Chapter 330: The Child and the Father

Calapé is moving into his command center, the only underground building under his control, which houses the vast majority of his armed forces and is his command center. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

His face was a little gloomy, and just now, after the black extreme mutant flew up from the ground, he gave several orders in a row, some of which were extremely pointed, and some of which were even for Anatoly as he called it.

That extreme mutant is not as aggressive as expected, and it always needs to use some more means.

Of course, the place he chose as the command center could not be as low-end as Vladimir, in fact, in a short period of time, this place has almost been turned into a huge underground military base, and if you don't walk in from the outside, you will even have the illusion that you are standing on top of an ultra-modern sci-fi ship.

But this is the city of a thousand tops, and this is the underground refuge of Carapeso.

He walked through the special passage into the corridor, which was flanked by bright strip lights, and after giving the order, most of the people around him were sent away.

Carape hesitated slightly, not returning to the command center hall he was most willing to go to, which was full of surveillance screens, although it often gave him a sense of power.

But the appearance of the black extreme mutant still made him vigilant in the end.

So after a brief hesitation, he took another fork in the road.

It was still a long corridor with strip lights, along which Carape went all the way until he stopped at the door of a room.

He hesitated slightly, and slowly pushed the door open, and behind the door was a huge ward, almost a hundred meters in size, with all kinds of functional equipment and furniture, if it were not for the middle of a hospital bed full of various instruments, it almost gave people the illusion that this was a high-end hotel.

But this was the place where Carape's father was recuperating.

That man is only in his sixties this year, and his body is definitely the kind of tough one, otherwise he would not have the ability to quickly pull up such a huge organization in the apocalypse.

But now his father is as old as he is eighty.

Carape was well aware of his father's condition, the old man was instrumental in most of his body's functions, and his consciousness was unawake for most of the day.

Carapeso was really afraid that the old man would still be unconscious when he came here.

-- He had just walked along the long corridor, and the hesitation in his heart turned into a desire for knowledge.

The young commander wanted to ask his father for help.

He had a vague hunch that the arrival of the extreme mutant that could break through the sound barrier would bring great changes to the City of a Thousand Peaks, which had been stable for many days.

How to deal with a monster that can break through the sound barrier with the existing military armament is a difficult proposition that Carape throws directly to his tactics department.

In fact, Carape's military qualities and personal combat abilities were not even comparable to those of a real warrior, but he learned something useful from his father.

As long as a good leader can win people's hearts, nothing else is meaningless.

Carape holds this sentence as a wise saying.

And his father has always been the object of his admiration.

That's why he wanted to explain the matter to his father in the first place, and of course, Carapé had a little other idea - maybe his father knew what the relics were.

Seeing the young man open the door and come in, the medical staff in the room who had been working all day withdrew with interest under the signal of his eyes.

Carapé was quite pleased with the beautiful nurse's ability to read words, but another important tool of the leader was to remain quiet.

Therefore, the young and handsome commander simply nodded at the other man, with neither appreciation nor other emotions on his face.

Still, the little nurse was a little excited, and her little heart was beating non-stop, and she withdrew from the room behind Carape like a white rabbit.

And the moment the woman opened the door, Carape felt a gust of wind howling in.

At that moment, he was a little strange, where did the wind come from underground?

He didn't think much of it, and attributed the problem to the illusion of cold, damp air underground.

The door was carefully closed by the little nurse.

Carapeso breathed a sigh of relief, he only showed a weaker side when facing his father, and on the outside, any lack of will would be seen as a sign of weakness and bullying.

To his little delight, his father was now in a state of soberness.

The old man who looked like he was eighty or ninety years old couldn't do most of his body, only his head could barely make some subtle movements, and he was obviously aware of his son's arrival, and turned his head slightly, his slightly cloudy eyes looking directly at Carape.

It's a little scary, and Carape puts it down to the old man's twilight.

He came to the old man's side, sat down in the place where the little nurse had been sitting before, and reached out to squeeze his father's hand as he had done every time.

The old man was speechless, and his eyes didn't seem to be focused on his child, but only at a wall.

Carape remembered that the old man had not been in this habit the last time he had visited, and he cast a glance at the wall the old man was looking at, but there was nothing unusual there.

He sighed again in his heart, he really didn't want his father to leave him, but judging from the current signs, this old man was really dying.

Calape sighed in his heart for a while, and then slowly opened his mouth, telling out his own speculations about the black extreme mutant he encountered today, at this time, he was not like a leader of a powerful force among the many survivors in the City of a Thousand Peaks, but like a child asking for help.

The old man couldn't respond, but the young man knew his father was listening.

He talked a lot, and also mentioned his plan to bring trouble to Anatoly, who was a rather short-tempered person, whose family had died at the hands of the Death Worm, and who hated mutants, so the arrival of the black extreme mutant would have been met with a rather cold attitude.

The man he sent out was the necessary fuse to turn the cold into the flames of war, and he believed in the abilities of his men.

The only thing that worried him a little was that with the speed of the mutant, the people he sent might not be able to arrive in time.

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(To be continued.) )