The Holy Shield system was about to be repaired. As the council building announced the specific time for the activation of the Holy Shield, the streets and alleys of the Sixth Street were decorated with lanterns, and everywhere was filled with a festive atmosphere.
For the survivors of Wanghai, the Holy Shield was not only a shield that isolated them from the wasteland, but also a flag. Especially for those who had lived here and witnessed the prosperous and great era, the Holy Shield was particularly sacred in their minds.
Repairing the Holy Shield.
There was the possibility of restoring order.
Coinciding with the completion of the fourth Garden of Eden, Celestial Trade lowered the price of agricultural products for the second time in a year. The purchasing power of credits continued to strengthen, and the prices of goods in major stores also decreased. The smiles on the faces of the survivors living in the Sixth Street also became more fulfilling.
From the perspective of enriching the spiritual and cultural construction of the people on the wasteland, the council building, which had an endless amount of funds, simply took this great opportunity to announce that the day of the activation of the Holy Shield would be the Holy Shield Day, and stipulated that the council would host a large-scale celebration at this time every year.
To add to the celebration, the North American colony just sent more than ten tons of newly produced white crab sauce to the Sixth Street, as well as a poster of the colony.
According to the description of sailors returning from North America, on the wasteland of North America, a few boxes of canned fresh meat, which were no longer rare in the Sixth Street, could be exchanged for a blonde foreign girl, and a pack of cigarettes could buy a girl's first night …
Although it was an exaggeration, it had to be said that the more primitive the desire, the more it aroused people's initiative. On the day that the white crab sauce was on sale in the Sixth Street, there was a long line at the door of the colonist registration point.
Any citizen of any level with a household registration issued by the NAC military government could register as a glorious colonist at the colonist registration point. The military government promised to arrange jobs for the colonists, reimburse the colonists for their shipping expenses, and provide a monthly subsidy of 50-100 credits for five years based on the colonist's citizenship level.
At the port of Wanghai, the elevator was lifting containers onto the freighter.
The sailors on the deck smoked listlessly because they were about to set sail and were destined to miss a grand celebration.
"Don't you want to wait until the celebration is over? It is said that the 'Arrogant Girl' will sing on stage. If I remember correctly, the lead singer of the band is your goddess. "
"No." Dragging the suitcase, Han Yue shook his head and looked in the direction of the port with a trace of fascination in his eyes. "When I make a name for myself, I'll go find her."
Song Zhongwei sighed, reached out his hand, and patted his good friend's shoulder. He said in an encouraging tone, "It's good to have dreams. The world has become like this, you should have some dreams."
Fate was such a strange thing. Before the apocalypse, the two of them did not know each other. Song Zhongwei was a third-rate singer who dabbled in music, and Han Yue was a bank security guard. The two of them lived in parallel circles. If they had not been lying in two adjacent hibernation chambers, they would not have known each other's names.
When they woke up in a fallout shelter and were told by NAC soldiers in kinetic skeletons that it was the twentieth year of the apocalypse, they spent a full year to adapt to the new order of the world and tried to accept the devastated city in front of them.
It was at that time that the two of them became friends.
"What about your dreams?"
"Lie in the hibernation chamber and sleep," Song Zhongwei rolled his eyes, "Wake up two hundred years later and become a nostalgic singer."
"Retro, haha."
They laughed and punched each other's chests. The two looked at each other and smiled.
Song Zhongwei grinned, looked at Han Yue, and said seriously.
"Be careful, I heard people say that the situation there is much more complicated than here. In addition to crystals and horses, there are mutated humans and cannibal tribes. "
"Risk and opportunity coexist. I will make myself live." Trying to make his tone sound relaxed, Han Yue paused for a moment, looked at the freighter that began to sound the whistle, and suddenly smiled. "Just drop me off here."
"You," Song Zhongwei kicked his butt, and his tone was a little sad, "The ship is about to leave, get out of here. Don't forget, you still owe me a meal. "
"Haha, I owe you a lot of things!"
Han Yue patted his butt and walked in the direction of the freighter with his suitcase.
…
The whistle sounded three times and said goodbye to the people on the shore.
After leaving the port of Wanghai, the NAC freighter, escorted by two warships, headed north along the edge of the Eurasian continent. It passed through the Bering Strait, bypassed the Golden Waterway outside Alaska, traveled south along the North American continent, and finally arrived at the port established by NAC in California …
After less than half a month of sailing, Han Yue, standing on the deck, finally saw the long-lost coastline.
This was the legendary North America.
He had been here before the war as a tourist.
However, at this moment, standing here and looking at the city of Los Angeles in the distance, there was no trace of the past. Most of the Hollywood Hills had been shaved off, and the villas that once stood there were now only bare hills.
Just as Han Yue tried to recall the original voice and smile of the city, a rough voice came from behind. As the other colonists on the deck turned their heads in unison, they saw the unshaven captain at the entrance of the cabin, whom they had only seen once when they boarded the ship.
"We're here. In front of us is California. It used to be called Los Angeles, but it doesn't make any difference now."
"This place is different from the Sixth Street. Out of the muzzle of NAC, this is the land of barbarians. There is no order here, even if it is a settlement of survivors. I hope that after you get off the ship, you can point your guns at the same time. This place is probably like Wanghai a few years ago. Survivors are more dangerous than Death Claws. Instead of being caught by mutated humans, it is better to shoot yourself in the head. But I think this nonsense is equivalent to fart for most of you. "
On the deck, the captain snorted, took out a poor-quality cigar from his pocket, blew out a turbid smoke ring, and looked at the vaguely visible port. "I admit that this place is full of opportunities. A box of canned meat can be exchanged for what you want, but I advise you to be more careful. Before enjoying life, you must first do everything possible to save your life."
The whistle sounded three times, and the ship approached the port.
The freighter was getting closer and closer to the port.
At this moment, the captain, who was smoking on the deck, suddenly noticed something was wrong.
The port was too quiet!
In the past, every time he brought in goods from the Sixth Street, it would make the people in the colony rejoice for a while. Especially the pine nut wine, some alcoholics would even wrap themselves in a quilt and sleep by the port for an entire night just to exchange crystals or other shiny things with the sailors in front of everyone to leave a bottle of pine nut wine in the kitchen or in the warehouse.
Anything with alcohol sold well in the colony.
However, at this moment, not to mention the alcoholics wrapped in quilts, even the workers at the port were nowhere to be seen.
"Wait." The bearded captain frowned slightly, took out the binoculars from his pocket, and aimed in the direction of the port. His eyebrows were tightly locked together, and the corners of his dry mouth opened and closed slightly. He whispered, "Something is wrong in front …"
Han Yue didn't notice anything unnatural. He stood on the deck and felt a trace of coldness enter his collar through the north wind.
He shuddered, tightened his collar, and put his hand into the pocket of his trench coat. He touched a pendant, and a trace of warmth rose in his heart.
He had bought that pendant from a street vendor selling souvenirs at a concert. It was before the war. He didn't expect the world to change, the rules to change, and everything to change except for her. Compared to Song Zhongwei, who had lost everything, he felt that he was lucky.
"Arrogant Girl" was still holding a concert, although the drummer and stage were changed …
Looking at the quiet harbor, it suddenly occurred to him that he should have brought two more winter clothes for this trip.
This was the colony.
There was no Holy Shield to protect him from the wind and rain …
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
