Many people know that Washington, D.C. is the capital of the United States, but not many people know that Washington, D.C. has direct access to the Atlantic Ocean through the Potomac River.
The drought of nuclear winter has greatly reduced the runoff of the Potomac River. Large-tonnage cargo ships can no longer enter, and only 100-ton small boats can reach the shore. On the shore, the Harris father and son were lying in a withered land.
In the woods, holding a telescope to observe a bridge across the Potomac River.
There are more than a dozen electric-powered medium-sized trucks on the bridge. These trucks have been working in the urban area of Washington for more than a month. The trucks are driven by some terrifying zombies, and they are accompanied by a large number of terrifying mutants.
Searching, searching, searching, these mutants are looting everywhere like locusts. About a kilometer away opposite the Harrises is the Pentagon of the United States. Thousands of mutants and zombies have been moving in the building for four or five days.
, the good stuff is almost gone.
Various office equipment, industrial machinery, heavy vehicles, production supplies, and living supplies were constantly being moved away. The mutants used cranes to move the materials to speedboats docked in the Potomac River, and then the speedboats transported them to
It is then hoisted onto a cargo ship parked in the open sea and finally transported away.
"Which group do these mutants belong to?" The Harris father and son have been squatting in the woods for several days. They belong to the New Jersey force of the Brotherhood of Steel. Their current task is to find out the background of this group of mutants.
and strength.
Such a large-scale moving and clearing work requires a strong logistical support and management plan. In the minds of mutants, they can't imagine such a complicated thing.
The Brotherhood of Steel in New Jersey once sent tanks and armored vehicles to try to drive away the mutants who occupied Washington. As a result, three thousand people were killed and less than a thousand escaped. The extremely brave mutants taught the leaders of the Brotherhood in New Jersey a profound lesson.
"Look, that charging battery car is here again." Harris, a teenager, shouted while holding a telescope.
Old Harris quickly told his son not to be too loud. Their mission was extremely dangerous, because the rumors of mutants cannibalizing people are notorious. Anyone who has seen their tall and weird appearance will feel a chill in their hearts.
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Various transport vehicles are indispensable for the search work. When there is a lack of fuel, it is much more convenient to use electricity. But electricity does not come out of thin air. The Harrises guessed that this group of mutants should have mastered a certain mobile nuclear power plant.
Mobile nuclear power plants are expensive high-tech equipment. They are generally used to respond to disasters or emergencies, or to provide power support for the military in the field. This thing can be pulled by a heavy truck, which is very convenient. And Washington, as the capital,
, this kind of high-end product is a must-have.
The Harris father and son were waiting for this mobile nuclear power plant, commonly known as a "battery car." After identifying the target, the elder Harris quickly activated the radio he carried. He would direct his own armed helicopters to launch a surprise attack and seize this valuable vehicle.
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But just when Old Harris was about to start calling, there was a sudden snap of branches snapping from the woods behind them. A chill immediately came out of the hearts of the father and son. The distance of this sound was probably dozens of meters away. If
He's a mutant, he can rush up with just one breath.
The clicking sound became clearer and clearer, and the heavy footsteps unique to mutants were undoubtedly confirmed. Considering that mutants have a sense of smell as sensitive as a dog, Old Harris immediately shouted: "Son, run!"
Little Harris immediately jumped out from his camouflage spot, dragged out an off-road motorcycle and started it immediately, quickly got on it and evacuated. The motorcycle had only gone ten meters away when he heard something in the woods where he had just been hiding.
There were gunshots and my father's roar.
The elder Harris wanted to use his own life to create as many chances for his son to escape as possible. This situation made the younger 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 around in panic, little Harris saw two monster-like mutants squeezing his father's neck and grinning at him while standing by the woods. But his father was still struggling and shouting, "Run, kid."
Run, leave me alone'.
Unable to run away, little Harris saw a mutant holding a machine gun. He had seen with his own eyes the mutant's abnormal shooting stability. He could not dodge bullets at a distance of tens of meters.
"No..., don't kill my father. If you want to eat, just eat me." Little Harris stopped in despair. He didn't know what to do, so he could only shout loudly subconsciously.
Two mutant warriors came up with joking grins. One of them threw old Harris in front of young Harris and said in a disdainful tone: "You are lucky, we have had enough to eat today."
The Harris father and son were put on an electric commuter bus and bumped back to Washington. They saw all kinds of mutant humans along the way, and basically no two were the same. This scene of a hundred ghosts traveling
It really scares the shit out of people and makes them lose their minds.
When the commuter bus arrived at the White House, it was the first time for the father and son to enter this building that symbolizes the highest power in the United States. They easily walked into the president's round table office, and a "zombie" at work met them both.
"My name is Bill. If you saw me two months ago, you would definitely turn into a corpse. But now I can give you a way to survive." The leader's voice is sharp and sometimes hoarse, like a ghost shouting.
Similar.
The father and son's faces were already pale, and their teeth were clicking wildly. When they heard that there was a way to survive, they nodded quickly, wishing they could kneel down to show their submission.
"Zombie" Bill shouted, and a mutant carried a heavy bucket from outside the office. It fell to the ground with a clang, and the office of Commander-in-Chief Yingjiang was smashed into a hole.
"This is the 'Supreme' brand protein powder, the latest high-quality product. We want to sell this product to outsiders." Bill said, "Try it."
Protein powder? Arrival? On sale?
The mutant on the side opened the iron bucket and motioned to Old Harris to try it. Old Harris nervously reached out and grabbed a small handful and ate it into his mouth. It felt..., to be honest, it didn't taste very good.
However..., this matter has obviously turned around. Old Harris swallowed several times and tried to calm himself down. Only then did he realize that he might not really die, "You want us to help sell things?"
"Your task is very simple. Your son stays, and you take the sample to contact the leader of the Brotherhood of Steel in New Jersey. I hope you can bring the real contact messenger to me within three days."
‘Zombie’ Bill waved his hand, and the escorting mutant gave old Harris another small can of protein powder, and then pushed him out of the office.
Seeing which office representing power was about to close its door, Old Harris quickly shouted heartbreakingly: "Son, I will come back, I will definitely come back."
Old Harris was pushed out of the White House again, and his son's off-road motorcycle was returned to him. A mutant warrior said solemnly: "I filled up the motorcycle's fuel tank. I hope you can fill it up within three days."
Come back, otherwise your son will still be dead."
After the motorcycle was returned, no one paid any attention to Old Harris. Looking at the various mutated humans coming and going around him, and then thinking about his son who was still trapped, he no longer had any fear in his heart, and instead screamed.
He quickly got on his motorcycle, hugged the tin can tightly in his arms, and left quickly.
"I want to come back, I want to come back, I want to report the news and then come back."