Seven Hundred and Eightieth IX Team Formation

Old Harris's team quickly gathered a dozen people, all of whom seemed to be fairly capable survivors of the end of the world. Although everyone is thin, dirty, and covered with scars, the weathered faces show that there are no weak people here.

And just as the Harris team was about to set off to return to Philadelphia, an uninvited person offered them some help.

"I think you lack food, weapons, ammunition, maps, communication tools and vehicles, and you don't have any logistical support. The cohesion of your gang is also very problematic. If you take a few hits, you will disband. This is not acceptable. It is not professional at all. "An old white man appeared.

From the clean and straight clothes, the well-nourished face, the natural and kind smile, and the mutant guards standing behind him, everyone can tell that this old man in front of him is not young.

It must be a big shot who can live so calmly in these years. In contrast, Harris and others are all penniless, ragged, and smelly beggars.

"My name is Clooney, the Minister of Foreign Affairs of the Aurora Legion. Oh...don't be intimidated by my bluffing name. In fact, my subordinates are less than two hundred people."

The old white male Clooney laughed at himself very friendly. He waved his hand and continued: "But as a newly established department, my biggest advantage is that I have sufficient funds in my hands."

The old Harris was not intimidated by the opponent's aura. After seeing a lot of intrigues in the last days, he naturally kept a high degree of vigilance against 'laughing people'. Such people are often extremely treacherous, "Mr. Clooney, what can I do?" Work for you?"

"Ah, of course! I know your name is Harris. You served in the army. You used to be a famous outdoor sports coach. It took you three days to run back and forth between Washington and Philadelphia, which is not a big deal these days." easy thing.

I've gotten along well with little Harris these two days, haven't I? What a clever kid. " Clooney pointed to the big boy hiding behind his father.

Little Harris shrank behind his father, poked his father's back with his hand, and reminded himself of his father—the old man in front of him was not easy to mess with, with the cunning of a fox and the ferocity of a jackal.

But the old Harris was calm, "Mr. Clooney, if you have any orders, just say, I am happy to follow a gentleman like you. But please speak directly, a small person like me is very vulgar, and I don't understand too profound words."

"Hahaha..." Clooney finally revealed his real purpose after showing that he knew everything about the other party's situation, "Our Hugo Legion Commander authorized me to form an external operation team directly under the Ministry of Foreign Affairs to deal with some special mission.

I just heard that you are going to do humanitarian work,

I am very optimistic about your future. If you are willing to follow my lead, I can give you some venture capital. "

The old man Clooney is really thick-skinned when he refers to "slave hunting" as "humanitarian aid". But when he condescended to offer some help, the entire Harris team was taken aback.

Old Harris himself was helpless, if he didn't hug the big thick leg in front of him, the friends who had just gathered around him would collapse immediately. But if he nodded in agreement, he would be on board the pirate ship of the 'Aurora Legion' from now on. But little people, how can there be so much freedom?

Old Harris nodded slightly, agreeing. And Clooney said: "Your little Harris can go to Havana, and we can provide him with security and education. Guarantees. You two can communicate by radio on a regular basis."

"No, I won't be separated from my father." Little Harris immediately grabbed his father's arm.

But before Clooney could persuade him, the old Harris touched his son's head and said softly, "Go to Havana, it's better than following me. I believe that Mr. Clooney won't embarrass someone like me." Little people."

The father and son stared blankly at each other for a long time before Harris Jr. slowly let go of his father's arm. And after reaching the minimum level of trust, Clooney did not put too high demands on the old Harris, he provided the other party with a minimum amount of support.

Three electric pickup trucks that can run 1,500 kilometers on a full charge, a dozen AK series rifles and corresponding ammunition shipped from Havana, plus some food, medicine, walkie-talkie and radio, that's all.

Pickup trucks are nothing, abandoned vehicles are everywhere now, but it is extremely valuable to be able to get convenient charging and maintenance after taking refuge in the 'Aurora Legion'. Although the AK series rifles are not as good as the AR series in many aspects, the current one is solid, reliable and easy to maintain.

Harris Sr. was also given a personal computer with a digital map as the leader, and they also got a day off in addition to that. After a brief run-in, a dozen or so members of the team received a vague order—to do something, to prove their worth, and to get more supplies.

There are various missions in Clooney. The big ones are collecting large-scale equipment, spying on group intelligence, and the small ones are recruiting high-quality people and spreading information or rumors. The old Harris chose the task of 'recruiting the population', which was originally their plan, and it was relatively easy for a new team.

Old Harris, who had a backer and a full stomach, seemed much more energetic. Although he and his men were still wearing shabby clothes and looked vicissitudes, at least they had more confidence in their future life.

Before setting off, the old Harris gave his son a deep hug, and said seriously: "Be strong, don't worry about me, I will be able to live well, and I hope you will do the same."

Little Harris was so choked up that he could hardly speak, but kept nodding his head and weeping, "Yes, yes, I will try my best to live a good life, and I will not shame you."

The parting of the father and son was moving. When the old Harris led the team to set off, the young Harris stood at the intersection and watched for a long time.

Harris Sr. jumped into his car and shouted into the intercom: "Everyone, although everyone is not familiar, but I am very happy that we can become a team. It is not easy for us to get the opportunity in front of us, so I hope everyone will cooperate with each other." Cooperate and try to survive.

We must get at least ten B-level talents, or one A-level talent within five days, otherwise we will continue to live a wandering life if the mission fails. So no matter how difficult it is next, the task must be completed. "

For the simple and impassioned words of the old Harris, his team members collectively shouted 'hooah' to show their excitement!

And Clooney also saw this scene from his office window, the old white man smiled and said: "Okay, the eleventh experimental ranger has set off, they are all good boys, I hope they all come back alive.

But I have to form more teams to start operations, otherwise it will be troublesome to disappoint the legion commander. Fortunately, not everyone in the world is as strong as Victor Hugo. "(To be continued.)