Chapter 790: Untitled

As the fifth largest city in the United States, Philadelphia was also blown upside down by a nuclear bomb, and the whole city was scorched black. Old Harris still remembers the scene when he entered Philadelphia three months ago. There were ruins and charred remains everywhere, and it was still like this three months later.

Considering that Washington was almost wiped out by mutants, the ruler of Philadelphia still didn't do anything. For the first time, old Harris felt that he was lucky to escape from a wreck that was about to sink.

Philadelphia's current population is less than half a million, with dilapidated roads and a depressed market. The ruler did not carry out effective relief at all, and many gathered people were fleeing. The old Harris who drove back first thought of going to the Philadelphia oil refinery to get some useful people.

There is a large oil refinery in Philadelphia that processes more than 300,000 barrels of crude oil per day. It is a subsidiary of Delta Air Lines. This refinery supplies 80% of the fuel for Delta Air Lines' domestic routes. But when the old Harris arrived here, he found that the refinery had been blown up.

On the site of the refinery, many people were picking up junk, dismantling some useful pipelines and storage tanks and transporting them away. To be honest, Old Harris never cared about the people here in the past, but today he found that the people here seem a little familiar.

Why are these guys so similar to the mutants in Washington, they dismantle whatever they catch!

Old Harris walked up to several dismantling workers, and he immediately confirmed that he had met his accomplices just by looking at the food held in their hands—they were holding paste protein powder in their hands. Only those in Washington can deliver.

"Hey..., can I ask about the situation? Don't worry, I mean no harm." When Old Harris approached, the workers on the opposite side took out their weapons one by one. He raised his hands, indicating that he was harmless, "I have a pack of Supreme cigarettes in my pocket, which may bring us closer."

Seeing the old Harris driving a car with a dozen people, the armed workers did not let him get too close, and the leader shouted: "Throw the cigarette over here, I think we can have a chat with you."

The 'Supreme' cigarettes with white board packaging and a simple LOGO are now hard currency in the wasteland, and the old Harris only got such a pack when he was receiving novice benefits. He still felt very distressed when he threw it out.

After taking the cigarette and unpacking it, the foreman laughed straight away: "Are you also a member of the 'Aurora Legion'?"

"Why do you say that? Is there a label on my face?" Old Harris was puzzled.

The foreman scattered the cigarettes to the workers around him, took out a lighter and lit it for a few puffs, and said with a smile: "This is a good thing that only people from the 'Aurora Legion' can provide, and I have encountered it before."

"Before? You mean someone from the Legion has been here before?" Old Harrison was a little nervous.

The foreman and several workers laughed out loud, and he said with a bit of sarcasm: "Sir, you are late. This place has already been searched once by the D team of the legion, and we were hired by them to disassemble the equipment."

Fuck..., this can be late!

The old Harris thought that his code name was Team K, and suddenly realized that he had already been preempted by many opponents in the competition.

"Look where, the residential area over there." The foreman pointed to a dilapidated house a hundred meters away from the ruins of the oil refinery. There are people who try their luck.”

"Is no one in charge?" Old Harrison was startled. He still felt that his actions were secret, but he didn't know that his partner and competitor had already been active in the open.

"Who cares?" The foreman raised the lighted cigarette in his hand and said with a smile: "No one came to stop it. The D team came more than half a month ago. They used food to recruit a large number of people to work. We are all concerned about this." Thank you. It is because of the work that we can eat."

While speaking, there was a burst of laughter from the dilapidated building responsible for containment, and a dozen men and women came out of it, and they were loading their poor luggage into a car. Seeing these people come out, the foreman stood up and raised his hands and shouted: "Hey! Have you got your visa?"

"Yes, we've got it. Thank God, we've got it all." A dozen men and women heard the shout and all responded with a yell. That happy smiling face is like finally boarding Noah's Ark before the flood.

"Lucky fellows, congratulations!" the foreman shouted again, and the men and women opposite also expressed their joy loudly. They just laughed and got into the car, and then left in a hurry.

But when the laughter and the sound of the car went away, what was left was indeed full of sadness and melancholy. The foreman took a deep puff on his cigarette and sighed, "Now just a boat ticket to Havana is enough to change a person.

It's a pity that we are just ordinary workers, and we have to work hard for the 'Aurora Legion' to have a very small chance of getting a visa. I really don't know how long I can do my current job? If the legionaries withdraw, we will fall into despair again. "

If you don’t work, you will have no food, and after work, you still have no food. For a while, the old Harris deeply sympathized with the conditions of these workers, and at the same time rejoiced that he could easily send his son to Havana. In this world, no one can live easily.

"Besides the refinery, where else can we get professional technicians?" Old Harris was now worried that his companion had left nothing for him.

The foreman shook his head slightly, "I can't give you any advice, I only know that the A team of the legion came first and bought off Commander Simon's army immediately. They stole all the elite personnel and supplies from the army .

Team C took control of the power supply system in Philadelphia, and they also transported away a large number of personnel and materials related to the power supply. Team D is at the refinery, Team F has taken control of the chemical plant, and the other teams are unclear. But what is certain is that as long as they are still alive, they must be pulling people everywhere. "

After smoking a cigarette, the foreman looked at the half pack of cigarettes left in his hand, threw it back to old Harris, and said with a wry smile: "I will return the remaining cigarettes to you, go try your luck elsewhere, say Maybe you can get rich too."

After taking the cigarette, the old Harris watched the workers who finished lunch and started working again with their tools, but he could only walk out of the scattered ruins of the refinery, and informed his subordinates with a serious face, "The situation is worse than we imagined. Oops, I'm afraid we need to work harder."

Old Harris led the team away from the ruins of the refinery, and spent another day running across Philadelphia, only to find that the entire city was almost infiltrated by the "Aurora Legion". What's ridiculous is that Commander Simon, who ruled here, didn't know anything about it, and was still worried that the enemy would kill him.

But it was also a terrible situation for the old Harris. He finally unfolded the electronic map on the computer and found that he might have to go far to complete the task.

"Philadelphia has nothing to do with us. This place is already someone else's territory. To complete the task, we have to go a little further." Old Harris looked at the map without thinking too long, "We can only go to New York." (To be continued.)