.      Section 79 Cleanup

"Sunn's gang is over. Now, what are you going to do?"

Vic, immersed in the stimulation of drugs, lay on his back on the sofa, his eyes closed slightly, and he sucked his nose hard and asked in a hoarse voice: "If you want, I will order an attack on the West District now."

Wang Daikun glanced at him coldly and said nothing.

If he hadn't taken a fancy to the more than 20,000 gang members in Vick's hands, he wouldn't have sat in this room and talked to an addict. Especially now, Vick's brain, dominated by strong excitement, could no longer make a clear judgment. At this time, if he really wanted to attack the Western District as he said... Sann would have the best ending.

Wang Daikun didn't know that Sangen had surrendered. He only knew that from the early morning of this morning, there would be no sound of guns and cannons in the west. This meant that the battle that lasted for a whole night had ended, and he had not received any news from there... It was obvious that one-quarter of the control of the city of New Minsk had fallen into the hands of the young man named Zhao Yi.

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The early morning sunlight gradually bloomed from the horizon, expelling the darkness that enveloped the earth bit by bit. The wind blowing from the distant wilderness, wrapped in a large amount of sand, rushed over the New Minsk. It tore up the ragged clothes on people, striking hard against the unsolid buildings, sweeping across the block with a sound like a ghost crying and howling, gradually fading away.

There was blood everywhere, and between the low walls and the collapsed houses, dead bodies could be seen everywhere. The buildings flattened by heavy machinery had turned into sand and stone waste, and various fragmented materials for building sheds were scattered and covered with sight. Occasionally, armored vehicles drove past the surface of the messy ruins, and under the thick metal tracks, a pool of red blood would occasionally seep out from the water. There was no scream or groan. They belonged to someone who had just died, but were covered by mud and sand and garbage, and would always become part of the soil that constituted the ag64 planet.

The Iron Guard soldiers wearing gray-yellow desert camouflage uniforms had controlled the entire western area. On the "road" dug by bulldozers from the ruins, they kept walking through a team of captured people. There were elderly people, children, women with clothes that were not covered, and men with dirty faces and bodies. Their eyes were dull and they seemed to have no strength. They just escorted the guns of the soldiers next to them and moved forward mechanically.

The area around the garrison headquarters has been cleared, and the square with an area of ​​more than 100,000 square meters was crowded with tens of thousands of industrial civilians. They arranged in a single column according to the orders of the Iron Guard soldiers, and received food and clothes from each person from the officers in front of the team.

"Don't squeeze, come one by one, everyone has it——"

A soldier with a corporal badge on his shoulder stood next to the guardrail temporarily pulled up with a yellow and black horizontal line, making a deafening sound with maximum lung capacity. behind him, dozens of alloy tables and chairs were neatly placed. They were about two meters apart from each other, and on each set of tables and chairs, there was an Iron Guard soldier who was writing hard on the table recorder. They asked the prisoners who walked in front of them as quickly as possible, and filled in the corresponding columns of the table with gender, age, name and other identity information one by one. After completing the preliminary record of the target, they walked into the military tent set a little far away in order. There, they also received blood samples, as well as disease detection, disinfection, and taking immune drugs, a series of extremely cumbersome but essential items.

A woman wrapped in black felt walked to the front of the team. She lowered her head, unable to see her face at all, as if she was deliberately covering something.

"Name?"

Sitting behind the desk was a capable and strong soldier. He lowered his head and quickly sorted out the information of the previous registered reporter. He also took out another blank form from the drawer with his left hand and placed it flat on the table.

The woman was hesitant, and her body trembled involuntarily, and she looked at it with obvious tension. The silence for several seconds made the soldiers responsible for registering a little unhappy. He raised his head, looked at the woman standing in front of him with quite displeasure, and raised his voice: "Please tell me your name."

The woman seemed to be worried about something. She hesitated for a few seconds, groping to untie the mask on her ears, revealing a young and beautiful face. Although there was a look of fear and timidity on her face, the soldier still felt his eyes lit up, and he finally understood the real reason why the woman did this.

On the ore planet, there are few women with such beautiful appearances. Of course, this is entirely based on other industrial civilian women. If you change to the immigration planet, such appearance can only be considered as the best.

In Neominsk, beautiful women are equivalent to "wealth" or "food" - in the eyes of men who control them, such women are equivalent to a living money-making machine.

"May I have your name?"

The soldier's tone of speaking began to become gentle without realizing it.

"Ah...Amilia."

The woman stammered: "Amilia Fra"

The soldier nodded with a smile and wrote a string of words fluently on the form. As the pen tip continued to move to the spaces of other items, he continued to ask: "Are you married?"

The woman obviously had difficulty answering this question. She was silent for a few seconds and was about to open her mouth. Suddenly, a little girl about four years old, thin and curious on her face emerged from under her black felt body.

"Your child?"

The soldier's face froze and then quickly recovered as usual.

"My man... is dead."

The woman gathered her hair hanging from her forehead, and her tone of speech was a bit dry. She always wanted to keep her secret as much as possible. She was young, beautiful, and had a young child... This can be regarded as a symbol of happiness among the citizens who immigrated to the planet. However, in Neominsk, it can only mean that her own man will have a wealth that falls from the sky.

She has seen too many children who are treated as fresh meat to eat. She does not want her children to encounter the same fate. She has been cleverly hiding this secret, but was forcibly driven out of the snail house by the chaos last night. Now... everything is exposed under the sun. She is extremely confused and has an unprecedented fear. She does not want to lose the little happiness she has. But... she is also unable to fight against the cruel and cold reality.

The soldier silently stared at the little girl who was also looking at him, and a gentle smile gradually appeared on his face. He took out a piece of gum candy from his shirt pocket and handed it over. Then he turned to the woman next to him who looked frightened and continued to fill in the unfinished information.

Half an hour later, the woman had already taken the blood sample and left the tent that was dispensing with disinfectants. She changed into another clean old federal women's military uniform and was holding the child's hand and walking towards the food distribution point further away.

Fifteen kilograms of gum bread, three canned synthetic beef, two bottles of vitamin capsules... In addition to the clothes that had been changed before, there are two identification cards marked "ag64 Planetary Guard Command". This thing seems useless, but according to the officer who issued the magnetic card, this is the only proof that he can live in New Minsk and get the new house.

"Hi! Please wait———"

Just as the woman was pulling the child and was about to leave, a familiar voice from the soldiers suddenly came from behind.

He ran over from the direction of the isolation area panting, stood in front of the woman, his eyes were hot and he also had a hint of expectation.

The soldier handed a backpack to the woman. Through the knot that was not completely tied, he could see several boxed sausages, candies and other things dedicated to the Iron Guards.

"Can you be my wife?"

He said bluntly. Although he was asking, his tone was very firm.

The woman didn't know how to answer for a moment. The expression on her face was a little confused, and in surprise, there was a little potential fear.

This was the first time she encountered such a thing. In her memory, the men who had obtained her before were all used robbery, murder, rape and other means to surrender to their will. There was no such thing as "love" at all, it was just a burst of energy. This is very common in Neominsk. There are many examples of girls who came to about ten years old and "making money" on their own. No one would respect their wishes, press them and push them if they wanted them. When the situation was good, the man who was satisfied would throw a few coins. If he met some bad guys, he might be sold to the prostitute/house, or simply picked up the stone next to him and smashed it on his head, and dragged the body back to his residence, decomposed, stored, and slowly ate it.

Among industrial civilians, the word "wife" has long existed. It has long been buried in dust and ruins, replaced by sayings such as "xx's woman". This means that they have no certain belongings, and may be owned by a man today, and will lie on the bed of another man tomorrow for some reason... According to the moral regulations of the civilized world, this is undoubtedly synonymous with filth and shame. But in the Neominsk, on the ore planet, this is a reality that almost all women must accept.

"Wife...wife?"

The woman repeated the word, and the expression on her face was a little confused, but she exuded a mature and beautiful charm.

This soldier is tall and strong. His appearance in his thirties is at the age of being fully mature. He is carrying an assault rifle on his back shoulder. If it were the past, such a man could have enough status and power in the New Minsk and even form a small gang. He doesn't need any reason to snatch himself away. However, now... although the skin on his face is rough, he has extremely strong expectations and a little bit of shyness.

The woman smiled. Although her eyes were a little confused, she still nodded subconsciously and made a strong "um" sound from her nose.

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Zhao Yi stood in front of the window on the third floor of the garrison headquarters, looking at the men and women standing on the edge of the square expressionlessly. Perhaps because he felt the atmosphere was a little deserted, he took out a cigarette, lit it, and squirted smoke, turning his eyes to the extremely long black abortions farther away.

According to a rough calculation, after conquering the entire Western District, the number of industrial civilians included in the administrative management of the garrison area should reach about 150,000. However, to some extent, this should be attributed to the voluntary surrender of San Eng and others who took the initiative to surrender in the night battle. If these gang leaders had not ordered the termination of resistance in a timely manner, more civilians would have been killed, and the Iron Guards under their command would have suffered greater casualties.

However, they are not their opponents after all. Zhao Yi firmly believes this - he owns the most advanced weapons in the world. If the ground is blocked, Liu Feng and Feng, who are on standby at the base, will each lead an air force squadron to participate in the battle. Of course, if it is not necessary, Zhao Yi will never expose more cards. Moreover, "Harm" Jack also promised: With the three thousand Iron Guards and armored troops armed to the teeth, not to mention the Western District, there will be no problem even in capturing the entire city of New Minsk.

"War will only bring damage. Operations require more effort..."

He needed to establish a new framework of order among industrial civilians. As a winner, Zhao Yi did not think that the previous approach of his soldiers was wrong. As long as it was a reasonable request, they should be satisfied to the greatest extent. Of course, if the woman refused on the spot, he would not be punished for this.

The census work will end next week at the latest. The current scope is limited to the West District. All people in the ranking must undergo quasi-military management. Although Zhao Yi is worth hundreds of millions of yuan, there is basically no balance in and out of funds. He must let industrial civilians help him create more wealth in a short period of time. Only in this way can he support them and gradually consolidate his position.

The first batch of "Ebola" plantations set up outside Novominsk have been completed. With sufficient energy supply, about fifty tons of colloids can be produced every month. If refined in the simplest way, about forty-five tons of synthetic food can be obtained. Although their taste and taste are not very good, they are necessities for maintaining life.

More planting farms are still under intense construction. In the next three months, the planting areas that have been built can provide 10,000 jobs for industrial civilians in their jurisdiction. Due to the use of large-scale production machinery, the elderly and children are fully qualified for daily work.

The energy sources of ag64 are divided into three types: wind energy, sunlight, and geothermal heat. Relying on material support from civilized society, large power stations set up around the base and underground can afford the power supply of the entire city of Novo Minsk, as well as the dissolution, extraction and purification of underground ice layers and other equipment operations.

As for housing, it is not a problem at all. As early as the early days of the universe's great immigration era, humans had developed hundreds of new cement formulas based on different soil conditions. The city of Novo Minsk is full of land, and there is no need for building permits for the bustling city of the immigrant planet. The never-tiring mechanical workers will repeat the boring brick piles. As long as drawings are implanted in the chips, they can be completed in the order of procedures.

Only a few core personnel, including Feng Tantan, knew the existence of the underground base. As for the civilians currently gathered... with the age limit of 35 to 18, all men entered the barracks for training. According to the plan, after pacifying the city of New Minsk, Zhao Yi will conduct military occupation of the entire planet AG64. Sand thieves, gangs, and various militants who refuse to accept reorganization... The intensity of the battle here is comparable to that of Africa on the old era. Zhao Yi can easily obtain a large number of veterans. Whether or not his combat experience is also the most critical factor in determining whether these people can become the Iron Guards, or still be the armed civilians.

As for women... they will receive a series of training courses according to different selection criteria. Although the pornography industry is the pillar industry of the future New Minsk, it also requires a large number of outstanding women who are competent in all aspects. Moreover, they will face more than just tourists.

Thinking of this, Zhao Yi turned around, kept the almost fixed calm on his face, and told Feng Tantan, who was standing behind him: "How is the lurker's personnel going to choose their work?"

Feng Tanshen stood with his feet back, stood up straight, and replied respectfully: "According to your instructions, there are currently 46 people selected. Twenty-one of them are women."

"So little?"

Zhao Yi was a little surprised. He frowned and pondered, "So, how are their ability to accept early education?"

"It's not clear yet. It takes time and more practice."

Feng Tantan took a few steps forward, took out a document from the closet, and handed it to Zhao Yi.

After contacting "Silver Zebra" and Xueyan, Zhao Yi began to think of building a team of his own intelligence collection.

Select suitable people from industrial civilians, brainwash them, receive training, and purchase citizenship for them, so that these people can return to civilized society, be scattered in every corner, and become their own eyes and ears.

The plan on paper seems very simple, but it is difficult to actually carry out - this involves a series of complex issues. After all, civilized society has extremely strict reviews for returning civilians. They will not easily accept abandoning people. Even if there are occasional cases, it is due to political or ruling needs. Even if they really pay a reserve of 100,000 yuan per person, it is impossible to return hundreds of large-scale civilians.

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