In a small hotel in Moon City, Apollo Thirteen, Irving was treating the wound on his leg with stolen anesthesia needles and needles. Due to the unbearable pain of the leg injury, he had to turn on the TV projection and turn the sound to the maximum to divert his attention.

Apollo TV on the moon is playing a news broadcast, and the news is the overcrowded consul's residence. A reporter stood in front of the consul's residence and said to the camera with a microphone.

"Since a day ago, the new consul Guan Hu, who is about to take office, set up a complaint hotline at the door of the consul's mansion, it has received nearly 10,000 complainants, and the number of complainants is still increasing, which has caused a lot of shock in the local area. We can see that some people have already sold snacks and drinks on the scene, and some have even set up temporary small tents. This behavior will undoubtedly have a bad impact on the municipal style of Apollo 13. I don't know how Guan Hu will handle the subsequent work. Host."

The picture turned back to the studio, and the supporter was discussing with several experts: "In theory, Guan Hu should not have taken office yet. Why can such a big storm be caused in Moon City?"

A guest guest said: "I heard that Heikyungji is quite humble and did not get too entangled with Guan Hu on the issue of rights. He quickly transferred the executive power to Guan Hu, and even gave him the premises of the government office, which gave him a chance to act."

The host asked: "Will Guan Hu's behavior have some adverse impact on the current order? We know that disputes between synthetic companies and affiliated companies will generally be resolved in a centralized manner by synthetic companies and affiliated companies. Does interference through such administrative means mean controlling the market?"

"Yes, host, you know, our solar system has been in the tradition of neoliberal market for more than a thousand years. As early as a thousand years ago, the great Dr. Fukuyama proposed the theory that neoliberalism is the end of history. Now it seems that this theory is really incomparable.

Guan Hu's behavior is undoubtedly forcibly distorting market rules and interfering with this invisible big hand. Such consequences may be unpredictable."

The host asked: "Since that's the case, why did the Temple of Credit transfer such a person back?"

The guest said: "This, I don't understand what the senior executives mean. Maybe Heikyungji has reached the retirement age, or maybe Guan Hu has been reborn in Uranus for so many years..."

The whine of several people made Owen couldn't help but think of the old man in leather clothes. When he thought of the old man Owen, he felt annoyed, so he picked up the remote control and changed the station.

The audience of this station is aimed at a group of synthetic people. As soon as he opened it, he heard exciting shouts comparable to the original Jerusalem promotional advertisement.

"Send money!"

"Send money!"

"The consul's mansion has paid for it!"

"As long as people pass by, there will be ten thousand credit coins!"

"Ten thousand credit coins!"

"Ten thousand credit coins!"

"The opportunity must not be missed!"

"I won't come again!"

"The opportunity must not be missed!"

"I won't come again!"

Irving, who had sutured the wound on his leg, shook his hand and almost stabbed another hole in the wound. He noticed a trace of unnatural atmosphere, why did such inappropriate propaganda be so unreasonable? Besides, when he was in the government office, he heard it very clearly that he was reporting a person with a thousand credit coins, how could it turn into ten thousand credit coins?

Ten thousand credit coins are enough to make many synthetic people crazy.

He transferred the station back again.

In the news, the reporter held the microphone and was squeezed around the crowd, saying loudly: "The number of people at the scene is increasing. We can see that there are synthesizers from all directions rushing over, surrounding the government residence. It is estimated that the number of these people is tens of thousands. Now... now... many people have forced their way into the government residence. If...... if... is not controlled, it will cause riots!"

Then, the images taken by the drone were taken. Irving could see that during the drone shooting, a large number of synthesizers squeezed into the government residence from the entrance. Even the passageways that isolated the courtyards inside and outside the government residence were now crowded and crowded.

On the street, a large number of synthetic people were still visible from all directions to the naked eye to run towards the mansion.

Something is wrong.

Irving gritted his teeth and threw out the distracting thoughts in his mind.

These synthetics who want to make money have nothing to do with him. He has to quickly treat the wound and then get the chip.

In the TV projection, the riots continued.

After Irving treated the wound and bandaged his thighs, he limped with one leg and rushed back to the ruling government. He was not wearing a camouflage coat, but just pretended that he was also a synthetic man attracted by the advertisement.

When he returned to the ruling government residence, he had been surrounded by the synths.

Synthetics were clamoring to go in and get money, regardless of the truth or falsehood. They blocked the door, which made Irving unable to enter. Not only that, some Synthetics, who had no job and waited to die, rushed here and fanned the flames in the crowd, not only bursts of strange laughter, but also lit their clothes and waving in the air.

If it were the past, Irving would have to join in and go crazy with them, but he still had a little thought, and was just watching outside coldly.

At this time, a synth came to Owen and said to him, "Brother, do you know what these people gathered us here for?"

Irving looked at the blue-eyed man like a thin monkey beside him and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Wow, brother, you don't know." The Blue Eye Synthesizer said sneakily: "The new consul wants to gather us useless waste together and catch them all in one go!"

"What?" Irving hadn't reacted for a while.

"You should tell others quickly with me. There is a conspiracy here! Think about it, natural people are so good, will they take the initiative to send us money? I think it's beautiful! This new consul is so bad!"

"Why dare you say that?" Owen frowned.

"Don't worry about this, I have insider information. Brother, they are all synthetics. Will I lie to you?"

After saying that, the skinny monkey-like synthetic man slipped away from Owen, ran to the others, and said one by one to them.

Irving looked up and saw many similar figures in the dense crowd. They moved around and spread news that seemed ridiculous to Irving. He had seen that person Guan Hu, but he didn't look like a guy who would do such a crazy thing no matter how he looked.

But obviously not everyone has seen Guan Hu. In such a chaotic situation, some synthetic people who heard such news became turbulent and also conveyed such news to people around them.

One spread of ten or ten, and soon rumors spread everywhere. Some people wanted to come in and some people wanted to go out. The two sides were entangled in chaos.

Irving didn't know what these people wanted to do, just as the chaos was out of control.

Suddenly, a loud voice came from the height of the ruling government mansion in the distance.

"Friends, please calm down and don't be confused!"

When Owen heard the sound, he looked up and saw a vague figure from the height of the eastern attic. It should be Guan Hu.

The sound from the heights made many synthesizers quiet for a short time, and they looked up at the heights. At this moment, Irving seized the opportunity and limped in to the crowd.

"It is true that there is a prize for reporting. This service point was set up by me personally. But the amount is not as high as the rumors. Moreover, this system has just been implemented. Today is just a pilot. I will standardize and institutionalize it in the future, and strive to make every street have such a service location. So, don't worry, this pilot will disappear. Please rest assured that more and more will be there in the future. I know that each of you has suffered a lot of grievances, but now it is not the time for an ancient brain to vent it out. Our employees have limited work ability. Now, please go back to your posts, do your own things well, and give us time to change the status quo..."

Da da da da da!!

The sound similar to the firecrackers fired interrupted Guan Hu's speech on the pavilion. Owen instinctively hugged his head. The sound was almost engraved into DNA after thousands of years of evolution, just like he was instinctively afraid of sharp objects.

Along with the sound, someone shouted loudly outside the consul's mansion.

"Murder!!"

The simple three words were more shocking than the long paragraph Guan Hu said on the pavilion. Everyone turned their heads and looked at the periphery, and then they saw the spurting flames in the distance and the ancient and violent gunfire.

Da da da da da da da!!

The bullets flew towards the place where the synthetics gathered. In the blink of an eye, someone was shot and fell into a pool of blood.

"ah!!!"

"Murder!!"

Screams rang out of the crowd.

In an instant, the crowd jumped out of the water like a furious fish and fled in panic. Especially the people outside the consul's mansion rushed into the building frantically, trying to find cover in the building, and the degree of chaos increased sharply.

Owen was frightened by this crazy scene. He originally thought that Yin Jia was bold enough to ask them to come to the consul's residence to steal the next consul's chip, but unexpectedly, someone dared to openly shoot outside the consul's residence on the moon. He did not use a hidden pulse gun, but used a massive ancient weapon.

The shooting continued, not only gunfire, but also molten bottles and smoke bombs were thrown into the crowd, and the rumbling explosions and smoke filled the crowd. It was so spectacular.

On the high ground, Guan Hu obviously did not expect such a thing to happen. He was pressed down by his subordinates at the first time. Someone pulled him and tried to hide behind the cover. Someone pulled him and tried to get him to leave the place as soon as possible.

A group of black shadows stopped them.

Due to the excessive traffic, Owen was afraid of being trampled to death by others. He climbed to a rockery in the courtyard regardless of his leg injury. There were many people doing this with him, and soon the rockery was full of people.

After a while, a sharp whistle sounded in the sky. It turned out that the SSP's levitation vehicle arrived. A large number of fully armed SSPs jumped out of the air, holding explosion-proof shields and batons, and rushed towards the chaotic crowd.

For the first time, Owen actually thought these SSPs were a bit cute, but due to the task, he had to find a way to obtain the chip, so he was more careful and kept staring at Guan Hu at the height of the sky, thinking that if he ran away, wouldn't the chip be able to get it?

But soon he realized that he might have been over-thought. A somewhat obese silhouette was pushed out from the height of the pavilion and fell down like a rag doll. Then, several more figures were pushed out from the pavilion and fell down.

Under the low gravity of the moon, several people slowly landed on the ground. The gunshots on the outside continued, mixed with the sound of SSP's whistle. These sounds drove thousands of synths to panic and ran towards the ruling government mansion, not caring about what fell from the building. The falling black shadows were instantly swallowed by the crowd.

Irving sat on the rockery and saw this happening, and his heart stopped and beat for some reason.

I don't know whether it was for his mission or for why, he jumped off the rockery despite danger and leg injuries, and mixed up with the crowd and pushed forward with all his might.

The surging crowd almost led him forward. He couldn't see the direction clearly, so he could only grop forward based on his feelings. After walking for a long time, he suddenly felt something soft was stomping on his feet. The touch made his hair stand upside down, so he tried hard to separate the crowd on both sides and shouted: "Don't step on it! Don't step on it! You'll step on it to death!"

Some synthetics subconsciously gave in when they heard his shouts, but in the face of huge traffic, this concession was just a drop in the bucket and was soon buried again by huge tramplings.

It was not until the SSP behind arrived and blew a sharp whistle that the chaos at the scene was reduced. Irving finally saw clearly what was on the soles of his feet.

A guy with a messy hair in a thick leather jacket was lying on the ground. His forehead was covered with blood, his body was trampled in a mess, and many joints were twisted into strange angles. His eyes were wide open, as if he was still in a state of shock and anger.

Irving stared at the guy on the ground who had met him, and his heart was full of confusion. How did this happen and when did it start?

At this time, until he saw that the other party seemed to be holding something Huang Cancan in his twisted palm, he squatted down and pried open the other party's tight palm.

It turned out to be a gold bar.

Looking at the gold bar, Owen stood up, scratched his head, and looked around in a daze.
Chapter completed!