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On May 17, four days after the militia and the Mexicans fought for the southern port, today Big Eyes took a convoy to a feed mill in the far suburbs to see if I could get some vitamins, and I was asked by the engineers to collect all kinds of strange things in the city that they needed to build a fully mechanized unmanned defense mechanism. It's a lot of things, acetylene, oxygen, nitrogen, fertilizers, cables, paint, solder, diodes, transistors, circuit boards in self-driving cars and electric toys, and so on.

Because a lot of things are weird and can't be figured out by non-specialists, we have five engineers in the team. Our second stop was an electronic toy sales company's warehouse, which was located next to a 27-story tall building. I asked the Japanese to search the building, then climbed to the roof platform and looked in the direction of the harbor with a telescope. Although the sky was clear today, I couldn't see the harbor with high-powered telescopes, and the smoke was blowing from the harbor into the city, and I could only see a dark patch. Fortunately, it took almost an hour, and after a few changes in wind direction, I was able to roughly identify the area where the fire was on fire.

We have not been able to approach the port these days, and there is no first-hand information about the fighting between the militia and the Mexicans. Now it appears that the fire is not only in a few oil depots, but also in most of the port. It seems that the situation of the Mexicans is not good.

Angelia also went up to the roof and glanced in the direction of Southport with a telescope, and the blinding sunlight made her sneeze a few times. Then she turned in the direction of Beigang: "The fire in Beigang has not been extinguished, Beigang is finished." It seems that Nangang will not escape the fate of being destroyed. ”

That's for sure. Since the destruction of these two ports was inevitable, I would have liked the Mexicans to hold out a little longer and draw the attention of the militia all the way to the arrival of troops drawn from the Middle East and Japan. We've seen a lot of new bodies of Asian, African, and Latino bodies in the past few days, most likely by militias. We were also shot at by the militia several times, and there was no reason at all. At first, we wanted to communicate with them, but as soon as the militia found out that we were Asian, they immediately shot more violently, so we no longer had the idea of communicating with the militia. Some militiamen even sprayed the symbols of the Third Reich on their vehicles, which is enough to show their tendencies. If we don't have the power to restrain these militias, I fear that the militias will get us in trouble.

In yesterday's news, the Department of Defense announced that the radioactive contamination on the east coast had been initially controlled, and that troops would be transferred to the Mexican border to counterinsurgency, and that the U.S. military in Japan was ready to return home to participate in the counterinsurgency. Maybe in a few days the army will march into Lavona to maintain order, but who knows? According to news broadcasts by the Russians and Al Jazeera, the US troops stationed abroad have refused to return to China for their missions on the grounds of nuclear radiation, and at the same time, racial tensions have intensified in the military, and the front-line combat units are infantry, many of which have been paralyzed due to the high proportion of Hispanic and African-American soldiers. If these things are true, and I believe these messages are true, then God knows what kind of moth is going to happen.

Angelia took the binoculars, took out a tissue, wiped her nose and asked, "James, how long do you think the Mexicans can hold out?" ”

I put away my binoculars and walked downstairs and said, "It's hard to say. To be honest, I didn't expect them to play for so long. They have a way out, they have grabbed enough, and they have vented enough for so long. The cargo at the port is not very attractive to them, and do not expect them to stick to it. Do they really think they can separate this place from the United States? Especially those mercenaries, when they see that the situation is not good, they may immediately leave. So the Mexicans will collapse at any time, there is no way to predict it at all. ”

Angelia said: "I think so too. If the Mexicans completely burned the port before fleeing, the militia would be short of food. They hate us and will definitely come and rob us. We need to talk. ”

I indicated that I was listening. Angelia said: "You see, less than half of my men have spears, and if the militia attacks us, we will not be able to defend ourselves. ”

I was speechless about her inadequacy, and I told her that it wasn't so easy to occupy a piece of her own territory. I said, "You should understand that it is useless for an untrained person to give her a good gun." In that sense, you've got enough weapons. ”

"I can train them very quickly," Angelia said. ”

I shook my head: "I don't have enough weapons in my hands. So wait until your people are trained, or the others won't agree. ”

Angelia grabbed my arm: "I'm sure you can convince the boars and the big eyes to them." Can you do me a favor? ”

When she spoke, she was very close, and the two soft flesh were tightly pressed against my arm, and the emphasis of her speech was very strong, as if there was a bit of a seductive atmosphere. I hurriedly took a step to the side. Honestly, it didn't go through my brain. On the way back to the barley field, I kept asking myself why I had made this move so quickly. Later, I attributed it to the fact that in those years I watched a lot of small movies where Japanese women "attacked" with their bodies. That's a big set. It's very cool when I watch a movie, but when I really encounter this situation, I suddenly find myself a little psychologically blocked.

This time the atmosphere is gone, and it is impossible to recover. But I wanted to test my conjecture again, so I twisted my body and asked very brainlessly, "Okay, what else do you need?" ”

"Give me some more ammunition and food, can you give me some of those combat robots?" Angelia said with a twinkle in her eyes. Probably seeing my surprised expression, she changed her words again: "Two will do." ”

Now there are only 6 combat robots in Damai Field, and she has a big appetite, it seems that my guess is correct, she has premeditated, but unfortunately her eldest lady's temper makes her city government insufficient. I frowned and said, "Your appetite is too big. ”

Angelia took another step forward, and the air she blew out sprayed directly into my face, warm. She said, "I don't have a secret warehouse anymore, but I still have what you want." Don't you want to get it? ”

Holy, I've been pushed against the wall by you. But this should be every man's dream, right? But it's dangerous to stay outside for an extra minute, and my sanity tells me that I can't enjoy this ambiguous feeling anymore. But people fight so hard, I'm really embarrassed to be too serious and make people sad, and I don't know how to refuse beautiful women, so I can only say: "No." They'll laugh at me for being sexually despised and my friends. ”

Then Angelia misunderstood and said something that shocked me: "They won't know." I just found out that there is a very high-class lounge on the 10th floor, where everything is fully equipped. ”

In an unfamiliar environment, in a tense atmosphere, it is really exciting. But......

I just ran away. There was a sudden roar from behind, and it was Angelia who had erupted. Fortunately, it was all in Japanese, and I couldn't understand it, so I pretended not to hear and walked downstairs quickly. Sato, who was guarding at the entrance of the building, looked at me strangely, and I hurriedly plunged into the car and didn't dare to show my head.

After more than half an hour, the engineers came out of the warehouse satisfied. Angelia also came out of the building casually at this time, opened the co-pilot's door and said angrily: "I'm not Bichi like Daisy, you will regret it!" After saying that, she grabbed the Japanese-made "digital samurai" weapon on the back seat and ran to the car behind.

What does she mean by that? I didn't figure it out.

Now Daisy has become a joke in the community. She thought that she would be able to live a good life with big eyes, but she didn't expect that big eyes would not treat him as a dish at all. And that time, some women who were rescued from Beverly were jealous of Daisy's attraction of bees and butterflies, and had no scruples about pulling Daisy's old bottom out. It turns out that Daisy's fame is not a story like "Cinderella" promoted by the media at all, but Daisy's family uses money and connections behind the scenes. These things are kept secretive by the media, and the dicks will not know about them, but the rich people in the same circle as Daisy will not know about them. The same is the second generation of the rich, and the third generation of the rich naturally knows the roots.

When this incident broke out, the aura on Daisy's body faded, and her value plummeted immediately.

While I was thinking about it, Powell and Marjola grinned and pulled open the car door and sat in. Powell asked with a gossipy face: "Why isn't the Japanese girl with you anymore?" What did you do with her? ”

I had to say, "There's nothing between us." ”

Powell laughed meaningfully: "Of course I believe that there is nothing between you, hehe! "I could only give him a middle finger.

As our convoy was heading back, Big Bird called me over the walkie-talkie: "Raven." We were attacked by the militia. ”

I hurriedly replied, "Raven received." How many people are there in the militia? ”

"No less than a hundred, and the number continues to increase. They are attacking the Green Zone. "Mobile phone users, please browse m. to read, a better reading experience.