Rise of the Wasteland

Masses were opened in other people's homes, and the atmosphere was sadness, compassion, and redemption. The Mass sponsored by Uncle Zhou is a happy party. The priest of the Mormon Church also reminded him if he should reflect the subject of suffering, but Uncle Zhou blocked it with a word ...

"We don't lack suffering, we lack happiness."

Therefore, on the huge virtual screen on the sea, you can see His Excellency talking about hope, dreams and the future, and talking about some very secular topics. For those who have been fed up with eschatology, talk about how the future will be better to attract people.

Through the portholes of the bridge, Zhou Qingfeng was also watching Mass broadcast live. There are drones in the air for aerial photography, and the image effect is very clear. When the hours of mass reached the end, with countless fireworks rising from the sea, Zhou Qingfeng keenly noticed that there were fewer people around the saint.

"Eileen, where has our President Franklin gone?" Zhou Qingfeng grabbed the walkie-talkie and asked.

The twin sisters were responsible for monitoring the entire scene at the top of the island. Erin answered with a telescope, "Wen Tianyu just reported that Franklin left after giving his speech. He said he still has other work, and he will do the rest Vice President Rutherford. "

"But I didn't see Rutherford."

"He also seems to say that he is unwell and wants to return to the bridge lounge."

Zhou Qingfeng looked around the bridge lounge where he was alone and shook his head slightly. "The old man didn't return to the lounge, I guess he wanted to run."

In Zhou Qingfeng's speculation, no matter what the secret opponents do, they will inevitably withdraw before destroying them. Rutherford, as vice chairman, is not low in status, and will definitely not stay on the aircraft carrier waiting for bad luck.

Lack of information made Zhou Qingfeng unable to arrange ahead of time, but no matter how the enemy changed, he grabbed a bit of death-when the enemy leader is leaving, it is when the opponent wants to act.

"Stupid dog, go to the helicopter area. The old man in a wheelchair is about to run." Zhou Qingfeng jumped up from his seat. And before he moved, 'dog meat' lying at his feet had taken the lead out of the bridge lounge.

At this moment in Baanbridge Island, seven or eight kilometers away from Elliott Bay, the big island across the bay from downtown Seattle. Several heavy military trucks drove over the sandy beach by the bay.

In order to enhance off-road capabilities, the tires of these trucks are particularly thick and the car body is very tall, even with protective armor. One of the military trucks turned on the beach breakwater with the lights on. After stopping, its rectangular carriage suddenly lifted and turned ninety degrees.

The truck's cab opened, and Dania in high boots jumped. She can see the huge screen being broadcast on Elliott Bay from a distance without using a telescope, and a group of children's choir is playing on a virtual projection of two or three hundred meters high.

"It's spectacular. That's what you can do with power and resources." Dania pouted and sneered: "But then the people on the aircraft carrier should scream, I hope I won't scare them too much."

The convoy continued to jump down one by one with strong actions. They began to operate various equipment on the convoy and adjust the heavy truck with a rectangular compartment. Dania asked the chief: "Should you hit only those police ships at sea next?"

In order to protect the four aircraft carriers, a number of cordon lines were placed on Elliott Bay. Among them, more than a dozen police vessels, large and small, are constantly patrolling the sea.

The team leader was directing several other trucks close to the beach breakwater. He held a telescope and glanced at the dark sea, saying, "We will destroy several large maritime police ships to cause chaos, and at the same time to the aircraft carrier Attack. Fire two each carrier to ensure a hit. "

"Can make 100,000 tons of aircraft carriers lose combat value?" Dania didn't understand the power of weapons very well.

The team leader sneered sneerly: "A single hit is enough to destroy the keel. The damaged aircraft carrier does not need to be repaired and can only dismantle scrap iron."

"It sounds very cool. How long does it take to complete the arrangement?" Dania asked.

"Half an hour is enough," said the team leader.

Dania looked at his watch and nodded.

At this time, Vice President Rutherford, who was being pushed by a wheelchair, was looking at his watch with his sleeves open. The time for the agreed operation was approaching, and he had to leave the aircraft carrier as the place of mass. The reason was ready-made-he was too old and had limited energy, and it turned out that he was born just before the attack.

"Hurry up," Rutherford urged. "That little **** may be launched ahead of time. She may not care about my life."

Rutherford also has more than a dozen bodyguards with guns. These are his personal close friends, who are fed by his money and are absolutely loyal to him. These people usually rely on Rutherford's power to run freely within the Freemasonry, and no one can stop it.

And there are always people who do n’t eat this set. When these guys with black sunglasses, black suits and short-barreled assault rifles crossed the lively aircraft carrier deck and came to the stern ...

"Stop, you are forbidden to approach." Tall and ugly mutant heads stood in front of several helicopters. When Marcos saw Vice President Rutherford in a wheelchair, his festering mouth opened his horrible smile.

Knowing that things might change, Zhou Qingfeng could not fail to take precautions. He had sent Marco Shi to stay in the helicopter area at the end of the aircraft carrier. Everyone could take a helicopter to leave, except Vice President Rutherford.

Seeing a group of mutants blocking their way, Rutherford and his team were shocked. The bodyguards didn't expect this to happen. For others, they could rely on power or force to fight it. Mutants do not eat this set-they have no strong people and no guns.

Rutherford's assistant stepped forward to identify himself. However, looking at the pretending to be a calm vice-chairman in a wheelchair, Marco Shi said in a sigh of relief: "Sorry, my chief asked me to wait for His Excellency the Vice-chairman. He immediately rushed over, and wanted to ask a question or two."

In the face of a mutant like a barbarian ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ others dare not speak. Rutherford can only push the wheelchair forward himself, and he is not humble or humble but also authoritatively said: "Please tell His Excellency the Hugo Army Commander, if there is any problem, please wait tomorrow. I am tired, please do not embarrass an elderly man in a wheelchair . "

To others, this may work. But no matter what the other party says, mutants are not birds. Either win them, or you have to follow their command line and say everything else is nonsense. Marco sneered and sneered so rudely that Rutherford's hair was straight.

After a while, 'dog meat' ran over from behind. The stupid dog ran around Rutherford and his party, finally baring steel teeth and barking at the old man for a long time. Now everyone knows that Zhou Qingfeng has a mechanical dog. When he sees 'dog meat', he sees the head of the army.

In this case, Rutherford knew he was going to suffer. He immediately ordered a change of direction-leaving not only a convenient helicopter but also a ferry on the side of the ship. The people on the aircraft carrier came by ferry.

But when the old man turned around, Victor Hugo, the captain of the grinning grin, followed. Uncle Zhou asked like a cat and a mouse: "Lord Rutherford, I'm looking for you. Are you sure you don't mind answering a few questions?"

The two eyes stared at each other, and Vice Chairman Rutherford felt that he could not escape.