"I want to complain to the manufacturer of the survival capsule. This thing will break my waist while sleeping..." John Fleming sat up from the survival capsule with some difficulty and waved to the invisible servant who could not be seen by others.
I brought him the clothes I had prepared nearby.
"So, what year is it this year? What's the current situation of the land table? Or is the Scimitar encountering some trouble that we need to solve?" John Fleming glanced at Blanc who was helping to get the towel and frowned.
, as the youngest member of the team, after everyone else decided to go into hibernation, Blanc, who was in his early forties, was selected to be the early warning person to prevent any accidents from happening and putting the entire League of Gentlemen in a desperate situation.
.
This is the agreement they reached with Scimitar, and it is also a necessary condition for the League of Gentlemen to enter Heywood Sanctuary.
Considering the superiority of the League of Gentlemen in high-end combat power, they will enter a dormant state from the day they enter the shelter. Only one person can be left awake and has the right to wake up other members at any time.
Blanc is that man, and now he chooses to wake everyone up.
"Fleming, this year is the eighth year of New Hope. You have been sleeping for eight years. Scimitar died three months ago. His successor is not the right person at all. He has made the entire shelter a mess. The situation is very dangerous."
Blanc briefly introduced the situation, and then said: "It was Mr. Edward who saved me and asked me to wake you up. He said that if others can't do it, then let you take over and deal with this mess."
After hearing Blanc say that he had been rescued, John Fleming noticed Blanc's somewhat thin face and the bruises on his face. It was obvious that Blanc was not having a good life during this period.
"Damn... I thought the end of the world was bad enough, Blanc." John Fleming covered his head, feeling the aftereffects of waking up from cryogenic freezing. It felt like you had eaten too many popsicles and the coldness was stimulating.
It eliminates the pain of the cranial nerves, but it lasts longer and the pain is stronger.
"Drink some warm water, Fleming. Your age is already above the recommended age limit for hibernating cabins. If I were you, I wouldn't complain so much. Instead, I would thank God that I can still wake up." Blanc said.
I gave him a glass of warm water and a cheap painkiller.
"Where's Edward?" John Fleming took some time to recover. Before entering the hibernation chamber, the doctors told him that this migraine would last one to two weeks.
"Mr. Edward went to the energy center today. A group of people occupied the cabin leading to the energy center and threatened that if they could not become independent, they would destroy the energy core." Blanc explained: "Mr. Edward was invited to mediate this matter.
dispute."
"What kind of idiot would come up with such a clever idea and plan to gain power by dying together?" John Fleming calmed down, changed his clothes with the help of the invisible servant, and then asked:
"Which group of idiots kidnapped you again?"
"A group of people, Fleming, Armando's group did it, the third person in the Valentino gang, but before Machete died, he handed over the power of the overseer to Leonard, we have met before
That Leonard." Blake briefly introduced the current situation of the shelter.
Before entering the shelter, John Fleming made complete preparations. He knew almost all the top leaders of the Valentino Gang, so he could analyze a lot of things by himself just by naming them.
"Armando... is indeed a fool, but Leonard is not much better. How did Scimitar die?" John asked while moving his limbs.
"Died of cerebral hemorrhage. We don't know yet whether it was an accident or someone bribed the doctor." Black whispered, and then explained worriedly: "All of our superhuman mercenaries are now in the hands of Armando.
, including Avalon, they have occupied the passage to the lower cryogenic layer. It is already the limit for you to be brought up by me. Someone helped forge the certificate that your death was caused by a malfunction in the dormant chamber."
"The situation is very bad Fleming. We have to resolve the riot here within seventy-two hours. Those idiots put machine guns in the middle of the passage and fired at each other. They have caused irreversible damage to the shelter. From the information I received,
, the air purification system can still last for another seventy-two hours." Blake sighed, eight years had taken him from a handsome middle-aged man to an old man.
"It sounds really bad, but we've encountered worse things before, haven't we?" John Fleming walked up to Blake and looked at him. Then the invisible servant opened his bow left and right, slapping Blake's face instantly.
Already.
"But you, Blake, you betrayed my trust. We put our lives and the safety of the entire team in your hands, but you made a mess." John Fleming was shaken.
He shook his head and said with some disappointment: "Now put away your face, move your butt, and lead the way for me. I need to meet Edward first."
Although Blake's face hurt, he felt inexplicably relieved.
He had indeed been slacking off for eight years. This was not the eight years he had spent in the world before the Apocalypse, but the eight years he had spent in a shelter built by a street gang.
You must know that in the Heywood Shelter, members of the Valentino Gang and their family members account for 82% of the total population, and only two to three thousand people are non-Valentino Gang members.
When Blake went to the bar in the entertainment district to relax, the Valentinos would gather together and cast malicious glances at him from time to time and laugh together. The feeling of being choked, after a long time, was enough to make him laugh.
Drive people crazy.
Scimitar has always been on guard against the League of Gentlemen. He knows where his weaknesses are and where his strengths are. Letting the League of Gentlemen do what they should do without giving them extra opportunities is the best way to cooperate.
Therefore, he has always allowed Blake to live outside the order, not allowing him to be bullied, nor allowing him to infiltrate the gang.
It's a pity that Scimitar died too suddenly, and his successors were not that foresighted at all. They simply separated Black from the rest of the League of Gentlemen and did not give him a chance to wake up others.
Such a life was difficult, but Blake not only managed to survive, he also managed to survive for eight years. During these eight years, his best companion was the virtual reality helmet thrown on the bedside table.
As for the data support of cloud AI, he is completely mentally retarded and can only give the simplest reply to the communication.
He wanted to complain, but when he thought about the fact that other people were still freezing down there, and even their shelters were in danger, he also felt that what Fleming had taught him was... he, a dignified international mercenary market manager, was being raped by a local street gang.
Playing with it in the palm of your hand, you are indeed at a disadvantage.
"Now, get me something to eat. I want real food, not these...junk." John Fleming endured another severe headache and controlled the invisible servant to move the gray field plans on the table.
The crops produced are crushed bit by bit and thrown into the trash can: "I have been sleeping for eight years. At least give me a burger, even if it is synthetic meat, and a cup of coffee, black coffee, without sugar.
.”
Blake just nodded silently, turned around, picked up his coat and walked out of the room. This is the Heywood Shelter, the most Valentino's shelter. Black market trade is prevalent here, and even if Fleming wants something,
Today, eight years later, it is not difficult to buy, but the price is very expensive...
...
"Mom, can you hand me the small shovel?" A cute-looking child with a sweet voice stood in front of Miwako and pointed at the small shovel on the shelf.
"Of course, Tanin, but can you tell me what you want this shovel for?" Miwako was wearing a one-piece denim suit, her long black hair was tied up by a scarf, and she was squatting in front of several pots of plants wearing a pair of string gloves.
Busy as they were, the homeless tribe brought a lot of crop seeds that were not 'contaminated' by the Gray Field Project to the Davis-Mengshan Refuge. The homeless people were always out of touch with society for several years, so they kept it.
got these seeds.
Compared with the products of the Gray Field Project, these seeds require special care by people, and from the perspective of energy conversion rate, it is also an act that outweighs the gains and losses, especially in an environment like a shelter that requires efficient material recycling.
But the reason why humans are humans is because they have higher-level needs besides survival needs. The pure natural corn crops on less than two acres of land are tightly buckled in plastic greenhouses to prevent them from being accidentally exposed to gray matter.
Contaminated by the products of the field project, these two acres of land can harvest 1,200 kilograms of corn every year, which is only enough to consume the entire refuge for three or four days, but it is the most concerning thing in the entire refuge.
Everyone is eagerly waiting for the corn to mature and then be processed into tortillas, corn chips, grilled corn and other delicacies. This mere two acres of land has become the spiritual pillar of the entire refuge, even the greenhouse for growing corn.
They all have special names. It is called the corn house.
Only the shelter residents with the best performance can get the 'privilege' of entering the corn house to take care of the corn.
Miwako and Tanin are the "protectors" here. They come here every day to check the growth of the corns.
But the young Ninja Tan has recently become obsessed with his new game. He especially likes to give Martin various iron objects that are obviously not food, and watch him eat those iron objects like chewing chocolate beans.
over.
So when Miwako pinched her waist and questioned Tanin with a smile, Tanin made a face and turned around and ran away. Although Martin can perform simple processing on many metal objects, his handmade gadgets are always not as industrial products.
Exquisite, you can't let your children waste energy like this just because they like to watch it.
"Miwako, it's time to get off work. Pearl is the one cooking today!" Yin Sen's face appeared outside the glass and shouted with a smile: "If you go late, you won't be able to drink the delicious sweet shrimp soup!"
In addition to corn, krill is another major specialty of the Davis-Mongolian Refuge. Although the output is very small, it can ensure the balance of trace elements for the residents of the refuge, and the taste is also good.
Pearl is the best person in the shelter at making sweet shrimp soup. She is Martin’s fellow countryman and the legacy of his comrades. She has two children to take care of. It’s almost possible to tell what Pearl means to Martin. But Martin has always rejected this feeling.
He is a superhuman, and he is also a superhuman with obvious abnormalities. He cannot respond to the love given by normal humans.
If Tony were still around, he would definitely laugh at Martin for half a century because of this incident, but alas, he is almost gone.
Although he had always been careful, Tony still suffered from time sensitivity in NV-6, and he was also the twenty-seventh patient of the company of prosthetic soldiers.
Those once-all-powerful prosthetic soldiers are falling down as time goes by, and what they have paid for this war has just begun to show.
When Yin Sen's family of three walked into the cafeteria, the saint was standing behind the soup pot, guarding the soup pot with a serious expression. Although this was a joking ritual, it did prevent people from wanting to eat more and occupy more. The phenomenon.
After all, the Saint is the number two figure in this shelter, and he is also the one who can fight the most. Out of curiosity, the Cowboys and Brian of the Adecado tribe searched for news about the Saint on the Internet, and also provided information about the Saint. The video of him fighting in the death fighting competition was downloaded and brought into the shelter. A few years later, the video source was discovered by the children brought out of the monastery by the saints, and it spread everywhere.
Nowadays, when everyone sees a saint, they will salute formally to express their devotion to God...
"God bless you, Gu Ren, you must cherish this food and don't waste a penny, so that you can grow up healthily." The saint saw a family of three waiting in line, touched Gu Ren's head, and gave him a soup bowl. There are a few extra shrimps in the bag. This is not a matter of seeking personal gain for power. The saints will always take extra care of the children.
Although the saint himself has no children, he knows how much a person has paid for his children and the world. Everything they have now can be said to be thanks to that child.
"Uncle Saint, I have never seen God, how do you know that He will bless me?" The young child was full of curiosity at this time and wanted to get to the bottom of everything. He looked up at the Saint and asked.
"I just know little guy, because there is a guy who is much more powerful than me who said, God, if she can't do her job well, she might lose her job." The saint smiled, then looked up and saw Tony suddenly He appeared at the door of the cafeteria like a normal person, with an even bigger smile on his face.