Above the sea, a cold wind blew. After more than half a year of darkness, the sky rarely revealed a comfortable tile blue. A thousand-ton passenger and cargo ship was slowly leaving the small port in Washington, heading for a country thousands of miles away.
Havana.
Seven or eight teenage children gathered on the platform of the rear deck. Like adults, they silently watched the city slowly disappearing on the horizon, until the surrounding scenery was occupied by the sea water.
Little Harris was also one of the people who left with the ship. The fifteen-year-old boy was in the period of growing up, and the cruel life in the apocalypse made him particularly precocious.
"Hi..., my name is John. How about you?" Another boy reached out to say hello.
"My name is Harris." Little Harris shook hands gently with the other party.
The boy John immediately called several other people around him: "This is Johnny, this is Schultz, this is Zoya, this is Bebeni,..."
Several children introduced each other and became friends. They all looked thin, but very smart and active, with unusual sophistication and maturity. After all, the end of the world will eliminate those who lack the ability to survive independently.
"Harris, what does your father do?" asked Zoya, who has freckles all over her face. She is a rare girl among children. With a stable environment, a nutritious and sufficient diet, and the hormones of puberty began to take effect, she
I have been pursued by several boys.
"My father is..." Little Harris suddenly didn't know how to explain his father's identity. He hesitated and said, "He is an employee of the Legion's Ministry of Foreign Affairs."
"Oh..." Zoya doesn't know if she understands it, but 'Ministry of Foreign Affairs' sounds quite high-end, doesn't it? In fact, other children also looked at little Harris with admiration when they heard this word, thinking that this is a high-ranking word.
The companion who was a bit silent on the boat was a well-connected person.
Under the envious and even respectful gazes of more than a dozen peers, little Harris couldn't help but straighten his back. The young man's vanity was greatly satisfied, and he felt in his heart that his father was indeed very powerful, and he could do it casually.
Got a great position.
"My father is a maintenance worker. He has very strong hands-on skills and is especially good at repairing various machines. So the legion is willing to issue visas." John, the leader, said with a smile, obviously very proud of his father.
"What is a maintenance worker? That's the B-level visa. My father is a senior communications engineer with a Ph.D., and he used to work for Bell Labs, so when we registered, we were marked as B+ level. You know how valuable this status is
?"
Seeing that Zoya seemed to be interested in little Harris, a bunch of boys felt very unhappy. Bebeni yelled about her father's identity, "I once asked the people in the legion, and they said that only one of the refugees
One in ten can get a visa, and only one in ten of the visas is B+."
A bunch of bored little kids started to compete with each other.
Bebeni continued shouting: "Do you know? B-level can only bring one family member on board, B-level can bring two family members, and only B+ can bring three. And because Havana will rebuild mobile base stations and communication networks, there is an urgent need
He is talented in this area, so my father made an exception and was able to take care of four family members.
After getting the visa, our family was given a big gift bag. Guess what I found in the gift bag? Chocolate! Chocolate made from real South American cocoa beans. These are daily necessities that only senior people can get.
Do you know? The Legion does not make everyone equal. They distinguish between classes. Those who are capable can continue to climb up and get more resources, while those who are incompetent can only work hard and starve to death at most.
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When my father got the B+ rating, I don’t know how many people envied us. Because my father had one more family member, it even caused a chaos. Many people begged my father to join us, but my father decided to give himself
Find a beautiful woman twenty years younger to be your wife."
Sounds really enviable luck!
A bunch of brats had to be silent. B++ level talents are indeed those who receive special preferential treatment. Not to mention that the supply of various materials is relatively sufficient. If you can get a beautiful woman to serve you at will, you can also see that Bebeni's father is indeed taking advantage of it.
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And Zoya set her sights on Bebeni again, seeming to be considering whether a son of a Ministry of Foreign Affairs employee has more potential, or whether a B++ family has more potential. This is the way to survive in the apocalypse, and even teenagers know it
We need to join forces.
But little Harris was indifferent to this. He had no rank at all. He was able to get on the ship because his father worked hard enough and was spotted by Foreign Minister Clooney, who was eager to form a foreign action team.
Just looking at Bebeni's arrogance, little Harris couldn't help but mocked: "The ratio of men to women in Havana is now seriously imbalanced. As long as women can prove that they are not too bad, they can board the ship. How bad must your stepmother be to not be able to get it on her own?"
Visa?”
This statement makes sense. Just look at the fact that Zoya is the only girl among several children, and you will know the current scarcity of women. In order to alleviate the internal contradiction between the number of men and women, the 'Aurora Legion' has spent a huge amount of resources.
The other children who were being suppressed by the hierarchy immediately started laughing, making Beibani blush. He kept emphasizing that his stepmother was impeccable in appearance and figure and had absolutely no flaws.
After successfully regaining his momentum, little Harris felt that the fight for his father in front of him was a bit boring. Other people's parents were on this boat heading to Havana no matter what, but his father was still staying in Washington to fight for his life.
"Harris, what's your father's position in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs?" Zoya began to think that little Harris was more interesting and cooler. Her parents had warned her a lot after boarding the ship, and she used her gender advantage to get more information.
Getting more benefits is one of them.
"My father is the direct subordinate of Mr. Clooney, the Minister of Foreign Affairs. The specific position cannot be disclosed." Little Harris failed to resist Zoya's 'Charm Humans' spell, but at least he did not reveal that his father was a hard-working captain.
, but try to beautify the rhetoric as much as possible.
"Oh..." Zoya didn't quite understand, and was easily fooled when she heard the pretentious title of 'direct subordinate to the minister.' "My father is a pediatrician, and our family's survival depends entirely on him.
Now it is also because my father has B+ status that he can get preferential treatment.
There is a shortage of doctors everywhere now. Our brotherhood had a good living environment in New Jersey. But my father still felt that New Jersey was not safe. He always said that he wanted to go to New York, and thought that Commander David Lawrence in New York was more powerful.
However, my father changed his mind when he discovered that the 'Aurora Legion' was selling large quantities of drugs on the black market. He said that a force that still had drugs in reserve and could even sell them was worthy of his trust.
After boarding the ship, I also felt that this judgment was correct. The food supply here is much richer than in New Jersey. And I like the regiment's policy of classifying classes. Excellent people should live a classy life. Therefore, we are all very lucky.
right?"
Zoya said this very proudly, and little Harris couldn't help but agree with it, "Yes, actually we are all lucky."