Above the sea, a cold wind blows. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info After more than half a year of grayness, the sky is rarely transparent with a soothing tile blue. A thousand-ton passenger and cargo ship is slowly leaving Washington's small port and heading for Havana, thousands of miles away.

On the platform on the back deck were seven or eight teenage children, watching the city slowly disappear into the horizon like adults, until the surrounding scenery was crowded by the sea.

Harris Jr. was also one of the crew who left the ship, and the fifteen-year-old was in his formative years, and the cruelty of the last days made him particularly precocious.

"Hi ......, my name is John. What about you? Another boy reached out and came to say hello.

"My name is Harris." Harris Jr. shook his hand gently.

The boy John immediately called out to several other people around him: "This is Jonny, this is Schultz, this is Zoya, this is Bebeni,......。 ”

A few children introduced each other as friends, they all appeared to be thin, but very smart and active, with unusual sophistication and maturity. After all, the end times will eliminate those who lack the ability to survive independently.

"Harris, what does your father do?" Zoya, with her freckled face, asked, she was one of the few girls among the children. With a stable environment, a nutritious and adequate diet, the hormones of puberty are starting to kick in, and 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 for a moment and said, "He is an employee of the Legion's Ministry of Foreign Affairs. ”

"Oh......." Zoya doesn't know if she understands it or not, but the 'Ministry of Foreign Affairs' sounds pretty lofty, doesn't it? In fact, when the other children heard this word, they were all impressed by little Harris, and felt that this companion, who was a little silent when he got on the boat, was a man with a background.

And under the envious and even respectful gaze of more than a dozen peers, little Harris couldn't help but straighten his back. The young man's vanity was greatly satisfied, and he also felt in his heart that his father was really powerful, and he casually got a very prestigious position.

"My dad was a maintenance worker, he was very hands-on, and he was very good at repairing all kinds of machines. So the corps is willing to issue visas. John, the leader, said with a smile, obviously proud of his father.

"What is a maintenance worker? That's the B-level visa. My dad was a senior communications engineer with a Ph.D., and he used to work for Bell Labs, so we were marked B+ when we registered. Do you know how precious this status is? ”

Seeing that Zoya seemed to be interested in little Harris, a bunch of boys felt very unhappy. Bebeni cried about his father's identity, "I once asked the people in the Legionnaires, and they said that only 1 in 10 refugees get visas, and only 10 out of 10 visas are B+. ”

A bunch of boring little broken kids started to fight for their fathers.

Bebeni continued to shout, "You know what? Only one family member can be brought on board for B- class, two family members can be brought on board for B- class, and only three can be brought for B+. And because Havana will be rebuilding mobile base stations and communication networks, there is an urgent need for talent in this area, so my father made an exception to bring four family members.

After getting the visa, our family got a big gift package. Guess what I found in the pack? Chocolate! Chocolate made from real South American cacao beans. This is a subsistence item that only high-ranking personnel can obtain.

You know? The legion does not engage in the system of equality of everyone, they distinguish classes, those who are able can continue to climb the ladder and can get more resources, while the incompetent can only go to coolies and at most starve to death.

When my father got a B+ rating, I don't know how many people envied us. Since my father also had an extra family member, 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 an enviable luck!

A bunch of little kids had to be silent, and the B++ rank was indeed a talent that received special preferential treatment. Not to mention that the supply of various materials is relatively sufficient, and if you can get a beautiful woman to serve you, you can also see that Bei Beini's father is indeed taking advantage of it.

Zoya has set her sights on Bebeni, as if she is considering whether the son of a Foreign Ministry employee is more promising, or a B++ family has more potential. This is the way to survive in the last days, and even teenage children know that they have to join forces.

Harris Jr. was indifferent to this, he had no rank at all. He was able to get on board because his father was desperate enough to be favored by Foreign Minister Clooney, who was eager to form a foreign operations team.

Just seeing that Bebeni's toes are arrogant, little Harris couldn't help but mock: "Havana is now seriously imbalanced in the ratio of men and women, as long as women can prove that they are not too bad, they can board the ship." How bad is your stepmother to be able to get a visa on her own? ”

This is very reasonable, just look at the only one girl in the few children, Zoya, to know the current scarcity of women. In order to alleviate the internal contradiction between the number of men and women, the 'Aurora Army' has spent a huge amount of resources.

The other children who were being suppressed by the hierarchy immediately laughed and made Bebeni's face flush. He kept emphasizing that his stepmother's appearance and figure were impeccable, and there were absolutely no flaws.

After successfully regaining momentum, Harris Jr. felt that the kind of fighting father in front of him was a little too boring. Someone else's mom and dad are on this boat to Havana anyway, while his dad is still in Washington and desperate.

"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 told her a lot after boarding the ship, using her gender advantage to listen to more news and obtain more benefits is one of them.

"My father is a direct subordinate of Foreign Minister Mr. Clooney, and it is inconvenient to disclose his specific position." Harris Jr. couldn't resist Zoya's 'enchanting human' spell, but he didn't say that his dad was a bitter captain, but tried to glorify the rhetoric as much as possible.

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

There is a shortage of doctors everywhere, and we would have a good life in the New Jersey Brotherhood. But my father still felt that New Jersey was not safe. He always said he was going to New York, and he thought that New York's David. Commander Lawrence is even stronger.

However, my father changed his mind when he found out that the Aurora Army was selling a large number of medicines on the black market, and he said that there were still reserves of medicines and even the power to sell them that was worth his refuge.

And when I boarded the ship, I felt that I was right, and the food supply here was much more abundant than in New Jersey. And I like the policy of dividing the class into the legion, and the good people should live the life of the people. So we're all lucky, right? ”

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