I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World Chapter 1374: colonial fever on waste land
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The Aegis system is about to be repaired. As the Parliament Building announced the specific time for the Aegis to start, the streets and alleys of the 6th block have been illuminated, and the atmosphere of the festival is everywhere.
For the survivors of Wanghai City, the Holy Shield is not just a shield that isolates them from this waste soil, but also a flag. Especially for those who have lived here and witnessed that prosperous and great prosperity, the status of the Holy Shield in their minds is particularly sacred.
Repair the Holy Shield.
There is the possibility of restoring order.
It happened that the fourth Eden had just been completed, and the price of agricultural products had been lowered for the second time in a year, and the purchasing power of credit points continued to strengthen. Even the goods with major shops had lowered their prices and lived in the sixth block. The smiles on the faces of the survivors also enriched a lot.
From the perspective of enriching the spirit and cultural construction of the waste land people, the funds are so large that the Parliament Building can not be used up. Taking advantage of this great opportunity, it is announced that the day of the start of the Holy Shield will be designated as the Holy Shield Day, and the annual At this time, a large celebration will be held by the Parliament.
To add icing to the celebration, the North American colony has just sent dozens of tons of newly-produced crab white sauce to the sixth block, and a colonial poster.
According to the description of the sailors returning from North America, on the waste soil of North America, a few boxes of canned fresh meat in the sixth block can be exchanged for a blonde babes, and a pack of cigarettes can be bought The first night of the girl ...
Although it has exaggerated ingredients, it has to be said that the more primitive desires, the more subjective and active the people can be. On the day the crab sauce was sold in the sixth block, a long queue lined up at the door of the colonial registration point.
Any citizen of any rank with an account issued by the NAC military government can register as a glorious colonizer at the colonizer registration point. The military government promised to arrange work for the colonists, reimburse the colonists for their shipping costs, and promised to subsidize 50-100 credit points per month in accordance with the colonial citizen's grading for five years.
Wanghai City Port, the elevator is lifting the container on the freighter.
The sailors on the deck were smoking listlessly, because they were about to set sail and were destined to miss a grand celebration.
"Will you wait until the celebration is over? It is said that the‘ arrogant girl ’will perform on stage. If I remember correctly, the lead singer of the band is your goddess.”
"No." Dragging the suitcase, Han Yue shook his head and looked in the direction of the port. There was a fascination in his eyes. "When I come back from the famous hall, I will go find her."
No more persuasion, Song Zhongwei sighed, stretched out his hand and patted the shoulder of his good buddy twice, and said with encouragement, "A dream is good, this world has become like this , Should also have a little dream. "
The fate is such a wonderful thing. Before the end came, the two didn't know each other. Song Zhongwei is a third-rate singer who plays music, while Han Yue is a bank security officer. The life circles of the two people are parallel to each other. If they were not lying in two adjacent dormitories, they would hardly know each other's names.
Waking up from a refuge and being told by exoskeleton NAC soldiers that it is now the twentieth year of the end of the world, they spent a full year adapting to the new order of the world and tried Accept the devastated city in front of you.
That's when the two became friends.
"What about your dream?"
"Lie into the dorm room and sleep for a while," Song Zhongwei rolled his eyes. "Waking up two hundred years later, I will become a nostalgic singer."
"It must be retro, haha."
Laughing and punching each other in the chest, the two looked at each other and smiled.
Song Zhongwei grinned and looked at Han Yue seriously.
"Be careful, I have heard people say that the situation there is much more complicated than here. There are mutants and cannibal tribes besides Yajing and Ocean Horse."
"Risk and opportunity coexist, I will let myself live," trying to make his tone sound easier, Han Yue paused for a moment, looked at the freighter that started to sound the siren, and suddenly smiled, " Just send me here. "
"Your boy," kicked his ass, and Song Zhongwei's tone was a bit sighed, "Going to sail, hurry up. Don't forget, you still owe me a meal."
"Haha, I owe you much!"
Haha laughed, Han Yue patted his **** and walked toward the freighter with his suitcase.
......
The whistle sounded three times to bid farewell to the people on the shore.
Leaving the port of Wanghai City, the NAC freighter was escorted by two warships and moved north along the edge of Eurasia. Crossing the Bering Strait, which is retrograde with the cold current, bypassing the golden waterway outside Alaska, traveling south along the North American continent, finally arrived at the port established by NAC in California ...
After half a month of sailing, Han Yue, who was standing on the deck, finally saw the long-distance coastline.
This is the legendary North America.
He had been here before the war, as a tourist.
However, at this moment, standing here and looking at the city of Los Angeles in the distance, I can't see the slightest sight once. Most of the Hollywood Hills have been cut, and the villas that once stood there can only see the bare earth bags.
Just as Han Yue tried to recall the original tone of the city, a thick voice came from behind. As the other colonists on the deck turned back together, they saw the unshaven captain who had only seen him once on board at the entrance of the cabin.
"We're here. It was California in front. It used to be called Los Angeles. It's no different now."
"This is different from the sixth block. The muzzle out of NAC is a barbarous land. There is no order here. Even if it is a survivor's settlement, I hope that your guns will be consistent after you get off the ship. It ’s probably like the city of Wanghai a few years ago. Survivors are more dangerous than dead claws. Instead of being caught by mutants, it is better to give yourself a bullet, but I think these nonsense are **** to most of you. It means farting. "
Standing on the deck, the captain grunted and sniffed a point of a poor-quality cigar from his pocket, spit out a hazy smoke ring, and looked at the vaguely visible port, "I admit that it is full Opportunities, a box of canned meat can be exchanged for what you want, but I advise you how long it takes, before you enjoy life, you must first do everything possible to save your life. "
The whistle sounded three times and leaned towards the port.
The freighter is getting closer to the port.
At this moment, the captain standing on the deck smoking, suddenly noticed something was wrong from the port.
The port is so quiet!
As usual, every time he pulls goods from the sixth block, he can make the colonial people cheer for a while. Especially those gin, some drunken alcoholics, and even sleep on the edge of the port wrapped in a quilt all night, just to grab in front of everyone, use sub-crystals or other bright things, from Those sailors exchanged two bottles of the kitchen or the rest of the warehouse.
Anyone with alcohol has good sales in the colony.
However, let alone a drunken man wrapped in a quilt, even the port workers are gone.
"Wait," the unshaven captain frowned slightly, reached out the telescope from his pocket, and pointed it in the direction of the port. His brows were locked tightly, and the corners of his cracked mouth opened slightly, murmured softly, "Something is wrong in front ..."
Not aware of any unnatural things. Han Yue stood on the deck, feeling a trace of chill chilling into the collar of the north wind.
With a chill, he wrapped his collar and poked his hands into the purse of the trench coat. He felt a pendant and felt a trace of warmth in his heart.
The pendant was bought by a small vendor selling souvenirs at a concert. It was still before the war. He didn't expect the world to change, the rules to change, everything changed, but she didn't change. Compared with Song Zhongwei who lost everything, he felt that he was lucky after all.
"Arrogant Girl" is still holding a concert, although I changed the drummer and the stage ...
Looking at the quiet harbour, he suddenly remembered that he should bring two more winter clothes for this trip.
This is a colony.
There is no holy shield that shields him from the wind and rain ...