Dark night and flying snow obscured people's sight. The refugees held torches made of cloth strips and iron rods and followed Johnson and Northenford, walking among the ruins toward the greenhouse.

"I didn't expect the greenhouse to take us in at this time."

Covering his mouth and nose with old clothes, Northenford walked in the snow with one foot deep and one foot shallow, and said to Johnson.

"Before tonight, I didn't expect that I would come to take you into the greenhouse." Using a flashlight to shine on the road ahead, Johnson lowered his eyes and replied calmly.

Northenford was stunned for a moment, and then he seemed to have thought of something and looked at Johnson in surprise.

“Isn’t this Greenhouse’s decision?”

His speculation was not without reason, because if the greenhouse was to receive a large number of refugees, they would definitely send a well-equipped team with weapons to prevent refugee riots.

Instead of just sending one person like now.

Noxonford has been a city manager of a greenhouse, so he knows the reasonable process involved.

He didn't notice this just now because the incident happened suddenly, but now he has obviously reacted.

Johnson did not answer Northenford's question directly. Instead, he glanced sideways at the broadcast tower in the center of the city and spoke slowly after a long pause.

"Their singing is very contagious."

Northenford did not immediately follow Johnson's jumping topic, but he was just stunned for a moment. He seemed to understand what Johnson meant, smiled and said.

"Yes, so do their people."

"Do you know them?"

"Or I know one of them, and she changed our destiny."

"Really?" Johnson nodded, stopped talking, and just continued to lead the way.

In the wind and snow, his steps were so firm, as if he had found his destiny.

The concert was still going on. On the dark road, the little girl Nana leaned on her mother's arms, pointing to the light in the distance and asked.

"Mom, what is that?"

"That, that is the lighthouse, it will guide us in the direction home."

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Although she couldn't feel it, Yanagi Yuan was certain that the place she was in was not cold.

Because of the heating provided by electric heating panels on three sides, the low temperature on the broadcast tower is not as terrible as expected, and even the snow is slowly melting.

And her front, the only direction where the wind and snow would blow, was blocked by Liz, preventing her from facing the cold current mixed with the strong wind.

If nothing else, this should be Liz's special arrangement.

Obviously, she didn't intend to put Yanagi Yuan completely in danger.

As a crazy person, Liz is obviously unqualified because she is only crazy about herself.

Looking at the figure blocking his way intentionally or unintentionally, Liuyuan felt a strange emotion in his heart.

Because this may be the first time she has played a protected role, and in such an awkward way.

In fact, Liz is not good at expressing herself, just like when she faced the departure of her parents, she always remained silent.

If she hadn't suppressed it for too long, she wouldn't be like this now, wanting to scream desperately.

"Oh mother, tell your children. Oh! Mother, tell your children."

At this moment, Liz, who was standing in front of Liuyuan, sang like this.

"Not to do what I have done. Don't follow in my footsteps."

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Outside the greenhouse gate, the soldiers on the barrier looked at the refugees gathered in the snow with complicated expressions, and Johnson stood in front of the refugees.

Just five minutes ago, this man who was supposed to be in the greenhouse with them arrived here with the refugees, in a way they had never imagined, in the middle of a snowstorm.

In the team of soldiers, a man dressed as an officer was silent for a while, then he picked up the communicator with a gloomy expression and spoke to the bottom of the greenhouse.

"Sergeant 2nd Class Johnson, I hope you understand what you are doing."

Under the illumination of the torch, Johnson looked pale and took off the communicator from his waist, put it to his mouth and said.

"This is Second Sergeant Johnson Dave of the 5th Greenhouse in the West. We have encountered a snowstorm and our lives are being threatened. We have no weapons, we prepare our own food, and we only seek the most basic shelter."

"Johnson, I am warning you in my personal capacity that you are violating Article 73 of the Greenhouse Regulations and introducing aliens without permission, and you will be punished!"

"Repeat, this is Second Sergeant Johnson Dave, No. 5 Greenhouse in the West. We have encountered a snowstorm, and our lives are being threatened. We have no weapons, we prepare our own food, and we only seek the most basic shelter."

"Johnson!"

"repeat······"

"enough!"

Perhaps out of frustration, or perhaps unable to watch his old friend die outside the greenhouse, the officer on the rampart gritted his teeth bitterly and said to his soldiers.

"Open the door!"

"But sir..."

"I said, open the door!"

"yes!"

In the night when the wind and snow were howling, the greenhouse door slowly opened.

At the same time, the flames in the hands of the refugees also illuminated this dark post-disaster city.

Unlike the originally slightly cold lights on the barrier, these flames were never pale.

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"Bang bang."

In the Greenhouse Archon's office, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in." A somewhat fat man stood by the window with his hands behind his back, looking at the colorful light outside and said.

After a while, a young man wearing glasses walked in, lowering his eyes and holding a document in his hand.

"Sir, the soldiers are opening the gate privately to accept refugees. Do we need to stop them?"

The fat man paused and waved his hand with his back to the door.

"No need, I want to listen to this concert more now. As for those refugees, you go to the rich area and transfer some supplies. It will be enough to feed them."

"But if this happens, residents in the upper city may complain."

"Why, if you go with a gun, do they still dare to resist? Those people who are pampered should also be suppressed."

"I see."

"By the way, bring me a bottle of wine later. I'm going to drink some."

"Okay sir, would you like it to be brandy or whiskey?"

“Cypressus (garbage wine).”

"I understand."

The young man left the room silently, and the fat man closed his eyes again, listening to the music that echoed in the city.

Sure enough, I am still too cowardly, even worse than a little girl...

Yes, he has made a decision at this moment, he wants to reform this greenhouse.
Chapter completed!