Rise of the Wasteland Chapter 785: Father and son
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Potomac River, Washington.
Many people know that Washington DC is the capital of the United States, but not many people know that Washington DC can reach the Atlantic Ocean through the Potomac River.
The drought in the nuclear winter has greatly reduced the runoff of the Potomac River. Large-tonnage cargo ships cannot enter. Only small boats of 100-ton class can dock. On the shore, the Harris father and son are lying in a withered forest, holding binoculars to observe a bridge across the Potomac River.
There are more than ten electric-driven medium-sized trucks on the bridge. These trucks have been working in the urban area of Washington for more than a month. The trucks are driven by the terrifying Zombie, and the work is accompanied by a lot of terrible. Mutant.
Search, search, search, these Mutants are looted everywhere like locusts. Just across the distance from Harris father and son is about a kilometer away is the Pentagon of the United States. Thousands of Mutant and Zombie have been moved in the building for four or five days, and the good things are almost evacuated.
Various office equipment, industrial machinery, heavy vehicles, production consumables, and daily supplies are constantly being removed. Mutant used cranes to move the supplies to the speedboat docked on the Potomac River, and then the speedboat transported it to the open sea again, then hoisted the cargo ship parked on the open sea, and finally transported away.
"Which group does Mutant belong to?" Harris and his son have been squatting in the woods for several days. They belong to the forces of the Brotherhood of Steel in New Jersey. The current task is to figure out the background of this group of Mutant And strength.
With such large-scale transportation and evacuation work, there must be a strong logistics support and management plan. As far as Mutant ’s mind is concerned, they simply ca n’t think of such complicated things.
The Steel Brotherhood of New Jersey once sent tanks and armored vehicles to try to drive the Mutant that occupied Washington. As a result, it went to three thousand people and fled less than a thousand. The intrepid Mutant taught the leaders of the Brotherhood in New Jersey a profound lesson.
"Look, that rechargeable battery car is here again." The little Harris in his tens shouted while holding binoculars.
Old Harris hastened to stop his son not to be too loud. Their mission is extremely dangerous, because the rumor that Mutant will eat people is notorious. As long as they have seen their tall and weird looks, everyone will feel a chill from the bottom of their hearts.
All kinds of transportation vehicles are indispensable for searching. In the absence of fuel, it is more convenient to use electricity. But electricity did not come out of thin air. Harris and his son guessed that this group of Mutant should have mastered a mobile nuclear power plant.
Mobile nuclear power plants are expensive high-tech equipment that is generally used to respond to disasters or emergencies, or to provide power protection for the military in the wild. This thing can be pulled away by a heavy truck, which is very convenient. As Washington, the capital, such high-end goods are a must.
Harris and his son waited for this mobile nuclear power plant, commonly known as the ‘battery car’. After determining the target, the old Harris quickly turned on the radio he carried, and he would guide his armed helicopter to launch a surprise attack and **** the vehicle of great value.
But just as the old Harris was about to start calling, there was a sudden click of a broken branch in the woods behind them. There was a chill in the heart of the father and son. The distance of this sound was about tens of meters away. If it is Mutant, one breath can rush up.
The click sound is getting clearer and clearer, and the heavy footsteps unique to Mutant have been confirmed. Thinking about Mutant's sense of smell as a dog, the old Harris immediately shouted: "Son, run!"
The little Harris immediately jumped out of his disguise point, dragged a nearby off-road motorcycle to start immediately, and hurried up to evacuate. Moto only ran ten meters away, and he heard gunshots and his father's roar in the woods where he had just hidden.
Old Harris This is to use his own life to create an escape opportunity for his son as much as possible. This situation made Xiao Harris burst into tears on the spot. He had already watched the scenes of life and death parting, and now it was his turn.
When she looked back, the little Harris saw two monster-like Mutants pinching his father's neck, standing at the edge of the woods and grinning at him. And his father is still struggling to shout, "Run, the child runs, leave me alone".
Unable to run away. Little Harris saw a Mutant carrying a machine gun. He had personally seen the shooting stability of the Mutant metamorphosis. Now he ca n’t escape the bullet at a distance of tens of meters.
"No ..., don't kill my father, eat me if you want to eat." Little Harris stopped desperately, he didn't know what to do, he could only shout subconsciously.
Two Mutant soldiers came up with a playful grin. One of them threw the old Harris in front of the little Harris, and said with disdain: "You are lucky, we are full today."
Harris father and son were escorted into an electric commuter car and bumped back into the city of Washington. They saw all kinds of mutant humans along the way, basically no two were the same. This scene of a hundred ghost travels is really to scare the fart, and the soul is not attached.
When the commuter car arrived at the White House, the father and son really entered the building symbolizing the highest power in the United States for the first time. They easily walked into the president's round table office, and a working 'Zombie' met them.
"My name is Bill. If you saw me two months ago, you would definitely become a corpse. But now I can give you a way to live." As the leader, "Zombie" has a sharp voice, and sometimes hoarse, it seems The ghost is yelling.
The father and son were already bloodless, and their teeth were knocking. They heard that there was a way to live and nodded quickly like a garlic, and they wished to kneel down to show obedience.
‘Zombie’Bill shouted, and a Mutant hugged a heavy vat from outside the office. When it fell on the ground, the office of Commander Yingying was smashed into a hole.
"This is the‘ Supreme ’brand protein powder. The newest first-class product. We want to sell this thing to the outside world.” Bill said, “Try it.”
Protein powder? the arrival? Sales?
The Mutant on the side opened the iron bucket and signaled the old Harris to try it. The old Harris stretched out his hand and grabbed a small bite into his mouth, feeling ..., to be honest, it was not very tasty.
But ... there is obviously a turning point in this matter. The old Harris swallowed several times in a row, trying to calm himself down. He realized at this moment that he might not really die, "Do you want us to help sell things?"
"Your task is very simple. Your son stays, you take the sample to contact the leader of the Brotherhood of New Jersey, I hope you can bring the real contact messenger to me in three days."
‘Zombie’ Bill waved, escorted Mutant gave another small jar of protein powder to the old Harris, and then pushed him out of the office.
Looking at which office representing power is about to close, the old Harris quickly shouted: "Son, I will come back, I will come back."
The old Harris was pushed and shoved out of the White House again, and his son ’s off-road motorcycle was given back to him. A Mutant warrior Shen Sheng said: "I filled the motorcycle's fuel tank, I hope you can come back within three days, otherwise your son will still die."
After the motorcycle was returned, no one took care of the old Harris. Looking at the various mutant humans coming and going around, and thinking about the son who was still trapped, he did not have any fear in his heart. Instead, he screamed and quickly rode on the motorcycle. Leaving.
"I want to come back, I have to come back, I have to report the news and come back again." (To be continued.)