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Chapter 9: Mire (8)

Due to the lack of use value, they can only find food trucks to beg for food by themselves, and cannot hold the volunteers' laps.After seeing Suo Zhongwu, some people trembled with fright, and others showed greedy eyes, wanting to learn from this new face, and rushed to the roof to hitchhiker.

But Suo Zhongwu didn't plan to find a traveling companion, and the narrow roof couldn't squeeze out the second seat. No matter who leaned up, his response method was to show off the Taser and drive away like a dog.

"I have serious things to do," he used this line to terrorize homeless people along the way:

"When I'm done, I will definitely come back to support you. But it's still very early now. I will concentrate on bringing the meal and leave as soon as I finish eating!"

The nomads reacted differently to him, some spitting and cursing at him.However, the heads of the third group of homeless people are very interesting. He first raised his hands to express his lack of hostility, and then raised his bald head, and asked Suo Zhongwu curiously:

"What a serious matter, big man? Can I join the group too"

"Yes. You can all join the group, but I have to do me a favor next." Suo Zhongwu sat on the thick cold steel plate, feeling proud of the spring breeze, and even the opponent's caries became pleasing to the eye:

"Wait, there will be big news right away. When that happens, remember to help me spread the message. Just one sentence, spread it as far away as possible: starting today, Port Rye has officially changed!"

The lepery smiled politely, said casually "Good luck", and then drew away like a madman.His companions made ridicules, and some people even deliberately took off their hats, ironically calling Suo Zhongwu "Lord Lord".

The food truck was very quiet, so I wouldn't comment on this, and he completely ignored Suo Zhongwu during the subsequent journey.It is no longer swaying, nor intentionally turning, but driving along Hubble Street all the way to the cargo port with the maximum power that the electric engine can reach.

This long area surrounded by concrete walls is the only vibrant place in Rye Port.A long distance away, you can hear the dull whistle. Bulk cargo ships and container cargo ships are like giant whales, slowly driving into the big puddle surrounded by the breakwater, the masts pierced into the clouds, just like after a large-scale bombing. The remaining charred tree trunks.

This place is the little brother of New York Harbor, sandwiched between the Great Captain's Island and the coast.Suo Zhongwu checked the XX encyclopedia with his mobile phone and found that Rye Port is one of the countless diversion ports built in the past 100 years. Basically, it just can't vomit, and what it does is loading and unloading imported goods.No way, super cities are expanding every day. Even if food and drinking water can be solved with local products, daily consumer goods are a bottomless pit that can never be filled by North America and can only be imported from that industrial country.

If it is a port in the 21st century, foreign laborers like Suo Zhongwu can probably still find jobs such as carrying large items and driving forklifts.However, the unemployment rate in the 24th century was terrifying, and the loading and unloading process was extremely automated. Not to mention ship unloaders and cranes, which are repetitive labor machines. Even tugboats are basically unmanned, leaving at most a few maintenance engineers to handle things. .

Suo Zhongwu neither has a diploma in engineering, nor has he installed any prostheses. Even temporary workers who apply for postal parcels will be blasted away by the foreman.According to the data he searched, in New York City, there are an average of 20 unemployed people competing for a job. Those who are not lucky will fall into the "open-air palace", and those who are lucky ——

Standing in the corner of the separation wall with a sad face, watching the unmanned food truck slowly approach.

Far away, Suo Zhongwu saw this group of unemployed.He counted carefully and found that there were 25 people waiting in front, at least two-thirds of them were wearing modified limbs.There were a few people carrying large colorful plastic bags, and at first glance they wanted to pick up waste products part-time, and a few people were wearing jeans with suspenders, like blue-collar identities who were reluctant to bear the past.An old black man with the deepest degree of transformation was holding his rusty prosthetic hand with a worried face. He didn't know if he wanted to borrow money for repairs or just unload it and sell it.

There were three, no, four "registered volunteers" staring at them.Just as Suo Zhongwu had guessed before, the volunteers all brought weapons to work, and they weren't just daggers and so on. They were all serious spears and short guns:

At both ends of the unemployed team, each experienced one person holding an AR-290 semi-automatic carbine, with the index finger attached to the trigger guard decently; on the side of the team, another "volunteer" walked patrolling, except for the pump-action shotgun on her back , There is a long farm pig-driving stick in his hand, with blue electric sparks on the pointed end.

As for the leader of this group, he leaned sloppily against the wall and lied on the ground with his heels.Two chrome-plated dot 45-caliber antique pistols, one left and the other inserted around his waist, can see dazzling flashes from far away.Compared with the street gangs in Harrisburg, the weapons of this gang are obviously superior to that of one dimension, no matter the exterior decoration or the retail price.

Of course, the sword of light is not enough, and the shield must keep up.Township gangs such as the "Sacred Arrow" are far behind the trend in this respect, so the daily fire is not at all high-grade, and they are seriously injured or even killed at every turn.

The "social people" in Port Rye will not encounter similar problems.Although there is no fully enclosed riot armor of the SWAT team, the four registered volunteers have also obtained the most high-end protective gear on eBay.Except for the team leader, the other three are wearing ninth-generation FAST helmets. The lady patrolling on foot has replaced the left ear module with a day and night photoelectric sighting system. wind;

Bulletproof breastplate with individual carrying equipment, one for four persons.The team leader also added a lobster shell-style armor skirt, and the digital camouflage for street fighting will look tall.Shoulder pads, knee pads, throat pads and other components are also fully equipped. If you shoot across the street with a hostile gang, it will not be a problem to hold them for half an hour in the absence of general-purpose machine guns and grenades.

Walking on the street wearing these equipment is of course very cool.However, Suo Zhongwu is more eye-catching than them, especially when he stands on the roof of the car and greets the crowd warmly."Hey, friend!" He waved his hand happily, giving full play to the former scout's acting skills:

"I'm here to join! From now on, I will be on the same road with you!"

The leader jumped up from the ground and spit the gum from his mouth to the ground."What kind of shameless ash, stop for me-hey, wait a minute, don't be busy with guns!" He turned his head and yelled at his men:

"Didi, Red Six, be optimistic about the group of cans, don't let people run away! Hard shell, hard shell! Come over and help, stop this... this guy!"