Rise of the Wasteland Chapter 788: Shake
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Old Harris did not stay too much in the camp, he still worried about his son's condition. The priests in the camp also could n’t help but he was relieved: “We are so helpless to this, everything can only be done by God ’s will.”
You **** * is teasing me!
The old Harris, who was on the road again, scolded incessantly. The cataclysm and the advent of the nuclear winter completely disrupted human thought. Originally, the beginning of the faith became unbelievers, and the unbelief eager to find a support for their souls. In short, the person is a senior lifeforms and has corresponding spiritual needs.
The rest of the journey was quite smooth. Old Harris saw several other camps, but he did n’t go in and wasted his time. When it was dawn, he finally ran back to Washington and hurried to the White House.
Although one's messenger team is too shabby, the old Harris still saw the ‘Zombie’ Bill who presided over the management of Mutant. But when he thought about how to figure out some tricks to make the other party happy, Bill made him leave without a word.
"Leave? I am the messenger of the New Jersey Brotherhood, appointed by the Simon commander."
"He appointed at least three or four messengers like you. Someone drove over the plane before you, so you said you were late."
Fuck! Hurry and hurry up and be late, the old Harris stayed for a while, "So ..., where is my son?"
"You should have breakfast in a nearby camp, you should find it yourself."
I was tired and anxious for three days. The old Harris found that his identity as a messenger could not be used in any way. He was kicked out of nowhere and found his son among a bunch of refugees on the South Lawn of the White House.
"Little Harris, God bless you, I ’m really scared of losing you." Seeing his son safe and sound, the old Harris ran forward cheering and hugged his son while bursting into tears, "Okay, boy, Don't be afraid. Dad will take you out of here. "
"Dad, don't be nervous, I think it's pretty good here." Little Harris wasn't too scared. The teenage boy was particularly brave.
"Don't be kidding, there are Mutant everywhere, I don't want to stay here." Old Harris looked serious, dragging his son and wanted to leave.
"Dad, I'm not kidding. Although Mutant looks fierce, in fact, as long as you are full, there is no threat." Little Harris took his father's hand to the camp and shouted to someone like a cook: "Can I have a breakfast for my father?"
A simple tray, an iron spoon, and a big sticky breakfast. Harris and his son also occupied a small table and two chairs in the camp.
"What the **** is this?" The old Harris has been through three days and three nights, hungry, in addition exhausted, and has no resistance to food. He took a spoonful and felt the taste was okay. This paste-like breakfast also added salt and a small amount of fat, and it was okay to eat.
"I heard that it is protein powder, which is rich in nutrients and easy to digest. I have eaten this for three days, and there are six flavors. I have tried it all, but the refugees can eat one meal a day." Little Harris said again Voice said: "Dad, I found a way to get rich here."
"What way?" Old Harris quickly put food into his mouth, and at the same time looked up at his son. He is now sensitive to any method of seeking survival.
"I have been working as a handyman for those 'Zombie' and Mutant in the White House these past two days, listening to them talking about how to recruit more professionals. Don't look at the many refugees here who come to join, but most people do not meet their requirements .
It is said that what stands behind this Mutant is ‘Aurora Legion’. The legion needs various industrial equipment and manufacturing personnel, or a specialized agricultural population. They paid a high price to acquire talents in this area.
Many people have organized slave-hunting teams to arrest people. We feel that we can also do this business. I know that many people in Philadelphia should meet the requirements of the Legion. We can make a fortune before the news spreads. "The little Harris is a big devil, and he is eager to try.
"No." Old Harris flatly refused, "We can't do this kind of thing. This is a sinful act against the will of others."
But Harris immediately changed his angle and said, "Then we can help others get help. Is this always possible? How many people are living on the verge of death now? We want to find a way to get them to Washington or Baltimore to let them live. And we can also make a lot of money. "
This ..., it seems impossible to refute!
The spoons for the old Harris's meals were stopped in the air. He recalled that on the way he rushed to Washington just a few hours ago, the crowds who kept hoping to be contained, and the large number of dead bodies connected in a line halfway. , Which is crying or numb survivor.
"We are helping others, God will applaud. And the reward given by 'Aurora Legion' is really good." Little Harris did not mix with Mutant for two or three days. For breakfast, he took the other party to a small port in Washington.
This port has been transformed into a bazaar dedicated to population trade. Little Harris explained: "At present, many people are willing to go with‘ Aurora Legion ’, but there are not many people who can get on the boat. The legion does not want an ordinary service population.”
The port bazaar is extremely noisy and chaotic, with a lot of human voices. The old Harris saw crowds of people clamoring and noisy, but no one dared to attack the defense line of the boarding face of the heavily armed Mutant soldiers.
"Everyone knows that they can live on board the ship, but not everyone gets permission. Those who are crying can't get a visa and are refused. Some people can't even accept it and commit suicide on the spot." Little Harris also sighed at this Repeatedly.
A lot of people are registering their information, but it ’s more than a dozen ‘Zombie’. ‘Zombie’ without any emotional fluctuations simply ignores the applicant ’s pleading and crying, they will ask various questions or on-site tests, and strictly select the people they need.
"The Legion picks three levels of A, B, and C, which are high-end talents, professional talents, and non-technical or service personnel. C-level will be driven away, B-level will be able to board, and A-level will be Get preferential treatment.
You can get five gold coins by providing a B-level, and A-level is a hundred gold coins. And the material here in the port is quite rich. Weapons, ammunition and living materials look extremely attractive. "The little Harris has already said that it's a flurry of dancing.
Old Harris walked around the crowd in the market and had to admit that there was no forced slavery. On the contrary, many people wish to be slaves in order to board the rescue boat ‘Aurora Legion’.
But only those with a college degree or above, or those with technical expertise, or beautiful young women can be truly rescued. Others can only watch those lucky people board and leave, there is no way.
And everyone who gets on board will get a gift pack with cigarettes, coffee, and even sweets. A small number of high-end A-level talents can even get small pieces of grilled chicken and wine.
The vast majority of people are hungry and thin. After getting the food, they ca n’t help eating it on the spot. The appearance of gobbling is even more attractive to people wanting to board the ship.
Little Harris looked at the meat-feeding drool and took the hand of his father and shook it and said, "Dad, please. Let ’s do it, we have guns and motorcycles. We can now pull a vote to organize a rescue Team, what do you think? "
Old Harris was really shaken. He himself was hooked by the food distributed by ‘Aurora Legion’ and could n’t help swallowing it. He glanced through the crowd and selected a tall man who also brought his family. He stepped forward and said, "Hey, I want to organize a slave squad. Are you interested in partnership?"
The man on the opposite side understood his old Harris ’s proposal and immediately nodded. Even when others around them heard their proposal, they all gathered around. The simple slave-hunting team has been pieced together. (To be continued.)