Chapter 785: Father and Son

Washington, on the Potomac River.

Many people know that Washington, D.C. is the capital of the United States, but not many people know that Washington, D.C. is directly connected to the Atlantic Ocean through the Potomac River.

The drought in the nuclear winter has greatly reduced the runoff of the Potomac River. Large-tonnage freighters cannot enter, and only 100-ton small boats can dock. On the shore, the Harris father and son were lying in a dead wood, holding a telescope to observe a bridge across the Potomac River.

There are more than a dozen electric-driven medium-sized trucks on the bridge. These trucks have been working in the urban area of ​​Washington for more than a month. The drivers of these trucks are some horrible-looking zombies, and there are a large number of terrifying mutants working with them.

Search, search, search, these mutants ransacked everywhere like locusts. Just opposite Harris and his son, about a thousand meters away, is the Pentagon in the United States. Thousands of mutants and 'zombies' have been transported in the building for four or five days, and the good things are almost emptied.

All kinds of office equipment, industrial machinery, heavy vehicles, production consumables, and living supplies are constantly being removed. The mutants used a crane to move the supplies to a speedboat docked on the Potomac River, and then the speedboat transported them to the open sea, then hoisted them onto a freighter parked in the open sea, and finally transported them away.

"Which group do these mutants belong to?" Harris and his son have been squatting in the woods for several days. They belong to the New Jersey faction of the Brotherhood of Steel. The current task is to find out the background of this group of mutants. and strength.

Such a large-scale removal and emptying work requires a strong logistical support and management plan. From the minds of mutants, they simply can't think of such a complicated thing.

The Brotherhood of Steel in New Jersey once sent tanks and armored vehicles to try to drive away the mutants occupying Washington. As a result, 3,000 people went there, but less than 1,000 escaped. A brave mutant teaches New Jersey's fraternity leaders a lesson.

"Look, that charging battery car is here again." The teenage Harris called out with a binoculars.

Old Harris hurriedly told his son not to make too much noise. Their mission was extremely dangerous, because the rumors of mutants cannibalism were notorious. Just seeing their tall and weird looks, everyone will feel a chill from the bottom of their hearts.

Various transportation vehicles are indispensable for the search work. In the case of lack of fuel, it is much more convenient to use electricity. But electricity didn't come out of nowhere, Harris and his son speculated that the mutants should have mastered a certain mobile nuclear power plant.

Mobile nuclear power plants are expensive high-tech equipment. They are generally used in response to disasters or unexpected accidents, or to provide power protection for the army in the field. This thing can be pulled away by a heavy truck.

Very convenient. As the capital of Washington, this kind of high-end goods is a must.

Harris and his son were waiting for this mobile nuclear power plant, commonly known as a "battery car". After determining the target, the old Harris quickly activated the radio he was carrying, and he would guide his armed helicopters to launch a surprise attack and take away this valuable vehicle.

But just as old Harris was about to start calling, there was a sudden snap of branches breaking in the woods behind them. There was a chill in the hearts of the father and son. The distance of the voice was only tens of meters away. If they were mutants, they could rush up with just one breath.

The sound of clicking, clicking, and clicking became more and more clear, and the heavy footsteps unique to mutants were undoubtedly confirmed. Thinking of the mutant's sense of smell as sensitive as a dog, the old Harris immediately shouted: "Son, run!"

Little Harris immediately jumped out of his camouflage point, dragged out an off-road motorcycle beside him and started it immediately, stepped on it quickly and evacuated. And the motorcycle had only run a distance of ten meters, when he heard gunshots and his father's roar in the woods where he had just hidden.

The old Harris wanted to use his life to create as many escape opportunities as possible for his son. This situation made little Harris burst into tears on the spot. He had seen too many scenes of life and death, and now it was finally his turn.

Looking back in panic, little Harris saw two monster-like mutants pinching his father's neck, standing by the woods and grinning at him. And his father was still struggling and shouting, 'Run, kid, run, leave me alone'.

He couldn't run away. Little Harris saw a mutant pick up a machine gun. He had seen the abnormal shooting stability of mutants with his own eyes, and now he couldn't dodge the bullets at a distance of tens of meters.

"No...don't kill my father. If you want to eat, eat me." Little Harris stopped in despair. He didn't know what to do, so he could only shout subconsciously.

Two mutant warriors came up with mocking grins, one of them threw old Harris in front of young Harris, and said in a disdainful tone: "You are lucky, we are full today."

The Harris father and son were escorted into an electric commuter car and returned to Washington in a bumpy way. They saw all kinds of mutant humans along the way, and basically no two were alike. This scene of hundreds of ghosts traveling is really scaring people out of their minds.

When the commuter car arrived at the White House, it was the first time for the father and son to enter this building that symbolizes the highest power in the United States. They easily walked into the president's round table office, and a working 'zombie' met them both.

"My name is Bill. If you saw me two months ago, you would definitely turn into a corpse. But now I can give you a way to survive." The voice of the leader of the 'zombie' was shrill and sometimes hoarse, like a ghost shouting like.

The father and son were already pale, their teeth were chattering, and when they heard that there was a way to survive, they nodded quickly, wishing they could kneel down to show their submission.

"Zombie" Bill yelled, and a mutant carried a heavy vat from outside the office, and it fell to the ground with a bang, and the office of the leader of the eagle sauce was smashed into a hole.

"This is the 'Supreme' brand protein powder, the latest high-end product, and we want to sell it to the outside world." Bill said, "Try it."

protein powder? the arrival? Sales?

The mutant on the side opened the iron bucket and motioned for old Harris to taste it. Old Harris stretched out his hand anxiously and ate a small handful into his mouth, feeling..., to be honest, it wasn't very tasty.

But... there is clearly a turning point in this matter. Old Harris swallowed his saliva several times in a row, trying to calm himself down. Only now did he realize that he really might not have to die. "You want us to help you sell things?"

"Your mission is very simple. Your son stays, and you take the sample to contact the leader of the Brotherhood of Steel in New Jersey. I hope you can bring the real contact messenger to me within three days."

'Zombie' Bill waved his hand, and the escorting mutant gave Old Harris another small can of protein powder, and then pushed him out of the office.

Seeing which office representing power was about to close, the old Harris shouted heartbreakingly: "Son, I will come back, I will definitely come back."

Harris Sr. was shoved out of the White House again, and his son's dirt bike was returned to him. A mutant warrior said in a deep voice: "I filled up the fuel tank of the motorcycle. I hope you can come back within three days, otherwise your son will die."

After the motorcycle was returned, no one paid any attention to the old Harris. Looking at all kinds of mutant humans coming and going around, and thinking about his son who was still trapped, he no longer had any fear in his heart. Instead, he yelled and hurriedly got on the motorcycle, hugged the iron can in his arms, and flew fast. leave.

"I want to come back, I want to come back, I want to report the news and come back." (To be continued.)