Rise of the Wasteland

As the fifth largest city in the United States, Philadelphia was also bombed by nuclear bombs, and the city was black. Old Harris still remembered entering Philadelphia three months ago. There were ruins and scorched corpses everywhere, and it was still the same three months later.

Think of Washington being cleaned up by the mutants. The ruler of Philadelphia still did nothing. For the first time, Old Harris felt lucky to escape from a sinking ship.

With a current population of less than 500,000, Philadelphia has broken roads and a depressed market. The ruler did not provide effective relief at all. Many gathered people were fleeing. The old Harris who drove back was the first person to think of going to the Philadelphia refinery to pull some useful staff.

Philadelphia has a large refinery that processes more than 300,000 barrels of crude oil per day. It is a subsidiary of Delta Air Lines. This refinery supplies 80% of Delta ’s domestic fuel oil. But when old Harris arrived here, he found that the refinery had been blown up.

Many people on the site of the refinery were picking up rags, removing some useful pipes and storage tanks and removing them. To be honest, Old Harris never cared about the people here, but today I find people here seem a little familiar.

Why do these guys look so much like the mutants in Washington, they just tear down what they catch!

Old Harris walked to a few demolition workers. He just saw the food in the other's hands and immediately confirmed that he had met his associates. This group of guys was holding a mushy protein powder. This thing. Only those in Washington can provide it.

"Hey ..., can I ask the situation? Rest assured, I'm not malicious." As Harris approached, the workers across the front felt their arms one by one. He raised his hands and signaled that he was harmless. "I have a pack of 'Supreme' brand cigarettes in my pocket, which may bring us closer."

Watching the old Harris driving the car with a dozen or so people, the armed workers didn't let him get too close, one of the leaders shouted: "Throw the cigarettes, I think we can talk to you."

The "Extreme" cigarettes packaged in white boards and simple logos are now hard currency. Old Harris was also receiving novice benefits before he got such a pack. He felt quite distressed when he threw it out.

After taking the cigarette, unpacking it and seeing it, the foreman suddenly laughed and said, "Are you also the Aurora Corps?"

"Why do you say that? Is there a label on my face?" Old Harris was puzzled.

The foreman scattered the cigarettes to the workers around him, found a lighter and took a few breaths, and laughed, "This good thing can only be provided by the people of the Aurora Corps. I have encountered it before."

"Before? You mean someone from the Legion has been here before?" Old Harriston was a little nervous.

The foreman even laughed with a few workers. He said with a bit of sarcasm: "Sir, you are late. This has been raided once by the Corps' D team, and we were hired by them to disassemble the equipment."

Fuck ... it's actually late!

Old Harris thought that his code-name was Team K, and immediately realized that he had been preempted by many opponents in competition.

"Look where, the residential area over there." The foreman pointed to a dilapidated dwelling 100 meters away from the ruins of the refinery. "Squad D has set up a shelter where they send away all kinds of people related to oil refining. Every day Everyone has luck. "

"No one cares?" Old Harriston was startled. He also felt that his actions were secret. How could he know that his companions and competitors had already been active in public.

"Who cares?" The foreman held up the lit cigarette in his hand and laughed: "No one is there to stop it. Team D came over half a month ago. They recruited a large number of people to work with food, and we all Thank you very much. It is because of work that we can fill our stomachs. "

During the talk, there was a laughter in the broken building responsible for containment. A dozen men and women stepped out of the building and they were carrying some of their poor luggage into a car. Seeing these people coming out, the foreman stood up and shouted, "Hey! Have you got your visas?"

"Yes, we got it. Thank God, we all got it." A dozen men and women heard the shouts, all shouting in response. The happy smile was like finally landing on Noah's Ark before the flood.

"Good luck guy, congratulations!" The foreman shouted again, and the men and women on the opposite side also expressed their joy aloud. They just got into the car with a smile, and then left quickly.

But when the laughter and the sound of the car went away, it was really full of sorrow and sadness. The foreman took a sip of cigarettes and sighed, "Now just having a ticket to Havana is enough to change a person.

Unfortunately, we are just ordinary workers. We must work hard for the Aurora Corps to obtain a visa with a small probability. I really don't know how long I can work now? In the event that the Legion's people withdraw, we will fall into despair again. "

There was no food without work, and there was no food after work. Old Harris was very sympathetic to the situation of these workers at the moment, and thanked that he could easily send his son to Havana. In this world, no one can easily live.

"Apart from the refinery, where can I get professional technicians?" Old Harris now worried that his companion had left nothing for himself.

The foreman shook his head slightly. "I can't give you any advice. I only know that Team A of the Legion arrived as early as possible and bought Simon's commander's army as soon as possible. They stole all the capable personnel and supplies in the army. .

Team C controlled Philadelphia's power supply system, and they also removed a large number of people and supplies related to power supply. Squad D is at the refinery, Squad controls the chemical plant, and the situation of the other squads is not clear ~ www.readwn.com ~ But it is certain that as long as they are alive, they are always pulling people around. "

After smoking a cigarette, the foreman looked at the remaining half of the cigarette in his hand and threw it back to Old Harris, grinning bitterly: "The rest of the cigarette is for you. Go to other places to try your luck, and say Maybe you can get rich. "

After taking the cigarette, Old Harris watched the workers who had finished lunch with tools and started to work again, but he could only walk out of the scattered ruins of the refinery, and his solemn adversaries reported, "The situation is more than we thought Oops, we need to work harder. "

Old Harris led the team away from the ruins of the refinery and spent another day running the entire Philadelphia, only to find that the entire city was almost infiltrated by the 'Aurora Corps'. The ridiculous thing is that Simon Commander, who ruled here, knew nothing about this and was still worried that the enemy would come to his door.

But this is also a bad situation for old Harris. He finally unrolled the electronic map on the computer and found that he might have to go farther to complete the task.

"Philadelphia has nothing to do with us. This is already the place for others. To complete the task, we have to go further." Old Harris didn't think about the map for too long, "We can only go to New York." (To be continued.)