It's a pre-nuclear office.

White walls, vintage-style glass chandeliers, a variety of framed paintings are displayed on the walls, pine cabinets, exquisite and ornate costumes, and a dazzling array of artworks. In the inner room, against the wall, is a red oak desk full of classical atmosphere, a Toei katana is placed on the table as a collection, and next to the katana, a slightly formal computer, printer, and mobile phone embedded in the table. Not far from the desk is a slightly low spruce wood coffee table, a set of chess quietly placed in a black and white chessboard on the coffee table, and in the white porcelain cup next to the chessboard, half of the coffee has already cooled.

Unlike the primitive crudeness of the tribe, and unlike the simplicity and monotony of the ark, if Trist was here, he would almost mistakenly think that he had returned to his previous life.

Next to the coffee table, a stand hangs an unfinished oil painting, the owner of the office, the leader of the mountain people, President Dante Wallace, who is concentrating on finishing the painting in his hand.

As if thinking of something, President Wallace stopped his brush, frowned slightly, and then his brow stretched out and added another stroke.

"Knock Knock"

"Please come in"

A knock on the door interrupted the old man's train of thought, and he turned his head to look at the black guard at the door, "What's wrong?" Ricky? ”

"Sir, let me remind you of the meeting at nine o'clock in the afternoon," replied the black guard scrutinously.

"Okay, thank you, Richie", the old white man seems to have made a decision, sketching the final stroke in the picture, "You know, people are old and tend to forget".

"Please don't do that, sir, it is you and your family who have led us through this", the black guard said in a hurried tone, and it was clear that this was his sincere words, "we are still waiting for you to lead us back to the ground......

President Wallace smiled at the young guard soothingly, put on the suit on the chair next to him, "Thank you, thank you for your support, Richie", and the old president looked serious, "Don't be presumptuous, I'm old, and our future is in you young people."

"One day, we will overcome the radiation, return to the surface, and breathe freely in the sun", the old man patted Richie on the shoulder.

'The old president's words are still so encouraging,' the black guy held his head high, as if under scrutiny.

As he stepped out of the brightly lit room, Wallace was gradually engulfed in the darkness of the corridor, 'even if we slaughtered our fellow human beings, carried our sins, and had blood on our hands.'

Looking at the departing back of President Wallace, the black guard Richie was a little confused, and then, as if he had suddenly thought of something, he sorted out the paint scattered on the old president's desk.

In front of him, there was the old man's freshly finished painting, in which the sun was shining on the canvas, and the mountain people who no longer needed heavy radiation protection suits were sitting on the grass holding the hands of the tribesmen, and the flowers were blooming......

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"I'm sorry, guys, I'm late."

The door to the conference room was pushed open by a pair of paint-stained old hands, and President Wallace, dressed in a suit and tie, walked to the main seat.

The people in the room then stood up and greeted their beloved leader.

"Everyone, please take a seat", looking at the heads of various departments in the conference room, the old President Wallace said slowly.

As everyone took their seats, the meeting got to the point.

"First of all, Lieutenant Locke will report his findings," William Jr., the chief of the guard on the side, was the first to speak under his father's slight bow.

William, the 29-year-old only son of President Wallace Sr., is the head of the guard and the expected next president, and has begun to help his aging father with his day-to-day affairs.

As William pressed the button on the table, a dozen seconds later, Lieutenant Locke cautiously walked into the room with a vacuum glass box in his hand.

Inside the box, there was a stun baton left by Trist.

“...... This stun baton is the ...... I found in the forest of G09 District", Lieutenant Locke, a man in his forties, appeared to be experienced and shrewd, and he succinctly explained the location where the stun baton was found and the surrounding terrain, and then analyzed.

"The new livery, the pre-nuclear war look, not like the pre-nuclear relics that the tribesmen dug up from the ruins, more like ......" After a moment of hesitation, Lieutenant Locke decided to speak his judgment, "This stun baton, more like ...... It's more like standard equipment......"

Thirty years after the death of the genius female scientist Becca, with a loud bang, the survivors of the Meteorological Mountain Shelter exploded the ruins and rockfalls that blocked the Meteorological Mountain, wearing heavy protective clothing, they were surprised to find that there were survivors on the surface, and they perfectly resisted the radiation, and the desire to return to the ground made the mountain people ignore the fact that the tribesmen were also humans, they captured the tribesmen, continued to conduct human experiments, and relied on scientific and technological suppression, and successfully established a great reputation among the surface tribesmen, and were called "Heida", that is, the messenger of deathThus began the sixty-year-long confrontation between the tribesmen and the hillmen.

The mountaineers take the meteorological mountain shelter as the core, and the patrol area is divided into a 200-kilometer radius, patrolling at different times, and cooperating with the radar of the base to deal with the possible threat of surface people.

As for the satellites before the nuclear war, they have not been able to control them, thinking that they have been destroyed and lost contact, but in fact they are controlled by the culprit of the nuclear war, the artificial intelligence AI Ellie.

In the conference room, everyone exchanged ears and talked about it.

"This is not the style of our production", the head of the logistics department responded first.

"We patrols never bring this with us when we go out on patrol", William shook his head, "This thing is useless to surface people, they are not afraid of pain, they will only fight with you, it is better to bring more guns with one"

"I have an idea," said the person in charge of the radar monitoring station at the end, noticing a circle of people around him looking at him, the usually small, transparent, chubby technician, took out a tissue and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Don't worry", Wallace's kind smile eased his nervousness, "speak slowly".

"That's, it was about seven months ago, we detected a UFO approaching", the person in charge of the radar monitoring station exhaled deeply, "At first, we almost thought it was a missile, because its speed was a little strange, and the deceleration after entering the atmosphere was a bit large", (that was because the ballistic missile would open the deceleration parachute before landing), "but later, we felt that there might be a problem with the radar, it should be a meteorite, you know...... To know...... The radar of our meteorological mountain has long passed its service life, and it is normal to produce some errors......"

"You mean, aliens came to Earth with such a low stun baton?" A high-pitched and sharp female voice was inserted, it was Dr. Qing, the medical director, who raised her eyebrows at William Jr., the head of the guard next to her, her eyes were full of teasing, "Then the patrol team has to work harder, I may be able to dissect aliens in my life!" ”

This is a woman who wears a loose white coat out of a sexy bodysuit, with Mexican-American wheat-colored skin, she has wavy curly hair and a good face, but she usually disdains most people and always squints at people, which makes her Danfeng eyes have a little more mean taste and damages her overall appearance.

“...... Hehe...... Hehehe......"

At this moment, the medical director of the mountain people, Dr. Haru, seemed to have found something funny in the words of the head of the radar station, and giggled.

Half-loud, no one responded, including the little lover William, and Dr. Qing, who felt out of shape, stopped smiling, "I'm just joking to ease the atmosphere...... Hey...... Hey ......"

President Wallace turned a blind eye, and aside from his character, Dr. Haru was a potion genius among the mountain people, so most of the time, President Wallace could only indulge this prospective daughter-in-law.

The old president spoke slowly, "Before the nuclear war, Asia and other powerful countries all built space stations, which were well stocked, combined with the legends of the Sky People spread by the tribal captives, plus this electric shock baton that obviously can't be made by surface people, therefore, I suspect that there are survivors on the space station in outer space......"

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