Harris Sr. didn't spend much time in the camp, and he was still worried about his son's condition. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info and the priest in the camp could not help this, but he was relieved: "We are so helpless about this, everything can only be done by God's will." ”

You're kidding me!

Old Harris, who was on the road again, cursed non-stop, and the cataclysm and the advent of nuclear winter completely disturbed the minds of mankind. Those who originally had faith began to become unbelievers, and those who had no faith were anxious to find a support for their hearts. In short, human beings are advanced creatures with corresponding spiritual needs.

The rest of the journey went well, and Harris Sr. saw several other camps, but he didn't waste time in them, and finally ran back to Washington at dawn, and hurried to the White House.

Although the one-man team of messengers was a bit shabby, Harris Sr. met Bill the 'Zombie' who was in charge of the mutant management work. But just when he was thinking about how to figure out some tricks to make the other party happy, Bill couldn't deny letting him go.

"Leave? I am the emissary of the New Jersey Brotherhood, appointed by Commander Simon himself. ”

"He appointed at least three or four emissaries like you, and someone flew in before you, so you were late."

Exercise! Hurrying and hurrying to be late, old Harris stayed for a while, "Then ......, where is my son?" ”

"I should have breakfast at a nearby containment camp, so you can find it yourself."

After three days of exhaustion, old Harris found that his identity as an emissary was not of any use. Somehow, he was kicked out again, and then found his son among a pile of refugees on the South Lawn of the White House.

"Little Harris, God forbid, I'm really scared to lose you." Seeing that his son was safe and sound, old Harris ran forward with cheers, hugged his son and burst into tears, "Okay, child, don't be afraid." Daddy will take you out of here. ”

"Dad, don't be nervous, I think it's good here." Little Harris wasn't too scared, and teenage boys seemed particularly bold.

"No kidding, it's full of mutants, and I don't want to stay here." Old Harris looked serious, and he dragged his son and wanted to leave.

"Dad, I'm not kidding. Although mutants look fierce, they are not a threat as long as they are well fed. Little Harris took his father's hand and came to the camp, and shouted to the cook-like man, "Can you bring my father breakfast?" ”

A simple tray and an iron spoon filled a large slimy breakfast, and the Harris father and son secured a small table and two chairs in the camp.

"What the hell is this?" Old Harris had stayed up for three days and three nights, hungry and exhausted, and had no resistance to food. He ate a spoonful and thought it tasted okay, and the mushy breakfast was made to eat with salt and a small amount of fat.

"I heard that it is a protein powder, which is nutritious and easy to digest. I've been eating this for three days, and there are six flavors, and I've tasted them all, but refugees can eat one meal a day. Little Harris said and lowered his voice, "Daddy, I have found a way to make a fortune here." ”

"What's the way?" Old Harris quickly put food into his mouth as he looked up at his son. He is now sensitive to any way to survive.

"I've been working in the White House for the past two days as a handyman for those 'zombies' and mutants, listening to them talk about how to recruit more professionals. Don't look at the many refugees who come here, but most of them don't meet their requirements.

It is said that behind the mutants stands the 'Aurora Legion', which requires a variety of industrial equipment and manufacturing personnel, or a specialized agricultural population. They're paying a lot of money to buy talent.

Quite a few people have already organized slave hunting teams to arrest people. We thought we could do that too. I know there are a lot of people in Philadelphia who should fit the Legion's requirements, and we can make a fortune before the news spreads. "Little Harris is a big ghost, and he seems to be eager to try.

"Nope." Harris Sr. flatly refused, "We can't do this kind of thing, it's a criminal act against the will of others." ”

But little Harris immediately changed his angle and said, "Then we can help others get help, right?" How many people are now on the brink of death? We're going to find a way to get them to Washington or Baltimore so that they can live, and we're going to make a lot of money. ”

This ...... seems to be irrefutable!

The spoon with which Harris Sr. was eating was in mid-air, and he remembered the endless stream of people hoping to be contained, the mass of dead bodies that had fallen in a line halfway through, and the wailing or numb survivors on his way to Washington overnight a few hours earlier.

"We're saving others, and God will approve of it. And the 'Aurora Legion' is really well paid. Little Harris hadn't been with mutants for two or three days, and he waited for his father to finish a simple breakfast before pulling him to a small port in Washington.

This port has been converted into a bazaar dedicated to human trade. Harris Jr. explained: "At present, many people are willing to go with the 'Aurora Army', but not many people can get on the ship. The corps does not want an ordinary service population. ”

The harbour bazaar was unusually noisy and chaotic, and it was full of people. Old Harris saw the crowds of people clamoring, but no one dared to storm the boarding line in the face of heavily armed mutant soldiers.

"Everybody knows that if you board a boat, you can live, but not everybody gets permission. Those who were crying were denied visas because they couldn't get them, and some people couldn't even accept it and committed suicide on the spot. Little Harris also sighed at this.

A lot of people are registering their information, but it's a dozen 'zombies' who are dealing with the work. The emotionally undisturbed 'zombies' ignore the pleadings and cries of the applicants, asking questions or conducting field tests to select the people they need.

"There are three levels of A, B, and C in the selection of personnel in the corps, which are high-end talents, professional talents, and non-technical or service personnel. Class C will be driven away, Class B will be able to board the ship, and Class A will be given preferential treatment.

Offering a B-rank grants you five gold coins, and A-rank is a hundred gold coins. And the port here is quite rich in materials, weapons and ammunition, daily necessities, it looks extremely attractive. Little Harris was already frowning.

Old Harris walked around the crowd of the bazaar, and had to admit that there was no forced slavery here. On the contrary, many people hate to be slaves in order to board the rescue ship of the 'Aurora Army'.

But only people with a college degree or above, or people with technical expertise, or young and beautiful women can really be rescued. The others could only watch the lucky ones board the ship and leave, and there was nothing they could do.

And everyone who boarded the ship got a goodie bag with cigarettes, coffee, and even candy. A small number of A-level high-end talents can even get small pieces of grilled chicken and wine.

The vast majority of people are hungry and emaciated, and they can't help but eat it on the spot after getting food, and the appearance of gobbling up is even more attractive to people who want to board the ship.

Little Harris drooled as he looked at the meat, took his father's hand and shook it, "Dad, please." Let's do it, we have guns, and we have motorcycles. We can now pull a team of people to form a rescue team, don't you think? ”

Old Harris was really shaken, and he himself was aroused by the food distributed by the 'Aurora Army', and he couldn't help but swallow his saliva again and again. He glanced at the crowd a few times, selected a tall man who was also with his family, stepped forward and said, "Hey, I want to organize a slave hunting team, are you interested in partnering?" ”

The man on the other side immediately lit up when he understood Old Harris's proposal, and nodded repeatedly. Even the other people around heard their proposal and gathered around them. The slave catcher team has always been a simple patchwork. (To be continued.) )