As the fifth largest city in the United States, Philadelphia was also bombed by a nuclear bomb, and the whole city was scorched black. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 InfoHarris Sr. remembers entering Philadelphia three months ago, littered with rubble and charred remains, and three months later it was still like this.

Considering that Washington was about to be cleaned up by mutants, and that the rulers of Philadelphia still hadn't done anything, Harris Sr. felt lucky to escape from a sinking wrecked ship for the first time.

Philadelphia's current population is less than half a million, with dilapidated roads and a depressed market. The rulers had not provided effective relief at all, and many of the people who had gathered were fleeing, and the first thing that came to mind when Harris Sr. drove back was to go to the Philadelphia refinery and get some useful men.

Philadelphia has a large refinery that processes more than 300,000 barrels of crude oil per day, a subsidiary of Delta Air Lines, and this refinery supplies 80 percent of the fuel used by Delta Air Lines on its domestic routes. But when Harris Sr. arrived, he found that the refinery had been blown up.

On the site of the refinery, there are quite a few people picking up rubbish, disassembling some useful pipes and storage tanks and transporting them away. To be honest, Old Harris had never cared about the people here in the past, but today he found that the people here seemed to have a somewhat familiar feeling.

How can these guys be so similar to the gang of mutants in Washington, they will tear down whatever they catch!

Harris Sr. walked over to some of the demolition workers, and he immediately confirmed that he had met an accomplice just by looking at the food they were holding—the guys were holding a mushy protein powder that only the Washington gang could provide.

"Hi ......, can I ask about the situation? Don't worry, I'm not malicious. As old Harris approached, the workers on the opposite side pulled out their weapons one by one. He raised his hands and signaled that he was harmless, "I have a pack of 'Supreme' brand cigarettes in my pocket, maybe it can bring us closer." ”

Seeing that old Harris was driving with a dozen people, the armed workers did not let him get too close, and the leader shouted: "Throw the cigarette over, I think we can talk to you for a few words." ”

Whiteboard packaging, the simple LOGO of the 'Supreme' cigarettes are now wasteland hard currency, and the old Harris is also receiving the newbie benefits before getting such a pack. When he threw it out, he felt quite distressed.

After taking the cigarette and unpacking it, the foreman suddenly smiled: "You are also a member of the 'Aurora Army', right?" ”

"Why do you say that? Do I have a label on my face? Old Harris was puzzled.

The foreman distributed the cigarette to the workers around him, took out a lighter and took a few puffs, and said with a smile: "This good thing can only be provided by the people of the 'Aurora Legion' now, I have encountered it before." ”

"Before? You're saying that people from the Legion have been here before? "Harriston Sr. was a little nervous.

The foreman and several of the workers burst out laughing, and he said in a somewhat mocking tone, "Sir, you are late. This place has been looted once by the Legion's D-Team, and we were hired by them to disassemble the equipment. ”

......, you can be late!

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

"Look where, over there." The foreman pointed to a dilapidated house 100 meters from the ruins of the refinery, "Where did Team D set up a shelter, and they specially sent all kinds of people related to oil refining away. Every day someone tries their luck. ”

"Nobody cares?" Harriston Sr. was stunned, he still felt that his actions were secret, and he knew that his companion and rival had already been openly active.

"Who cares?" The foreman raised the cigarette he lit in his hand and said with a smile: "No one will stop it at all, Team D came more than half a month ago." They recruited a lot of people to work with food, and we are grateful for that. It is because of the work that we can have enough to eat. ”

As he spoke, there was a burst of laughter from the dilapidated building in charge of containment, and a dozen men and women stepped out of it, carrying a few of their poor luggage onto a cart. Seeing these people coming out, the foreman stood up and raised his hands and shouted, "Hey! Did you get your visa? ”

"Yes, we got it. Thank God we all got it. When a dozen men and women heard the shouting, they all shouted in response. The happy smiling face was as if he had finally boarded Noah's Ark before the flood came.

"Lucky guys, congratulations!" The foreman shouted again, and the men and women on the opposite side also shouted their joy. They just laughed and got into the car, and then walked away.

But when the laughter and the sound of the car are gone, it is indeed full of sadness and melancholy. The foreman took a sharp puff on his cigarette and sighed, "Now just a 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 Army' to have a small chance of getting a visa. I really don't know how long I can do my current job? In the event that the Legion withdraws, we will be in despair again. ”

If you don't work, you have no food, and when you finish your work, Harris Sr. sympathizes deeply with the condition of these workers in front of him, and at the same time rejoices that he can easily send his son to Havana. In this world, no one can live easily.

"In addition to the refinery, where else can I get professional technicians?" Old Harris was now worried that his companion had left him with nothing.

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 as soon as possible." They stole all the best men and supplies in the army.

Team C took control of Philadelphia's power supply system, and they also transported a large number of people and supplies related to the power supply. Team D was at the refinery, Team F took control of the chemical plant, and the situation with the other teams was unclear. But it's certain that as long as they're alive, they're definitely pulling people around. ”

After smoking a cigarette, the foreman looked at the remaining half pack of cigarettes in his hand, threw it back to old Harris, and said with a wry smile: "Give you back the remaining cigarettes, go and try your luck elsewhere, maybe you can make a fortune too." ”

Taking his cigarette, Harris Sr. watched as the workers finished lunch and began to work again with their tools, while he could only walk out of the scattered ruins of the refinery, and report to his subordinates with a solemn face, "The situation is worse than we thought, and we may need to put in more effort." ”

Harris Sr. led the team out of the refinery ruins and spent another day running through the whole of Philadelphia, only to find that the entire city had been infiltrated by the 'Aurora Army'. It's ridiculous that Commander Simon, who rules here, doesn't know anything about this, and is still worried about the enemy coming to his door.

But this was also a bad situation for Harris Sr., who finally unfolded the digital map on his computer and found himself afraid that he would have to go further to complete the task.

"There's nothing we have to do in Philadelphia, it's someone else's territory, and we have to go a little further if we want to get the job done." Old Harris looked at the map and didn't think for long, "We can only go to New York." (To be continued.) )