Jack turned around and gestured for his companion to come over.
"What's wrong?" His companion strode over, glancing around and sensing the sinister gazes directed at him.
Jack recounted what he had just heard to him.
"Are we going to live in their neighborhood?" My companion instinctively resisted the idea.
He had only one thought in his mind.
If they move into houses arranged for them by others, wouldn't they become like chickens and sheep waiting to be slaughtered?
How can this be allowed?
But this idea had only just begun to form in his mind.
The white man in charge of guiding them immediately spoke up, "Hey, brother, don't worry, we won't treat you like slaves. Otherwise, we would have done it already. We have tanks and planes. Trust me, it's easy."
"But in fact, we didn't do that, because we don't need slaves. It's a piece of shit, and it completely contradicts the ideals of our Mutual Aid Society. We are a progressive organization and will not tolerate the existence of slavery. We even wiped out the Newt Gang..."
"We're doing this simply to help you and restore order to the city, which also helps ensure our personal safety."
The white man's words were very persuasive.
At least Jack and his companions thought it made sense.
Based on our interactions over the past few days, the behavior of these mysterious individuals does indeed align with their current statements.
They always go out in tanks or armored vehicles, yet when they encounter survivors, they choose to be courteous and respectful, never abusing their power.
Jack thought for a while and realized that there was really nothing about these people worth swindling. They were just worthless lives, not even worth the price of a single shell for a tank.
So he tried asking his companion, "Should we give it a try?"
His companion shared the same idea, and he nodded. "Shall we give it a try?"
The white man spoke again at this point.
"Hey bro, I forgot to mention earlier, if you want to move into our community, you have to give up all your weapons in exchange for food and accept our inspection."
"Of course, we will still protect your personal safety and property, and a completely gun-free environment is more conducive to your peaceful life..."
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The two of them hesitated again.
The white man offering the persuasion used the same excuse again, saying that it was for the safety of both sides, and that they would no longer need weapons to protect themselves in the neighborhood or even the city.
Their psychological defenses were gradually eroded.
They eventually agreed, and Jack's companion went to call the two men's families.
Within their survivor group, there are several other families, and their companions will be responsible for notifying them, but whether they will be willing to come along is uncertain.
At the exchange site.
The survivors, who were just moments before excited that Jack had obtained a bag of rice, were now all filled with doubt.
Jack held onto the bag of rice and didn't move.
It's unclear whether he was imprisoned or if there were other circumstances.
The survivors who had just been itching to go up and exchange their items now dared not approach, fearing they might end up like Jack, "Imprisoned."
Regarding the activities of these people.
Zhang Tianyuan and Wu Yisi could see it clearly from the high-rise buildings outside the square.
The plan to exchange food for guns was first proposed by him, but the specific implementation was determined by psychological experts like Wu Yisi.
"Don't be fooled by their current hesitation. Once they see the first person succeed, they'll rush to exchange their tokens." Wu Yisi stood by the window, watching the stagnant situation below, her voice calm.
Zhang Tianyuan believed her judgment, and he also greatly admired the woman's methods.
The reason why tanks and armored vehicles were roaming the city streets for the past few days was to make a good impression on the survivors in the city.
Giving them food is to provide them with their most basic form of property.
It is difficult for people without property to settle down, because they can leave at any time.
Especially in a post-apocalyptic environment, these people often struggle to find food, have no hope for the future, and their behavior becomes unpredictable; they might suddenly turn antisocial at any moment.
But once they were given property, namely food, everything changed.
Once they have food, they will know that they will have another meal after this one.
Therefore, in order to ensure they can enjoy their next meal, and even the meal after that, they instinctively crave the protection of order.
Only in this way can the weak ensure that they will not be left with nothing at home.
He died in the street without food.
So after distributing food to them, the members of the Mutual Aid Society would immediately start promoting their newly established gun control "order" to them.
In this post-apocalyptic environment, survivors like Jack had no choice but to join the Mutual Aid Society's order and maintain it.
It can be said that after obtaining the food, all their behavior patterns were within Wu Yisi's predictions.
"After the five-day food exchange period ends, we will be able to cultivate a local interest group that owns property and desires stability."
Wu Yisi looked down at the plaza below and continued, "These people are the foundation of our Mutual Aid Society in this time and space."
"Does the chairman plan to continue providing assistance?"
Wu Yisi asked.
Zhang Tianyuan shook his head.
How could we possibly continue the aid?
This rice was all paid for out of the Mutual Aid Society's own pocket.
Although only a thousand tons have been taken out so far, it's not a large amount.
But it's impossible to feed all these people with rice forever.
He's not one to raise parasites.
"Once the rice is distributed, Robert should arrange for these people to work on the Newt Gang's plantation so they can support themselves."
That was his initial idea: the distributed food was merely meant to provide the survivors with basic rations.
This area of San Francisco is probably the best place on Earth right now.
It's a joke Africa people here need aid to survive.
Those peering from outside the square were unaware that people up above were talking about them.
The survivors were completely focused on Jack and his bag of rice.
They are waiting.
Jack was also waiting.
After waiting for a long time on both sides, Jack's familiar figure finally appeared at the end of the street.
It was his family and that of his companions; other members of their gang also came.
They were pushing a homemade cart, carrying all their belongings, as they walked over...
Only when Jack pulled out more weapons to exchange for more rice did the other survivors realize what was happening.
That son of a bitch wants to exchange for more rice!
Everyone panicked immediately.
Without waiting any longer, many people hurriedly sent their companions back to the base and brought out their own old, discarded weapons...