Old Harris's team soon gathered about ten people, all of whom seemed to be pretty capable survivors of the apocalypse. Although everyone was thin, dirty, and covered with scars, their weathered faces showed that
There are no weaklings here.
Just as the Harris team was preparing to return to Philadelphia, an uninvited man came to them and expressed his willingness to provide some help.
"I think you lack food, weapons, ammunition, maps, communication tools and vehicles, and you don't have any logistical support. The cohesion of your group is also very problematic. If you stop attacking, it will disband. This is not good, it is not professional at all.
"An old white man showed up.
From the clean and straight clothes, the well-nourished face, the natural and kind smile, and the mutant guards standing behind him, everyone can tell that the old man in front of him has a good background.
Those who can live so calmly in these days must be big shots. In comparison, Harris and others are all penniless, ragged, and smelly beggars.
"My name is Clooney, the Foreign Minister of the Aurora Legion. Oh..., don't be frightened by my deceptive name. In fact, I have less than two hundred people under my command."
Clooney, an old white man, laughed at himself and was very friendly. He waved his hand and continued: "But as a newly established department, my biggest advantage is that I have sufficient funds."
Old Harris was not intimidated by the opponent's aura. After seeing too many intrigues in the apocalypse, he was naturally highly wary of "laughing people". Such people are often extremely cunning. "Mr. Clooney, what can I do?"
May I be of service to you?"
"Ah, of course! I know your name is Harris. You have served in the military and you were once a well-known outdoor sports coach. You spent three days running back and forth between Washington and Philadelphia. This is not a big deal nowadays.
Easy thing.
I've been getting along well with little Harris these past two days, right? He's such a smart kid." Clooney pointed at the older boy hiding behind his father.
Little Harris shrank behind his father and poked his father's back with his hand, reminding himself that his father was not easy to mess with. He was as cunning as a fox and as ferocious as a jackal.
Old Harris, on the other hand, was calm, "Mr. Clooney, just tell me if you have any orders. I am happy to follow a superior person like you. But please speak directly. Small people like me are very vulgar and cannot understand too profound things."
words."
"Hahaha..." After showing that he knew all about the other party's situation, Clooney finally revealed his true purpose, "Our commander Hugo Corps authorized me to form an external operations team directly under the Ministry of Foreign Affairs to deal with some
Special tasks.
I just heard that you are going to engage in humanitarian relief work, and I am very optimistic about your future. If you are willing to follow my command, I can make some venture capital for you."
Old man Clooney was really thick-skinned when he referred to "slave catching" as "humanitarian rescue." But when he condescendingly expressed his willingness to provide some help, the entire Harris team was greatly moved.
Old Harris himself was helpless. If he didn't hug the thick leg in front of him, the friends who had just gathered around him would immediately collapse. But if he nodded and agreed, he would be on the pirate ship of the 'Aurora Legion' from now on.
But a small person, how can he have so much freedom?
Old Harris nodded slightly, agreeing. And Clooney said: "Your little Harris can go to Havana, and we can provide him with safety and education guarantees. You and your son can communicate regularly by radio."
"No, I will not separate from my father." Little Harris immediately grabbed his father's arm.
But before Clooney could persuade him, old Harris touched his son's head and said warmly: "Go to Havana, it's better than following me. I believe Mr. Clooney won't embarrass someone like me."
Little people.”
The father and son stared blankly at each other for a long time before little Harris slowly let go of his father's arm. After reaching the minimum trust, Clooney did not put too high demands on the elder Harris. He provided him with a batch of
Minimal support.
Three electric pickup trucks that can travel 1,500 kilometers on a full charge, a dozen AK series rifles and corresponding ammunition shipped from Havana, plus some food, medicine, walkie-talkies and radios, that's it.
Pickups are nothing. Abandoned vehicles are everywhere now, but after joining the Aurora Legion, they can be easily charged and maintained, which is extremely valuable. Although the AK series rifles are not as good as the AR series in many aspects, they are currently a
Sturdy, reliable and easy to maintain are big advantages.
As the leader, Old Harris also got a personal computer with a digital map. In addition, they also got a day's rest. After a simple run-in, a dozen people in the team received a vague order - to do something and prove
own value to get more supplies.
There are various tasks in Clooney. The big ones include collecting large equipment, spying on group intelligence, and the smaller ones include recruiting high-quality people, spreading information or rumors. Old Harris chose the task of 'recruiting people', which was originally their plan.
, and relatively easy for a new team.
With a backer and a full stomach, old Harris seemed much more energetic. Although he and his men were still wearing shabby clothes and still looked vicissitudes of life, they were at least more confident about their future lives.
Before setting off, Old Harris gave his son a deep hug and said seriously: "Be strong, don't worry about me, I will definitely be able to live well, and I hope you will too."
Little Harris was so choked that he could hardly speak. He could only keep nodding his head and crying, "Yes, yes, I will definitely try my best to live well, and I will not let you be embarrassed."
The farewell between father and son was touching. After the elder Harris led the team to set off, the younger Harris stood at the intersection and stared for a long time.
Old Harris jumped into his car and shouted on the intercom: "Everyone, although we are not familiar with each other yet, we are very happy that we can become a team. It is not easy for us to get the opportunities in front of us, so I hope everyone can cooperate with each other."
Cooperate and try to survive.
We must get at least ten B-level talents, or one A-level talent within five days, otherwise we will continue to live a wandering life if the mission fails. So no matter how difficult it is next, the mission must be completed."
In response to Old Harris's simple and passionate words, his team members collectively shouted "Whoo!" to show their excitement!
Clooney also saw this scene from the window of his office. The old white man smiled and said: "Okay, the eleventh Experimental Rangers have set off. They are all good young men. I hope they all come back alive."
But I have to form more teams to carry out operations, otherwise I will be in trouble if I disappoint the legion commander. Fortunately, not everyone in the world is as strong as Victor Hugo."