Los Angeles is in chaos, with corpses and burning buildings littering the streets.

Robbery, vandalism, and the swaying figure of the T400 like the god of death gave the city an aura of doomsday.

Wang Wuyin, Wang Lingfeng, and Lao Huang left the shelter, walked through the chaotic and dangerous city, and headed towards the place Lao Huang said.

The place with the transmitter that Huang mentioned is on a small island near Rancho Patis in Los Angeles. That island is about thirty kilometers away from Rancho Patis.

According to Lao Huang, when he was installing satellite video equipment, he had been to that small island. There used to be a radio engineer who lived on that small island. The engineer had a collecting habit. He once looked in the engineer's warehouse.

I visited a few transmitters and they were still usable.

To get from the shelter to the high school in Rancho Pattis, they had to go back, that is, back to Santa Monica Beach, along the coastline drive, all the way to the southeast, and through Carl

Fei and El Segundo came to Manhattan Beach, then from Manhattan Beach to Rancho Patis, and then got a boat from the pier in Rancho Patis to reach the island.

Wang Wuyin just estimated the distance from the island to the place where the Destroyer of Civilization appeared before, and found that this distance was just beyond the range of the electromagnetic roar of the Destroyer of Civilization. If there was a transmitter on the island, it should still be usable.

This road is full of dangers. Not to mention the T400s wandering around the city, the several communities it passes through are already in chaos and have become very dangerous.

And to travel such a long distance, the only means of transportation available is bicycles.

Wang Wuyin originally didn't want Lao Huang to go, but Lao Huang insisted on going with him, and Lao Huang's reasons were irrefutable.

"Even if you find the transmitter, will any of you know how to use it?"

Wang Wuyin doesn't know how to use a transmitter, Wang Lingfeng doesn't know how to use a transmitter, but Lao Huang does.

Why did Lao Huang do it? Because he was a student in the last telegraph class of a post and telecommunications school in a certain place in China. When he was in China, Lao Huang worked at the Post and Telecommunications Bureau.

Finally, Wang Wuyin and Wang Lingfeng asked Huang to put on a bulletproof vest and a bulletproof helmet before leaving the shelter.

As for Wang Wuyin and Wang Lingfeng, it goes without saying that they are fully armed, like special forces members on duty.

Wang Wuyin and Wang Lingfeng escorted Lao Huang. Wang Wuyin looked at the map and led the way. The three of them walked through the chaotic Los Angeles city. In the end, it took more than four hours to arrive at Rancho Pattis in the afternoon.

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"God bless us, we are finally here..." Looking at the Rancho Pattis dock in front of him, Lao Huang's whole body was soaked with sweat, and he jumped off the bicycle panting.

If they had come here by running and walking, they would definitely be exhausted on Laohuang Road, but fortunately, the three of them found a shop selling bicycles on the road, "borrowed" three bicycles from the shop, and then rode the bicycles

, passed through many dangerous areas, and finally came here.

Los Angeles is now in chaos, and there are gunshots along the way. But strangely enough, under Wang Wuyuan's command along the way, apart from being a little tired, we didn't encounter too many dangers.

When Wang Lingfeng saw a group of robbers, they ran away as soon as Wang Lingfeng opened fire.

Lao Huang thought it was God's blessing, but he didn't know that all of this was Wang Wuyin's contribution.

There are many boats on the pier of Rancho Patis, most of which are private yachts and a few speedboats. In normal times, this place must be very lively, but at this moment, there are no people on the pier. It is empty.

The sound of waves came.

"Let's find a yacht to try first..." Wang Wuyuan said.

"Okay!" Wang Lingfeng nodded.

"Hey, I didn't expect that I, Old Huang, would be able to ride on a luxury yacht one day..." Old Huang said mockingly.

The three people directly found a white yacht, got on the yacht, and came to the cockpit of the yacht. They found that the yacht here could not start at all, and all the electrical equipment on the yacht also stopped working.

"This is also the area affected by the electromagnetic pulse last night. This yacht cannot move, nor can other yachts and speedboats!" Wang Lingfeng said, "We must think of a new way!"

"Put the lifeboat on the yacht into the sea, and let's row to the island..."

"That's all there is to it..."

Fortunately, although the yacht could not move, there was a lifeboat on the yacht. Wang Wuyin and Wang Lingfeng put the lifeboat directly from the yacht into the sea, and then the three of them got on the lifeboat. Wang Wuyin alone used two

The oars were at the stern of the boat, moving the oars like flying, and the lifeboat started to move quickly on the sea.

Rowing on the sea is not easy. There is no wind but there are three-foot waves. It takes a lot of strength to move the lifeboat.

Looking at Wang Wuyin's rowing speed, Wang Lingfeng and Lao Huang were secretly shocked. The two oars in Wang Wuyin's hands were like two leaves, completely weightless. Wang Wuyin slid up and his hands flew.

, it’s like a machine, and I don’t know how strong Wang Wuyuan’s hands are.

However, both of them had seen Wang Wuyin kill the T400 before, and they knew that Wang Wuyin was not an ordinary person, so they were psychologically able to accept it.

On the way, Wang Lingfeng wanted to change with Wang Wuyin several times, but Wang Wuyin refused because he was not tired yet.

Wang Wuyin rowed continuously for more than three hours, and finally saw the small island that Huang mentioned.

The island is indeed not big, only a few dozen acres. From a distance, you can see the green trees on the island. Among the trees, there is a building made of stones, and there is also a windmill-like building on the island.

The wind power generation device rotates in the sea breeze.

The pier of the island is very simple, and there is a small speedboat on the pier. After tying the lifeboat on the pier, the three of them came to the building on the island.

Wang Lingfeng knocked on the door first, but there was no response. Then he knocked on the door again, but there was still no response.

Wang Wuyin raised his foot and kicked it out, and the door of the house opened.

As soon as the door opened, a stench instantly hit his nostrils, making Lao Huang almost vomit.

"Why does it stink so much?"

"There are corpses here, be careful..." Wang Lingfeng said, holding a gun and walking into the house first.

As soon as you enter the house, you enter the living room. There is an old-fashioned TV in the living room. The TV is still on, but the screen of the TV has turned into a snowflake.

In the eyes of Wang Wuyuan and Wang Lingfeng, the snowflakes on the TV looked like the most beautiful picture in the world. What did it mean? They both knew very well that this small island in the sea was not affected.

The stench came from a room upstairs. The three of them went upstairs to check and found that the bedroom door upstairs was open, and inside the bedroom, there was a body that had already rotted and was infested with maggots. The scene was unbearable.

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Wang Lingfeng closed the bedroom door and looked at Wang Wuyuan, "He was an old man. He should have been dead for some time..."

Lao Huang retched on the side, "This... this is the engineer... when I came here... he was the only one living here..."

"Where is the telegraph machine?" Wang Wuyuan asked Lao Huang.

"Last time I came... I saw that he put several telegraph machines and old-fashioned record players in his collection in the study... just under the bookshelf in the study..." Lao Huang said while retching twice and pointing.

Pointing to a room at the end of the second corridor, "That... is the study!"

The three people came to the study room and opened the door. Sure enough, they saw that in addition to some books, there were also many strange and old things in the study room.

Lao Huang came to a bookshelf, pulled open a piece of flannel covering the bottom of the bookshelf, and then shouted, "Here it is, right here..."

Under the flannel, there is a row of telegraph machines.

Some of those telegraph machines look very old, just like those that appeared in those spy movies during World War II, and some of them still look very new, especially the ones at the back of the bookshelf. Look.

It still looks new.

Lao Huang came to a telegraph machine, wiped it with his hands, and blew on it. There was only a fine layer of dust on the outside of the telegraph machine. Under the dust, the yellow-green casing oil of the telegraph machine was still shiny.

Appreciate people.

The telegraph machine has a metal casing. When you open the box-like metal casing, it looks like a typewriter that has been enlarged several times. It does not look simple, but like a complex mechanical tool that looks heavy.

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"Is this the only one?" Wang Wuyin asked.

"That's it. This telegraph machine is the latest here. Good guy, it's from Kluge eleics. It can be used when it is plugged in..." Old Huang's tone became a little excited unconsciously, "Be careful, this thing is a bit heavy.

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Wang Wuyin took the telegraph machine out from under the bookshelf, then went to the desk in the study, cleared all the debris on the desk on the floor, and then put the telegraph machine up.

As soon as the thing was placed, Lao Huang opened it, connected it to the power source, and began to adjust the buttons back and forth.

Just a minute later, Wang Wuyin saw several red lights on the machine light up, and the transmitter made a beeping sound. Old Huang turned his head and licked his lips, "It's ready to use..."

"Where can I still receive telegrams in China now?" Wang Lingfeng asked.

"The postal and telecommunications systems in several major cities in China still have the ability to send and receive telegrams. The rest are the military communications departments, emergency rescue departments, and diplomatic departments, all of which still retain the ability to send and receive telegrams!" Wang Wuyin replied.

"Where should I send it?" Lao Huang asked, "How about sending it to the postal and telecommunications system? I still remember the frequency and communication code of the postal and telecommunications system..."

"The postal and telecommunications system is too slow. When we send it, it takes too much time for them to forward it layer by layer!" Wang Wuyin said, picking up a pen from the side of the desk, finding a piece of paper, and brushing it directly on the paper.

After writing for a while, he pushed the paper in front of Lao Huang and said, "Plug in this frequency, then use this password to send this..."

Old Huang just looked at the piece of paper handed over by Wang Wuyin and recognized it. The frequency on the paper was the frequency range of the domestic military telegraph, and the code was something he had never seen before...

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A few minutes later, a radio wave crossed the Pacific and appeared in a confidential department of the Chinese Communist Party.
Chapter completed!