Chapter 788 Shaken

Harris Sr. did not spend much time in the asylum camp, and he was still worried about his son's condition. And the priest in the camp couldn't do anything about it, but he said with relief: "We are so helpless about this, everything can only be done according to God's will."

You are fucking kidding me!

The old Harris, who was on the road again, kept cursing. The catastrophe and the advent of nuclear winter completely messed up human thinking. Those who originally had faith began to become unbelievers, and those without faith were anxious to find a support for their souls. In short, human beings are advanced creatures with corresponding spiritual needs.

The rest of the journey went smoothly. Old Harris also saw several other camps, but he didn't waste any time going in. He finally ran back to Washington at dawn, and hurried to the White House.

Although the emissary team alone was a little too shabby, old Harris still met the 'zombie' Bill who was in charge of mutant management. But when he was thinking about how to figure out some tricks to make the other party happy, Bill let him leave irrefutably.

"Leave? I am the envoy of the New Jersey Brotherhood, appointed by Commander Simon himself."

"He appointed at least three or four emissaries like you, and someone flew over before you, so you are late."

Hold! Hurriedly and late, the old Harris was stunned for a while, "Then..., where is my son?"

"You should have breakfast at the nearby shelter camp, you can find it yourself."

After being anxious and tired for three whole days, Old Harris found that his identity as an envoy was useless. He was kicked out again inexplicably, and then found his son among a group of refugees on the South Lawn of the White House.

"Little Harris, God bless, I'm really afraid of losing you." Seeing that his son was safe and sound, the old Harris ran forward cheering, and burst into tears while hugging his son, "Okay, kid, don't worry about it." Scared. Daddy will get you out of here."

"Dad, don't be nervous, I think it's fine here." Little Harris was not very scared, and teenage boys seemed very courageous.

"Don't be kidding, there are mutants everywhere here, I don't want to stay here." Old Harris looked serious, dragging his son and wanting to leave.

"Father, I'm not joking. Mutants may look fierce, but they are not a threat as long as they are full." Little Harris took his father's hand to the camp and shouted at a cook-like man: " Can I have breakfast for my father?"

a simple tray,

An iron spoon filled with a large sticky breakfast, and the Harris father and son also occupied a small table and two chairs in the camp.

"What the hell is this?" Old Harris has been up for three days and three nights, hungry and exhausted, and has no resistance to food. He ate a spoonful of it and thought it tasted okay. Salt and a small amount of fat were added to this paste-like breakfast, so it was barely edible.

"I heard it's protein powder, which is nutritious and easy to digest. I've been eating this for three days. There are six flavors, and I've tried them all. However, refugees can eat one meal a day." Little Harris said in a low voice. : "Dad, I found a way to get rich here."

"What way?" Old Harris put the food into his mouth quickly, while looking up at his son. He is now sensitive to any means of survival.

"I have been working as a handyman for those 'zombies' and mutants in the White House for the past two days, and I heard them talking about how to recruit more professionals. Don't look at the many refugees here, but most of them do not meet their requirements.

It is said that standing behind this mutant is the "Aurora Legion". The legion needs various industrial equipment and manufacturing personnel, or specialized agricultural population. They paid a very high price to acquire talents in this area.

Many people have already organized slave hunting teams to catch people. We thought we could do this business too. I know there are a lot of people in Philadelphia who should fit the Legion's requirements, and we can make a lot of money before the news spreads. "Little Harris is a big kid, looking eager to try.

"No." Old Harris flatly refused, "We can't do this kind of thing, it's a criminal act against the wishes of others."

But Harris Jr. immediately changed the angle and said: "Then it's alright for us to help others get relief? How many people are living on the verge of death now? We try to get them to Washington or Baltimore to keep them alive, and we You can also make a lot of money.”

This... seems irrefutable!

Old Harris’s eating spoons stopped in mid-air. He recalled that on his way to Washington overnight just a few hours ago, there was an endless stream of people who wanted to be taken in, and there were a large number of dead bodies that fell down halfway and formed a line. Or howling or numb survivors.

"We are rescuing others, and God will approve it. And the reward from the 'Aurora Legion' is really good." Little Harris has not messed with mutants for two or three days. He waited for his father to finish a simple meal. After breakfast, they took each other to a small port in Washington.

The port has been converted into a bazaar dedicated to the human trade. Little Harris explained: "At present, many people are willing to go with the 'Aurora Legion', but there are not many people who can board the ship. The Legion does not need ordinary service population."

The port market was extremely noisy and chaotic, full of voices. Old Harris saw crowds of people clamoring and clamoring, but in the face of the heavily armed mutant soldiers, no one dared to attack the boarding line of defense.

"Everyone knows that boarding a ship will allow them to live, but not everyone is allowed. Those who are crying are unable to get a visa and have been rejected, and some even committed suicide on the spot because they couldn't accept it." Little Harris also sighed repeatedly about this.

Many people are registering their information, but there are more than a dozen 'zombies' handling the work. The emotionless 'zombies' simply ignore the applicants' pleas and cries. They will ask various questions or conduct on-site tests to strictly select the ones they need.

"The legion has three grades of A, B, and C, which are high-end talents, professional talents, non-technical or service personnel. C grades will be driven away, B grades can be boarded, and A grades can get preferential treatment.

You can get five gold coins if you provide a B-level, and one hundred gold coins for the A-level. The port here is quite rich in supplies, weapons, ammunition, and living supplies, which look extremely attractive. "Little Harris said that he was already beaming.

Old Harris walked around the market crowd and had to admit that there was no slavery here. On the contrary, many people wished they could be slaves in order to board the rescue ship of the 'Aurora Legion'.

But only people with a college degree or above, or people with technical expertise, or young and beautiful women can really be rescued. Others can only watch those lucky ones board the boat and leave, there is nothing they can do.

And everyone who boards the ship can get a gift bag, which contains cigarettes, coffee, and even candy. A small number of A-level high-end talents even get small pieces of roast chicken and wine.

Most of the people were hungry and thin. After getting the food, they couldn't help but eat it on the spot. The appearance of wolfing down made people want to board the ship.

Little Harris drooled as he looked at the meat, and shook his father's hand, "Dad, please. Let's do it. We have guns and motorcycles. We can organize a rescue team right now. What do you think?"

Old Harris was really shaken. He himself was aroused by the food distributed by the 'Aurora Legion' and couldn't help swallowing. He glanced at the crowd, selected a tall man who also brought his family, stepped forward and said, "Hey, I want to organize a slave hunting team, are you interested in partnering?"

The man on the opposite side immediately showed his eyes and nodded after understanding the old Harris' proposal. Even when other people around heard their proposal, they all gathered around. The simple slave-catching team was put together like this. (To be continued.)