Chapter 787 Blasphemy

Simon and others sent the old Harris to be a negotiating envoy, but without any explanation or order, let alone any authorization, they only said to bring the radio to contact, and even the so-called guards were a few miscellaneous soldiers. These methods are obviously using people as cannon fodder, and there is no hope of getting any real results at all.

When the old Harris walked out of the extraordinary city hall, he was extremely resentful and depressed. He wished he could be a leading party to bring the mutants over from Washington immediately, and kill those useless leaders one by one.

But waiting to be blown by the cold wind outside, old Harris regained some sanity in his heart. He knew that if he really brought mutants into Philadelphia, the hundreds of thousands of innocent residents here would suffer.

Everyone in Philadelphia has gone through a lot of hardships and was forced to return to the city destroyed by the nuclear bomb. If he died because of old Harris' personal grievances, even God would not forgive such crimes, and he would definitely go to hell.

"If I lure the mutants, what is it? A traitor? A scum? A traitor?" Old Harris kept his last trace of reason and limit, thinking to himself: It seems that I can only rely on myself to save my son.

Without any rest, the tired old Harris led the team to Washington again. Knowing that he was going to the mutant's territory, the guards assigned to him fled in the blink of an eye, and no one would follow him to die. In the end, he could only go on the road alone overnight.

Driving off-road motorcycles at night, the cold wind poured into the neck like a knife, but old Harris could only grit his teeth and persist. The headlights illuminate the road, the strong wind howls, and only the engine of the rumbling motorcycle roars in the sky and the earth.

But suddenly, several human-shaped guys suddenly appeared on the road, and the two sides almost collided under the dazzling headlights. As soon as the old Harris turned the front of the car, the car body overturned and fell to the ground, but he immediately drew his gun and yelled after falling to the ground.

Those who walked on the road in the middle of the night were probably hungry mutant humans, and if they were not careful, they would die on the way. Old Harris still wanted to save his son, but he didn't want to die.

"Put your hands up."

After shouting, with the help of the peripheral light of the motorcycle headlights, the old Harris saw a family of three in a panic on the opposite side. From the face, it can be seen that this is a normal human being, and from the sound, it can be judged that they are basically harmless.

The two sides confronted each other for a while before the atmosphere eased, and the old Harris even cursed: "Are you crazy? Are you not afraid of being eaten by mutants if you go out in the wild in the middle of the night?"

The man in the opposite family protected his wife and children, and said helplessly: "We heard that there is a shelter in Baltimore. They have a good relationship with mutants and are willing to help accommodate a group of people."

"Nonsense, I've never seen anyone get along well with mutants,

It would be nice if they didn't eat humans. "Old Harris couldn't imagine such an argument, otherwise, how could he run back and forth on the road in a hurry? The rumors of the mutants' brutality are deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

"A friend of mine has already gone, and he said the situation is true." The man on the opposite side was not very sure, "Of course this may be a trap, but I can only try my luck. Our family has not eaten for three days , I'm not even sure I'll make it to Baltimore."

Hearing the voice, he also knew that the family of three on the opposite side was very weak. They had no way to dodge when they hit the motorcycle just now. It can be imagined that they didn't have much strength at all.

"I understand you. Although the hope is very small, you can only try it with your own life. In fact, I am the same. I also want to go to the place of mutants. I also hope that mutants can be more friendly."

The tone of old Harris also became extremely low. He took out a piece of jerky from himself, tore it in half and handed it over, "I'm not sure if I can survive after dawn, this is the only help I can give you .”

The man on the opposite side took the piece of jerky while crying, thanking God all the time, while the old Harris got his motorcycle back up and started on the road again. As the distance continued to extend, he suddenly discovered that there were still many people on this night road, and upon questioning, they were all gambling for their lives.

"The news came out five days ago, we can only try our luck."

"We have no choice. If we don't go, we will definitely die. If we go, we may die."

"We really need help, really need it."

Old Harris met more and more people along the way, all walking towards Baltimore like walking dead. These people are dull, only the instinct of survival drives them to action.

Some people even fell to the ground while walking because they were too weak, and couldn't get up after a plop. Some people sat beside the corpses of their loved ones and cried halfway, while some stayed in a daze for a while before continuing to move forward.

This is a long road to death, but also a painful road to survival.

Seeing people walking and dying all the way, the old Harris broke down emotionally and cried loudly while driving. He was really worried about whether his son would die like this for some reason, and he kept calling on the name of God to cheer up his spirit.

"Lord, please stay away from me."

"You are my strength, please help me."

"You are my guardian, the only one I rely on."

Old Harris was thinking as if he saw a little light in the dark night. The light turned out to be bigger and brighter, which made people feel warm, as if a tall angel descended from the sky, but why did this angel... , why so ugly? Why are you so mutant? !

Ah... really mutants!

With a scoff, the off-road motorcycle slammed on the brakes on the road, and old Harris found a shelter camp with high-wattage bright lights suddenly appearing at this intersection. Hundreds of miserable refugees gathered in the camp, and under the light at the camp gate was a fully armed mutant.

Old Harris looked at the mutant coldly, and the mutant also looked at him blankly. After a few seconds, he remembered his identity and shouted: "I am the negotiating envoy of the Brotherhood of Steel in New Jersey. I have already arrived. You must kill any more hostages."

After shouting several times, the mutant warrior on the opposite side didn't respond. Instead, he stared at Old Harris with a pair of bull's eyes, as if he was thinking about what this idiot wanted to do?

After a while, a man dressed as a priest ran out of the camp and shouted, "People who need help, come in quickly. We have prepared food and guaranteed your safety."

After shouting this voice, the old Harris heard a hula and suddenly thought of dense and noisy footsteps behind him. A group of people emerged from the shadow of the road behind him.

"Wow..., there really is an internment camp here."

"God, this mutant is so scary, I'm too scared to get close."

"I don't care anymore, even if you want to eat me, let me eat until I'm full."

The number of people who came out was probably more than one hundred. After making sure that the old Harris had not been eaten, everyone rushed into the camp. Instead, the old Harris, who was originally at the front, was left out.

"I..., I'm the messenger." Old Harris looked at the mutant warrior and wanted to emphasize his special status.

The priest who ran out quickly stepped forward and pulled Old Harris closer to the camp, and kept nagging, "Don't be afraid, the mutants won't cause trouble when they are full. Of course, the premise is that you don't provoke them by looking for death." .”

"Is there really a good relationship between humans and mutants?" Old Harris felt that his three views had been greatly impacted.

The priest immediately said: "God said that mutants are human beings, we should understand and be considerate of each other."

What..., when did God say this? Old Harris had an expression of 'I don't read much, don't lie to me'.

Of course, the priest himself was not too sure about this, so he added: "This is what our army commander said, we should always trust the army commander, right?"

Talking nonsense in the name of God, you are blasphemy! (To be continued.)