The world at the end of the world is not peaceful. A day and a half has passed since old Harris rode an off-road motorcycle with all his might to reach Philadelphia, more than 200 kilometers away.
Philadelphia is the fifth largest city in the United States. It is currently occupied by a Brotherhood of Steel force from New Jersey. The leader is named Simon. The population under his control is less than 500,000, not even as good as Zhou Qingfeng.
In the early days of the establishment of the Brotherhood of Steel, it was a multi-party alliance of powerful people. Each leader occupied his own territory, abided by the most basic covenants, and assisted each other for mutual benefit. But as time went by, there were always people with bigger fists who wanted to gain more territory and benefits.
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Philadelphia is located several hundred kilometers southwest of New York. Leader Simon always feels that he is threatened by David Lawrence. Especially since the latter's strength far exceeds that of the former. With so many troops pressing down on the situation, he may be finished at any time.
Boss Simon wanted to develop south, occupy Baltimore and then enter Washington, but the current situation is that Baltimore has been looted and Washington is also occupied by a group of powerful mutants.
Boss Simon launched a tentative attack, but was completely defeated. The military confrontation between the two sides had lasted for almost two months, and the group of mutants suddenly said - no more fighting, let's do business!
This picture changes so fast!
But in fact, it was not only Old Harris who was sent out by the mutant forces to contact him. Now in Philadelphia City Hall, Boss Simon was faced with more than a dozen cans of protein powder sent to him. In front of him, No. 78 cronies and teams gathered
Managers are all baffled by this situation.
Bang bang bang... After a knock on the door, the guard held another can of protein powder and placed it on Boss Simon's desk, and said: "This is from a guy named Harris. He is staying outside."
He is willing to leave, saying that if a negotiator cannot be sent within three days, the mutants will eat his son who is being held hostage."
Bang... Mr. Simon became furious, punched the table and said angrily: "What does this mean? What do those mutants want to do? Are they intimidating me?"
"Maybe it's a trap."
"But food inspections say these protein powders are safe."
"Mutants are too scary. I think it's better for us not to have contact with those guys."
"Just because the other person is scary, we should ease our relationship with him."
"We should send an envoy to inquire about the situation."
"Are you going to be this messenger?"
Listening to the chaotic quarrels of a bunch of people around him, Boss Simon banged the table again and cursed: "Can you please be quiet? Our current situation is bad enough.
David Lawrence in the north is always threatening us, and the regional commanders in the west don't care about our life or death. We are short of everything now, and the only way out now is to go south. I hope you can give some useful suggestions!"
Heroes have emerged in the last days, and there are many heroes, but not everyone can organize a high-level team. Zhou Qingfeng started early, and the 500 people he took with him when he left New York were all selected elites. David Lawrence
Because of his great reputation, many people are willing to join him.
And for people like Simon to take advantage of the situation, how far they can go depends entirely on luck. At least now it seems that the talents around this boss are really not that good. He looked at the pile of protein powder on the table with a frown, and after a while he hesitated.
The guard called, "That guy named Harris, let him in."
Harris Sr. stayed up all day and night and rushed back to Philadelphia. When he saw the boss of his own force, he knelt down and begged, hoping to send someone to talk to the mutants in Washington so that his son could be rescued.
"You said mutants have occupied the White House? Tell me what happened." Boss Simon was quite magnanimous when facing Old Harris.
"There are a lot of mutants, and the leader is a 'zombie.' They look energetic and have good equipment."
"The mutants have almost emptied out the entire Washington in the past two months. I saw them tearing apart a corner of the Pentagon, and they moved out a lot of equipment from the underground of the building."
"They have no shortage of food,..."
Old Harris said a lot, but the only thing that Simon could remember was the last sentence, "They are not short of food." How could this group of mutants not be short of food?
Humans have been dealing with mutant creatures for more than half a year, and the ones that impressed me the most are the violent mutants. Those guys are good at everything, but they are afraid of starvation. The hungry mutants will attack anything they think they can eat with red eyes.
things, even their own people.
Starved mutants are extremely scary, but mutants who starve to death are also very common. After Simon failed to attack Washington, he had an ostrich mentality—waiting for the mutants to starve to death themselves before picking up the pieces.
If people knew that Zhou Qingfeng had fed more than 30,000 mutants, I am afraid that all the people in North America who have tasted the power of mutants would jump up and curse - bastards, don't you think we have suffered enough?
Old Harris told everything he knew about the situation, but seeing the indifferent expressions of these big guys in front of him, he immediately felt cold. Judging from the hesitation of these guys, they would definitely not take the initiative to send someone to contact the mutants.
Yes, then his son must be...
These powerful people don't care about the life and death of those at the bottom. They just want to protect themselves. The most likely thing they will do is not make any reaction.
Looking at the more than ten cans of protein powder piled on his desk, and thinking that his son would be eaten alive tomorrow, Old Harris couldn't sit still. His mind instantly thought of one thing, he was not the first
The people who were sent to report the news, and the fate of those people before...
"The leaders of the mutants also said that they can no longer stand our procrastination, and if we don't agree to their demands, they will attack us."
"Yes, it suddenly occurred to me that that group of mutants are indeed very impatient. They are all bad-tempered demons, and their patience has completely disappeared. If they don't get what they want, they will definitely explode."
"I saw many large ships on the Potomac River. I feel that the mutants may have exhausted all the supplies. If they cannot obtain food through trade, they will definitely attack us."
Old Harris' threatening words one after another scared Simon and his gang to death, but everything he said was very true.
You must know that the Brotherhood forces in New Jersey are all defending the northern strongman David Lawrence. If the mutants from the south come... they will be killed in two or three days at most from a distance of more than 200 kilometers.
Originally, we thought that the brainless mutants would starve themselves to death and kill each other. But now, they have organized themselves and armed themselves to beg for food.
"We really should send an envoy to talk to the mutants." Simon looked around at his men, but everyone avoided his eyes. Finally, he looked at the old Harris who had been staring at him, "
Uh..., what's your name?"
"Harris."
"Okay, Harris, you are now the special emissary of our Brotherhood of Steel in New Jersey. I will equip you with a radio and a few followers. You can go to Washington again."
"Am I a messenger?" Old Harris looked stunned.
A bunch of big shots in the office were silent just now, but now they all nodded and approved the decision.
The matter seemed to have been resolved satisfactorily, but when old Harris walked out of Philadelphia City Hall, he cursed in despair and anger: These bastards, they don't care about the life and death of us little people. They let me talk about it casually. I'm not as good as that.