Carl Wiler is an optimist. Well, he has been an optimist for the past thirty years. He feels that even if he dies tomorrow, this life will be enough.
In terms of life experience, he is nothing. In terms of talent, he might as well be in terms of life experience. In terms of appearance, it is indeed a little better than talent, but it is just a middle-aged person. For example, some women have slept with him for three or four years.
This time, when I saw Carl Wiler on the street, I might not even be able to remember who he was.
Therefore, Carl Weiler had nothing to complain about. He had enjoyed all the happiness in the world and had almost no regrets.
From being nervous and feeling like he was playing games with the goddess of luck every day, to now taking it calmly when the rain comes and the wind blows, Carl Wiler's mental journey can probably be described by the Bodhi tree in his dream - Buddhist style.
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A new day came, and Carl Wile woke up alone in a spacious bed. The holographic flexible screen above his head simulated the morning in Hawaii. The soft sunlight shone on his face, which was warm, but had a slight musty smell.
The filter element of the central air conditioner in Shelter 2 should have been replaced long ago, but as the last mechanical maintenance worker went on strike, this matter has been delayed for three months.
After all, this apartment is a penthouse apartment with a separate air purification system. People living on the ground floor smell worse than this, so there is nothing to complain about.
The sound of waves crashing on the beach hit the bedside one after another, and Carl Weile stretched out comfortably. He is almost fifty years old. If you include the time in the dormant cabin, he may be over fifty years old.
The prodigal son back then was already
"My dear, breakfast is ready, are you awake?" A youthful voice came from outside the door, followed by the owner of the voice - the most prominent part. It probably came in a whole second before the other parts, and it was surprisingly loud.
, it’s also surprisingly tall and straight, and it’s still genuine.
If there were levels in body shape, this would be a superhuman level foul.
"What are you eating today?" Carl Wile yawned, feeling that he didn't have a good rest, at least now he felt a little empty.
"Still the same old, A-grade meal in the shelter." The woman lit a lady's cigarette for herself, took a puff and handed it to Carl Wiler: "If you get tired of eating, you can eat me first."
Before a smile appeared on Calvel's face, the originally gentle Hawaiian sunshine in the shelter room suddenly turned into a red warning flash.
"Attention, attention, a storm of level 13 or above is detected nearby. All residents on the top floor of the shelter will feel slight tremors. If you find any structural damage, please report it immediately! If you encounter intermittent power fluctuations, please wait patiently."
The alarm was played three times in a row. Although Carl Weiler did not feel the tremor mentioned in the alarm, he could actually feel the decay of the shelter itself.
The power did not fluctuate, it just stopped, and as far as Carl Wiler knew, the chief electrical engineer in the shelter had joined the Technical Alliance Party since last year and was currently canvassing votes in the shelter to run for the next supervisor.
And currently the candidate with the highest number of votes in the shelter is none other than Karl Wilo himself.
He was certainly not bored enough to run for supervisor, but his women, politically powerful women, forced him to run for office in his name.
For these women, letting Mr. Good Luck serve as the supervisor of the shelter is undoubtedly a choice to maximize their interests. They seem to have seen that the political status of Vault 2 will rise in the future, and the first president of the new federation will be born.
good days.
But for Carl Weiler himself, he only regards all this as a farce, and his own will is not important. If fate requires him to be a mascot-like supervisor here, then he is willing to accept it. If fate still favors him,
If there are any other arrangements, something will naturally happen
Boom!
Along with a very obvious vibration, some dust echoed out from the gap. The woman shrank into the quilt, stretched out, and rubbed Carl Wile's back with her toes: "How about we do something more shocking?"
Carl Weiler smiled and looked up at the dark ceiling. He didn't know when the ubiquitous low-frequency noise when the ventilation fan was running had disappeared. The whole world seemed to be purified all of a sudden, and there was even only
The sound of two people breathing.
This silence soon made the woman notice something strange, and she asked with some uncertainty: "Is the temperature a little higher than before?"
"The ventilation system has stopped working. If it is not dealt with, the entire shelter will begin to collapse within twelve hours. The temperature will start to rise from the bottom, rising by eight degrees Celsius per hour, and go up step by step." Carl Weile hugged him.
The woman comforted her: "But don't worry, it will be fine. It's just that my future destiny may have other arrangements."
Of course he wouldn't be left here as a mascot, and he was sure of this since Carl Ville confirmed that Tangji had woken up from his dream.
He is a lucky man and fate has other plans for him.
"Dear, what are you talking about, why can't I understand?" The woman was captured by Carl Weile's sudden charm. Her eyes were as charming as silk, and she hugged him tightly with her hands and refused to let go. She had a hunch that as long as she
If she lets go, the man in front of her will leave her.
But fate will knock on the door.
Dang! Dang! Dang!
"Hey! Uncle Carl, are you in there?" A voice appeared outside the door. His tone was polite, but his actions were vulgar.
When Soult knocked on the door, he easily took down the door.
"Who are you?" Carl Wile looked at the man in front of him and asked with some confusion.
"Hey, long time no see, Uncle Carl, I'm Surte." Surte glanced at the naked men and women in the room with some embarrassment. He didn't expect that his Uncle Karl Yanfu would be so flamboyant.
"Sulte?" Carl Weiler repeated the name in confusion, but he couldn't match the chewing gum-loving kid with the man in front of him. At this moment, he even felt that he had really wasted too much time.
, so that the vicissitudes of the world outside the shelter left him behind.
"We have a small problem here and we need you." Before Soult could finish speaking, the woman hugged Carl Wile fiercely: "You can't leave! What will we do if you leave?"
"You saw it. If you don't want to get into trouble, take me away now." Carl Weile glanced at the woman and suddenly laughed: "That's it, I have to save the world now, so I don't have time to play house with you.
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"What are you waiting for? Let's go quickly!" Carl Weiler turned around and saw that Surte was still there watching the fun. He felt bad. "You have to watch me get slapped? By the way, the ventilation system before was
What did you do? Don’t forget to help them recover, otherwise they will really suffocate themselves to death."
The next second, Carl Wile and Soult all disappeared into the No. 2 shelter, leaving cleanly without even a piece of luggage.
NC-December 25, Camp Arland, outskirts.
Tang Ji gave up the plan of driving directly into the Arland camp. Although he had originally planned to do it, there was a girl in the car after all, so he couldn't just ignore it.
So Tang Ji gave the driving skill to Clara on the road. After all, it is not difficult to learn to drive in the wasteland. You just need to press the accelerator to the bottom and be careful not to rush into the sand pit. The whole process is very simple.
"Do you know the town of Holmes?" Tang Ji asked Clara. When she saw the other party nodded obediently, he continued: "I will get off the car in a while. You can help me drive the car to the town of Holmes and let Lip put the gas."
Fill it up for me."
"You're not going to take me with you?" Clara clenched the pistol in her hand and looked at Tang Ji nervously. Although the contact time was not long, she already regarded the other person as the person she trusted the most.
In Clara's short and tragic life, Tang Ji was the first man she met who had no peeps at her body. She didn't even know how to get along with Tang Ji.
But when Tang Ji asked her to leave alone, Clara suddenly felt flustered. She felt as if she had been abandoned.
Tang Ji just glanced at the Lexington in Clara's hand. The safety of the thing was not in the right position. Tang Ji's eyes made Clara understand that she was only holding back her. Tang Ji took her away in the first place.
The only reason was to act as a guide, and now her mission was completed.
The Arland camp was less than two kilometers ahead of them. Tang Ji parked the car on the side of the road, opened the trunk, and picked through a pile of weapons.
When he first left the Moonlight Gold, he misjudged his current strength, which made Tang Ji carry a lot of redundant weapons, such as explosives, which were of little use.
These military throwing objects before the Apocalypse are all offensive throwing objects, and their explosive charge is far inferior to defensive equipment. This also results in the effect of this thing in Tang Ji's hands being similar to that of a stone. He only needs to aim and throw it to hit the target.
, the tactical purpose is accomplished, and it doesn’t mean much whether it explodes or not.
And the iron bar shotgun has the same effect. If any unlucky guy gets close to Tang Ji and can be beaten to death by this thing, then Tang Ji might as well just hold the iron bar upside down and smash the opponent with the butt of the gun.
's head.
In the end, Tang Ji used the Prelude the most easily, so he brought enough bullets for the Prelude, hesitated for a few seconds on the iron shotgun, and then picked it up out of professional habit.
"Don't stop the car all the way until you see the town of Holmes. I guess there will be no shortage of cars after I finish my work here." Tang Ji selected the equipment, patted the car door, warned Clara, and then turned and walked directly
That raider camp.
For Tang Ji, this place was no longer a tiger's den. He just chose the simplest and most direct path among the many ways to solve the problem, and directly killed the person who caused the problem.
If before the Apocalypse, someone would definitely tell him that it is meaningless for you to do this. It is the system that is wrong. The specific crimes of individuals are just the embodiment of the system's mistakes. If one Kaio dies, there will be countless Kaiaos.
appears, as long as the underlying problem does not change, such errors will continue to appear.
But now is the wasteland era. Tang Ji carefully calculated the population density of this area and did a simple addition and subtraction. It turned out that if the mistakes of the system itself were not taken into consideration, but the human factors, he could rely on
Killing is the way to right a wrong
There weren't many people in the first place, so it wouldn't take much to kill all the crazy ones, right?
Camp Arland was once a military base. Perhaps because of its good location, or perhaps because the building quality was high enough, some of the buildings on the ground were left behind despite the heavy storm. Some remaining walls and a few broken buildings were in the hands of the looters.
It has been renovated into a paradise filled with postmodernism.
A marauder standing on the sentry tower saw Tang Ji getting out of the sports car from a distance. He was waiting for an opportunity with a sniper rifle with a scope in his hand. His most confident distance was within three hundred meters.
"Closer, baby, it's just a little bit close." The predator sentry licked his lips. He didn't know what ballistic drop was or what the crosswind effect was. He shot entirely based on experience, but this did not prevent him from becoming a camp
One of the best marksmen in the world.
Boom!
Gunshots rang out, but it was not Tang Ji who fell, but the sentry himself. A pistol bullet passed through a distance of three hundred meters and penetrated his head.
Because of the distance, he was one of the few people who left a whole body in front of the prelude. The bullet passed through the collarbone, hit from the back, penetrated the heart, and left a hole as thick as a finger.
The sentry's expression before he died was full of confusion. He knew about guns, and because of this, he was even more confused. Why could a pistol shoot farther than himself?
Tang Ji didn't know about this problem. He just noticed the sniper's sight and fired a shot to cheer up. His purpose was just to tell the other side that I found you. Who would have thought that the bullet would hit you after flying so far?
What about the goal?
All this can only be attributed to luck, and no one can stop luck when it comes.
Of course, if there is no luck, these predators will not be able to stop Tang Ji.
Kaio only found out about it three minutes after Tang Ji broke into the base, because the first people who saw Tang Ji were all dead. This style of killing everyone greatly slowed down the predators' reaction speed for effective dialogue.
"Kaio, who is that? He came to our place all by himself?" The raider leaders who came all the way from other places in front of Kaio were a little shocked. After all, the one who was sent out last night had a bad reputation.
, but his abilities were so outstanding that he disappeared without even a splash.
"His name is Tang Ji. Have any of you heard of this name?" Kaio asked calmly, and then without waiting for anyone to answer, he stood up, picked up the war hammer on the ground, and walked out.