Chapter 188 It's time to go back (25, please subscribe to a monthly pass)

  Solution…Liberation…

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   Looking at the figure outside the door, Zhao Ge was stunned.

  噔!

  The soldier wearing the black exoskeleton walked in, turned on the flashlight, and illuminated the dim room.

   Until this time, Zhao Ge could not see the faces of these people clearly.

  These mysterious people are all dressed in black equipment, some of them are also equipped with weapons, and the technology content is not low.

   Most importantly, the faces of these people…

   are all oriental faces!

   Not those who enslave them!

   "I...we were freed?"

   Zhang Tianyuan followed him in, glanced strangely at the same oriental-looking man with a **** and red eyes, nodded and said to him, "The Golden Hand Gang has been uprooted by us, so of course you are no longer slaves."

   Hearing this, the middle-aged slaves who were still numb and silent just now gathered around Zhang Tianyuan and asked timidly with their bodies hunched over:

"Really?"

   "Where are those people now?"

  Some people couldn't help but go out and look around, for fear that they would see someone from the Golden Hand Gang appear in the next second.

   "Of course it's true." Zhang Tianyuan understood their psychology and patted their shoulders to comfort them: "Now their tanks have been blown up by us, and their people have been captured by us."

   "You will be truly free in the future!"

   As soon as he heard this sentence, Zhao Ge's eyes couldn't help but turn rosy, and even the other middle-aged slaves who had been numb already had hope in their hearts again.

   "Then let's get out of here quickly!"

   Up to now, they are still like birds of prey, for fear that they will wait for the people who come to the Golden Hand Gang to stay here.

   Zhang Tianyuan sighed and shook his head, knowing that they were already extremely afraid of this place, so he didn't force it, turned his head and instructed other soldiers to help these slaves evacuate the Golden Hand Gang camp, and then check their bodies.

   "Did you come from China?" A somewhat blunt Chinese suddenly came from behind.

   Zhang Tianyuan turned his head and found that it was the man with the hoe. .

"you could put it that way."

"Are you Chinese?"

   "Overseas Chinese, I used to work in San Francisco."

   Zhang Tianyuan nodded, "Then we can send you back to China. There are many people from China in our team."

   Well, that's Tan Mingda's person.

   Zhao Ge suddenly felt very tired, he slowly slumped down and asked with a smile, "Is the current situation in China okay?"

   "Compared to this place, it's a paradise, at least no one died of starvation." Zhang Tianyuan crouched down and spoke to Zhao Ge.

   "That's good, very good..." Zhao Ge murmured, his voice gradually decreased, and the whole person slowly fell asleep.

   Zhang Tianyuan motioned others to put him on a stretcher and carry him away.

   Then he left the camp with the others, and saw that Jack, who had come with him, was standing in front of the freed slaves, "preaching" to them.

   "It is the incarnation of God who saves you, the most charitable and just man in the world. He has just liberated the suffering lambs in San Francisco, and now he sprinkles his love on you again..."

   Zhang Tianyuan felt a headache as soon as he saw this.

   He called Robert and told him to stop Jack quickly and forbid the guy to continue playing this trick.

   Without some strong intervention, this person cannot be stopped.

   As for why Robert was asked to tell him.

   That's all because Jack doesn't want to listen to him. He thinks that "gods" can't be looked at directly and their wills can't be heard in person...

   It's just Zhang Tianyuan's feeling that these are complete nonsense.

   This guy is clearly afraid that he will be beaten if he gets too close.

  Robert quickly took away the rambunctious Jack, and Zhang Tianyuan called others to explain, so that these newly liberated slaves would not be poisoned by Jack.

  …

   St. Louis.

  Finch came out of a shop wearing his modified suit as usual.

   Mark the search completion with red paint on the gate.

   He turned his attention to another store.

   However, he walked into the next store, and within two minutes, he came out again.

   At this time, Dewey, the intelligent robot car that entered with him, still had an empty basket on his back.

  Finch glanced at the time.

   He has been out for several hours and still has not found supplies.

   "It's time to go back." Touching his shriveled stomach through the protective suit, Finch chose to accept the reality.

   As he muttered to himself, he got into the car:

   "Wow, Finch, you've been here for more than ten years, and you've looted all the things."

  Since the end of the day, he has been in St. Louis, a city with a population of only 600,000. All kinds of food and clothing are either made by himself or found in the city.

   And most importantly, he is not alone in the city.

   At least in the early days of the apocalypse.

  Those people will loot supplies at night and kill each other. In this case, St. Louis's few supplies soon bottomed out.

   Being able to stay, there are very few things that he scavenged, so in recent years, Finch has never been full once, and it all depends on perseverance.

   Go back to your base.

  Finch started feeding the dog after getting out of the car.

   He opened the dog food, dug out all the food in the jar with a spoon, and even habitually licked the remaining dog food on the spoon in order not to waste it.

   "Eat it." Finch said to it gently, rubbing Gudeye.

  The dog eats it, and naturally it is the human turn to eat it.

  Finch opened the refrigerator, and the contents inside were pitiful.

   On the top layer are several boxes of medicine, and below are four cans of dog food and three cans of canned yellow peaches.

   That's all the food he has now.

   Goodyear, who was enjoying his meal on the ground, suddenly stopped eating and stared at his master spiritually.

  Finch smiled, indicating that it was all right.

  呯—

   The refrigerator door closes again.

  Finch didn't take out anything, just poured a glass of water, dragged the sick body back to the workbench again, and assembled the robot that was about to be completed.

   The machine on the other side automatically scans the book he selected into an electronic document, which is convenient to directly input into the robot's database in the future.

  Life is as boring as ever.

   The next day, after eating a can of canned yellow peaches, Finch embarked on the journey of searching for supplies again.

   It was a fruitful day, he found a can of dog food again, and found some useful tools.

   It was just too late to be happy. He had just returned to the car and was about to go to the next location when the alarm of abnormal air pressure sounded in the car.

  The huge sandstorm visible to the naked eye is like a crashing wave, rushing down the narrow streets of the city, greedily occupying all the space!

   After the end of the world, abnormal weather phenomena often occur. Such sandstorms are one of them. Storms and tornadoes are even more commonplace.

  In the face of such a storm, everything will be covered with thick yellow sand.

  Finch looked grim.

   He knew it was time to turn around and go home.

   (end of this chapter)