As the fifth largest city in the United States, Philadelphia was also bombed to the ground by nuclear bombs, and the whole city was scorched. Old Harris still remembers the scene when he entered Philadelphia three months ago. There were ruins and charred corpses everywhere.
It's still like this afterward.
Thinking that Washington was almost wiped out by mutants, but the rulers of Philadelphia still did nothing, Old Harris felt that for the first time he was lucky enough to escape from a sinking ship.
The current population of Philadelphia is less than half a million, the roads are dilapidated, and the market is depressed. The rulers have not provided effective relief at all. Many people who gathered are fleeing. When Old Harris drove back, the first thing he thought of was to go to the Philadelphia Oil Refinery.
Some useful manpower.
There is a large refinery in Philadelphia that processes more than 300,000 barrels of crude oil per day. It is a subsidiary of Delta Airlines. This refinery supplies 80% of the fuel for Delta Airlines’ domestic routes. But when old Harris arrived here
, only to find that the refinery had been blown up.
There were many people picking up junk at the site of the refinery, dismantling some useful pipes and storage tanks and transporting them away. To be honest, Old Harris had never cared about the people here in the past, but today he found that the people here seemed a bit...
Familiar feeling.
Why are these guys so similar to the mutants in Washington? They tear down whatever they catch!
Old Harris walked up to several dismantling workers. He only looked at the food in their hands and immediately confirmed that he had met his accomplices - what these guys were holding was mushy protein powder.
Only those in Washington can provide it.
"Hi..., can I ask about the situation? Don't worry, I don't mean any harm." When Old Harris approached, all the workers on the opposite side took out weapons. He raised his hands to show that he was harmless, "I have it in my pocket."
There is a pack of 'Supreme' brand cigarettes, which may bring us closer."
Seeing old Harris driving a car with more than a dozen people, the armed workers did not let him get too close. The leader shouted: "Throw the cigarette over here, I think we can have a few words with you."
‘Supreme’ cigarettes with whiteboard packaging and simple logos are now hard currency in the wasteland. Old Harris only got such a pack when he was receiving novice benefits. He felt quite distressed when he threw it away.
After taking the cigarette and unpacking it, the foreman suddenly laughed and said, "You are also a member of the Aurora Legion, right?"
"Why do you say that? Is there a label on my face?" Old Harris was very puzzled.
The foreman scattered the cigarettes to the workers around him, took out a lighter, lit it and took a few puffs, and said with a smile: "Only people from the Aurora Legion can provide this good stuff. I have encountered it before."
"Before? You mean someone from the legion has been here before?" Old Harris suddenly became a little nervous.
The foreman and several workers laughed, and he said in a mocking tone: "Sir, you are late. This place has already been raided once by the Legion's D team, and we were hired by them to dismantle the equipment."
Fuck..., I can actually be late!
Old Harris thought about his code name being Team K, and suddenly realized that he had been beaten ahead by many opponents in the competition.
"Look where it is, the residential area over there." The foreman pointed to a dilapidated house a hundred meters away from the ruins of the oil refinery. "Team D has set up a shelter there. They specialize in sending away various people related to oil refining. Every day
There are always people trying their luck."
"No one cares?" Old Harris was suddenly shocked. He still thought that his actions were secret, but he didn't know that his partner and competitor had already been operating openly.
"Who cares?" the foreman raised the lit cigarette in his hand and said with a smile: "No one will stop it at all. Team D came here more than half a month ago. They used food to recruit a large number of people to work. We are all worried about this."
I am very grateful. It is precisely because of work that we can have full stomachs."
While talking, there was a burst of laughter from the dilapidated building responsible for the shelter. A dozen men and women walked out of it. They were loading their few poor luggage into a car. Seeing these people coming out, the foreman stood up and raised his voice.
The hand shouted: "Hey! Did you get your visa?"
"Yes, we got it. Thank God, we all got it." When more than a dozen men and women heard the shouting, they all shouted loudly in response. The happy smiling faces looked like they had finally boarded Noah's Ark before the flood came.
"Lucky guys, congratulations!" the foreman shouted again, and the men and women on the opposite side also loudly expressed their joy. They just laughed and made a fuss and got into the car, and then left in a hurry.
But when the laughter and the sound of cars faded away, what was left behind was indeed full of sadness and melancholy. The foreman took a deep puff of his cigarette and sighed: "Now as long as there is a ticket to Havana, it is enough to change a person.
It's a pity that we are just ordinary workers. We have to work hard for the "Aurora Legion" to have a small chance of getting a visa. I really don't know how long I can keep my current job? If the people of the Legion withdraw, we will fall into despair again.
"
If you don’t work, you won’t have food to eat. After you finish working, you still have no food. For a moment, old Harris felt deep sympathy for the conditions of the workers in front of him. At the same time, he was glad that he could easily send his son to Havana. In this world, no one can live easily.
.
"Besides the refinery, where else can I get professional technicians?" Old Harris was now worried that his companions had left nothing for him.
The foreman shook his head slightly, "I can't give you any advice. I only know that Team A of the legion was the first to come and bribed Commander Simon's army immediately. They stole all the elite personnel and supplies in the army.
.
Team C controlled the power supply system in Philadelphia, and they also transported a large number of people and materials related to the power supply. Team D was at the refinery, Team F controlled the chemical plant, and the situation of the other teams is unclear. But it is certain that,
As long as they are still alive, they must be recruiting people everywhere."
After finishing smoking a cigarette, the foreman looked at the half pack of cigarettes left in his hand, threw it back to Old Harris, and said with a wry smile: "I'll give you the remaining cigarettes. Try your luck elsewhere."
Maybe you can make a fortune too."
Taking the cigarette, Old Harris looked at the workers who had finished lunch and started working again with their tools. However, he could only walk out of the scattered ruins of the refinery and informed his subordinates with a solemn expression, "The situation is worse than we imagined.
Oops, I'm afraid we need to put in more effort."
Old Harris led the team away from the ruins of the oil refinery and spent another day running through the entire Philadelphia. It turned out that the entire city was almost infiltrated by the 'Aurora Legion'. What's ridiculous is that Commander Simon, who rules here, actually said nothing about this.
I don't know anything, and I am still worried that the enemy will come to kill me.
But this was also a very bad situation for old Harris. He finally unfolded the electronic map on his computer and found that he might have to go further to complete the task.
"We have nothing to do in Philadelphia. This place is already someone else's territory. If we want to complete the task, we must go further." Old Harris looked at the map without thinking for too long, "We can only go to New York."