Scattered shell casings lay strewn across the ground, stained with blood.
From time to time, someone passing by would kick them aside. After making one or two dull sounds upon landing, they would stick fast and remain motionless.
Stuck in blood.
Bodies had been laid out across the ground outside the warehouse, while the cameras faithfully recorded everything.
"Two hundred and forty-three people, including their leader."
The security bureau official in charge of the case lit a cigarette. Some people nearby glanced over, looking at the cigarette in his hand and the wisps of smoke rising from it. They swallowed, then continued with their work.
Cigarettes were very expensive.
At present, the hydroponic farms within the Federation grew basically nothing but edible, high-yield crops. People could barely afford to eat, so no one would waste so many resources growing tobacco.
But some hydroponic farms were indeed growing tobacco. After all, the masters of District One and District Two had racked their brains and exhausted themselves managing the shelters.
When they wanted to relax for a while, lighting a cigarette was certainly a necessity.
They had already done so much for everyone. What was wrong with satisfying one of their small needs? Cigarettes in the shelters were mainly supplied to District One and District Two. They were sold in other areas as well, but at extremely high prices.
A pack of cigarettes that had cost ninety-nine cents outside now cost 0.05 Credit Points, which converted to roughly twenty-five Federal Sol, or a little over ten yuan by the old valuation.
On top of that, with the limited sources of income inside the shelters and the equally limited income in outside society, most families could no longer afford the luxury of smoking.
That was why the longing in those people's eyes when