Rise of the Wasteland

Simon and others sent Old Harris as the negotiator of the negotiation, but they did not give any explanations or orders, nor did they have any authorization. They only said that they brought radio links, and even the so-called security guards were several soldiers. These methods clearly show that people are used as cannon fodder, and they do not expect any practical results at all.

When old Harris walked out of the very town hall, his heart was extremely angry and depressed. He wished he could immediately lead the mutants from Washington as a leading party and kill the waste leaders one by one.

But waiting to be blown by the cold wind outside, Old Harris regained some sanity in his heart. He knew that if he really brought mutants into Philadelphia, hundreds of thousands of innocent residents would suffer.

Everyone in Philadelphia experienced hardships and was forced to return to the city destroyed by the nuclear bomb. If he died because of old Harris' private grievances, such crimes would not even be forgiven by God, and he would definitely go to hell.

"If I bring in mutants, what's that? Traitor? Scum? Traitor?" Old Harris kept his last trace of reason and bottom, and secretly said in his heart: It seems that I can only save my son by myself.

Without any rest, the tired old Harris led the team to Washington again. It was learned that it was going to the mutant's territory, and the guards assigned to him fled in an blink of an eye, and no one would follow him to die. In the end he could only be on the road all night.

Driving off-road motorcycles at night, the cold wind poured into the neck like a knife cut, but the old Harris could only clenched his teeth and insisted. The lights illuminate the road, the gale screams, and only the rumbling engine of the world is roaring.

Suddenly, a few humanoid guys suddenly appeared on the road, and the two sides almost collided under the glare of the lights. As soon as the old Harris twisted his head, his body collapsed and fell to the ground, but he immediately drank his gun after he fell to the ground.

Those who walked on the road more late in the middle of the night, most of them were hunger mutant humans. One accidentally died on the way. Old Harris had to save his son, but didn't want to die.

"Put your hands up."

After shouting, Old Harris used the light of the motorcycle's headlights to see the panicked family of three across. It can be seen from the face that this is a normal human, and listening to the sound can tell that they are basically harmless.

The two sides confronted each other only for a while before relaxing some atmosphere. Old Harris scolded: "Are you crazy? You are acting in the middle of the night in the wild, aren't you afraid of being eaten by a mutant?"

The man in the opposite family guarded his wife and children and said helplessly: "We heard that there is a shelter in Baltimore. They have a good relationship with the mutants and are willing to help accommodate a group of people."

"Waffle, I haven't seen anyone who can have a good relationship with mutants. They don't eat humans. It's not bad." Old Harris was unthinkable about this argument, otherwise how could he run back and forth anxiously? Rumors of the mutants are deep-rooted.

"A friend of mine has gone, and he said the situation is true." The opposite man was not quite sure, "Of course this may be a trap, but I can only try my luck. Our family has not eaten for three days , I'm not even sure if I can walk to Baltimore. "

Listening to the sound also knew that the family of three in the opposite family was very weak. They just had no way to dodge when they met the motorcycle. You can imagine that they did not have much energy at all.

"I understand you, although the hope is very small, but you can only try it with your own life. In fact, I am the same. I also want to go to the land of the mutants. I also hope that the mutants can be more friendly."

Old Harris's tone also became extremely low, he found a piece of jerky from his body, tore it half and passed it, "I'm not sure if I can survive after dawn, this is the only help I can give you . "

The man on the opposite side was crying to take the jerky, and his mouth was always grateful to thank God, and the old Harris lifted his motorcycle back on the road again. As the journey continued, he suddenly found that there were still many people on this night road, and when asked, he was all gambling.

"The news came five days ago, and we can only try our luck."

"We can't help it anymore. If we don't go, we will definitely die. If we go, we may die."

"We really need help, we really need it."

Old Harris encountered more and more people along the way, all walking towards Baltimore like a dead body. These people are dumb, and only the instinct to survive drives them.

Some people even walked down on the ground because they were too weak. Someone sat and cried beside the body of a loved one halfway, while others lingered for a while and continued to move forward.

This is a long road to death and a painful road to survival.

Watching people go all the way and die all the way, Old Harris's emotions collapsed, and he cried while driving. He was really worried that his son would die like this for some reason. He kept chanting the name of God and inspiring his spirit.

"Jesus, don't stay away from me."

"You are my strength, please help me."

"You are my guardian and the only thing I rely on."

Old Harris was thinking and thinking as if he saw a little light shining in the night. The light grew bigger and brighter, making people feel warm, as if a tall angel descended from the sky, but why is this angel ... Why is it so ugly? Why is it so mutant? !!

Ah ..., really a mutant!

For a moment, the off-road motorcycle suddenly braked on the road, and old Harris discovered that a shelter with a large wattage light suddenly appeared at the intersection. Hundreds of bitter Hahaha refugees gathered in the camp, and in the light of the camp door, was a fully-armed mutant.

Old Harris looked at the mutant coldly, and the mutant looked at him sternly. A few seconds later he remembered his identity and shouted, "I am the negotiator of the Brotherhood of Steel in New Jersey. I have already come and you must not kill any more hostages."

Shouted several times, the opposite mutant warrior did not respond, but stared at a pair of bulls eyes and looked at the old Harris, as if thinking about what this silly * forced to do?

After a while, a man dressed as a priest came out of the camp and shouted, "People who need help come in quickly. We have prepared the food and ensure your safety."

After this throat yelled, Old Harris heard Hula 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 so terrible, I am scared to approach."

"I don't care anymore. Even if you want to eat me, it will make me full."

The number of people surging was probably more than a hundred ~ www.readwn.com ~ After everyone determined that Old Harris had not been eaten, a brain surged into the camp. The old Harris, who was in front of him, was hung outside.

"I ... I am the messenger." Old Harris looked at the mutant warrior, and wanted to emphasize his special identity.

The priest who ran out hurriedly approached and pulled Old Harris closer to the camp, and kept talking in his mouth, "Don't be afraid. Mutants will not be troubled when they are full. Of course, as long as you don't try to provoke them. . "

"Is there really a good relationship between humans and mutants?" Old Harris felt that his three views were greatly impacted.

The priest immediately said: "God said that mutants are also humans, and we should understand each other and be considerate of each other."

What ... when did God say this? Old Harris has the expression, "I read less, don't lie to me".

Of course, the priest himself wasn't so sure about this, and he added: "This is what our regiment said, we should always trust the regiment, right?"

Nonsense in the name of God, you are blasphemy! (To be continued.)