Rise of the Wasteland Chapter 787: Profanity
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Simon and others sent the old Harris as a negotiator, but they did not have any explanations and orders, and they did not have any authorization. They only said that they would bring in radio contact, and even the so-called guards were several miscellaneous soldiers. These methods make it clear that people are used as cannon fodder, and there is no expectation of any actual results at all.
When the old Harris walked out of the very city hall, he was extremely angry and depressed. He wished he could immediately lead the Mutant from Washington as a lead party and kill the waste leaders one by one.
But waiting to be blown away by the cold wind outside, the old Harris regained a few sensible minds. He knew that if he really took Mutant to Philadelphia, hundreds of thousands of innocent residents would be in trouble.
Everyone in Philadelphia experienced many hardships and was forced to return to the city destroyed by a nuclear bomb. If he died because of the old Harris's personal grievances, such crimes will not be forgiven by God, and he will definitely go to hell.
"If I bring Mutant, what is that? Internal traitor? Scum? Adulterous?" Old Harris kept his last sense of reason and bottom line, secretly said: It seems that I can only save my son by myself .
Without any rest, the tired old Harris led the team to Washington again. Knowing that he was going to the Mutant site, the guard assigned to him fled in a blink of an eye, and no one would follow him to death. In the end he could only be alone on the road overnight.
Driving off-road motorcycles at night, the cold wind pours into the neck like a knife cut, but the old Harris can only insist on clenching his teeth. The headlights illuminate the road, and the strong wind screams. Only the engine of the rumble motorcycle roars between the world and the world.
Suddenly, a few humanoid figures suddenly appeared on the road, and the two sides almost collided under the dazzling lights. Once the old Harris twisted its head, the body fell over and fell to the ground, but he immediately drew his gun and shouted after falling down.
He walked on the road in the middle of the night. In all cases, he was a mutated human being who was hungry, and if he accidentally died, he would die halfway. Old Harris still has to save his son, but he doesn't want to die.
"Raise your hand."
After shouting, the old Harris used the afterglow of motorcycle headlights to see a family of three in a panic opposite. It can be seen from the face that this is a normal human being, and listening to the sound can also determine that they are basically harmless.
The two sides confronted each other for a while before calming down some of the atmosphere. The old Harris even scolded: "Are you crazy? Are you afraid to be eaten by Mutant in the wild in the middle of the night?"
The men in the opposite family protect their wives and children and said helplessly: "We heard that there is a shelter in Baltimore. They have a good relationship with Mutant and are willing to help accommodate a group of people."
"Bullshit, I have never seen anyone who has a good relationship with Mutant. It would be nice if they do n’t eat humans." Old Harris is unimaginable to this kind of argument, otherwise how could he run back and forth in a hurry? The rumors of Mutant savage are deeply rooted.
"A friend of mine has gone, he said the situation is true." The man on the opposite side is not very sure, "Of course, this may be a trap, but I can only try my luck. Our family has not been for three days. I ’m eating, I ’m not even sure if I can go to Baltimore. "
Listening to the sound, I also know that the family of three on the opposite side is very weak. I just could n’t dodge the motorcycle when I just encountered it. I can imagine that they did n’t have much strength.
"I understand you, although I hope it is small, but I can only try it with my life. In fact, I am the same, I also want to go to the Mutant site, I also hope that Mutant can be friendly."
Old Harris ’s tone also became extremely low. He drew a piece of dried meat from himself and tore it in half. He passed it, “I ’m not sure if I can survive after dawn, this is the only thing I can give you Helped. "
The man on the opposite side cried and took the dried jerky, shouting and thanking God all the time, and the old Harris put his motorcycle back on the road again. As the journey continued to extend, he suddenly found that there were still many people on this night road.
"The news came out five days ago, we can only try our luck."
"We have no choice. If you don't go, you will definitely die. If you go, you may die."
"We really need help, we really need it."
Old Harris met more and more people along the way, all walked to Baltimore like a corpse. These people are indifferent, only the survival instinct drives them to act.
Someone even fell on the ground while walking, because the body was too weak. Some people were crying and weeping next to the bodies of their loved ones halfway through. Some people stayed for a while and went on.
This is a long road to death and a painful way to survive.
Looking at people walking all the way and dying all the way, old Harris's mood collapsed, and he cried while driving. He was really worried about whether his son would die like this for some reason. He kept calling the name of God and inspiring his spirit.
"Jehovah, please don't stay away from me."
"You are my strength, please help me."
"You are my guardian, the only one I depend on."
Old Harris was thinking about it as if he saw a little light shining in the dark night. The light was getting bigger and dazzling. It made people feel warm, like a tall angel descending from the sky, but why is this angel ..., why is it so ugly? Why is it so Mutant? !
Ah ..., really Mutant!
For a moment, the off-road motorcycle braked suddenly on the road, and the old Harris found a shelter with a large wattage bright light suddenly appeared at this intersection. Hundreds of refugees from Kuhaha gathered in the camp, and under the lights at the entrance of the camp, a heavily armed Mutant.
Old Harris looked at Mutant coldly, and Mutant also looked at him froze. After a few seconds, he remembered his identity and shouted: "I am the negotiator of the New Jersey Steel Brotherhood. I have come. You cannot kill any hostages."
After shouting several times, the Mutant soldiers on the opposite side did not respond. Instead, they stared at the pair of bullseyes and looked at the old Harris. They seemed to be thinking about what this stupid * force wanted to do?
After a while, a priest dressed up came out of the camp and shouted, "People who need help come in quickly. We have prepared food and ensure your safety."
After the vocalization, the old Harris heard a hula and suddenly remembered the dense and noisy footsteps behind him. A bunch of people came out of the shadow of the road behind him.
"Wow ..., there are really camps here."
"God, this Mutant is terrible, I am scared not to come close."
"I don't care anymore, even if I want to eat me, I will make me full again."
The number of people who rushed out was probably more than one hundred. After making sure that the old Harris was not eaten, everyone burst into the camp. Instead, the old Harris, which was originally in front, was left outside.
"I ..., I am the messenger." Old Harris looked at the Mutant warrior and wanted to emphasize his special status.
The priest who ran out quickly stepped closer to bring the old Harris closer to the camp, and kept talking in his mouth, "Do n’t be afraid, Mutant will not cause trouble when you are full. Of course, the premise is that you do n’t find death to provoke They. "
"Is there really a good relationship between humans and Mutant?" Old Harris felt his three views were greatly impacted.
The priest immediately said: "God said that Mutant is also a human being, and we should understand and understand each other."
What ... when did God say this? Old Harris has a look of ‘I am a little student, do n’t lie to me’.
Of course, the priest himself was not too sure about this, he added a sentence: "This is what our army commander said, we should always believe the army commander, right?"
Nonsense in the name of God, you are blasphemy! (To be continued.)