The laws of the island area stipulate in detail the work and rest time of each citizen, and there are clear regulations on when to work and when to rest and play.

It's working time now, and apart from the occasional government staff activity, there's not a single citizen in sight on the street.

Ximena pursed her lips and sighed, either sarcastically or with emotion: "To turn any citizen who has the ability to enter the island into a screw with only a fixed mind, California has really turned 'cyberics'

It’s the best place to do it.”

A car is about to drive onto the Castle Peak Bridge across Victoria Harbour.

At the entrance to the old district, Ximena saw a colorful picture posted on a huge billboard.

This painting can be seen everywhere in the island area. It shows a middle-aged man about fifty years old, with a slicked back hair and a trimmed beard under his nose.

His face has thick lines, his eyes are calm and intimidating, and he points his index finger at everyone who looks at the screen.

There are bilingual annotations under the drawings.

【big brother is watg you!】
Chapter completed!