man with a beard stood up at this time and said, "Then let me do it!"

"I have a set of old-fashioned radio equipment left by my grandfather at home. I have already repaired it. I usually gossip and have some listeners."

"In order not to cause trouble for everyone, I will inject blood clotting agent in advance. Within half an hour after the report starts, my old bone will die of blood clots."

"No! Grandpa Miyazaki! You can't do this. You are the leader of our organization. Without your teachings, we will not be able to reach today!" The young people in the room all opposed it.

The old man shook his head and said, "There must be someone doing this. Those who die cannot die without a sound. I am a useless person. I am obsessed with drawing cartoons for the first half of my life, but I have no achievements. I am alone when I grow old. It is rare to know you kids."

"Now... let Grandpa Miyazaki do what he likes to do again."

"Please!"

After saying that, Grandpa Miyazaki bowed heavily to these young people.

The black-haired girl stood on a knife and said expressionlessly: "Okay! Then I'll leave it to you! We will prepare three unmanned radio stations to distract the government from the recording and broadcasting. Grandpa Miyazaki, your radio station will be broadcast live in the RV. We will first plan the mobile route and extend the broadcast time as long as possible so that more people can know the truth."

“No matter how slim the hope is, we cannot give up.”

"This is not for us, but for those who die forever, cannot speak out, and are even insulted by some dirty industrial products." At this point, Kurokawa tightened the hilt of the knife in his hand.

The next step is to make a plan.

Everyone has passion and faith in their eyes.

When the plan is formulated, it begins to be implemented.

After everyone was busy, Grandpa Miyazaki pulled the girl to the corner alone.

"We can't continue like this!"

"It is never possible to face the terrible guys head-on with those terrible guys forever."

"We have to find an opportunity to stand up and then raise the flag. Call on more people to join us."

"I'm sorry Kurokawa! It's my cowardice that has affected you, and now... I hope that because of my death, it can bring new vitality to the Chenxi Society."

"I have chosen a new leader for you, Kurokawa! If you feel unable to support it, you can try to contact him." Grandpa Miyazaki said, handing a note to the black-haired girl.

The brunette girl took the note, then silently remembered the address above, and then held it in the palm of her hand.

"Don't be afraid of setbacks!"

"Don't be afraid of failure and sacrifice. Any great cause that fights darkness will definitely be accompanied by despair."

"But never stop. Even if you step on the thorns barefoot, you must run quickly, let blood spill through the jungle, attracting the attention of jackals and the peeping of tigers and leopards."

"Kurikawa! This is a sentence I left in the comics when I was young. I used to think it was very naive, even with immature absurdity. But now I will give you this sentence. The world belongs to young people, not to old people. When you get older, you will eventually lose to those immature who are not cautious and unrigorous."

Grandpa Miyazaki waved his hand, then turned around, tidying up his somewhat worn suit and neck tie.

Then he walked out of the comics club.

A day later, a war without gunpowder began quietly.

At the same time, Chu Yuanxiao was listening to the radio with his mother and sister.

Although this is a very old way of entertainment.

But they grew up under such a "simple" entertainment method.

All the messages about the non-existent motherland and those forgotten civilizations were through small radio stations and after many twists and turns.

"Sir...sir!"

"Everyone is welcome to continue listening. This is Mengji Radio. I am your anchor, Grandpa Miyazaki!"
Chapter completed!