Washington, on the banks of the Potomac River. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Many people know that Washington, D.C. is the capital of the United States, but not many know that Washington, D.C. can be connected to the Atlantic Ocean via the Potomac River.

The drought of the nuclear winter has greatly reduced the runoff of the Potomac River, and the large tonnage freighters cannot enter, and only the 100-ton dinghy can still dock. On the shore, the Harris father and son are lying in a withered wood, holding binoculars at a bridge across the Potomac River.

There are more than a dozen electrically powered medium-duty trucks on the bridge that have been working in the downtown area of Washington for more than a month, driven by horrific zombies and accompanied by a large number of terrifying mutants.

Loot and loot and loot these mutants like locusts everywhere. About a kilometer away from the Harris father and son is the Pentagon in the United States, where thousands of mutants and 'zombies' have been moving around for four or five days, and the good things are almost empty.

All kinds of office equipment, industrial machinery, heavy vehicles, production consumables, and daily necessities are constantly being moved. The mutants use a crane to carry the supplies to a speedboat docked in the Potomac River, which in turn transports it to the open sea, hoists it onto a freighter parked in the open sea, and finally transports it away.

"Who the hell do these mutants belong to?" The Harris father and son have been squatting in the woods for days, they belong to the New Jersey forces of the Brotherhood of Steel, and their current mission is to find out the background and strength of this group of mutants.

Such a large-scale removal and emptying work requires a strong logistical support and management plan, and mutants' minds can't think of such complicated things at all.

The Brotherhood of Steel in New Jersey once sent tanks and armored vehicles to try to drive away the mutants who occupied Washington, only to go to 3,000 and flee back less than 1,000. The fierce mutants teach the Brotherhood leaders of New Jersey a profound lesson.

"Look, that charging battery car is here again." Little Harris, who is a teenager, cried out with a telescope.

Old Harris hurriedly told his son not to be too loud, their mission was extremely dangerous, because the rumors that mutants would eat people were notorious. As long as they see their tall and strange appearance, everyone will feel a chill rise from the bottom of their hearts.

Looting is indispensable for all kinds of transport vehicles, and in the absence of fuel, it is much easier to use electricity. But electricity doesn't come out of nowhere, and the Harris couple speculates that the mutants must have mastered some mobile nuclear power plant.

Mobile nuclear power plants are expensive high-tech equipment, generally used to deal with disasters or sudden accidents, or to provide power support for the military in the field, which can be pulled by a heavy truck, which is very convenient. And Washington, as the capital, can be described as a must-have.

The Harris father and son have been waiting for this mobile nuclear power plant, commonly known as the 'battery car'. After determining the target, Harris Sr. hurriedly activated the radio he carried, and he will direct his helicopter gunship to launch a surprise attack and take away this valuable vehicle.

But just as Old Harris was about to start calling, there was a sudden click of broken branches in the woods behind them. A chill immediately appeared in the hearts of the father and son, and the distance of this voice was about a few tens of meters away, if it was a mutant, a single breath could rush up.

The clatter sound was getting clearer and clearer, and the heavy footsteps characteristic of mutants were confirmed. Thinking that mutants have the same sensitive sense of smell as dogs, old Harris immediately shouted, "Son, run!" ”

Little Harris immediately jumped out of his camouflage point, dragged out a dirt bike next to him, and immediately started, and quickly stepped on it and evacuated. The motorcycle had only run a distance of about ten meters when he heard gunshots and his father's roar from the woods where he had just been hiding.

Harris Sr. wanted to use his life to create as many escape opportunities as possible for his son. This situation made little Harris burst into tears on the spot, he had seen too many scenes of life and death, and now it was finally his turn.

Turning back in a panic, little Harris saw two monstrous mutants holding his father's neck, standing on the edge of the woods and grinning at him. And his father was still struggling and shouting 'Run, kid run, leave me alone'.

Can't run away, little Harris saw a mutant pick up a machine gun, he had seen the mutant pervert's shooting stability with his own eyes, and he couldn't dodge the bullets at a distance of tens of meters now.

"......No, don't kill my father, eat me if you want." Little Harris stopped in despair, he didn't know what to do, he could only subconsciously shout loudly.

Two mutant warriors walked up with a playful grin, and one of them threw Harris Sr. in front of Harris Jr. and said in a disdainful tone, "You're lucky that we're full today." ”

The Harris father and son were put into an electric commuter car and stumbled back to Washington. They saw all sorts of mutated humans along the way, and almost no two of them were the same. This scene of a hundred ghosts traveling is really scaring people, and the soul is not possessed.

When the commuter bus arrived at the White House, it was the first time that father and son had entered this building, which symbolizes the highest power in the United States. They easily walked into the president's round table office, where they were met by a working 'zombie'.

"My name is Bill, and if you had seen me two months ago, you would have turned into a corpse. But now I can give you a way to live. "The 'zombie' as the leader has a high-pitched, sometimes hoarse voice, like a ghost screaming.

The father and son were already bloodless, their teeth were pounding, and when they heard that there was a way to live, they nodded hurriedly like pounding garlic, and they couldn't wait to kneel down to show their obedience.

'Zombie' Bill shouted, and a mutant carried a heavy vat from outside the office and landed on the ground with a thud, smashing the office of the Eagle Sauce Commander.

"This is the 'Supreme' brand protein powder, the latest arrival, and we want to sell this thing to the outside world." Bill said, "Try it." ”

Protein powder? Arrival? Sale?

The mutant on the side opened the iron bucket and motioned for Old Harris to taste it. Old Harris reached out and grabbed a small handful of it and ate it into his mouth, feeling ......, not very tasty to be honest.

However, ......, there is clearly a turnaround in this matter. Old Harris swallowed several times in an effort to calm his mind, and only then did he realize that he might not really have to die, "You want us to help sell something?" ”

"Your task is simple. Your son stays, you take the sample to contact the leader of the Brotherhood of Steel in New Jersey, and I hope you will bring the real contact messenger to me in three days. ”

With a wave of his hand, the escorted mutant gave Harris Sr. a small jar of protein powder and pushed him out of the office.

Seeing that the office representing power was about to close the door, old Harris hurriedly shouted heartbreakingly: "Son, I will come back, I will definitely come back." ”

Harris Sr. was shoved and shoved out of the White House, and his son's off-road motorcycle was given back to him. One mutant warrior said in a deep voice, "I filled up the fuel tank of my motorcycle, and I hope you can come back in three days, otherwise your son will still die." ”

After the motorcycle was returned, no one took care of Harris Sr. Looking at the various mutated humans coming and going around him, and thinking about his son who was still trapped, he didn't have any fear in his heart, but shouted and hurriedly rode on the motorcycle, hugged the iron can in his arms, and left quickly.

"I'm coming back, I'm coming back, I'm going to report the news and come back." (To be continued.) )