Seven Hundred and Ninetieth Chapters Fight Father

Above the sea, the cold wind blows. After more than half a year of gloom, the sky is rarely a soothing blue. A thousand-ton passenger and cargo ship is slowly leaving the small port of Washington, heading for Havana, thousands of miles away.

Seven or eight children in their teens gathered on the platform of the rear deck, silently watching the city slowly disappearing into the horizon like adults, until the surrounding scenery was overwhelmed by sea water.

Little Harris was also one of the people who left with the ship. The fifteen-year-old boy was just growing up, and the cruel life in the last days made him particularly precocious.

"Hi..., my name is John. How about you?" Another boy offered his hand and came to say hello.

"My name is Harris." Little Harris shook hands with each other lightly.

The boy John immediately called several other people around him: "This is Johnny, this is Schultz, this is Zoya, this is Bebeni,..."

Several children introduced each other as friends. They all looked thin, but they were very alert and active, with unusual sophistication and maturity. After all, in the last days, those who lack the ability to survive independently will be eliminated.

"Harris, what does your father do?" asked the freckled Zoya, one of the few girls among the children. With a stable environment, a nutritious and adequate diet, and the hormones of puberty kicking in, she has been pursued by several boys.

"My father is..." Little Harris suddenly didn't know how to explain his father's identity. He hesitated and said, "He is an employee of the Legion's Ministry of Foreign Affairs."

"Oh..." Zoya didn't know if she understood it, but the "Ministry of Foreign Affairs" sounds quite lofty, doesn't it? In fact, when other children heard this word, they also looked at little Harris with admiration, thinking that this companion who was a little silent on the boat was a person with background.

Under the envious and even respectful eyes of more than a dozen peers, little Harris couldn't help straightening his back. The young man's vanity was greatly satisfied, and he also felt that his father was indeed very powerful, and he got a very important position casually.

"My father is a maintenance worker. He has strong hands-on skills and is especially good at repairing various machines. That's why the legion is willing to issue visas." John, the leader, said with a smile, obviously very proud of his father.

"What is a maintenance worker? That's a b-level visa. My father is a senior communications engineer with a Ph.D. He used to work for Bell Labs, so we were marked as a b+ level when we registered. You know how valuable this status is ?"

Seeing that Zoya seemed to be interested in little Harris, a bunch of boys felt very upset. Bebeni yelled about his father's identity, "I once asked the people in the Legion, and they said that only one tenth of the refugees can get a visa, and only one tenth of the visas are B+."

A bunch of bored little kids started to compete against their fathers.

Bebeni continued to yell: "Do you know? B-level can only bring one family member on board, B-level can bring two family members, and only B+ can bring three. And because Havana will rebuild the mobile base station and communication network, there is an urgent need Talent in this area, so my father made an exception and was able to bring four family members.

After getting the visa, our family was given a big gift bag. Guess what I found in the pack? chocolate! Chocolate made from real South American cocoa beans. These are living supplies that only senior personnel can get.

do you know? The Legion doesn't make everyone equal,

They distinguish between classes, and those who are capable can continue to climb up and get more resources, while those who are incompetent can only do coolies, and at most they will not die of starvation.

When my father got a B+ grade, I don't know how many people envied us. Because my father had one more family member quota, it even caused a mess. Many people begged my father to join us, and my father decided to find himself a beautiful woman twenty years younger to be his wife. "

Sounds like enviable luck!

A bunch of brats had to be silent, the B++ grade was indeed a talent that received special treatment. Not to mention that the supply of various supplies is relatively sufficient, and being able to get a beautiful woman to serve him can also tell that Bebeni's father is indeed taking advantage of it.

And Zoya set her sights on Bebeni again, as if she was considering whether the son of an employee of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs was more promising, or whether a B++ family had more potential. This is the way of survival in the last days, even teenagers know that they need to join forces.

And Harris Jr. was indifferent to this, he had no rank at all. He was able to board the ship because his father worked hard enough, and was favored by Foreign Minister Clooney, who was eager to form a foreign operation team.

Just looking at Bebeni's arrogance, little Harris couldn't help but mocked: "The ratio of men to women in Havana is seriously out of balance now. As long as women can prove that they are not too bad, they can board the ship. Your stepmother is so bad that you can't get it alone. Visa?"

These words are very reasonable, just look at the only girl Zoya among the few children, you can know the current scarcity of women. The "Aurora Legion" has spent huge resources in order to alleviate the contradiction between the number of men and women inside.

The other children who were being suppressed by the ranks laughed and laughed, making Bebeni's face flushed. He kept emphasizing that his stepmother's appearance and figure were impeccable, absolutely without any blemishes.

After successfully regaining his momentum, little Harris felt that the kind of father-fighting in front of him was a bit too boring. Other people's parents are going to Havana on this boat no matter what, but his father is still in Washington and desperately trying.

"Harris, what is your father's position in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs?" Zoya began to think that little Harris was more interesting and cooler. Her parents gave a lot of advice after boarding the ship. One of them is to use her gender advantage to find out more information and get more benefits.

"My father is the direct subordinate of Mr. Clooney, Minister of Foreign Affairs. It is inconvenient to disclose the specific position." Little Harris couldn't resist Zoya's 'Charm Human' spell, but he didn't say that his father was a hard-working captain. , but beautified as much as possible in terms of rhetoric.

"Oh..." Zoya didn't quite understand, and was easily fooled when she heard the pretentious title of 'Minister Minister directly subordinate', "My father is a pediatrician, and our family's survival depends entirely on him. Now it is also because the father has a B+ status that he can get preferential treatment.

There's a shortage of doctors everywhere, and we used to have a good life in a New Jersey fraternity. But my dad still didn't think New Jersey was safe. He always said he was going to New York, and thought that Commander David Lawrence in New York was stronger.

However, my father changed his mind when he discovered that the 'Aurora Legion' was selling a large number of medicines on the black market. He said that only forces that still have medicine reserves and can even sell them are worthy of his refuge.

After boarding the ship, I also felt that this judgment was not wrong. The food supply here is much more abundant than that in New Jersey. And I like the policy of class division in the Legion. Excellent people should live the lives of superior people. So we're all lucky, right? "

Zoya said this very proudly, and Harris couldn't help but agree with it, "Yes, in fact, we are all lucky." (To be continued.)