War Lord

Zero spent the night in the utility room, accompanied by only the miniature automatic machine gun he carried with him, and the cold ground.

He was identified as an incapacitated person, and for the Z7 base, there was no extra room for ordinary people like him. Zero has no objection to this arrangement, but even the rough ground that has not been water-milled makes it difficult for people to sleep comfortably.

He couldn't sleep, his surface was as cold as a lone wolf. But inwardly, she was deeply shocked by Leah's words.

Obviously, the world after waking up was completely different from what he remembered. The state system of the old age has completely collapsed, leaving mankind with only endless wilderness and various monsters wandering in the wilderness. The conditions for survival are so harsh, so the ability to compete with surface monsters for resources is so important.

In fact, the Z7 base strictly counts and also has a superpower. That person is Old Jack's granddaughter Leah, but Leah's ability is the first-order memory specialization and the second-order pharmacist specialization. Compared with the five areas that are more inclined to fight, Leah's abilities belong to the auxiliary category. And those with auxiliary abilities are basically divided into the scope of ordinary people.

Now, Zero can understand a little bit why old Jack would be so disappointed after he was identified as an incapacitated person.

But they don't know that Zero doesn't have any special abilities. The golden right eye that can freely adjust the viewing distance, like a high-powered telescope, is not something ordinary people can have. It's just this kind of ability that Zero temporarily doesn't want to expose it to outsiders. Otherwise, judging by the frenzied demand for abilities in this era, they might not be sure that they would send Zero to the operating table, and then take off that special right eye for research.

Maybe I need a pair of sunglasses. Zero thought about it, and then went to sleep with his arms around the machine gun. In less than three seconds, his even breathing sounded, and the physical energy consumed after a day of activity was slowly recovering like a stream of Juanjuan.

When the base's clock was pointing to six o'clock, Ling opened his eyes, uncomfortable.

He got up and moved his body, feeling that his energy had recovered. But I only ate one meal yesterday, but now I still don't feel hungry. It seems that the moldy bread and the bitter water are still working. Zero frowned, knowing that it was impossible. Then a little bit of food should normally be converted into calories needed by the body and be consumed. In the current situation, if it weren’t for those foods with high-calorie substances, then there is something in the zero body that stores the absorbed heat and distributes it with high precision, so that no trace of energy is wasted, so that the food can be saved. The role of the company is maximized.

No matter how you look at the former, it’s impossible. As for the latter, you can’t imagine it.

Such things are not functions that normal human organs can possess. If there is such an energy-saving system, it can only show that Zero has been secretly modified to some extent. This reminded him of his golden right eye. Is that also a product of some kind of surgery?

However, such information does not exist in the memory bank of his head. Even before entering the hibernation warehouse, he can't remember what kind of person he has experienced. Naturally, there can be no memory of any altered existence.

The truth is always hidden in the mist.

Zero can't remember who ever said this to him, but it was more appropriate to describe his current situation.

The hibernation warehouse has to be checked again if there is a chance. Zero thought.

At this time, a deafening bell rang outside the utility room. Followed by the voice of Old Jieshi on the radio: "Get me up, puppies. It's time for work. If you are still lying in bed, be careful that I kick your eggs. Now I'll give you five minutes. Time to eat, and then roll me to the work area to report!"

After the radio sounded three times in a row, the torture of people's ears ceased. Zero pressed her ears, feeling that the sound of the broadcast was too loud, and her eardrums were sorely stunned.

The knock on the door suddenly sounded, and after three consecutive shots, the door was pushed open, revealing Leah's immature face.

She seemed to have something on her mind and looked at Zero with hesitation, but in the end she said: "Come with me, Grandpa has something to look for you."

Nodded, followed her out of the utility room.

After passing the long passage, the two walked in the residential area, and only after turning left and right did they come to the house that Zero had stayed in yesterday, the old Jack's house.

Leah took Zero to another room in the house, which was arranged like a study. But in the humble room, there were only two or three books in the old bookcase that was about to rot. Old Jack sat on a black leather chair that had been broken through several holes. He was talking about his pipe, his feet in military boots leaning on the desk. In front of the desk, including the black Holt, stood four soldiers in military uniforms.

It's just that these military uniforms are quite worn out, not to mention patched, and stained with large patches of oil stains.

Soldiers were carrying rifles from the old era. The black hardwood butts were painted everywhere, and there were white marks on the black barrels. Obviously these guns have been around for many years, and it really makes people wonder how powerful they are.

Zero glanced, knowing that these were all rifles. This cumbersome old rifle is a single-shot firearm. The rifling in the barrel allows the bullet to be fired in a rotating manner. Therefore, it is still desirable in accuracy. The range is as high as 400 meters, but it is launched slowly. Speed ​​determines that this gun cannot be used in large-scale group wars.

However, in terms of a half-living and half-industrial base, the soldiers equipped with this kind of firearms also fit its identity.

Seeing Zero coming in, Old Jack waved his hand and motioned for the others to go out first. So Hult and the four soldiers filed past Zero. When they passed by, Zero saw the light of gloating in their eyes.

The door was closed, and only Old Jack and Zero were left in the study.

Old Jack breathed out a smoke ring and said, "Our base does not support idlers. If you want to stay here, then you must work for me."

"It's fair." Zero nodded. Asked again: "Then what job do you have for me?"

"Our base is a small place. There are only two kinds of jobs that suit you." Old Jack said slowly: "One is mining. Work with those miners in the underground mining area. The daily wage is 10 cents."

Ling raised his eyebrows and asked, "What about the second one?"

"I also know that you won't be willing to be a miner. Although you are an incompetent, you should be a good fighter, so the second type will be more suitable for you." Old Jack put down his pipe, the fire in it dimmed, and he knocked Falling Ash said: "Come as a mercenary. Your daily job is to maintain the order of the base. When you go out on a mission, you will be paid accordingly. If you do well, I can apply for a professional license from the Parkland chaebol."

"Sounds good, I think mercenaries are more suitable for me than mining workers." Zero asked calmly: "Then boss, you should have a task for me now, right?"

"Smart guy." Old Jack praised, he took out a map and threw it in front of Zero.

The map is small, and it simply marks the location of the Z7 base. Three hundred kilometers east of the base, it is a town with the words "Silver Tree City" on it. As for the places near the base, most of them are mountains and wilderness, and they all use red pens to mark "danger".

Old Jack clicked on the location of Silver Tree City and said, "Our medicines are almost running out. If we don't get refills, we will have a hard time making it through this year. Mining is a dangerous job, although the radiation in underground mining areas is not as severe as on the ground. In it, there will occasionally be infected mutant creatures, or minerals carrying viruses. These days, there are no one thousand or eight hundred viruses that can be deadly. If you don’t get timely treatment, no matter how strong people are Die soon."

"Does your company not provide drug assistance?" Zero frowned.

Old Jack made a haha ​​and sneered: "Are you a charity in your company, young man? In the eyes of those noble lords, we are nothing more than tools for life. In this age, medicines are so precious. Than gold, do you think they will waste drugs on money-making tools? Of course, it is not impossible to buy drugs from the company, but with the profits of our small mining area, it is difficult to pay the cost."

Zero is relieved that in this new era, only people with supernatural powers or those with great power will be respected. Other ordinary people, including the elderly in front of them, are nothing more than substitutes.

"There is only one other way besides the way to buy drugs from the company." Old Jack focused on the town on the map: "This is a small town that used to have thousands of people. Of course, it has now become a ruin. The paradise of monsters. UU reading www.uukanshu.com can be in this small town, there is a hospital, there is the antibiotics and penicillin we need most. If you are willing to go to the city with the five of Hult as a base. Enough medicine, I can pay you 100 yuan for this mission."

100 yuan may not sound like a lot, but it is worth the salary of a miner for nearly three years, so it can be called a small fortune.

Naturally, Zero knows that this small amount of money is also not so easy to obtain. Profit is always with risk.

"I took this task, but I still need a pair of sunglasses, a dagger, and some ammunition." Zero made his request.

Old Jack readily agreed: "No problem, you can ask Holt for these things. As for the cost, I can remember it for you first, and then deduct it from it if you have a life to get the reward."

Nodding at zero, Old Jack said again: "Then you prepare and leave in the afternoon. As for the details of the action, you can ask Hult. If there is no problem, then you can go out."

Zero has no other problems for the time being, so he turns to leave. But when he opened the door, he stopped again and asked old Jack: "For you, what do you think of those who mine?"

"You still have a lot of problems, kid." Old Jack said in a huff: "Workers, no matter you, or those puppies, you are just workers hired by my old Jack!"

Workers? At least, it is a hundred times happier than being used as a tool. Zero thought so and silently exited the room.

After Zero One left, Old Jack sighed. Putting new shredded tobacco into the pipe, he smoked again. The fire from the pipe was shining, reflecting in a frame on the desk.

In the frame is an old yellow photo. In the photo, the young Jack is grinning with a hammer.

Once upon a time, he was also a worker!